Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

In 1938, Dumbledore was not yet the headmaster of Hogwarts. At that time, he was just a transfiguration teacher in Hogwarts, probably in his fifties. But it was this year that he did an insignificant little thing, which completely changed the magic circle in the future.

He recruited the future Great Demon King Voldemort into Hogwarts, and since then opened the way for Tom Marvolo Riddle to pursue his ambition.

Hoffa has seen the original work novel, and he was once a fan of this novel. But he couldn't think that he would actually cross to this world after death, and also cross to Britain in 1938, and as soon as he woke up, he faced one of the super popular wizards of this 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 would give himself a Legilimens, or Obliviate.

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

But Dumbledore didn't do that. Obviously, he only had rays of light in his eyes. He is very interested in the child who can call his name in this orphanage.

He didn't rush to talk to Hoffa, but took off the cat hanging from his head, then leaned on the broken table in the room, and looked at Hoffa with a smile.

"Muggle doesn't know my name, Hoffa."

He has already remembered Hoffa's name.

"Oh." Hoffa replied dryly. In his previous life, he was a youngster who had lived as a teenager. Dumbledore is now at least fifty-six years old, facing an old wizard who has lived for so many years. , He doesn't have the slightest sense of superiority.

"You didn't ask me what muggle is."

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

"Hoffa.Bach."

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

"Bach...sounds to be from the French family." Dumbledore groaned. Then he took out the wand and lay it flat on his knees.

Hoffa flinched instinctively, secretly wary in his eyes, he has been relieved from the shock from the very beginning. He just wanted to leave Dumbledore sooner, and then sort out his thoughts. Facing a new life well.

Dumbledore is keenly aware of Hoffa's fear, so he lifts wand and points to Hoffa.

Hoffa's vigilant look in his eyes is full, and he takes a step back and clings to the corner.

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

Are you coming? Obliviate? Dementor?

He was confused.

Just when he was extremely nervous.

Boom!

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

Then.

puci!

It was accompanied by a crackling sound similar to a low-quality horn, like a cheap Halloween salute. A few ribbons emerged from Dumbledore's wand, floating softly from the sky, with a few rays of light falling on Hoffa's face.

Hoffa stunned and stuck to the corner, letting the ribbon fall and hang on her head.

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

Dumbledore lightly coughed, put away wand and mumbled: "Am I that terrifying?"

Hoffa didn't speak, he looked at the cup on the table, and then at Dumbledore Pleasant look. Completely speechless.

"Did Beauxbatons send you an invitation, Hoffa?"

Hoffa shook his head silently.

"so that's how it is...I know." (Hoffa doesn't know what he knows.)

Speaking, he stood up and put the top hat on He said to Hoffa gently.

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

After speaking, he blinked a little at Hoffa, turned and walked out the door.

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

For a while, his brain was a little down, and after a while, he confirmed his coordinates in time and space.

Britain London in 1938, an orphanage with Tom Riddle.

And what Dumbledore has to do now is to enroll the future Dark Lord.

Not long after, Hoffa heard a slight click from the upper floor, like a nest of mice gnawing on a table. The sound is so subtle that you can't hear it if you don't listen carefully.

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

In 1938, when Dumbledore recruited Tom Riddle, who was only 11 years old, into Hogwarts, he was dissatisfied with Tom's bullying of other children. At this brief moment, he calmed Tom with a burning wardrobe and forced the future Great Demon King to make only one confession in his life.

Harry Potter's story is very long, but if you 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 become Voldemort. If Voldemort hadn't killed Harry Potter's parents, nothing would happen afterwards.

And now, this historic moment happened on top of my head.

There was a faint voice of conversation from upstairs.

...

A certain boy: "I have no money!"

Dumbledore: "That's easy to solve. Hogwarts has a fund specifically for those who need For those who subsidize the purchase of textbooks and school gowns, some of your magic books may only be bought second-hand, but..."

Boy: "Where can I buy magic books?"

Dumbledore "At Diagon Alley, I brought your bibliography and school supplies list. I can help you buy everything..."

Boy: "You want to accompany me?"

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

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

.......

5 points clock Later, the conversation ended, and the door closed upstairs.

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

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

Tom Riddle let out a cry Laughing sarcastically: "Hoffa, just him?"

Dumbledore stopped answering, closed the door and left.

...

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

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

And Voldemort is far more terrifying than he thought, his predecessor is dead. Killed by Tom Riddle, who was only 11 years old, just for a room. If Dumbledore knew that he was facing an 11-year-old murderer, he would probably not be recruited into Hogwarts.

Lying on the bed in a big letter, sighed. Hoffa habitually wants to take out his mobile phone and send a WeChat message to complain about reality. But when he touched his pocket, he smiled even more wryly.

Now that Jobs is more than 70 years away from the release of Apple 4, that guy is probably still a single-celled creature. He still has the idea of ​​playing mobile phones.

After finishing 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 a few small pebbles in front of him, Hoffa pressed his chest and said softly: "I will take your share to live well."

It didn't take long for the orphanage to hear the sound of cooking.

Hoffa adjusted his mentality, and the gloomy expression on his face disappeared. I have magic innate talent, and I'm likely to enter Hogwarts to study. Isn’t this exactly what my previous childhood was from yearn for something even in dreams? In that case, what can I complain about?

...

On the dinner plate there is only a piece of white bread with some yellowing, two slices of bacon, half a broccoli and a glass of orange juice.

This was the first meal Hoffa ate in London in 1938. The food in the orphanage is not very good, it can only be regarded as preventing the child from being hungry.

Adding to the fact that Britain’s cook was notoriously perfunctory, Hoffa felt that the bacon in his mouth was very old.

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

clang!

Hoffa looked up with half a bacon in his mouth.

A tall boy with black hair and pale skin. He looks very handsome. At least Hoffa thinks he is much handsomer than his own life. He belongs to the kind of ordinary boy next door, and the other person is the kind of handsome man who can attract scouts when he grows up and walks on the street.

"Your forehead healed very quickly, Hoffa."

The boy narrowed his eyes and said softly, his eyes seemed to be looking at some novel toy.

There is no doubt that the handsome boy in front of him is the famous Tom Marvolo Riddle. authentic. The most powerful dark wizard on A History of Magic in Europe, Voldemort. Fifty years later, his name cannot be mentioned.

Hoffa hates him very much.

No one likes a child who dared to kill at the age of eleven for the purpose by fair means or foul. And this child will never repent at all.

But Hoffa was not afraid of the other party. At this time, he was not Voldemort, and no matter how awesome he was, he was just a child.

He swallowed the bacon in his mouth and stood up slowly.

"Go away, Tom."

Hoffa said calmly, his imposing manner did not lose to the opponent at all.

Tom was taken aback, then his face suddenly paled, a red light flashed in his eyes, which looked like a ferocious wild beast.

But then, something unexpected happened to Hoffa. He didn't rush over to beat himself or use magic, but slightly smiled close to his head, as if the previous brutality was just an illusion.

"You and I are the same kind of people, Hoffa."

He pointed to the children who were eating dinner next to him and whispered, "People who are different from these idiots."

Hoffa was shocked.

He can only say that he is a young Voldemort after all, the future generation of formidable person. This temperament is not comparable to an ordinary child. The front foot pushed himself off the cliff, and the back foot began to pull up with him. No wonder the later generations can pull up such a huge Death Eater team.

To be honest, if I didn't know the future direction, I'm afraid I would really be confused by his infectious smile.

Tom: "If you are willing to be my friend, I can take you to a magical place."

After that, he even reached out to Hoffa with a smile Left hand.

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

"Hogwarts, I will go by myself, but I will not hold a dirty hand that kills innocent animals."

He tone barely fell and Tom Riddle wrote on his little face Full of hatred.

All the light bulbs on the ceiling of the orphanage flickered, the air suddenly tightened, and the orange juice in all the child's dinner plates nearby burst open. Cries loudly!

Hoffa frowned, really strong magical fluctuations. Although he has not yet come into contact with magic, he can feel the terrifying innate talent of the other party only by instinct.

Hoffa complexion pale, but never retreat, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. But he is also an ordinary person with his own persistence. Not to mention that this person is doomed to fail. Even if he succeeds, Hoffa will never shake the other person's hand.

Retract the palm.

The light bulb on the ceiling returned to normal.

Mrs. Cole lost one's head out of fear and ran to the hall to comfort the crying child.

At this moment, Tom has returned to his normal state.

"I will look at you, Hoffa." He finished speaking lightly and turned to leave.

Speaking calmly, but the killing intent is unabashedly naked.

Hoffa lightly snorted, shook his head, and threw a piece of bacon left on the plate into his mouth.

I offended the Dark Lord on the first day of rebirth. What a death! !

To be honest, Hoffa doesn't like to offend people. The traditional Eastern education in his previous life has taught him the importance of low-key life, but it is precisely because of this that he can't wait to get rid of Voldemort's relationship.

Standing well in the team and making a fortune is the kingly way. He has huge ambitions like him and confronts the world unabashedly.

A 100 times stronger innate talent is the consequence of being killed, even without Harry Potter.

Thinking of this, Hoffa couldn't help but shudder.

Although Voldemort is doomed to fail, he does not want to be a victim of the wizard war.

This is not the time when Harry was born, and his father was never born. I can't use the protagonist's halo to follow the savior. Not to mention the historical trend, pick up and miss everywhere.

What Philosopher's Stone, what Chamber of Secrets, what Azkaban prisoners, those are things half a century later...

Now my eyes are blackened.

The road ahead is chaotic.