In 1988, Dumbledore was not the principal of Hogwarts. At that time, he was just a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. He was about fifty years old. But it was in this year that he did something insignificant.

A small thing, this small thing completely changed the future of the magical world.

He recruited the future Lord Voldemort into Hogwarts, which started Tom Marvolo Riddle's pursuit of his ambition.

Hoffa has read the original novel, and he was once one of its fans. But he never imagined that he would actually travel to this world after death, and also travel to the United Kingdom in 198, and he would be right about it as soon as he woke up.

One of the most popular wizards in this world.

He didn't know what this meant, but after Mrs. Cole left the room, Hoffa had retreated to the corner. He looked at Dumbledore, fearing that he would use Legilimency on him or forget all about him.

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

But Dumbledore didn't do that. Apparently, there was only interest in his eyes. He was very interested in the child in the orphanage who could call his name.

He did not rush to talk to Hoffa, but untied the cat hanging above his head, then leaned on the broken table in the room, and looked at Hoffa with a smile.

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

He had memorized Hoffa's name.

"Oh." Hoffa replied dryly. In his previous life, he was a young man who lived for more than ten years. Dumbledore is at least fifty-six years old now. Facing an old wizard who has lived for so many years, he has no choice but to do so.

No sense of superiority at all.

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

Dumbledore stared at Hoffa with his blue eyes happily and said: "What is your full name, Hoffa."

"Hoffa Bach."

Hoffa sighed and decided to tell the truth. In the face of such a level of existence, he could only act as an honest child.

"Bach...sounds like a family from France." Dumbledore pondered for a moment. Then he took out his wand and placed it flat on his knees.

Hoffa shrank instinctively, and his eyes were secretly wary. He had recovered from the initial shock. Now he just wanted to ask Dumbledore away as soon as possible, and then organize his thoughts and face a new life.

Dumbledore was keenly aware of Hoffa's fear, so he raised his wand and pointed it at Hoffa.

Hoffa's eyes became wary, he took a step back and pressed against the corner.

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

Is it coming? The Oblivion Curse? The Soul-Absorbing Curse?

He was confused.

Just when he was extremely nervous.

Bang!

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

Then.

Phew!

Accompanied by a crackle that sounded like a shoddy trumpet, like a cheap Halloween salute. Several colorful ribbons emerged from Dumbledore's wand and floated softly from the sky. With a few dots of light, they landed on Hoffa's head.

face.

Hoffa stood stunned in the corner, letting the ribbons fall and hang on his head.

What is going on? There is no such scene in the original work. 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 look. He was 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 said, he stood up, put the hat on his head, and said gently to Hoffa.

"Maybe it's time for you to change the environment. By the way, I also like short-haired cats. Find a better environment and bury this little guy."

After saying that, he winked slightly at Hoffa, turned around and walked out the door.

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

His brain was a little down for a while. After a while, he finally confirmed his coordinates in time and space.

London, England, 1988, in an orphanage with Tom Riddle.

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

Not long after, Hoffa heard a slight clicking sound coming from upstairs, like a nest of rats gnawing on the table. The sound was so subtle that it could not be heard without listening carefully.

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

In 198, when Dumbledore recruited the then 11-year-old Tom Riddle to attend Hogwarts, he expressed dissatisfaction with Tom's bullying of other children. At this moment, he calmed down with a burning wardrobe.

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 paragraph is the real beginning of the whole story.

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

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

There were faint sounds of conversation upstairs.

…

A certain boy: "I have no money!"

Dumbledore: "That's easy to solve. Hogwarts has a fund specifically provided to those who need funding to buy textbooks and school robes. I'm afraid some of your magic books can only be bought second-hand, but..."

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

Dumbledore: "In Diagon Alley, I brought your books and school supplies list. I can help you buy everything..."

Boy: "You want to go with me?"

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

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

….

Five minutes later, the conversation ended and the sound of a door closing was heard upstairs.

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

"By the way, the kid whose room you robbed is also a wizard. If you are familiar with London, I hope you can help him."

Tom Riddle let out a sarcastic laugh: "Hoffa, is it him?"

Dumbledore stopped answering, closed the door and left.

…

Downstairs, after hearing 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 magical talent. Dumbledore just tested his talent and used

A completely unexpected way.

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

And Voldemort was far more terrifying than he imagined. His predecessor was already dead. He was killed by Tom Riddle, who was only 11 years old, just for a room. If Dumbledore knew that he was facing a

An 11-year-old murderer, there is probably no way he would be recruited into Hogwarts.

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

It's still more than 70 years before Steve Jobs releases the Apple 4. That guy is probably still a single-celled organism, and he might as well give up on the idea of ​​playing with a mobile phone.

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

Looking at the bags piled up with small pebbles in front of him, Hoffa held his chest and said softly: "I will live well with your share."

Not long after, the sound of meal being served came from the orphanage.

Hoffa adjusted his mentality, and the gloomy look on his face disappeared. He has a talent for magic, and he is likely to attend Hogwarts. Isn't this what he dreamed of as a child in his previous life? In this case, what else can he do?

The one who complained.

…

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

This was the first meal Hoffa had in London in 1988. The food in the orphanage was not very good, it could only be considered as enough to prevent the children from going hungry.

In addition, British cooks are notoriously perfunctory, and Hoffa felt that the bacon in his mouth was extremely fried.

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

clang!

Hoffa looked up with half a strip of bacon in his mouth.

A tall boy with black hair, pale skin, and a very handsome appearance. At least Hoffa thinks he is much more handsome than he was in this life. He is an ordinary boy next door, while the other person is taller.
To be continued...