When Hoffa walked down the collapsed tower of Babel with Silby's stoned body in his arms, what he saw was extraordinary.

The men and women who had been brought here by Silby and fell into the dream were awake now. They were chattering to each other.

"Where is this? Parthenon? " Someone touched the ruins of Pandora and asked.

"I don't know. Why am I here?" A woman next to him asked.

Another man said, "I seem to have a very strange dream." He laughed: "it was a wonderful dream."

"Yes, I had a dream, too."

"A dream."

People around him responded. Speaking of excitement, suddenly, someone raised his hand, and a stream of fireworks shot out of his hand and burst out in the sky. Make a crackling sound.

"What is this?" The man shooting fireworks looked at his fingers in horror, "am I still dreaming?"

He pinched his arm hard and showed his teeth in pain. It's not a dream.

Soon, not only him, but thousands of people gathered in Pandora soon found something unusual about themselves. They could not only shoot fireworks with their fingers, but also soften the steel and make the stones bloom.

The new magic power gives them hope. They no longer indulge in dreams and begin to look forward to the reality. However, new turbulence also breeds. The raindrops in the sky were bigger, which made the excited crowd sober. They had to find a place to hide from the rain one after another.

Hoffa, holding the cold stone, walked slowly by the Muggles who were testing their magic ability. Maybe it's not advisable to call them Muggles now, because Silby has finally achieved his goal. There is no Muggle in the world any more. Everyone is a wizard.

His heart is empty, this guy won, and did not give him a chance to pull back, or even give him a chance to blame resentment.

But he didn't resent sylby. A man tried his best to realize his value. He couldn't find any reason to resent him or even envy him.

Gradually, Hoffa was the only one left on the road. He thought that he had buried Silby once on the beach of Barcelona. Maybe that's the place he chose, and he should respect his opinion.

So he walked to the beach, and on a downhill road, he saw Dumbledore, osivia, and Miranda. They all beat their opponents, standing in the rain now, looking at Hoffa.

"Did you win?"

Dumbledore asked, looking at the stone in his arms.

Hoffa shook his head.

Dumbledore turned pale.

"So, did he win?"

Dumbledore asked again.

Hoffa shook his head and whispered, "he just wanted to find himself, and now he has."

Osivia looked at the stone carving in Hoffa's arms in the rain, and the smile on his face was very complicated. Finally, she moved her eyes, sighed and asked Hoffa: "did you see that scene, hundreds of millions of meteors across the sky?"

"I see it." Hoffa replied.

Osivia: now that everyone knows magic, what should we do

Hoffa: "there will be a way."

Then he gazed at the girl standing in the rain with wet hair and clenched fists. "Can you walk with me for a while?"

Miranda followed Hoffa without saying a word, his face stiff as a stone.

Hoffa, holding the body, took Miranda through the streets and finally came to the beach of Pandora, which was very similar to the beach of Barcelona, but it was sunny and rainy.

He searched for a moment by the sea, and finally he found a barren hillside in the distance. So he took Miranda with him and climbed up the hillside. On the top of the mountain, he found a little plain that was not disturbed.

He took out his magic wand, turned it into a shovel, and then shoveled it on the ground. He was very serious every time. True, he was able to create a tomb in an instant with metamorphosis, but he didn't want to.

No one knows him better than the man in front of him. After all the mysteries have been solved, Hoffa doesn't want to see sear as his opponent or live with resentment. Perhaps, as Silby once signed in the letter, they are actually friends on both sides, best friends.

Even though they have different faces and live in different times, they are thinking about the same things.

If Silby can work hard to live every second under the curse, so can he. If Silby can give everything to the world, so can he.

After digging the pit, he carefully put the body into the sand and buried him solemnly. In the end, he flattened the land and covered the last trace of his existence.

For a moment, Hoffa wanted to set up a tombstone for him. But he didn't know what to engrave on the tombstone.

He felt that Silby didn't care what he engraved. That guy never cared what other people thought or how to evaluate him.Body and language are like masks to him. All he cares about is the immortal soul behind the mask. In that case, Hoffa felt that he should not do anything about it.

The sky gradually cleared up, the rain gradually stopped, as if God stopped the tears, the sun from the sky covered with dark clouds, the seaside weather, said to have changed.

Not only that, the sun became more and more dazzling, gradually dispelled the last piece of dark clouds, and presented the whole blue sky in front of Hoffa.

He stepped on the stones down the road and down the mountain, because when he went up the mountain, he held Silby in his arms and had no choice. But down the mountain, when the road was hard to walk, he often extended his hand to Miranda.

Miranda grabs his hand in silence and doesn't change her attitude because of his politeness or friendliness. The lines on her face are still stiff.

As they walked down the steep hillside to the beach, Hoffa took off his shoes, held them in his hands, and touched the soft white sand with the soles of his feet.

The clattering of the sea water on the shore has never changed as it did 50 years later or 1000 years ago. No matter what happens, it won't care.

Under the sunlight, Hoffa was in a better mood. He asked the people around him, "how long have we not had such a walk together? Miss goshak

Milan don't turn away, still cold face, don't want to pay attention to him.

"It seems that there were several times in grade one when you were absent from class every day and slept in. In the second class, you would pull me to drill alone." Hoffa bumped Miranda with his shoulder. "Time flies. It's been so many years, right?"

"Hum." Don't look over the head of Miranda a short smile, but soon, that smile is a flash in the pan disappear, she stood on the beach, motionless said: "Hoffa."

Hoffa: huh

Milan Dali took a look at the disordered hair blown by the wind and said calmly: "if you want to say something, you can say it directly. If you have any decision, you can do it directly. Don't be indecisive. You and I are not children. There's no need to be like this. "

"Yes. They're not kids anymore... "

Hoffa murmured. His eyes stayed in the distance.

He saw a small white yacht parked on an abandoned wharf by the sea, which should be a toy of some rich man before the war, but it was abandoned here after the world fell into a dream.

Hoffa looked at the yacht sadly and said, "Miranda."

Miranda: what for

"I want to take a boat. Can you drive it for me?"

Miranda sighed helplessly: "it's up to you."

So they came to the abandoned yacht and untied the rope. Miranda pointed to the switch of the yacht with her magic wand, and the yacht was speeding up in the sea. Hoffa sat on the side of the yacht and put his feet in the water under him. The splashing water made him feel very interesting.

Miranda held the steering wheel of the yacht and asked Hoffa, "where do you want to go?"

"Whatever, Captain goshak."

He said casually, looking at the white foam of the sea, he put one foot in the sea, put the other leg on the side of the boat, and lay down on his back, feeling relaxed. It was so precious that he wanted to enjoy it.

Miranda curled her mouth, held the steering wheel and drove straight to the middle of the sea.

They drove all the way to the center of the rippling sea, where the water was as transparent as glass. The white yacht came to a slow stop. They can't see anything else. There are no people, no trees, no mountains, no cities. Only the blue water, slightly shaking.

Captain Miranda let go of the steering wheel. She leaned against the steering wheel, with a faint fishy smell. The sea wind blew her chestnut hair very messy.

"Why not."

Hoffa sat up from the side of the boat and asked Miranda.

"No oil."

Miranda said, "besides, there's no one else here. If you leave, no one will know."

"What are you going to tell them?" Hoffa couldn't help laughing. "Say I drowned in the sea by boat?"

"I might say that." Miranda said faintly, "but that has nothing to do with you."

Hoffa looked at Miranda as if she had been so tepid since she first met. I don't care much about anything. It's more difficult for her to show her true feelings than to go to heaven. Even if she does something bad, there is a brother who carries the pot for him.

But he thought it was good. What should he do in this short and long life? He has the answer.

"Miss gossack." "I'm not going anywhere," he said softly

Miranda looked at Hoffa in amazement as if she were looking at someone she had never known. Then her eyes turned red. "For... For... Why?" Her rare incoherence, "you're not... You're not... You're not..."

Huo FA said softly and firmly: "in the past, there were very few people who could do magic. Now all of a sudden, everyone can do magic, and they all have the power that they can't control. Desire will grow, chaos will come in a flash, and there may be more terrible war than the previous World War. Countless people will die, and even there will be no peace. Someone must make some rules to teach them how to use magic and what is a wizard. "The excitement on Miranda's face gradually faded. She looked down at her shoes and whispered, "is it only responsibility that drives you to stay?"

Hoffa knows the answer Miranda wants, but he knows, not now, he can't do it yet. So he whispered, "give me some time."

Miranda lowered her head and a few drops of water fell on the deck and disappeared along the crevice. When Miranda looked up again, she had returned to her usual calm appearance. She pushed her glasses: "will you be happy if you stay here?"

"I will."

Hoffa said with a smile, "certainly. How about you?"

Miranda nodded hard.

Hoffa put his heart down. He reached out and touched the water under him with a smile. The blue color was like a girl's eyes in memory. He closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and fell into the sea. Let the warm water wrap him, he felt very relaxed, like a feather, like a newborn baby, floating in the boundless warm amniotic fluid.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and it was blatantly shining on Hoffa, as if blaming him. He narrowed his eyes, held out his hand and covered his eyes, as if trying to hold the fire in his hand.

After grasping for a while, he knew that he could not grasp it, so he sighed helplessly and covered his heart with his hand. The temperature reaches the bottom of my heart, very warm.

He left the yacht and swam in the transparent blue. He gradually faded his clothes and embraced the sunshine, air and transparent sea water.

Those passionate moments gradually disappear, and the sad and melancholy moments gradually fade away. Memory is like old-fashioned photos, which he sandwiched in the book cover, carefully closed and hidden in the bookshelf.

He no longer confronts God, no longer remembers the past, no longer fantasies about the future.

There was a plop in the distance.

Miranda, like a mermaid, slowly swam to Hoffa's side, gently hugged him, and put her long chestnut hair on Hoffa's chest. The buoyancy of the sea gently drags them, making them float in the crystal clear of sapphire.

Hoffa stroked the crystal drops on her bare shoulders and whispered in her ear, "speaking of happiness, can I ask you a question, Miranda?"

"What?" Miranda.

"Did you use the oblivion curse on me that night?" Hoffa asked softly.

"Guess what."

Miranda pasted it on his chest and drew a circle on his chest with her finger.

"I guess you have, because I don't remember anything." Hoffa raised her hand from the sea, gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

Miranda was unmoved. "Guess what you guess."

"It's not fair." Hoffa said wrongly, why only you remember, but I don't remember at all.

Miranda smile: "do you want to know that feeling?"

"Well."

"Why don't you try it yourself?"

Miranda said.

"Good."

Hoffa hugs her in the sea and kisses her deeply.