Chapter 2

In 1938, Dumbledore was not headmaster of Hogwarts. At that time, he was only a deformation teacher in Hogwarts, about 50 years old. But it was this year that he did a trivial thing, which completely changed the magic world in the future.

He recruited Voldemort into Hogwarts, the future great demon, and opened the way for Tom Marvolo Riedel to pursue his ambition.

Hoffa has read the original novel, and he used to be one of its fans. But he never thought that he would travel to the world after his death, and also to Britain in 1938. As soon as he woke up, he met one of the most popular witches in the world.

He didn't know what it meant, but after Mrs. Cole left the room, Hoffa had retreated to the corner. He looked at Dumbledore for fear that he might forget himself.

Neither result is acceptable to him. After all, he has just experienced death and memory disorder, and his nerves are still in a fragile state.

But Dumbledore didn't do that. Obviously, there was only a light of interest in his eyes. He is very interested in children who can name themselves in this orphanage.

Instead of rushing to talk to Hoffa, he untied the cat hanging overhead and leaned against the broken table in the room, looking at Hoffa with a smile.

"Muggles don't know my name, Hoffa."

He has remembered Hoffa's name.

"Oh." Hoffa replied dryly that he was a teenager in his previous life, and Dumbledore is at least 56 years old now. Facing an old wizard who has lived for so many years, he has no sense of superiority.

"You didn't ask me what Muggles are."

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa cheerfully with blue eyes and said, "what's your full name, Hoffa?"

"Hoffa Bach."

Hoffa sighed and decided to tell the truth. In the presence of this level, he can only play a good honest child.

"Bach It sounds like the French family. " Dumbledore pondered for a moment. Then he took out his wand and laid it flat on his knee.

Hoffa instinctively shrunk for a moment, eyes secretly alert, he has eased from the shock at the beginning. Now he just wants to leave early, Dumbledore, and then sort out his ideas. Face a new life.

Dumbledore was acutely aware of Hoffa's fear, so he raised his wand and pointed to Hoffa.

Hoffa, with a look of vigilance in his eyes, stepped back and stuck to the corner.

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

Are you coming? Forgetting curse? Dementor curse?

He was in a state of confusion.

Just when he was so nervous.

Bang!

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

Then.

Poof!

With a crackle like a loudspeakers, it's like a cheap Halloween salute. Dumbledore's wand out of a few ribbons, soft from the sky floating down, with a few dots of light, fell on Hoffa's face.

Hoffa gaped at the corner and let the ribbon fall on his head.

What's the situation? There is no such play in the original work. What should I do?

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

Hoffa didn't speak. He looked at the cup on the table and at Dumbledore's cheerful face. Totally speechless.

"Did busbarton send you an invitation, Hoffa?"

Hoffa shook his head in silence.

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

Then he stood up, put his hat on his head and said gently to Hoffa.

"Maybe you should change your environment. By the way, I also like short haired cats. Find a better environment and bury this little guy."

Then he gave Hoffa a slight wink, turned and walked out of the door.

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

For a moment, his brain went down a little. After a while, he confirmed his coordinates in time and space.

In 1938, London, England, and Tom Riddell an orphanage.

What Dumbledore is going to do now is to enroll the future Dark Lord.

Soon after, Hoffa heard a slight click from upstairs, like a nest of mice gnawing at a table. The sound was so subtle that he couldn't hear it if he didn't listen carefully.

But it's not a mouse. Hoffa knows what's going on.

In 1938, when Dumbledore recruited Tom Riddell, who was only 11 years old at the time, to join Hogwarts, he showed dissatisfaction with Tom's bullying of other children. At this moment, he used the burning wardrobe to suppress Tom, and forced the future devil to make the only confession in his life.The story of Harry Potter is very long, but if we really want to say it, maybe this is the real beginning of the whole story.

After all, if Tom Riddle had not entered Hogwarts, he would not have become Voldemort. If Voldemort had not killed Harry Potter's parents, nothing would have happened.

Now, this historic moment is happening on my head.

A faint conversation came from upstairs.

……

Some boy: "I have no money!"

Dumbledore: "that's easy to solve. Hogwarts has a fund for those who need financial support to buy textbooks and school gowns. I'm afraid some of your magic books can only be bought secondhand, but..."

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

Dumbledore: "in Diagon Alley, I've brought your bibliography and school supplies list. I can help you buy all the things..."

Boy: "are you going with me?"

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

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

……

five minutes later, the conversation ended and the door closed upstairs.

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

"By the way, the child who was robbed of his room by you is also a wizard. If you know London well, I hope you can help him."

Tom Riddle gave a sneering laugh: "Hoffa, just him?"

Dumbledore stopped answering and closed the door.

……

Downstairs, after listening to all this, Hoffa completely collapsed on the bed. He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. There is no doubt that he has magic talent. Dumbledore has just tested his talent in a completely unexpected way.

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

And Voldemort, also far more terrible than he imagined, his predecessor has died. Killed by 11 year old Tom Riedel, just for a room. If Dumbledore knew he was facing an 11 year old murderer, he would not be recruited into Hogwarts.

Lying on the bed in a big character, he sighed. Make complaints about WeChat's mobile phone. But when he touched his pocket, he laughed even more bitterly.

Now it's more than 70 years before Steve Jobs released Apple 4. He's probably a single celled creature, so he's still playing with his mobile phone.

After sorting out his thoughts, Hoffa picked up the cat that Tom Riddle had hanged and buried it in a hole in the corner of the orphanage.

Looking at the bags piled up with pebbles in front of him, Hoffa pressed his chest and said softly, "I'll live with your share."

Before long, the sound of dinner came from the orphanage.

Hoffa adjusted his mind and swept away the gloomy look on his face. He has magic talent and is likely to enter Hogwarts. Isn't that what I dreamed of in my childhood? In that case, there is nothing to complain about.

……

There was only a little yellow white bread, two slices of bacon, half broccoli and a glass of orange juice on the plate.

This was Hoffa's first meal in London in 1938. The food in the orphanage is not very good. It can only keep the children from starving.

In addition, British cooks are famously perfunctory, and Hoffa feels that the bacon in his mouth is very old.

But before he could swallow his bacon, he put a heavy plate on the opposite side of Hoffa.

Dang!

Hoffa looked up with half a bacon in his mouth.

A tall boy with black hair and pale skin was very handsome. At least Hoffa thinks he's much more handsome than he's ever been. He belongs to the kind of ordinary boy next door, while the other side is the kind of handsome who can attract star scouts when he grows up and walks on the street.

"You've got a good head, Hoffa."

The boy squinted 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 Riedel. If it's fake, it's guaranteed. Voldemort, the most powerful black wizard in the history of European magic. Fifty years later, his name will not be mentioned.

Hoffa hated him.

No one would like a child who dares to kill at the age of 11 and does anything for his purpose. And the child won't repent at all.

But Hoffa is not afraid of each other. At this time, he is not Voldemort, and he is just a child.

He swallowed the bacon and stood up slowly.

"Go away, Tom."

Hoffa said calmly that he was not losing at all.

Tom was stunned, and then his face turned pale. A red light flashed in his eyes. He looked like a ferocious beast.But then something unexpected happened to Hoffa. He didn't rush over to beat himself, nor did he use magic. Instead, he put a smile 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 next to him who were eating dinner and whispered, "people who are different from these idiots."

Hoffa was surprised.

He can only say that, after all, he is Voldemort in his infancy, the hero of the future generation. This kind of disposition is not comparable to that of an ordinary child. The front foot also pushes himself down the cliff, and the back foot pulls up the relationship with him. No wonder later generations can pull up such a huge team of Death Eaters.

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

Tom: "if you want to be my friend, I can take you to a magical place."

With that, he even held out his left hand to Hoffa with a smile.

But Hoffa just sneered at the palm hanging in the air.

"Hogwarts I'll go myself, but I won't hold a dirty hand that kills innocent animals."

As soon as he spoke, Tom Riddle's little face was filled with hate.

The lights on the ceiling of the orphanage all flickered, the air suddenly tightened, and the orange juice in all the children's plates beside burst. Crying!

Hoffa frowned. It was a strong magic wave. Although he has not yet touched magic, but only by instinct, he felt the other person's talent for terror.

Hoffa's face was pale, but he never retreated. He was just an ordinary man in his previous life. But he is also an ordinary person with his own persistence, not to mention that he is doomed to failure. Even if he will succeed, Hoffa will never hold the other party's hand.

Palm back.

The light bulbs on the ceiling are back to normal.

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

At the moment, Tom is back to normal.

"I'll look at you, Hoffa." He said faintly and turned to leave.

It was calm, but the killing intention was naked.

Hoffa snorted, shook his head, and dropped a bacon from the plate into his mouth.

On the first day of rebirth, I offended the Dark Lord. What a great death!!

To be honest, Hoffa doesn't like to offend people. The traditional Oriental Education in his previous life let him know the importance of keeping a low profile in life. But that's why he can't wait to get rid of Voldemort.

Standing in a good line and making a lot of money is the king's way. Like him, with great ambition, he makes no secret to fight against the world.

No matter how much talent you have, it's the result of being killed, even without Harry Potter.

Hoffa shivered at the thought.

Although Voldemort is doomed to fail, he doesn't want to be the victim of the wizard war.

This is not the time when Harry was born. No one else was born. I can't follow the Savior with the help of the aura of the protagonist. Let alone understand the historical trend and pick up leaks everywhere.

What Sorcerer's stone, what chamber of secrets, what prisoner of Azkaban, those things are half a century later

my eyes are black now.

The road ahead is chaotic.