The voice was very familiar. Hoffa turned around and saw a pair of smiling brown eyes.
She wore a black-rimmed sunglasses, wearing an ordinary black shirt, leggings, and a pair of running shoes. She was carrying a paper bag in her hand.
It was Miranda. He hadn't seen her for two months, but she was a bit taller than he remembered. She no longer looked like a small radish head from last year. Her short mushroom hair had turned into a short ponytail at the back of her head.
Seeing Hoffa turn around, Miranda generously gave Hoffa a hug. The paper bag hit Hoffa's back, and the fragrance of violets once again rushed into Hoffa's nose.
"Haha, long time no see." Miranda laughed.
After they separated, Hoffa also sighed, "It's really been a long time."
"You still say that," Miranda rolled her eyes, "Even the owls couldn't find you. I thought you went to America."
"No, I didn't go anywhere." Hoffa laughed, "What are you buying?"
"Buying robes."
Miranda raised her arm and shook it, "Did you buy it?"
"No." Hoffa looked at the list and said, "I still need robes and some herbs. But I can only buy second-hand robes this year. "
While talking, the two walked along the bluestone brick road.
"That's so sad. Are you bankrupt?"
Miranda didn't have any scruples. She walked side by side with Hoffa and asked with a smile, "I remember you were quite rich last year."
"Rootless Water, rootless Water."
Hoffa laughed and changed the topic, "Eh, why didn't your grandpa accompany you to buy things?"
"Adebe?" Miranda shrugged and sighed, "He went to the Far East this year. Our spell teacher is going to change."
"The Far East?"
Hoffa was shocked, "Isn't that …"
"The Soviet Union. Don't you know? "
Miranda was surprised, "The Soviet Union's Ministry of Magic. I heard he was killed by a muggle weapon.
"I know."
Hoffa mumbled. Then he jokingly asked, "Did you do that too?"
"Come on!"
Miranda laughed and elbowed Hoffa, "Don't blame everything on me.
Meeting with an old friend made Hoffa much happier. It was as if the dispirited streets suddenly became lively.
Miranda was also very happy.. She kept asking Hoffa about his summer vacation experience, and talked about the books she read during the summer and the places she visited.
The two of them walked until dusk. After they had bought everything they needed. . they returned to the alley alley behind the back door of the Cauldron.
"See you tomorrow on the train.. of course.
"Hey, Huo Fa, why are you chasing me away? Aren't you going to treat me to a meal?" Miranda asked unhappily as she hugged her book. "We haven't seen each other for more than two months."
"Do you think that's possible?" Hoffa waved the book in his hand and laughed, "I can't even eat."
"Haha, I have no choice but to treat you to a meal." Miranda snickered and entered the Cauldron. "Follow me."
"Eating in a place like this?"
Walking into the Cauldron, Hoffa turned his head to look at the gloomy old man, Tom. He instinctively didn't want him to make money.
"No way."
Miranda looked at Tom with disdain, "It's dirty and messy. Any muggle restaurant is more professional than this."
After walking out of the bar, the two walked onto the streets of London. Miranda said worriedly,
"There might be a war in the muggle world recently. Look, many shops are closed."
Hoffa looked at the street. The muggle street was as miserable as Diagon Alley. The shops were closed, and the shops were transferred. He thought that it was a wise decision to close the shop at this time. If it was a few years later, he might have lost his life here.
As they talked, the two of them came to an ordinary French restaurant. They sat by the window and casually ordered two ordinary dishes. They chatted as they ate.
After the meal, Hoffa used the excuse of going to the toilet and went to the counter to pay the bill.
When he came back, Miranda was quite dissatisfied. She glared at him.
Huo Fa chuckled and didn't dwell on the issue.
At this time, he saw a daily prophet in Miranda's bag. He took out the daily prophet and looked at it. Most of the reports were about the tragedy of the wizard war that broke out this month.
Hoffa could see that the newspaper used large paragraphs to record the evil deeds of the Half-Man Church in the past month. The critics were arguing. Almost all the pages were about the members of the Half-Man Church and speculating about the identity of the Half-Man King.
Some wizard critics pointed their spears at Gerlindwall, believing that he was the leader of the group of strange wizard assassins.
Flipping to another page of the newspaper, Huo Fa saw a familiar face.
Under countless flashing spotlights, the handsome Grindelwald actually made a public statement in the newspaper yesterday, mocking the so-called Half-Human King as a clown who was deliberately mystifying things. He even claimed that the Half-Human King was a mad dog who would bite anyone he saw.
Looking at the king's head wearing a crown on the wanted poster, Hoffa's fingers tightened.
Clatter.
The newspaper was pulled down. Miranda sat across from him and pointed at an ordinary muggle hotel across the street. She said calmly, "I live across the street. There's an empty bed in the room. Are you coming over to stay tonight?"
Hoffa was stunned. He then said in surprise, "Can I?"
Miranda nodded. "Of course. I see that your clothes are so dirty. You won't sleep in the park with newspapers all summer long, right?"
"It's worse than that." Hoffa shrugged. His eyes were still looking at the newspaper. "I live in the cellar of the Broken Cauldron Bar."
"Phew, Hogwarts's subsidy policy for students should be improved." Miranda held her chin and sighed.
Putting down the newspaper, Hoffa suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, Miranda, did you receive any flyers during the summer?"
"Mhmm, what flyers?"
Hoffa pointed at the corner of the newspaper.
"The Half-Man Church."
Miranda tilted her head and read the recruitment notice. She frowned and thought for a moment before shaking her head.
"I didn't, but I'm not sure if I did."
"Huh?"
"What are you surprised about? I was unconscious for a quarter of the summer, especially when I was traveling. Mille might have seen it. Do you want to ask him? "
Hoffa shook his head and shut up.
He didn't want to see Miranda's other personality right now.
After packing up, the two crossed the street to the muggle hotel across the street. Miranda lived on the fourth floor. It was an ordinary standard room that was very clean. There were two beds. It seemed that Miranda had just moved in.
Miranda didn't have much of a girl's self-awareness. Maybe she was still young, or maybe she was influenced by her other personality. Sometimes she was as careless as a boy.
After taking a shower, the two chatted for a while before Miranda fell asleep on her bed.
Hoffa lay straight on the soft quilt. He wasn't used to the softness of the bed. The wind started to blow outside the room and it often made a strange whining sound. Some of the plastic ceiling that wasn't very sturdy was crackling. It didn't sound like a storm before a storm. It was just a normal wind, but it also sounded like someone was laughing.
Time ticked by.
September 1st.
Early morning.
Miranda was sprawled out on the four-poster bed next door. She was breathing evenly, and occasionally, she would let out one or two sleep-talk.
Hoffa looked at his watch. The dial was ticking.
He was counting the time in his mind. It wouldn't be long before Germany in the muggle world attacked Poland.
The most terrifying war in history would begin at this moment.
Suddenly, the scene of Barcelona's mountain of corpses and sea of blood flooded his mind, making him a little anxious. He sat up in bed like a spring and hugged his knees as he looked at the night outside the window.
Everything was quiet and the sky was dark. Only the occasional loading vehicle passed by downstairs at night. At that moment, the car lights would cast Hoffa's shadow on the ceiling. It would stretch and spin before disappearing and returning to the darkness.
At this moment, Huo Fa felt that he was so insignificant.
The wheel of history rolled forward and didn't change at all based on one's will. He didn't seem to be able to change anything.
He didn't know how long he sat like that. He might have experienced some hazy dreams along the way.
He didn't wake up until Miranda shook his shoulder.
"You've been sitting like that all night?"
In the darkness, Miranda had already changed her clothes. 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 6: 30 in the morning.
For some reason, the wind was chilly outside. It was as dark as 12 o 'clock at night. Logically speaking, 6: 30 in September should be completely bright.
Miranda handed the clothes to Hoffa and said, "We should go to King's Cross Station. It's very far from here."
"Thank you."
Hoffa took the shirt and mumbled as he put it on his head.
"The weather is weird enough."
Miranda sat on the edge of the bed. She yawned as she put on socks. "I don't know if I can see that know-it-all at the station."
After packing up, Hoffa helped Miranda carry a suitcase. The two hurried out of the hotel and rushed to King's Cross Station.
London in this era was a real city of fog. When the two took the subway to King's Cross Station. The sky was a little brighter, but it was still covered with thick fog. The road was blurred like a mirage.
"Strange, I've never seen this kind of weather."
Miranda looked up and said.
"Are you going to transform?"
Hoffa looked at the sky and muttered jokingly. Transforming meant that Miranda switched to another personality in her body.
Miranda shook her head solemnly. "There's something wrong with this weather. Mille's mental state is a little uneasy."
"You can communicate with it?"
"Occasionally, under special circumstances." Miranda lowered her head.
"Let's go."
After entering the station, it was as busy as a mass of paste. Countless pedestrians crowded shoulder to shoulder.
Suddenly, Miranda's shoulder bumped into Hoffa.
"Look."
Following her finger, Hoffa saw two slender figures. They were hazy in the fog. It was probably a male and female adult wizard.
The two adult wizards were probably sending their children to school because there was a small figure between them. The female wizard squatted down and kept telling her child something.
"What are you looking at?" Hoffa didn't understand.
Without waiting for the girl to answer, the small figure turned around, pushed her mother away, and rushed out of the fog in the blink of an eye.
Hoffa immediately had a bad feeling.
"Ha!"
A fist rushed out of the fog and enlarged in front of his eyes. It stopped one millimeter away from Hoffa's eyes.
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