Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Tom Riddle did not come to trouble Hoffa, in fact, after receiving an invitation from Hogwarts, he behaved very low-key.

Hoffa is not even going to trouble the other party stupidly. All he has to do is eat, exercise, and get familiar with the environment.

A month later, Hoffa basically wandered around the area around the orphanage. He also figured out the approximate location of the Broken Cauldron Bar.

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

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

The streets of London in 1938 were not as prosperous as later generations. The roads here were paved with gray bricks and bumpy. On the road, some classic cars with their canopies drove past, emitting black exhaust. They are monotonous in color, not at all as colorful as later cars.

Many people who can’t eat enough to eat are hanging around holding up job-hunting signs, and some decadent young people are smoking cigarettes on street corners. This is a sequelae of the economic crisis of 1929, and the decline of the empire after the first world war is undoubtedly obvious.

On the corner of the street, Hoffa saw a group of workers painting the wall with their pipes in their mouths and paste. He approached and saw that these people were putting up black and white posters of the British royal family's conscription.

Seeing this poster, Hoffa felt cold.

At this point in time, he forgot the most important thing. This incident did not come from the wizarding world, but from the Muggle world.

That is when the Second World War is about to start! !

Hillert is still alive! A large number of demon king-level characters in the same period are all alive!

Hideki Tojo, Mussolini...

Compared to the dark wizard Voldemort, who has not yet grown up, these guys are real demons! The destruction and killing caused by Voldemort may not be as much as a fraction of others.

Hoffa doesn't know much about history, but he knows that World War II began in 1939, and it is only a year since the present.

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

He was a little bit weeping without tears.

God thief, what era is not good, why must we come to this era of war and chaos! ?

...

Toot toot!

The horn of the car pulled Hoffa back from his loss.

He turned around and saw that an old-fashioned motorcycle drove over. The last time he saw the motorcycle was in the anti-Japanese drama. It's the kind of motorcycle that drives by one person and rides in the bucket alone.

Two soldiers dressed in dark green stopped in front of Hoffa, and a smoking soldier lay down in the carriage and asked loudly.

"Is it Hoffa Bach?"

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, looked at the two young soldiers in wonder, thinking that he didn't know these two guys, could it be that he had names on his face?

He nodded: "It's me."

Suddenly, the soldier sitting on the wagon pulled out a stack of tied letters from behind his buttocks. He dipped in his saliva, turned it over, and drew one out and handed it to Hoffa.

"Your letter, kid, take it and don't lose it."

After that, as soon as the driving soldier stepped on the pedal, the motorcycle drove off again.

Hoffa turned the letter in amazement.

London

Bonington Market Street

532 meters west of Broken Cauldron Bar

Second corner

Mr. Hoffa Bach received

As in the case, the words are written in emerald green ink, no stamps are attached, and they have a heavy touch like parchment in the hand.

Hoffa opened his mouth to look at the two soldiers who had long since disappeared, and then flipped through the letter. I saw a wax seal, a shield crest, and a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounded by the capital "H".

Well, although he estimated that he would receive a letter after Dumbledore had spoken to him that day, he didn't expect it to be in this situation at all.

He looked up at the sky, wondering.

How did these guys position themselves so accurately?

Putting aside his doubts, Hoffa opened the letter with excitement. In his previous life, he fantasized countless times that it has become a reality today, and he couldn't be more excited.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Armando Dipet

(Vice President of the International Federation of Wizards, Royal Honor Magician, Chief Wizard of Wisengamao)

Dear Mr. Bach:

We are happy to inform you that you have been approved to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 1. We will be waiting for your owl before July 31st to bring your reply.

Vice-Chancellor

Yours sincerely, Adbe Gosak

Hoffa tossed over the paper several times, and there was no doubt that this letter was the same as the one in it, but it was completely different.

In this letter, he got three pieces of information. One, his principal was not Dumbledore, but a man named Armando Dipeter. Second, the vice principal is not Minerva McGonagall, but a stranger named Adbe Gorschak. Third, the Muggle world is not completely separated from the wizarding world, at least in the royal room, some people know the existence of the wizarding world.

For example, the two soldiers just now are likely to be wizards. Otherwise, he won't pass this strange letter to himself so peacefully. Of course, it does not rule out the possibility of them being cursed.

However, after seeing the title of Principal Armando Dupete's Honorary Magician of the Empire, Hoffa felt that his previous conjecture was a little more true.

This is not surprising. People at the top of the world must have more information than ordinary people. For such a large group of wizards, without the cooperation of the top Muggles, it is impossible for a Ministry of Magic to completely conceal the traces of the existence of wizards.

Secretly writing down the information he had obtained, Hoffa took out a second page.

This sheet of paper looks very ordinary. It only records some of the necessary textbooks and props for Hogwarts, which is similar to what I saw in my previous life.

But after reading it through, Hoffa was amazed.

He remembered something very important.

That is he has no money...

Yes it is.

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

Neither the dead parents left their own property, nor did they know where to apply for the Hogwarts poverty fund, and there was even no relative like Uncle Vernon in this world.

He can't ask the people in the orphanage to read Hogwarts for money. Those people are also poor people, and it's not easy to raise themselves at this age.

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

A penny stumps the hero, even if it is a traverser, at this moment he feels extremely helpless.

"Would you like this, Boss...gave hope and let it dashed?"

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

No way, Hogwarts must go, it was his childhood dream in a previous life.

Even begging for a part-time job! He also has to collect the tuition fees!

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

If you want to beg for work, you have to go to the wizarding world, after all, the wizard’s Jinjialong Muggle world does not.

The only good news is that he already knows the location of the Broken Cauldron on the envelope.

...

The Broken Cauldron Bar is now located in the middle of a suit shop and an umbrella shop. The surrounding Muggles walked around, turning a blind eye to it. Hoffa put the map in his pocket and walked in.

This legendary bar is the same as the one described in the book, dark, broken, and mixed.

The drinking wizard, the smoking witch, and a few creatures that looked like fairies played cards in the corner. The table is full of coins.

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

On the wall of the bar, rows of dark oil paintings are particularly eye-catching.

Everyone in the oil painting moves.

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

Seeing Hoffa, she vomited smoke fiercely: "What do you look at, poor devil!?"

Hoffa frowned.

I saw it underneath the painting.

Broken Cauldron Bar---founded by Daisy Dodridge

(1467-1555)

Hoffa didn't want to care about an oil painting, he went to the bar of the boss Tom.

The young boss, Tom, was wiping the glass in front of the bar at the moment. He just raised his head and glanced at Hoffa who came in by pushing the door, and then stopped paying attention.

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

I really don't have the legendary protagonist halo.

He glanced at Jin Jialong in the hands of a few card game fairies, and then walked to the bar with a serious face.

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

"Hello." The response of the bar owner Tom was neither enthusiastic nor indifferent, just ordinary.

Hoffa: "I want to ask, do you hire workers here?"

Tom put down the action of wiping the cup and glanced at Hoffa with a slightly surprised look: "What are you talking about?"

Hoffa: "Excuse me, I want to find a job, a short-term one."

Tom was surprised: "Merlin's beard, will the wizard kids come out to look for work when they are so young?"

Hoffa was crazy, but the situation was better than others. He could only sigh: "No way, isn't there an economic crisis outside?"

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

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

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

"Hey! You kid, don't go to Hogwarts to go to school, learn something, come out to find a job. Do you think work is such a simple thing?"

I rely on! Hoffa cursed inwardly. You think I don't want to go, how can I stick to your cold **** if I have money!

How could this old guy be so snobbish, so enthusiastic when he saw Harry Potter, seeing himself like a plague god, wishing to rush out.

Tom’s voice attracted several wizards. Among them, one of the witches turned around, smoking a pipe and smilingly and asked: "Little guy, are you short of money? Do you want to go to Knockoff Alley with your sister? Look……"

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

Of course he would not agree. This guy who can be his grandmother actually claims to be his sister, which is not normal at first sight.

The tall witch curled her lips and blew a mouthful of smoke into his face.

Hoffa lowered his stance and said to his boss Tom: "I want to go to Diagon Alley. Can you open the door for me?"

Open the door, this matter is Tom's job, his bar is open here, he is also regarded as a half-keeper.

He did not refuse, and said lightly: "Come with me."

Hoffa thought in his heart that there might be one of the many shops in Diagon Alley that would offer his own job.

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

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

Seeing that Hoffa's attitude was okay, Tom replied: "What is your kid's name and why is it looking for a job."

Hoffa felt that things seemed to have turned around, and said quickly: "My name is Hoffa. I am looking for a job to earn some book money."

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

The boss, Tom, frowned: "If you don’t have money, write to Hogwarts to apply for a subsidy. I don’t miss the money. Also, if you want to find a job in Diagon Alley, I advise you to die. Heart it. They are all official stores registered by the Ministry of Magic, and children under the age of 16 are not allowed."

The hope that had just ignited in Hoffa's heart was suddenly dashed, as if a balloon pierced the epidermis and frustrated.

Write to Hogwarts to apply, he wants to write too.

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

There are no owls in Hoffa...

Of course, owls can be bought in Diagon Alley, but he has no money either...

No one.

However, just as Hoffa was a little desperate, a card goblin jumped off a stool and squeezed from the waist of a few chat wizards.

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

Hoffa turned his head somewhat curiously, and saw a goblin with unilateral glasses, a cowhide jacket, leather shoes, and a suit on his arm approaching. He is only half the height of a normal person, which is about the same height as himself. With a bunch of fashionable blond hair on his forehead, and two earrings hanging from his ears, he looked pleasing to the eye compared to the other potbellied old fairies.

"My name is Hoffa, what's the matter?"

The goblin nodded and pushed his one-sided glasses.

"The last name is Bach, isn't it?"

"Yes." Hoffa was surprised.

"Why are you here? I have been waiting for you for three days." The fairy complained, "My name is Induo, please take care of me."

He stretched out his hand skillfully, like a salesman.

Hoffa shook the opponent's hand and looked up and down at the goblin dressed up by the clerk. He thought, what he did can make a goblin wait for three days. You must know that these creatures are extremely stingy, do you owe him money?

But Indor quickly said: "A wizard asked me to do something a few days ago, and asked me to wait here for a child named Hoffa."

With that said, Yinduo coughed, flipped through the pockets of his trousers, took out a crumpled letter from a pile of cyan copper coins, and handed it to Hoffa.

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

Hoffa quickly took a look. The letter was unsigned, only a few circles in English.

······

I didn’t prepare two grants last time

I will ask Indor to take you to Gringotts

He is a nice fairy

Get along with

See you at school

Very concise words, but Hoffa knew at a glance who wrote the letter. It was Dumbledore. It turned out that he hadn't forgotten himself. Hoffa couldn't help but warm up, and he was relieved.

Anyway, there is another person in this world who is thinking 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 pleasingly...

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

Hoffa suspiciously asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The goblin pushed his glasses and smiled: "This is the situation, but something unexpected happened."

"What's the accident?" Hoffa had a bad feeling in his heart.

"The accident is that this guy has been playing cards in my shop for three days, and has lost three days." It was Tom who answered Hoffa, and the bar owner sneered with his arms, then turned and left. No longer pay attention to Hoffa.

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

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

"What do you mean...? My enrollment grant..."

Induo: "Yes, I have been lost by the next."