Chapter 3

Tom Riddell didn't come to Hoffa's trouble. In fact, he kept a very low profile when he was invited by Hogwarts.

Hoffa is not stupid enough to ask for trouble. All he has to do is eat, exercise and get familiar with the environment.

A month later, Hoffa basically went around the area around the orphanage. He also found out the location of the broken cauldron bar.

At the moment, Hoffa is holding a paper map of London, walking on the way to the broken cauldron bar.

He was wearing a worker's hat, and his socks on Martin's boots were dirty. Dressed like a child laborer selling newspapers.

The streets of London in 1938 were not as prosperous as those of later generations. The roads here were paved with grey bricks and pitted. On the road, some of the old cars with the top of the car beep past, emitting black exhaust. They are monotonous in color, not as colorful as later cars.

Many people who can't get enough to eat hang around with signs looking for jobs. Some decadent young people are smoking on the street corner. This is the sequela of the 1929 economic crisis. The decline of the empire is good. Although Dumbledore said to himself that day, he estimated that he would receive a letter, but he didn't think it was in this situation.

He looked up at the sky, puzzled.

How exactly do these guys position themselves so precisely.

Putting aside his doubts, Hoffa opened the letter excitedly. He had fantasized many times in his previous life, but today it has become a reality. He can't be more excited.

Hogwarts School of wizardry and Wizardry

headmaster: Armando dipert

(vice president of the International Federation of wizardry and wizengamo chief wizard)

Dear Mr. Bach,

we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of wizardry and Wizardry. A list of books and equipment is enclosed.

The term is due to start on September 1st. We will be waiting for your reply from your owl before July 31.

Vice principal

Dear ADBE goshak,

Hoffa has read this paper over and over several times. There is no doubt that this letter is the same as that in the novel, but completely different.

In this letter, he got three messages: first, his headmaster is not Dumbledore, but a man named Armando dipert. 2、 The vice president is not Mileva McGonagall, but a stranger named ADBE goshak. 3、 Muggle world is not completely separated from wizard world, at least within the royal family, some people know the existence of wizard world.

For example, the two soldiers just now are likely to be witches. Otherwise, I would not pass this strange letter to myself so calmly. Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that they will be cursed.

However, after seeing the title of Armando dipert, the honorary Wizard of the Empire, Hoffa felt that his previous conjecture was more true.

It's not surprising that people at the top of the world certainly have more information than ordinary people. Without the cooperation of Muggle leaders, it is impossible for such a large group of witches to completely hide the traces of the existence of witches only by a Ministry of magic.

Jotting down the information he got, Hoffa pulled out a second page.

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

But after reading it all, Hoffa was very excited.

He remembered a very important thing.

That is, he has no money

Yes.

He was really in a state of abject poverty. All the meals were funded by the orphanage.

There is no property left by his dead parents, no place to apply for the Hogwarts poverty fund, or even a relative like Uncle Vernon in this world.

He can't ask the people in the orphanage to read Hogwarts's money. They are all poor people. It's not easy to raise themselves.

Standing on the street of London in 1938, Hoffa felt chilly by the cold wind of reality.

A penny is hard to defeat the hero. Even the passer-by feels helpless at this moment.

"Do you want this, boss Give hope and let it die? "

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

There's no way. Hogwarts is sure to go. It's his childhood dream in his previous life.

Even if it's begging! He's going to put the tuition together, too!

Gritting his teeth, Hoffa went to the broken cauldron bar.

If you want to beg for food and work, you have to go to the wizarding world. After all, there is no wizarding Muggle world.

The only good news is that he already knows the location of the broken cauldron on the envelope.

……

Broken cauldron bar is now located in the middle of a suit shop and an umbrella shop. Muggles walk around and ignore it. Hoffa puts the map in his pocket and walks in.The legendary bar is as black and broken as it is described in the book, with a mixture of good and bad.

The wizard drinking, the witch smoking, and a few goblin like creatures are playing cards in the corner. The table was piled with coins.

The only difference is that the boss in front of the counter is not so hunchback and old. Although the Mediterranean on his head has shown his fate of rough hair, at least now he is not bald.

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

Everybody moves in the painting.

Hoffa looked over slowly. At the end of the painting group, he saw an old woman's painting. In the picture, she is wearing a wooden hairpin and smoking a pipe, just like a rent woman.

She saw Hoffa, spitting out smoke: "what are you looking at, poor boy?"

Hoffa curled his lips and frowned.

Just below the painting.

Broken cauldron bar --- founded by Daisy dodrich

(1467-1555)

Hoffa didn't want to argue with an oil painting, so he came to Tom's bar.

Tom, the young boss, was cleaning his glass in front of the bar. He just looked up at Hoffa who pushed in the door, and he didn't care.

Hoffa thought of the grand occasion when Harry Potter entered the bar for the first time in the future, and compared with his predicament of no one to care about, he could only sigh that people are more popular than people.

I really don't have the aura of the protagonist in the legend.

He stares at Jin Jialong in the hands of several card playing goblins, and then walks to the bar.

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

"Hello." Tom, the owner of the bar, responded neither warmly nor coldly, but in an ordinary way.

Hoffa: "I want to ask, are you recruiting here?"

Tom just put down the action of wiping the cup, and looked at Hoffa with a little surprise: "what did you say?"

Hoffa: Excuse me, I'm looking for a job, a short-term one

Tom was surprised: "Merlin's beard, now the wizard children are so young to come out looking for a job?"

Hoffa is crazy, but the situation is better than others. He can only sigh: "no way, isn't this economic crisis outside?"

Tom grinned, shook his head and said, "sorry, we don't recruit child labor here." Then he turned to the other side of the table and continued to wipe the glass.

Hoffa did not give up, he also followed in the past: "wait a minute, do you know there are other recruitment shops in Diagon Alley?"

Tom was not happy. He frowned and put down the rag heavily.

"Hey! You little boy, if you don't go to Hogwarts to study well, you'll come out to find a job. Do you think work is such a simple thing? "

Damn it! Hoffa cursed in his heart. Do you think I don't want to go? If I have money, how can I feel hot and cold!

How can this old guy be so snobbish, so enthusiastic when he sees Harry Potter, just like seeing the God of pestilence, so eager to go out.

Tom's voice attracted several witches. One of them, a tall and hunchback witch, turned around, smoked a pipe and asked with a smile, "little guy, are you short of money? Would you like to go with your sister and turn over the alley to have a look... "

Before he finished, Hoffa quickly replied, "no, thank you for your kindness. I still want to find it in Diagon Alley

Of course, he won't agree. This guy who can be his own grandmother even claims to be his sister. It's abnormal.

The tall witch curled her lips and puffed a cigarette into his face.

Hoffa kept a low profile. He said to his boss Tom, "I want to go to Diagon Alley. Can you open the door for me?"

It's Tom's job to open the door. He's half a doorkeeper because his bar is open here.

He did not refuse, light said: "follow me."

Hoffa thought to himself that there might be one of the many shops in Diagon Alley that would offer him a job.

Standing in front of the wall, Tom said, "count three pieces up, count two pieces in, and finally knock three times. Remember to use some magic when you knock, if you have a magic wand later."

Hoffa quickly nodded yes, thinking that he didn't have a dime, Ollivander probably won't give him his wand on credit.

Seeing that Hoffa's attitude was fairly good, Tom said a lot: "what's your boy's name? Why do you want to find a job?"

Hoffa felt that things seemed to have a turn for the better, and quickly said: "my name is Hoffa. I'm looking for a job to earn some money to buy books."

In the bar hall, one of the Goblins who played cards suddenly turned his ears and his eyes floated over.

Tom, the boss, frowned: "if you don't have any money, write to Hogwarts to apply for a subsidy. They don't need the money. Also, if you want to find a job in Diagon Alley, I advise you to die. They are all regular shops registered by the Ministry of magic and are not allowed to recruit children under 16 years old. "

Hoffa's hope, which had just been kindled in his heart, was suddenly dashed, like a balloon bursting through the skin.Write to Hogwarts to apply. He wants to write, too.

The letter also said that they were looking forward to their owl's reply, but the problem was.

Hoffa has no owls Of course, owls can be bought in Diagon Alley, but they don't have money

Not a cent.

However, when Hoffa was a little desperate, a goblin who played cards jumped off the stool and squeezed from the waist of several chat witches.

The goblin waved: "wait a minute, little wizard, what's your name?"

Hoffa turned his head curiously, and saw a goblin with one-sided glasses, a leather jacket, leather shoes and a suit on his arm coming. He is only half the height of a normal person, which is about the same height as himself. He has a bunch of fashionable blonde hair on his forehead and two earrings on his ears. Compared with other big bellied old goblins, he looks pretty.

"My name is Hoffa. What's the matter?"

The goblin nodded and pushed his glasses.

"It's Bach, isn't it?"

"Yes." Hoffa was surprised.

"I've been waiting for you for three days for how you came." The goblin complained, "my name is Endor. Please take care of me."

He held out his hand skillfully, like a salesman.

Hoffa took each other's hand and looked up and down at the goblin dressed by the staff. He thought, what have you done to make a goblin wait for three days. You know these creatures are extremely stingy. Do you owe him money?

But indor soon said, "a few days ago, a wizard asked me to do something and let me wait here for a child named Hoffa."

With that, indor coughed, rummaged in his trousers pocket, took out a crumpled letter from a pile of blue copper coins and handed it to Hoffa.

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

Hoffa quickly picked it up and saw that the letter was not signed, but only in English.

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last time I didn't prepare two grants

I asked ENDOR to take you to gulinger to get it

he was a good goblin

get along well

see you at school

very concise words, but Hoffa knew at a glance who wrote this letter. It was Dumbledore. It turned out that he had not forgotten himself. Hoffa felt a little warm in his heart. He was relieved.

Anyway, there is still one person in the world who cares about himself. He doesn't have to work.

After reading the letter, Hoffa looks at the goblin in front of him more and more pleasing to the eye...

and so on, why does this guy suddenly rub his hands and smile so philistine?

"What are you laughing at?" Hoffa said suspiciously

The goblin pushed his glasses and said with a smile, "the situation is like this, but there is something unexpected."

"What accident?" Hoffa had a bad feeling in his mind.

"The accident is that this guy has been playing cards in my shop for three days and has lost for three days." It was Tom who answered Hoffa. The barman held his arm and sneered. Then he turned and left. Ignore Hoffa.

Look at the shamed goblins in front of you, look at Tom's back, and look at the Goblins who are collecting money on the card table.

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

"You mean? My admission Grant... "

indor:" yes, I've lost it. "