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

"You just sat like this all night?"

In the darkness, Miranda had finished changing her clothes. She stood in front of Hoffa in a white dress and asked, "Didn't you sleep well?"

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

For some reason, it was windy outside and it was as dark as 1 o'clock at night. Logically speaking, it would be fully lighted at 6:30 in September.

Miranda handed the clothes to Hoffa and said, "It's time for us to go to King's Cross Station. It's far away from there."

"Thanks."

Hoffa took the shirt and put it on his head with a grunt.

"The weather is quite weird."

Miranda sat on the edge of the bed, putting socks on her feet, and yawned and said, "I wonder if I can see the know-it-all at the station."

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

London in this era was a real foggy city. When the two of them took the subway and arrived at King's Cross Station, the sky was slightly brighter, but it was still covered in thick fog, and the roads were as blurry as a mirage.

"Strange, I have never seen such weather."

Miranda raised her head and said.

"Are you going to transform?"

Hoffa looked at the sky and murmured jokingly that transformation refers to Miranda switching to another personality in 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, under special circumstances." Miranda lowered her head.

"Let's go."

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

Suddenly, Miranda bumped Hoffa's shoulder.

"look."

Following her fingers, Hoffa saw two slender figures, hazy in the mist, probably two adult wizards, one male and one female.

The two adult wizards were probably sending their children to school, because there was a small figure among them. The witch squatted down and kept telling her children something.

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

Before the girl could answer, the tiny figure turned around, pushed her 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, magnified in front of his eyes, and suddenly stopped a millimeter away from Hoffa's eyes.
Chapter completed!