Tom Riddle didn't come to trouble Hoffa, in fact, after receiving an invitation from Hogwarts, he kept an unusually low profile.

Hoffa will not be stupid to trouble the other party, all he has to do is eat, exercise, and familiarize himself with the environment.

A month later, Hoffa had basically toured the area around the orphanage. The approximate location of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, he also figured out a little.

At this moment, Hoffa was holding a paper map of London and walking on the way to the Leaky Cauldron.

He wore a worker's hat and dirty socks from his Martin boots on his feet. Dressed like a child laborer selling newspapers.

The streets of London in 1938 were not as bustling as they were in later years, with grey bricks and potholes. Some canopy classic cars tufted past on the road, emitting black exhaust fumes. They are monotonous in color, not at all like the cars of later generations, which are colorful.

Many people who don't have enough to eat are dangling around with signs looking for jobs, and some decadent young people are smoking cigarettes on street corners. This was the aftermath of the economic crisis of 1929, and the decline of the empire on which the sun never set was evident after the First World War.

Around the corner of the street, Hoffa saw a group of workers painting the walls with pipes in their mouths and paste in their mouths. He took a closer look, and it turned out that these people were putting up black and white posters of the British royal family's conscription.

Seeing this poster, Hoffa's heart suddenly cooled.

For this point in time, he forgot the most important thing. This thing is not from the wizarding world, but from the Muggle world.

That is the Second World War is about to begin!!

Hilette is still alive! A large number of demon-level characters from the same period are all alive!

Hideki Tojo, Mussolini......

Compared to the dark wizard Voldemort, who has not yet grown up, these guys are a real group of demon kings! Voldemort may not have caused more destruction and killing than a fraction of the others.

Hoffa didn't know much about history, but he knew that World War II began in 1939, and it was only a year before it was now.

After seeing this poster, Hoffa was stunned on the spot with the map.

He wanted to cry a little without tears.

Thief God, what era is not good, why do you have to come to this era of war!?

......

Toot toot!

The sound of the car's horn pulled Hoffa back from his lost state.

He turned around and saw an old-fashioned motorcycle driving over, the last time he saw that kind of motorcycle was in an anti-Japanese drama. It's the kind of motorcycle that one person drives and one person sits in the car.

Two soldiers dressed in dark green stopped in front of Hoffa, and a soldier smoking a cigarette asked loudly as he leaned in the car body.

"Is it Hoffa Bach?"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, looked at the two young soldiers in wonder, and thought to himself that he didn't know these two guys, could it be that he had his name written on his face?

He nodded, "It's me." ”

Suddenly, the soldier sitting on the car pulled out a stack of bundled letters from behind his buttocks, dipped it in saliva, flipped through it, pulled out one and handed it to Hoffa.

"Your letter, little one, take it and don't lose it. ”

After saying that, as soon as the soldier who was driving the car stepped on the pedal, the motorcycle drove away again.

Hoffa turned the letter in amazement.

London

Bonnington Market Street

532 meters west of the Broken Cauldron Bar

The second corner

Attn: Mr. Hoffa Bach

Just like in the novel, the words are written in emerald green ink, without stamps, and have a heavy touch like parchment in the hand.

Hoffa opened his mouth wide to look at the two soldiers who had long since disappeared, and then turned over the letters. There was a wax seal, a shield medallion, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by a capital "H".

Well, although he had expected to receive a letter after Dumbledore had spoken to him that day, he had not thought that this would be the case.

He looked up at the sky and wondered.

How the hell did these guys position themselves so precisely?

Putting aside his doubts, Hoffa opened the letter excitedly, and he couldn't have been more excited by the countless fantasies he had imagined in his previous life, but today it has become a reality.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Armando Duppert

(Vice President of the International Federation of Wizards, Royal Honorary Magician, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Bach,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment.

Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31.

vice-principal

Sincerely, Adbe Goshak

Hoffa read the paper several times, and there was no doubt that the letter was the same as in the novel, but it was completely different.

On this letter, he received three pieces of information, one was that his headmaster was not Dumbledore, but a man named Armando Duppert. Second, the vice-principal is not Minerva McGonagall, but a stranger named Adbay Goshak. Third, the Muggle world is not completely separated from the wizarding world, at least within the royal family, some people are aware of the existence of the wizarding world.

For example, the two soldiers just now are likely to be wizards. Otherwise, you wouldn't have handed this strange letter to yourself so calmly. Of course, the possibility of them being spelled is not ruled out.

However, after seeing the title of Honorary Magician of the Empire of Headmaster Armando Dupet, Hoffa felt that his previous speculation was a little more true.

This is not surprising, the people at the top of the world must have more information than ordinary people, such a large group of wizards, without the cooperation of the Muggle high-level, with only one Ministry of Magic, it is impossible to completely conceal the traces of wizards' existence.

Secretly jotting down the information he had gotten, Hoffa pulled out a second page.

This page is very ordinary, it only records some essential textbooks and props for Hogwarts, which are similar to what I saw in my previous life.

But once I read it through, Hoffa was a thriller.

He remembered something very important.

That is, he has no money......

Yes.

He is truly in a state of abject poverty, poor and white. All meals are funded by the orphanage.

He didn't have any property left by his dead parents, he didn't know where to apply for Hogwarts' poverty fund, and he didn't even have a relative like Aunt Vernon in this world.

He couldn't ask the people in the orphanage for money to study at Hogwarts, they were all poor people, and it was not easy to support themselves so big.

Standing on the streets of London in 1938, Hoffa was blown by the cold wind of reality and felt cold on his body.

A penny is difficult for a hero, even a traverser, and he feels helpless at this moment.

"Do you want that, boss...... Gives hope and then dashes hope?"

Hoffa sighed to himself and tucked the letter in his pocket.

No way, Hogwarts was definitely going to go, it was his childhood dream in his previous life.

Even if it's a begging job! He has to pay for his tuition!

Gritting his teeth, Hoffa walked towards the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

If you want to beg for food, you have to go to the wizarding world to beg, after all, the wizard's Golden Gallon Muggle world does not have it.

The only good news was that he already knew the exact location of the Leaky Cauldron on the envelope.

......

The Leaky Cauldron was now in the middle of a suit shop and an umbrella shop, and Muggles walked around it, ignoring it, and Hoffa took the map in his pocket and stepped inside.

This fabled bar is as dark and shabby as the book depicts.

Wizards who drink, witches who smoke, and a few creatures that look like fairies play cards in the corner. The table was piled with coins.

The only difference was that the boss at the counter was not so hunchbacked and old, and although the Mediterranean Sea above his head had shown his ill-haired fate, at least now he was not bald.

On the walls of the bar, rows of black oil paintings stand out.

In the painting, everyone moves.

Hoffa looked slowly, and at the end of the group of paintings, he saw an oil painting of an old woman. In the painting, she wears a wooden hairpin and smokes a pipe, like a charter wife.

She saw Hoffa and spat out the smoke viciously: "What do you see, little poor ghost!?"

Hoffa pouted and frowned.

I saw it underneath the oil painting.

The Leaky Cauldron --- was founded by Daisy Daddrich

（1467-1555）

Hoffa didn't want to bother with an oil painting, so he went to the bar of the owner, Tom.

Tom, the young proprietor, was wiping his glass in front of the bar at the moment, and he only glanced up at Hoffa, who pushed the door in, and didn't care about it anymore.

Hoffa thought of the future when Harry Potter first entered the bar, and compared with his own dilemma of being uncared for, he could only sigh that people were more popular than people.

I really don't have the aura of the legendary protagonist.

He glanced at the gold gallons in the hands of a few card-playing goblins, and then walked to the bar.

The bar was so high that Hoffa had to stand on tiptoe and cough, "Hello!"

"Hello. Tom, the bar owner, reacted in a way that was neither enthusiastic nor cold, just very ordinary.

Hoffa: "I'd like to ask, are you looking for workers here?"

Tom then put down the action of wiping the cup, and glanced at Hoffa in surprise: "What are you talking about?"

Hoffa: "I'm looking for a job, the kind for a short time. ”

Tom was amazed, "Merlin's beard, will the wizard kids come out to look for jobs at such a young age?"

Hoffa was very crazy, but the situation was stronger than people, he could only sigh: "No way, isn't this economic crisis outside?"

Tom grinned and shook his head, "Sorry, we don't hire child labor here." With that, he moved to the other side of the table and continued to wipe the glass.

Hoffa didn't give up, and he followed: "Wait a minute, do you know that there are other shops in Diagon Alley that recruit workers?"

Tom was upset, he frowned, and put down the rag heavily.

"Hey, you kid, don't go to Hogwarts school properly, learn what adults to come out and get a job. Do you think work is that simple?"

Holy!, Hoffa cursed inwardly. You think I don't want to go, if I have money, how can I stick your cold ass with a hot face!

Why is this old guy so snobbish, so enthusiastic when he sees Harry Potter, and he sees himself like he sees a plague god, and he can't wait to rush out.

Tom's voice attracted the attention of several wizards, among whom was a tall hunchbacked witch who turned around, smoking a pipe and smiling, and asked, "Little one, are you short of money, do you want to go with your sister to Tumbledown Alley to see ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Hoffa quickly replied: "No, thank you for your kindness." I'm still trying to find it in Diagon Alley. ”

Of course he won't agree, this guy who looks like his grandmother still calls himself a sister, which is not normal at first glance.

The tall witch pursed her lips and blew a cigarette into his face.

Hoffa lowered his posture and said to his boss, Tom, "I want to go to Diagon Alley, can you open the door for me?"

Open the door, it's Tom's job, he's half a doorkeeper when he opens the bar.

He didn't refuse, and said lightly: "Follow me." ”

Hoffa thought to himself that there were so many stores in Diagon Alley, maybe there would be one that offered him a job.

Standing in front of the wall, Tom said, "Count three up, two in the middle, and three more at the end, and remember to use some magic when you knock, if you have a wand later." ”

Hoffa quickly nodded yes, but what he thought was that he didn't have a dime, and Ollivander probably wouldn't give him a wand on credit.

Seeing that Hoffa's attitude was okay, Tom said more: "What is your kid's name, why are you looking for a job." ”

Hoffa felt as if things had taken a turn for the better, and quickly said, "My name is Hoffa, and I'm looking for a job to earn some money to buy books." ”

In the lobby of the bar, one of the goblins playing cards suddenly had long ears and eyes drifted over.

The boss Tom frowned: "If you don't have money, write to Hogwarts to apply for a grant, people are not short of this money." Also, if you want to find a job in Diagon Alley, I advise you to die of this heart. They are all official stores registered with the Ministry of Magic, and children under the age of 16 are not allowed. ”

The hope that had just been ignited in Hoffa's heart was shattered at once, like a bulging balloon piercing the epidermis, and deflating with a puff.

Write to Hogwarts to apply, and he wants to write it.

The letter also said that he was expecting his owl to reply, but the problem was.

Hoffa doesn't have owls.......

Of course, the owl could be bought in Diagon Alley, but he didn't have the money either......

Not a single one.

However, just as Hoffa was in despair, a card-playing goblin jumped off the stool and squeezed through the waists of several chatting wizards.

The goblin beckoned, "Wait a minute, little wizard, what's your name?"

Hoffa turned his head a little curiously, only to see a goblin wearing unilateral glasses, a cowhide jacket, leather shoes, and a suit on his arm. He was only half as tall as a normal person, that is, about as tall as himself. With a handful of fashionable blonde hair on his head and two earrings on his ears, he looked quite pleasing to the eye compared to the other pot-bellied old goblins.

"My name is Hoffa, what's wrong?"

The elf nodded, pushing his glasses.

"Bach, huh?"

"Yes. Hoffa was surprised.

"Why did you come, I've been waiting for you for three days. The goblin grumbled, "My name is Indor, please take care of me." ”

He expertly stretched out his hand, like a salesman.

Hoffa shook the other party's hand, looked up and down in his heart, looked up and down at the goblin dressed as a clerk, and thought to himself, what did he do to make a goblin wait for three days. You must know that these creatures are extremely stingy, do you owe him money?

But Indor was quick to say, "A few days ago a wizard asked me to do something and asked me to wait here for a child named Hoffa. ”

As she spoke, Indor coughed, rummaged through the pockets of his trousers, pulled out a crumpled letter from a pile of cyan copper coins, and handed it to Hoffa.

"This is the letter that the wizard asked me to send you. ”

Hoffa quickly took it and saw that the letter was unsigned, and there were only some circles of English on it.

······

Last time I didn't prepare two grants

I'll ask Intor to take you to Gringotts to get it

He's a nice goblin

Get along well

See you at school

Very concise words, but Hoffa knew at a glance who had written the letter. It was Dumbledore, it turned out that he hadn't forgotten himself, and Hofa couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, there is still a person in this world who cares about himself, and he doesn't have to go to work.

After reading the letter, Hoffa looked at the goblin in front of him more and more pleasantly.......

Wait, why is this guy suddenly rubbing his hands together and smiling so mercenistically?

Hofa Fox asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The goblin pushed his glasses and smiled, "That's the case, but something went wrong." ”

"What accident?" said Hoffa, with a hint of a bad premonition rising in his heart.

"The surprise is that this guy has been playing cards in my store for three days and has been losing for three days. It was Tom who answered Hoffa, and the barkeeper crossed his arms and sneered, then turned away. Ignore Hoffa anymore.

Look at the ashamed goblin in front of you, then look at Tom's back, and then look at the few goblins at the table who are collecting money.

Hoffa felt several Dementors kissing him, and a trace of his soul slowly floated out of his seven orifices.

"What do you mean...... my school grant ......?"

Indor: "That's right, I've already lost in the next game. ”