Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The voice was familiar, and when Hoffa turned his head, he found a pair of brown eyes with a smile.

She is ***, wearing a normal black shirt, trousers with tied feet, a pair of jogging shoes, and a paper bag in her hand.

It was Miranda who hadn't seen her for two months. She was a little taller than she had imagined. She was no longer the same as last year's little carrot head. The mushroom head that was once short has now become a short ponytail and stuck behind his head.

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

"Haha, it's been a long time since I saw you." Miranda smiled.

After the separation, Hoffa also said with emotion: It's been a long time since I saw him.

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

"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 facing the list. "It's still short of robe and some medicinal materials. But this year I can only buy second-hand robe."

While talking, the two swayed along the bluestone brick road.

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

Miranda had no scruples. She walked side by side by Hoffa and asked with a smile, "I remember you were very rich last year?"

"Water without roots water without roots..."

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

"Adebe?" Miranda shrugged and sighed: "He has gone to the Far East this year, and our curse teacher is about to change."

"Far East?"

Hoffa was startled, "That's not..."

"Soviet Union. Don't you know?"

Miranda was surprised: "The Soviet Minister of Magic, I heard that he was killed with a Muggle weapon.

"know."

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

"Let's come!"

Miranda smiled, and she elbowed Hoffa: "Don't buckle me in the head.

Meeting with old friends made Hoffa a lot of fun, as if even the decadent streets around him suddenly became alive.

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

The two of them walked until dusk, after buying everything. They returned to the alley at the back door of the broken cauldron bar.

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

"Eh, Hoffa, this is going to drive people, don't you invite me to dinner." Miranda asked dissatisfiedly with the book, "We haven't seen each other for more than two months."

"Do you think it's possible?" Hoffa raised the broken book in his hand and smiled. "I can't even eat."

"Haha, no way, then I have to treat you to dinner." Miranda snapped her fingers with a grin, and entered the Broken Cauldron Bar, "Come with me."

"Eating in a place like this?"

Entering the Broken Cauldron Bar, Hoffa turned his head to look at the old man Tom who was so gloomy that he was dripping, instinctively not wanting him to make money.

"Never."

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

After they walked out of the bar and the two took to the streets of London, Miranda said anxiously:

"Recently, there may be war in the Muggle world. You see, many stores have closed."

Hoffa looked at the side of the street. The misery of Muggle Street and Diagon Alley were just as good. The closing of the shop is closed, the transfer of the transfer. He thought it would be wise to close the door at this time. If it is a few years later, it will be sent here.

While talking, the two went to an ordinary French restaurant one after the other, sat by the window, casually ordered two ordinary foods, and talked while eating.

After eating, Hoffa went to the bathroom under the pretext of going to the stage to check out.

When he returned, Miranda was quite dissatisfied. Just stared at him.

Hoffa had a haha, he didn't get too entangled in this issue.

At this time, he saw that there was a Daily Prophet in Miranda's book bag. He took out the Daily Prophet and looked at it. Most of the reports above were about the tragic outbreak of the Wizarding War this month.

Hoffa could see a large section of the newspaper recording the evil deeds of the half-man church in the past month. The critics were arguing, almost all the pages were wanted for members of the half-man church, and they were speculating about the identity of the half-man king.

Some wizard critics pointed directly at Germany and Grindelwald, thinking 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 made a public statement in the newspaper yesterday, mocking this so-called half-man king for just playing mystery, jumping a beam of clowns, and claiming that he is a mad dog that bites at the sight of people.

Looking at the king's head with the crown on the wanted order, Hoffa tightened his fingers...

Wow.

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

Hoffa was taken aback, and then surprised: "Yes?"

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

"It's worse than that." Hoffa shrugged, still looking at the newspaper. "Live in the cellar of the broken cauldron bar."

"Huh, Hogwarts' subsidy policy for students should really be improved." Miranda sighed slightly while holding her cheek.

Putting down the newspaper, Hoffa suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Miranda, have you received any flyers during the summer vacation?"

"Um... what flyer?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the newspaper.

"The half-man church."

Miranda tilted her head to finish reading the job posting, frowned and thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

"I don't have one, but I'm not sure if it is."

"what?"

"What's the surprise? I was unconscious for a quarter of the summer vacation, especially when I was traveling, maybe Miller had seen it. Do you want to ask him?"

Hoffa shook his head and shut up.

He doesn't want to see Miranda's other personality now.

After packing 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, very clean. There are two beds, and it seems that Miranda has just come to live.

Miranda didn't have too many girls' consciousness. Maybe she was still young, or she might be affected by another personality. Sometimes she is as careless as a boy.

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

Hoffa lay straight on the soft quilt, quite unaccustomed to the softness of the bed. Outside the house, the wind started to blow at some unknown time, and weird whining noises were made from time to time. There are some plastic roofs crackling underneath that are not very strong. This is not like a storm before the rainstorm. This is just an ordinary wind, but it seems to be the sound of someone laughing.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

September 1st.

Wee hours.

Miranda lay on the four-poster bed next to him on all fours, breathing evenly, and occasionally one or two dreams.

Hoffa looked at his watch, the dial ticking.

He counted the time in his mind, thinking that soon, Germany in the Muggle world would blitz Poland.

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

Suddenly, the scene of the dead mountain in Barcelona flooded his brain, making him a little anxious. He sat up from the bed like a spring, hugged his knees and looked at the night outside the window.

There was silence on all sides, the sky was dark, and only occasionally vehicles loaded at night ran downstairs. The car lights at that moment will project Hoffa's shadow on the ceiling, stretch and spin, then disappear and return to the darkness.

At this moment, Hoffa felt so small.

The wheels of history are rolling forward, and there is no change in personal will. He seems to be unable to change anything.

I don't know how long I have been sitting like this, and I may have experienced some bewildered dreams halfway through.

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

"You just sat like this all night?"

In the dark, Miranda had finished changing her clothes. She was standing 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 gusty outside, and it was as dark as 12 o'clock at night. It stands to reason that in September, it is all light 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."

"Thank you."

Hoffa took the shirt and put it on his head mutteringly.

"The weather is weird enough."

Miranda sat on the edge of the bed, putting on socks on her feet, and yawning and said, "I don't know if I can see the jack of all trades at the station."

After packing up, Hoffa helped Miranda carry a suitcase, and the two hurried out of the hotel and rushed 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 dense fog, and the road was blurred like a mirage.

"Strange, I have never seen this kind of weather."

Miranda looked up and said.

"Are you going to transform?"

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

Miranda shook her head solemnly, "There is a problem 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 mass of paste, with countless pedestrians standing next to each other.

Suddenly, Miranda hit Hoffa on the shoulder.

"Look."

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

The two adult wizards should have sent 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 his head and pushed his mother away, breaking through the dense fog in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa immediately had a bad feeling.

"what!"

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

Moving his fist away, Hoffa saw a girl with silver hair and blue ghost-like eyes.