Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Chapter 93

The voice was very familiar, and Hoffa turned her head and found a pair of brown eyes with a smile.

She is ******, wearing a plain black shirt, trousers with ankles, and a pair of jogging shoes, carrying a paper bag in her hand.

It turned out to be Miranda. I haven't seen her for two months. She is actually a little taller than she thought. She is 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 turning around, Miranda generously gave Hoffa a hug, the paper bag slapped on Hoffa's back, and the scent of violet flowers poured into Hoffa's nose again.

"haha, it's been a long time since I saw you." Miranda said with a smile.

After separating, Hoffa also said with emotion: It’s been a long time since I saw him.

"You said," Miranda rolled the eyes, "The owl can't find you, I thought you went to America."

"No, nowhere Go." Hoffa said with a smile, "What are you buying?"

"Buy a robe."

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

"No." Hoffa said to the list, "It's still short of robe and some medicinal materials. But this year I can only buy second-hand robe."

The two swayed along the bluestone brick road.

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

Miranda has no scruples, she walks side by side by Hoffa, smiling and asking: "I remember you weren't quite Do you have money?"

"Rootless water without roots..."

Hoffa laughed and changed the subject: "Hey, why don't you grandfather Come with you to buy things?"

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

"Far East?"

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

"Soviet Union. Don't you know?"

Miranda surprisedly said: "The Soviet Ministry of Magic, I heard that he was killed with a muggle weapon.

"I know. "

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

"Come on! "

Miranda smiled, she elbowed Hoffa: "Don't buckle my head with any bad things."

Meeting an old friend made Hoffa a lot happy, as if even the decadent streets around him suddenly became alive.

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

The two of them walked until evening and bought everything. They returned to the alley at the back door of Leaky Cauldron.

"See you on the Heavenly Fire car?" Hoffa asked.

"Eh, Hoffa, this is going to drive people, don't you invite me to dinner." Miranda asked dissatisfiedly with her 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, said with a smile, "I can't even eat food."

"haha, No way, then I have to treat you to dinner." Miranda smiled and snapped his fingers, and entered Leaky Cauldron, "Come with me."

"Eating in this place?"

Walking into Leaky Cauldron, Hoffa turned to look at the old man Tom whose face was gloomy and dripping, instinctively not wanting him to make money.

"No more."

Miranda glanced at Tom with disdain, "It's dirty and messy. Any muggle's dinning hall is more professional than him."

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

"There may be war in the muggle world too. You see, many shops are closed."

Hoffa looked at the side of the street. The misery of Muggle Street was as good as Diagon Alley. 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 came to an ordinary French dinning hall one after the other, sat by the window, 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 she came back, Miranda was quite dissatisfied. Just stared at him.

Hoffa laughed, he didn't struggle with 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 wizard war that broke out this month.

Hoffa can 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 the finger at Germany and Grindelwald, thinking that he was the leader of the strange group of 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 as being deliberately mystifying, clown, and claiming that he is just a bite at sight. Crazy dog.

Looking at the head of the crowned king on the arrest warrant, Hoffa tightened his fingers...

oh la la.

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. Come live at night?"

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

Miranda is nodded, "Of course, I think your clothes are so dirty that you won’t spend the summer vacation. Wrap the newspaper and sleep in the park."

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

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

Putting down the newspaper, Hoffa suddenly remembered something.

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

"Um...what flyers?"

Hoffa points to the corner of the newspaper.

"Half-man church."

Miranda turned his head to the side and read the job posting, frowned thinking about it for a moment, and shook his head.

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

"Huh?"