The voice was familiar, and when Hoffa turned around, he spotted a pair of smiling brown eyes.

She ******, dressed in a plain black shirt, leggings, and a pair of jogging shoes, carrying a paper bag in her hand.

It turned out to be Miranda, I hadn't seen her for two months, and she was a little taller than she remembered, no longer the little radish head she looked like last year. What was once a short mushroom head is now a short ponytail tied at the back of the head.

Seeing Hoffa turn around, Miranda gave Hoffa a hug quite generously, the paper bag slapped on Hoffa's back, and the scent of violets poured into Hoffa's nose again.

"Haha, I haven't seen you in a long time. Miranda laughed.

After parting, Hoffa also sighed: I haven't seen you for a long time.

"You say," Miranda rolled her eyes, "the owl can't find you, and I thought you went to America." ”

"No, no, I didn't go anywhere. Hoffa laughed, "What are you buying?"

"Buy robes. ”

Miranda raised her arm and shook it, "Did you buy it?"

"Nope. Hoffa said as he looked at the list, "I still need robes and some medicinal herbs." But this year, I can only buy second-hand robes. ”

As he spoke, the two of them swayed along the bluestone brick road.

"It's really miserable, are you bankrupt?"

Miranda didn't have any scruples, she walked side by side beside Hoffa, and asked with a smile: "I remember that you were quite rich last year, didn't you?"

"Water without roots, water without roots......"

Hoffa snorted and changed the subject: "Hey, why didn't your grandfather come with you to buy something?"

"Adebe?" Miranda shrugged and sighed, "He's gone to the Far East this year, and our Charms teacher is going to be replaced." ”

"Far East?"

Hoffa was shocked, "That's not ......"

"The Soviet Union. Don't you know?"

Miranda was surprised: "I heard that the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union was killed with a Muggle weapon.

"Yes. ”

Hoffa muttered. Then, he jokingly asked, "Did you do that too?"

"Less!"

Miranda laughed, and she elbowed Hoffa, "Don't put anything bad on my head."

Meeting old friends made Hoffa a lot happier, as if even the decadent streets around him suddenly became alive.

Miranda was also very happy, she kept asking about Hoffa's summer experience, and then kept chatting with him about the books she read during the summer vacation and the places she visited.

The two of them went until dusk, after buying everything. They returned to the alley at the back door of the Leaky Cauldron.

"See you on the train tomorrow?" asked Hoffa.

"Eh, Hoffa, this is going to drive people out, you don't want me to have a meal. Miranda asked dissatisfied, holding the book, "We haven't seen each other for more than two months." ”

"Do you think it's possible?" said Hofa with a smile as he raised the broken book in his hand, "I can't even eat." ”

"Haha, no way, then I'll have to treat you to a meal. Miranda snapped her fingers with a grin and entered the Leaky Cauldron, "Follow me." ”

"Eat in a place like this?"

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Hoffa turned his head to look at Tom, the old man with a gloomy face that was about to drip water, instinctively not wanting him to make money.

"No, I don't. ”

Miranda glanced at Tom disdainfully, "It's dirty and messy, any Muggle restaurant is more professional than him." ”

After walking out of the bar and the two of them walked out of the streets of London, Miranda said worriedly:

"There may be a war in the Muggle world lately, you see, a lot of shops are closed. ”

Hoffa looked down the street, the bleakness of Muggle streets and Diagon Alley. The door of the store is closed, the transfer of the transfer. He thought to himself that it would be wise to close the door at this time. If it's a few years later, I'll have to send it here.

As they spoke, the two came to an ordinary French restaurant one after the other, sat by the window, ordered two ordinary meals casually, and chatted while eating.

After eating, Hoffa excused himself to go to the toilet and went to the front of the stage to settle the bill.

When she returned, Miranda was quite dissatisfied. Just glared at him.

Hoffa snorted and didn't dwell too much on the issue.

At this time, he saw a copy of the Daily Prophet in Miranda's bag, and he took out the Daily Prophet and looked at it, most of the reports on it were about the tragedy of the Wizarding War that broke out this month.

Hoffa could see that the newspapers were devoting a lot of space to the misdeeds of the Centaur Church in the last month. The critics were arguing, and almost all the pages were looking for members of the Half-Man Church, and speculating about the identity of the Half-Man King.

Some wizarding critics pointed the finger at Germany, directly at Grindelwald, believing that he was the leader of that group of weird wizard killers.

Flipping through another page of the newspaper, Hoffa actually saw an acquaintance.

Under the countless shining magnesium lights, the handsome Grindelwald openly made a statement in the newspaper yesterday, ridiculing this so-called half-human king as nothing more than a clown, jumping off the beam, and claiming that he was a mad dog that bites people at sight.

Looking at the crowned king's head on the wanted post, Hoffa's fingers tightened......

Crash.

The newspaper was pulled down, and Miranda sat across from her, pointing her finger at a normal Muggle hotel across the street, and said calmly, "I live across the street, and there's an empty bed in the room, will you come and stay at night?"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Okay?"

Miranda nodded, "Of course, I see that your clothes are so dirty, you won't sleep in the park wrapped in newspapers all summer vacation." ”

"It's worse than that. Hoffa shrugged, eyes still on the newspaper. "Stayed in the cellar of the Leaky Cauldron bar. ”

"Phew, Hogwarts' student subsidy policy really needs to be improved. Miranda cupped her cheeks and sighed slightly.

Putting down the newspaper, Hoffa suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Miranda, did you receive any flyers during the summer vacation?"

"Hmm...... What flyer?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the newspaper.

"The Half-Man Church. ”

Miranda read the job posting with her head sideways, frowned, thought for a moment, and shook her head.

"I don't, but I'm not sure if I have. ”

"Huh?"

"Surprised, I was unaware of a quarter of the summer vacation, especially when I was traveling, and it is possible that Miller had seen it. Are you going to ask him?"

Hoffa shook his head and shut up.

He didn't want to see Miranda's other personality right now.

After packing their things, the two crossed the street to the Muggle Hotel across the street. Miranda's stay was on the 4th floor, which was a normal standard room and very clean. There are two beds, and it looks like Miranda has just arrived.

Miranda doesn't have much of a girl's consciousness, maybe she's still young, or maybe she's influenced by another personality. Sometimes she's as smug as a boy.

After taking a shower and chatting for a while, Miranda fell asleep in her bed.

Huo Fafa lay straight on the soft quilt, quite unaccustomed to the softness of the bed. Outside, the wind began to blow at some point, and strange whining noises were often made. There was some not-so-sturdy plastic canopy crackling underneath, and it didn't look like a storm before a rainstorm, it was just a normal wind, but it looked like someone was laughing.

Minutes and seconds passed.

September 1.

Morning.

Miranda lay on all fours on the four-poster bed next door, breathing evenly, with the occasional dream or two.

Hoffa looked at his watch, the dial ticking.

He counted the time in his mind, thinking that it would not be long before Germany in the Muggle world would blitz Poland.

The most terrible war in history will begin at this moment.

Suddenly, the scene of Barcelona's corpse and sea of blood rushed into his brain, making him a little anxious. He sat up from the bed spring-likely, crossed his knees and looked out the window at the night.

The sky was dark on all sides, except for the occasional night-loaded vehicle running downstairs. At that moment, the lights cast Hoffa's shadow on the ceiling, elongated and swirled, then vanished, returning to darkness.

At this moment, Hoffa felt so small.

The wheels of history roll forward, without the slightest change of individual will. He seems to be unable to change anything.

I don't know how long I sat like this, and I may have experienced some foggy dreams along the way.

It wasn't until Miranda shook his shoulders vigorously that he woke up.

"You just sat there all night?"

In the dark, Miranda had finished changing, she stood in front of Hoffa in a white dress and asked, "Didn't sleep well?"

Hoffa rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. It was half past six in the morning.

For some reason, it was windy outside, and it was as dark as 12 o'clock at night. It stands to reason that it was already full of light at half past six in September.

Miranda handed her clothes to Hoffa and said, "It's time for us to go to King's Cross Station, it's a long way from there." ”

"Thank you. ”

Hoffa took the shirt and muttered as he put it on his head.

"It's weird enough weather. ”

Miranda sat on the edge of the bed, put her socks on her feet, yawned and said, "I don't know if I can see that jack-of-all-trades at the station." ”

After packing his things, Hoffa helped Miranda carry a suitcase, and the two hurried out of the hotel and rushed to King's Cross Station.

London in this era was a real fog capital, and the two took the tube to King's Cross Station. The sky was a little brighter, but it was still covered with thick fog, and the road was blurry like a mirage.

"Strange, I've never seen weather like this. ”

Miranda looked up.

"Are you going to transform?"

Hoffa looked at the sky and jokingly muttered that the transformation was when Miranda switched to another personality within her body.

Miranda shook her head solemnly, "There is something wrong with the weather, and Miller's mental state is a little uneasy. ”

"Can you communicate with it?"

"Occasionally, in exceptional circumstances. Miranda bowed her head.

"Let's go. ”

After entering the station, it is as busy as a pulp, and countless pedestrians are side by side.

Suddenly, Miranda bumped Hoffa on the shoulder.

"Look. ”

Following her fingers, Hoffa saw two slender figures, hazy in the mist, about two adult wizards, a man and a woman.

The two adult wizards were supposed to send their children to school, because there was a small figure between them, and the witch crouched down, constantly telling her children something.

"See what?" Hofa was puzzled.

Without waiting for the girl to reply, the tiny figure turned around and pushed her mother away, breaking through the fog in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa immediately had a bad premonition.

"Hah!"

A fist burst out of the fog, magnified in front of his eyes, and stopped a millimeter from Hoffa's eyes.

Fist aside, Hoffa saw a girl with silver hair and blue ghostly eyes.