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

She was ******, wearing an ordinary black shirt, leggings trousers, and a pair of jogging sneakers, holding a paper bag in her hand.

It's actually Miranda. I haven't seen her for two months. She is actually a little taller than I thought. She no longer looks like the little carrot head she had last year. The once short mushroom head is now a short ponytail tied at the back of her head.

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

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

After they separated, Hoffa also said with emotion: It’s been a long time since we last met.

"You also said," Miranda rolled her eyes, "that even the owl couldn't find you, so I thought you went to the United States."

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

"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."

As they talked, the two of them wandered along the bluestone brick road.

"It's really miserable. Are you bankrupt?"

Miranda had no scruples. She walked side by side with Hoffa and asked with a smile: "I remember you were quite 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 something?"

"Adebe?" Miranda shrugged and sighed, "He is going 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 said in surprise: "As for the Soviet Minister of Magic, I heard that he was killed with Muggle weapons.

"Know."

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

"Stop coming!"

Miranda smiled and elbowed Hoffa: "Don't do anything bad to me.

Meeting old friends made Hoffa so happy, as if even the decadent streets around him suddenly became alive.

Miranda was also very happy. She kept asking Hoffa about his summer vacation experience, and then kept chatting with him about the books he read during the summer vacation and the places he traveled.

The two of them walked until dusk, and after buying everything, they returned to the alley entrance at the back door of the Leaky Cauldron.

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

"Hey, Hoffa, I'm expelling you now, why don't you treat me to a meal?" Miranda asked dissatisfiedly, holding the book, "We haven't seen each other in 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, there is no other way, so I have to treat you to a meal." Miranda snapped her fingers with a smile and entered the Leaky Cauldron, "Follow me."

"Eating at a place like this?"

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, Hoffa turned to look at the old man Tom, whose face was gloomy and dripping with tears. He instinctively didn't want him to make money.

"Never."

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

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

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

Hoffa looked at the street. The Muggle streets were as miserable as Diagon Alley. Stores were closed and transferred. He thought that it would be a wise move to close at this time. If it were delayed a few years,

No matter how little you die, you have to be sent here.

While talking, the two of them came to an ordinary French restaurant one after another, sat by the window, ordered two ordinary meals, and chatted while eating.

After finishing the meal, Hoffa excused himself to use the restroom and went to the counter to pay the bill.

When he came back, Miranda was quite dissatisfied and stared at him.

Hoffa laughed and didn't dwell on this issue.

At this time, he saw a copy of the Daily Prophet in Miranda's book bag. He took out the Daily Prophet and read 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 using long paragraphs to record the evil deeds of the Half-Man Church in the past month. The critics were making a fuss, and almost all the pages were devoted to wanted members of the Half-Man Church, and

Speculating on the identity of the half-human king.

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

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

Under countless shining spotlights, the handsome Grindelwald openly issued a statement in the newspaper yesterday, mocking the so-called half-man king as a mere mystique and a clown, and claimed that he was a mad dog that bites everyone he sees.

Looking at the king's head wearing a crown on the wanted poster, Hoffa tightened his fingers...

Wow.

The newspaper was pulled down, and Miranda sat across from her, pointing 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 tonight?"

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

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

"It's worse than that." Hoffa shrugged, still looking at the newspaper. "Living in the cellar of the Leaky Cauldron."

"Huh, Hogwarts' student subsidy policy should really be improved." Miranda held her cheek and sighed slightly.

Putting down the newspaper, Hoffa suddenly remembered something.

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

"Um...what flyer?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the newspaper.

"Church of Half Men."

Miranda tilted her head to read the recruitment information, frowned and thought carefully for a moment, then shook her head.

"I haven't, but I'm not sure whether there is."

"ah?"

"Why are you surprised? I spent a quarter of the summer vacation unconscious, especially when I was traveling. Maybe Miller has seen me. 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 their things, the two of them crossed the street and came to the Muggle hotel across the street. Miranda lived on the fourth floor. It was an ordinary standard room, very clean. There were two beds, and it seemed that Miranda had also just arrived.

Came to live not long ago.

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 carefree as boys.

After taking a shower and the two chatting for a while, Miranda fell asleep on her bed.

Hofa lay upright on the soft quilt, quite unaccustomed to the softness of the bed. The wind started blowing outside the house at some point, and it often made strange whining sounds. There were some weak plastic ceilings crackling underneath.

The sound was not like a storm before a heavy rain, it was just an ordinary wind, but it also seemed like the sound of someone laughing.

Time passes minute by minute.

September 1st.

Early morning.

Miranda lay stretched out on the four-poster bed next door, breathing evenly and occasionally murmuring in her sleep.

Hoffa looked at his watch, the dial ticking.

He counted the time in his mind, thinking that in a short time, Germany, the Muggle world, would attack Poland.

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

Suddenly, the scene of Barcelona's corpse mountain and sea of ​​​​blood flooded 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 the night.

It was completely silent, and the sky was pitch black. Only the occasional night-loading vehicle would run past downstairs. At that moment, the headlights would cast Hoffa's shadow on the ceiling, lengthen and spin, and then disappear.

, return to darkness.

At this moment, Hoffa felt so small.

The wheel of history rolls forward without any change based on personal will. It seems that he can't change anything.

I just sat like this for who knows how long. I may have experienced some hazy dreams along the way.
To be continued...