In 1938, Dumbledore was not yet the headmaster of Hogwarts. At the time, he was just a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, probably in his fifties. But it was this year that he did a small thing that completely changed the future wizarding world.

He recruited the future Lord Voldemort into Hogwarts, and thus began Tom Marvolo Riddle's pursuit of ambition.

Hoffa had read the original novel, and he was once one of the fans of the novel. But he never imagined that he would actually travel to this world after death, and also traveled to England in 1938, and as soon as he woke up, he faced one of the world's super popular wizards.

He didn't know what that meant, but by the time Mrs. Cole had left the room, Hoffa had retreated into the corner. He looked at Dumbledore, afraid that he would make a deception of himself or forget about it.

Neither outcome was acceptable to him, after all, he had just experienced death and confusion of memory, and his nerves were still in a fragile state of tension.

But Dumbledore didn't do that, and it was clear that there was only a glint of interest in his eyes. He was intrigued by the children in the orphanage who could call their names.

He didn't rush to talk to Hoffa, but untied the cat hanging overhead, then leaned back against the broken table in the room, and looked at Hoffa with a smile.

"Muggles won't know my name, Hoffa. ”

He had memorized Hoffa's name.

"Oh. Hoffa replied dryly, he had been a young man who had lived for twenty years in his previous life, and Dumbledore was now at least fifty-six years old, and he had no sense of superiority in the face of an old wizard who had lived for so many years.

"You didn't even ask me what a Muggle is. ”

Dumbledore's blue eyes glared at Hoffa pleasantly and said, "What's your full name, Hoffa." ”

"Hoffa Bach. ”

Hoffa sighed and decided to tell the truth. In front of this level of existence, he can only play an honest child.

"Bach....... sounds like a family on the French side. Dumbledore groaned. Then he took out his wand and laid it flat on his lap.

Hoffa instinctively winced, his eyes secretly wary, he had recovered from the initial shock. Now he just wanted to leave Dumbledore as soon as possible and sort out his thoughts. Face a new life.

Dumbledore sensed Hoffa's fear, so he raised his wand and pointed it at Hoffa.

With a wary look in his eyes, Hoffa took a step back and clung to the corner.

What is he going to do? What is Dumbledore going to do to me?

Is it coming?Oblivion?Dementor?

His mind was in turmoil.

Just when he was extremely nervous.

Bang!

A glass on the table suddenly exploded, as if in response to Hoffa's nervousness.

And then.

Poof!

Accompanied by a popping sound that resembles an inferior trumpet, like a cheap Halloween salute. Dumbledore's wand sprouted a few ribbons of streamers that floated limply down from the sky, with a few dots of light and landed on Hoffa's face.

Hofa was dumbfounded and stuck to the corner, letting the streamers fall and hang on his head.

What's going on? There's no such play in the original book, what should I do?

Dumbledore coughed lightly, put away his wand and muttered, "Am I that terrible?"

Hoffa didn't speak, he looked at the cup on the table, and then at Dumbledore's happy face. Completely speechless.

"Did Beauxbatons send you an invitation, Hoffa?"

Hoffa shook his head silently.

"I see....... I know. (Hoffa doesn't know what he knows.) ）

With that, he stood up, put his top hat on his head, and said softly to Hoffa.

"Maybe it's time for you to change the environment, by the way, I also like shorthairs, find a better environment and bury this little guy." ”

With that, he winked at Hoffa slightly, turned and walked out the door.

After Dumbledore left, Hoffa sat down slowly in the corner.

For a while, his brain was a little down, and after a while, he confirmed his coordinates in time and space.

1938 in London, England, and an orphanage with Tom Riddle.

And what Dumbledore has to do now is to recruit the future Dark Lord to enroll.

After a while, Hoffa heard a slight clicking sound from upstairs, like a nest of rats gnawing on the table, a sound so subtle that it was impossible to hear without careful listening.

But it wasn't a rat, and Hoffa knew what was going on.

In 1938, when Dumbledore recruited Tom Riddle, who was only 11 years old at the time, to Hogwarts, he expressed his displeasure at Tom's bullying of other children. At this moment, he calms Tom with a burning wardrobe and forces the future Archdemon to make the only confession in his life.

The story of Harry Potter is very long, but if you really want to say it, maybe this paragraph is the real beginning of the whole story.

After all, if Tom Riddle hadn't entered Hogwarts, he wouldn't have become Voldemort, and if Voldemort hadn't killed Harry Potter's parents, nothing would have happened.

And now, this historic moment is happening above my head.

There was a faint sound of conversation coming from upstairs.

......

A boy: "I don't have any money!"

Dumbledore: "That's easy to fix, Hogwarts has a fund for those who need to pay for textbooks and school robes, and some of your spellbooks can only be used second-hand, but ......"

Boy: "Where can I buy a magic book?"

Dumbledore: "In Diagon Alley, I brought your list of books and school supplies, I can help you get your stuff ......"

Boy: "You're going to come with me?"

Dumbledore: "Of course, if you ......"

Boy: "I don't need ......"

.......

Five minutes later, the conversation ended, and the sound of the door closing from upstairs rang out.

Just when Hoffa thought that the first meeting between Dumbledore and Voldemort was over, Dumbledore's voice came again.

"By the way, the kid you robbed of the room is also a wizard, and if you know London well, I want you to help him. ”

Tom Riddle let out a sarcastic laugh, "Hoffa, just him?"

Dumbledore stopped answering and closed the door and left.

......

Downstairs, after hearing all this, Hoffa collapsed completely on the bed, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. There was no doubt that he was gifted with magic, and Dumbledore had just tested his talent in a completely unexpected way.

No matter what it looks like in the novel, Dumbledore is much stronger and sharper than he imagined, perhaps because he is younger now.

And Voldemort is far more terrible than he imagined, his predecessor is dead. Killed by 11-year-old Tom Riddle, just for a room. If Dumbledore had known that he was facing an 11-year-old murderer, he probably wouldn't have recruited him into Hogwarts.

Cheng lay on the bed with a large character and sighed. Hoffa habitually wanted to take out his mobile phone and send a WeChat message to complain about the reality. But as soon as he touched his pocket, he smiled even more.

Now more than 70 years before Jobs released the Apple 4, that guy is probably still a single-celled creature, and he is still dead to play with the idea of mobile phones.

After collecting his thoughts, Hoffa picked up the cat that had been hanged by Tom Riddle and dug a pit in the corner of the orphanage and buried it.

Looking at the bags piled up with small pebbles in front of him, Hoffa pressed his chest and whispered, "I will take your share and live well." ”

It didn't take long for the sound of food being heard from the orphanage.

Hoffa adjusted his mentality, and the gloomy look on his face was swept away. He has a talent for magic and is likely to attend Hogwarts. Isn't this exactly what I dreamed of in my childhood in my previous life? In that case, what is there to complain about?

......

On the plate was just a piece of yellowed white bread, two slices of bacon, half a broccoli and a glass of orange juice.

This was the first meal that Hoffa had in London in 1938. The food in the orphanage is not very good, it can only be regarded as not starving the children.

Coupled with the notoriously perfunctory English cooks, Hoffa felt that the bacon in his mouth was unusually old.

But before he could barely swallow the bacon in his mouth, a plate was placed heavily on the opposite side of Hoffa.

Clang!

Hoffa looked up with half a bacon in his mouth.

A tall boy with black hair and pale skin, he was very handsome. At least Hoffa thought he was much more handsome than he was in his life. He belongs to the kind of ordinary boy next door, and the other party is the kind of handsome who can attract scouts when he grows up walking on the street.

"You're getting good in your head, Hoffa. ”

The boy squinted his eyes and whispered, as if he were looking at some novel toy.

There is no doubt that the handsome boy in front of him is the famous Tom Marvolo Riddle. If it is fake, it will be replaced. The most powerful dark wizard in the history of European magic, Lord Voldemort. Fifty years later, his name will not be mentioned.

Hoffa hated him.

No one likes a child who dares to kill at the age of eleven and will do whatever it takes to get an end. And this child will not repent at all.

But Hoffa is an adult, and he is not afraid of the other party, he is not Voldemort at this time, no matter how awesome he is, he is just a child.

He swallowed the bacon in his mouth and slowly stood up. He looked at the young Voldemort in front of him, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, what kind of person was willing to turn this handsome face into a snake face.

"Fuck off, Tom. ”

Hoffa said calmly, his momentum was not lost to the other party at all.

Tom was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale, and a red light flashed in his eyes, and he looked like a hideous beast.

But then, something unexpected happened to Hofa. He didn't rush over and beat himself, he didn't cast his magic, but smiled and leaned close to his head, as if the previous ferocity was just an illusion.

"You and I are the same kind of people, Hoffa. ”

He pointed to the children eating dinner next to him and whispered, "People who are not like these idiots." ”

Hoffa was shocked.

He can only say that after all, he is the young Voldemort, the future generation of heroes. This kind of mind is not at all comparable to that of an ordinary child. The front foot also pushed himself off the cliff, and the back foot came to pull up the relationship with himself, no wonder the future generations could pull up such a large team of Death Eaters.

To be honest, if I didn't know a little about the future, I was afraid that I would really be confused by his infectious smile.

Tom: "If you're willing to be my friend, I can take you to a magical place." ”

After saying that, he even stretched out his left hand to Hoffa with a smile.

But Hoffa just glanced at the palm dangling in the air with a sneer.

"I'll go to Hogwarts myself, but I'm not going to hold a dirty hand that kills an innocent animal. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom Riddle's small face was filled with hatred.

The light bulbs on the ceiling of the orphanage flickered, and the air suddenly tightened, and the orange juice on the plates of all the children next to them burst open. Cry loudly!

Hoffa's brows furrowed, so strong magic fluctuations. Although he had not yet been exposed to magic, he had sensed the terrifying talent of the other party by instinct.

Hoffa's face was pale, but he did not retreat at all, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. But he is also an ordinary person with his own persistence, not to mention that this person is doomed to failure, and even if he succeeds, Hoffa will never shake the other party's hand.

Palm retracted.

The light bulbs on the ceiling are back to normal.

Mrs. Cole ran to the hall in a panic and soothed the crying child.

At this moment, Tom has returned to his normal state.

"I'll watch you, Hoffa. He said lightly and turned to leave.

said it calmly, but the killing intent was undisguised naked.

Hoffa snorted, shook his head, and threw the remaining bacon from his plate into his mouth.

Offending the Dark Lord on the first day of rebirth, what a great death!!

To be honest, Hoffa doesn't like to offend people, and the traditional oriental education in his previous life taught him the importance of keeping a low profile, but it is precisely because of this that he can't wait to break up with Voldemort.

Standing in the queue and making a fortune is the king, and with huge ambitions like him, he is unabashedly against the world.

No matter how talented you are 100 times stronger, it is the consequence of being killed, even without Harry Potter.

Thinking of this, Hoffa couldn't help but shudder again.

Although Voldemort was doomed, he did not want to fall victim to the wizarding war.

It's not the time Harry was born, and no one else's dad was born. I can't use the protagonist's aura to follow the savior. Not to mention the historical trend and picking up leaks everywhere.

What philosopher's stones, what secret rooms, what prisoners of Azkaban, those are all things half a century later.......

Now my eyes are black.

The road ahead is chaotic.