93 Chapter 26, Old Friend

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

She was wearing black-rimmed glasses, an ordinary black shirt, trousers with tight feet, and a pair of jogging sneakers. She was holding a paper bag in her hand.

It was Miranda. I hadn't seen her for two months. She was actually a little taller than I remembered, and she was no longer the little radish she was last year. The once short mushroom head is now a short ponytail tied behind the head.

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

"Haha, long time no see." Miranda laughed.

After parting, Hoffa also said with emotion: It's been a long time since I saw you.

"You also said," Miranda rolled her eyes, "even owls can't find you, I thought you went to America."

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

"Buy a robe."

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

"No." Hoffa said while looking at the list, "I still need a robe and some medicinal materials. But this year I can only buy second-hand robes."

While talking, the two walked forward along the bluestone brick road.

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

Miranda didn't have any scruples. She walked beside Hoffa and asked with a smile, "I remember you were rich last year, weren't you?"

"Water without roots Water without roots."

Hoffa laughed and changed the subject: "Hey, why didn't your grandpa accompany you to buy things?"

"Adebe?" Miranda shrugged and sighed, "He went to the Far East this year, and our Charms teacher is about to change."

"Far East?"

Hoffa was startled, "That's not it"

"Soviet Union. Don't you know?"

Miranda said in surprise: "As for the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union, I heard that he was killed with a Muggle weapon.

"Know."

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

"Stop coming!"

Miranda smiled, and she elbowed Hoffa: "Don't blame me for all the bad things.

Hoffa was much happier meeting old friends, as if even the decadent streets around him suddenly became alive.

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

The two of them walked until dusk, after they had bought everything. They made their way back to the alley at the back door of the Leaky Cauldron.

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

"Hey, Hoffa, I'm kicking you out now, why don't you treat me to dinner?" Miranda asked dissatisfiedly holding the book, "We haven't seen each other for more than two months."

"Do you think it's possible?" Hoffa raised the torn book in his hand and said with a smile, "I can't even eat."

"Haha, I can't help it. Then I have to treat you to dinner." Miranda grinned and snapped her fingers, and entered the Leaky Cauldron, "Come with me."

"Dining in this kind of place?"

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, Hoffa turned his head to look at the old man Tom with a gloomy expression, instinctively not wanting him to make money.

"Never."

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

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

"The Muggle world may be at war recently. You see, many shops are closed."

Hoffa looked at the side of the street, the misery of the Muggle streets was comparable to that of Diagon Alley. The closing of the store, the transfer of the transfer. He thought it would be wise to close the door at this time. If it was a few years later, I would have to send my life here.

While talking, the two came to an ordinary French restaurant one after the other, sat by the window, ordered two ordinary food at random, and chatted while eating.

After dinner, Hoffa went to the counter to pay the bill on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

When she came back, Miranda was rather disgruntled. Just stare at him.

Hoffa laughed and didn't dwell too much on this issue.

At this time, he saw a copy of the Daily Prophet in Miranda's book bag, and he took out the Daily Prophet to look at it. Most of the reports on it were about the tragedy of the wizard war that broke out this month.

Hoffa could see that the newspapers used large paragraphs to record the evil deeds of the half-human church in the past month. The critics were all arguing, and almost all the pages were about wanting members of the half-human church, and speculating about the identity of the half-human king.

Some wizard critics pointed their fingers at Germany and Grindelwald, thinking that he was the leader of the group of weird wizard killers.

Turning to another page of the newspaper, Hoffa unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

Under countless flashing spotlights, the handsome Grindelwald actually publicly issued a statement in the newspaper yesterday, mocking the so-called half-human king as a clown, and claiming that he is a mad dog that bites anyone.

Looking at the head of the king wearing a crown on the wanted notice, Hoffa tightened his fingers

Crash.

The newspaper was pulled down, Miranda sat opposite, pointed to an ordinary Muggle hotel opposite, and said calmly: "I live across the street, and there is an empty bed in the room, are you coming to stay at night?"

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, and then said in surprise, "Yes?"

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

"Worse than that." Hoffa shrugged, eyes still on the newspaper. "In the cellar of the Leaky Cauldron."

"Phew, Hogwarts' subsidy policy for students should really be improved." Miranda rested 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 leaflet?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the newspaper.

"Half-human church."

Miranda finished reading the recruitment information with her head sideways, frowned and thought carefully for a moment, then shook her head.

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

"ah?"

"What's the surprise? I spent a quarter of my summer vacation unconscious, especially when traveling. It's possible that Miller has seen it. Do you want to ask him?"

Hoffa shook his head and shut up.

He didn't want to see Miranda's alter ego right now.

After packing up their things, the two crossed the road to the Muggle hotel across the street. Miranda lives on the fourth floor. This is an ordinary standard room, which is very clean. There are two beds, and it looks like Miranda has just arrived.

Miranda doesn't have much self-consciousness as a girl, maybe she is still young, or maybe she is influenced by another personality. Sometimes she is as careless as a boy.

After taking a shower, the two chatted for a while, and Miranda fell asleep in her own bed.

Hoffa lay straight on the soft quilt, somewhat unaccustomed to the softness of the bed. I don't know when it started to blow outside the house, and it made a strange whining sound from time to time. There were some flimsy plastic roofs crackling below. It didn't sound like a storm before a heavy rain. It was just a normal wind blowing, but it sounded like someone laughing.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

September 1st.

morning.

Miranda was lying sprawled on the four-poster bed next door, breathing evenly and occasionally talking in her sleep.

Hoffa looked at his watch, the dial was ticking.

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

The most terrifying war in history will kick off at this moment.

Suddenly, the scene of Barcelona's mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood poured into his brain, making him a little anxious. He sat up from the bed like a spring, hugged his knees and looked out the window at night.

There was complete silence on all sides, and the sky was pitch black, except for occasional night-loading vehicles running past downstairs. That momentary flash of headlights would cast Hoffa's shadow on the ceiling, spin and spin, then disappear, back into darkness.

At this moment, Hoffa felt so small.

The wheel of history rolls forward without any personal will. He doesn't seem to be able to change anything.

I didn't know how long I sat like this, and I might have experienced some hazy dreams halfway through.

He didn't wake up until Miranda shook his shoulder vigorously.

"You just sat there all night?"

In the darkness, Miranda had finished changing. She stood in front of Hoffa in a white dress and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Hoffa rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch. It was 6:30 in the morning.

For some reason, the wind was blowing outside, and it was as dark as 12 o'clock at night. It stands to reason that the sky in September is already fully lit at half past six.

Miranda handed the clothes to Hoffa and said, "We should go to King's Cross Station, it's a long way from here."

"Thanks."

Hoffa took the shirt and put it over his head, muttering.

"The weather is weird enough."

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

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

London in this era is a real foggy city, when the two took the subway to King's Cross Station. The sky was a little brighter, but there was still thick fog, and the road was blurred like a mirage.

"Strange, I've never seen this kind of weather."

Miranda looked up.

"Are you going to transform?"

Hoffa looked at the sky and murmured jokingly that the transformation refers to Miranda switching to another personality in her body.

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

"Can you communicate with it?"

"Occasionally, under special circumstances." Miranda lowered her head.

"Let's go."

After entering the station, it was as busy as a mess, with countless pedestrians walking shoulder to shoulder.

Suddenly, Miranda bumped Hoffa on the shoulder.

"look."

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

The two adult wizards should have sent their children to school, because there was a small figure between them, the witch squatted down, and kept telling her children something.

"Look at what?" Hoffa was puzzled.

Before the girl could answer, the tiny figure turned around, pushed his mother away, and broke through the thick fog in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa immediately had a bad feeling.

"ha!"

A fist rushed out of the thick fog, zoomed in before his eyes, and stopped a millimeter away from Hoffa's eyes.

Fisting away, Hoffa saw a girl with silver hair and blue ghostly eyes.