The voice was familiar, and Hoffa looked back and found a pair of smiling brown eyes.

She was wearing a normal black shirt, legged trousers, a pair of jogging shoes and a paper bag in her hand.

It's Miranda. I haven't seen her for two months. She's a little taller than I think. She's no longer the little girl she looked like last year. Once a short mushroom head has now become a short horsetail stuck in the back of the head.

Seeing Hoffa turn around, Miranda gives Hoffa a generous hug. The paper bag slaps Hoffa on the back, and the fragrance of violets rushes into Hoffa's nose again.

"Ha ha, long time no see." Miranda laughs.

After the separation, Hoffa also said with emotion: it's really a long time no see.

"And you said," Miranda rolled her eyes. "The owl couldn't find you. I thought you went to America."

"No, not anywhere." Hoffa said with a smile, "what are you buying?"

"Buy a robe."

Miranda raised her arm and said, "did you buy it?"

"No Hoffa said to the list, "there are still robes and some medicinal materials. But I can only buy second-hand robes this year. "

While speaking, they wandered along the bluestone brick road.

"What a tragedy. Are you broke?"

Miranda had no scruples. She walked beside Hoffa and asked with a smile, "I remember last year, didn't you have a lot of money?"

"Rootless water, rootless water..."

Hoffa gave a ha ha and changed the topic: "eh, why didn't your grandfather accompany you to shopping?"

"ADBE?" Miranda shrugged and sighed, "he's gone to the Far East this year. Our spell teacher is going to change."

"Far East?"

Hoffa was surprised, "that's not...

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

Miranda was surprised and said, "I heard that the Minister of magic of the Soviet Union was killed with Muggle weapons.

"I know."

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

"Come on!"

Miranda laughed. She elbowed Hoffa. "Don't do anything bad to my head.

Hoffa was so happy to meet his old friends that even the decadent streets around him suddenly became energetic.

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

They walked until dusk and bought everything together. They went back to the alley at the back door of the broken cauldron bar.

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

"Well, Hoffa, I'm in a hurry. You won't treat me to dinner." Miranda asked with a book in her arms. "We haven't seen each other for more than two months."

"Do you think it's possible?" Huo fayang raised his broken book and said with a smile, "I can't even eat."

"Ha ha, I can't help it. I'll have to treat you to dinner." Miranda giggled, snapped her fingers and went into the broken cauldron. "Come with me."

"Eating in a place like this?"

Entering the broken cauldron bar, Hoffa turned to look at the old man Tom, whose face was so gloomy that he was dripping out of the water. Instinctively, he didn't want him to make money.

"No way."

Miranda looked at Tom disdainfully. "It's dirty and messy. Any Muggle restaurant is more professional than him."

After walking out of the bar and walking on the streets of London, Miranda said anxiously:

"there may be a war in the Muggle world recently. You see, many shops are closed."

Hoffa took a look at the street, Muggle Street's desolation and diagonal lane are no less than let. The door of the shop is closed, and the door of the transfer is transferred. He thought it would be wise to close the door at this time. If it's a few years later, you'll have to die here.

With these words, they came to an ordinary French restaurant and sat by the window. They ordered two ordinary food and chatted while eating.

After dinner, Hoffa went to the front desk to settle the bill on the excuse of going to the toilet.

When she came back, Miranda was quite dissatisfied. Just stare at him.

Hoffa had a good fight and didn't get involved in this issue.

At this time, he saw a Daily Prophet in Miranda's book bag. He took out the Daily Prophet and read it. Most of the reports above were about the terrible wizard war that broke out this month.

Hoffa can see that the newspapers have devoted a lot of time to the bad deeds of the half Church in the last month. The critics were so noisy that almost all the pages wanted members of the half church and speculated on the identity of the half king.

There are wizard critics who point their finger at Germany and grindworth, and think that he is the leader of those strange wizard killers.

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

Under countless flashing lights, the handsome grindevo published a statement in the newspaper yesterday, mocking that the so-called half man king was just a joker, claiming that he was a mad dog that bites people.Looking at the king's head with the crown on the wanted notice, Hoffa's fingers tightened...

wow.

When the newspaper was pulled down, Miranda sat opposite, pointed to an ordinary Muggle Hotel opposite, and calmly said, "I live across the street, and there is an empty bed in the room. Would you like to stay in the evening?"

Huo FA a Leng, then surprised way: "can?"

Miranda nodded. "Of course, I don't think your clothes are so dirty that you can sleep in the park all summer."

"Worse than that." Hoffa shrugged, still looking at the newspaper. "In the cellar of the broken cauldron."

"Well, the Hogwarts subsidy policy for students really needs to be improved." Milandah held his cheek and sighed.

Putting down the newspaper, Hoffa suddenly remembered something.

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

"Well... What flyer?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the newspaper.

"Half church."

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

"I didn't, but I'm not sure if I did."

"Ah?"

"What's the surprise? I didn't realize it for a quarter of my summer vacation, especially when I was traveling. I might have seen it. Are you going to ask him? "

Hoffa shook his head and shut up.

He doesn't want to see another character of Miranda right now.

After packing, they crossed the road to the Muggle hotel across the street. Miranda lives on the fourth floor. It's an ordinary standard room. It's very clean. There are two beds. It seems that Miranda has just come to live here.

Miranda is not conscious of many girls. Maybe she is young, or maybe she is influenced by another personality. Sometimes she is as careless as a boy.

After a shower and a little chat, Miranda sleeps in her bed.

Huo's rule is lying on the soft quilt, not used to the softness of the bed. I don't know when the wind began outside, and often make a strange whine. There are some not very strong plastic roofs crackling below. It's not like the storm before the rainstorm. It's just the ordinary wind, but it's like someone laughing.

Time goes by.

September 1st.

Early in the morning.

Miranda lies sprawled on the four legged bed next door, breathing evenly, occasionally having one or two dreams.

Hoffa looked at his watch, the dial ticking.

He counted the time in his heart, thinking that soon, Germany in Muggle world will attack Poland.

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

All of a sudden, the bloody scene of Barcelona poured into his brain, making him a little anxious. He spring up from the bed, holding his knees and looking out of the window at the night.

There was silence all around, the sky was dark, and only occasionally night loading vehicles ran downstairs. At that moment, the lamp would cast Hoffa's shadow on the ceiling, elongate and rotate, then disappear and return to the dark.

At this moment, Hoffa felt so small.

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

I don't know how long I've been sitting like this. I may have experienced some vague dreams.

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

"You just sat there all night?"

In the dark, Miranda had changed her clothes. She stood in front of Hoffa in her white dress and asked, "didn't sleep well?"

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

I don't know why. It's so dark outside. It's like 12 o'clock at night. It's supposed to be full light at half past six in September.

Miranda handed Hoffa the clothes and said, "it's time we went to King's Cross. It's a long way from here."

"Thank you."

Hoffa took the shirt and groaned over his head.

"It's weird weather."

Miranda sat by the bed, putting her socks over her feet, yawning and saying, "I don't know if I can see the know it all at the station."

After packing, Hoffa helped Miranda carry a box, and they hurried out of the hotel to King's Cross station.

London is a real foggy city in this era. When they took the subway to King's Cross station. The sky was a little brighter, but it was still foggy, and the road was as vague as a mirage.

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

Miranda looked up and said.

"Are you going to change?"

Hoffa looked at the sky and jokingly murmured that transfiguration refers to Miranda switching to another personality in her body.Miranda shook her head gravely. "There's something wrong with the weather. Miller's state of mind is a little disturbed."

"Can you communicate with it?"

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

"Let's go."

After entering the station, it was as busy as a ball of paste, and countless pedestrians were walking one after another.

Suddenly, Miranda hit Hoffa in the shoulder.

"Look."

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

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

"What are you looking at?" Hoffa was puzzled.

Without waiting for the girl to answer, the tiny figure turned around and pushed away her mother, breaking 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, magnified in front of his eyes, and stopped a millimeter away from Hoffa's eyes.

With his fist removed, Hoffa saw a girl with silver hair and blue ghost eyes.