Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In 1938, Dumbledore was not yet the principal of Hogwarts. At that time, he was just a teacher in a transformation class at Hogwarts, probably in his fifties. But it was this year that he did a trivial thing, and this little thing completely changed the magical world in the future.

He recruited the future great demon Lord Voldemort to Hogwarts, and since then opened the way for Tom Marvolo Riddle to pursue his ambitions.

Hoffa has seen the original work, and he was once a fan of it. But he couldn't think that he would actually travel to this world after his death, and also traveled to England in 1938, and as soon as he woke up, he faced one of the world's super popular wizards.

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 have a calming mind on himself, or forget it all.

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, there was only a light of interest in his eyes. He is very interested in the children who can call his name in this orphanage.

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

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

He had already remembered Hoffa's name.

"Oh." Hoffa replied dryly. In his previous life, he was a young man who lived twenty years old. Dumbledore is at least fifty-six years old now. Faced with an old wizard who has lived for so many years, he hasn't The slightest sense of superiority.

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

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

"Hoffa Bach."

Hoffa sighed and decided to tell the truth. In front of this level of existence, he can only play a good role as an honest child.

"Bach... it sounds like a family from the French side." Dumbledore groaned. Then he took out his magic wand and lay it flat on his knees.

Hoffa flinched instinctively, his eyes were secretly wary, he had been relieved from the initial shock. Now he just wanted to ask Dumbledore to go early, and then sort out his thoughts. Face a new life well.

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

The vigilant look in Hoffa's eyes was great, and he took a step back and clung to the corner.

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

Are you coming? Forgotten spell? Dementor?

He was in a state of confusion.

Just when he was extremely nervous.

boom!

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

then.

Puff!

Accompanied by a crackling sound similar to a low-quality horn, it was like a cheap Halloween salute. Several ribbons emerged from Dumbledore's wand, and floated softly from the sky, with a few dots of light falling on Hoffa's face.

Hoffa stuck to the corner dumbfounded, letting the ribbon fall and hang on his head.

what's going on? There is no such drama in the original book. What should I do?

Dumbledore coughed slightly, put away his wand and muttered, "Am I that scary?"

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

"Did Boothbatten send you an invitation, Hoffa?"

Hoffa shook his head silently.

"So... I know." (Hoffa doesn't know what he knows.)

With that, he stood up, put the top hat on his head, and spoke to Hoffa gently.

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

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.

An orphanage with Tom Riddle in London, England in 1938.

What Dumbledore had to do now was to enroll the future Dark Lord in school.

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 was not a mouse, Hoffa knew what was going on.

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

The Harry Potter 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 did not enter Hogwarts, he would not become Voldemort, and if Voldemort hadn't killed Harry Potter's parents, nothing would happen afterwards.

And now, this historic moment happened on the top of his 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 to subsidize the purchase of textbooks and school robes. I am afraid that 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 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..."

…….

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 again.

"By the way, the kid who was snatched from the room by you is also a wizard. If you know London well, I hope you can help him."

Tom Riddle let out a sarcastic laugh: "Hoffa, just 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 is talented in magic, and Dumbledore has just tested his talent in a completely unexpected way.

No matter what it was, the current Dumbledore was much stronger and sharper than he thought, perhaps because he was younger now.

And Voldemort was far more terrifying than he had imagined, his predecessor was already 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 to Hogwarts.

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

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

After finishing his thoughts, Hoffa picked up the cat that had been 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'll take your share and live well."

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

Hoffa adjusted his mind, and the gloomy expression on his face disappeared. He has a gift for magic and is likely to enter Hogwarts to study. Isn't this what I dreamt of in my childhood in my previous life? In that case, what can I complain about?

...

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

This was Hoffa's first meal in London in 1938. The food in the orphanage is not very good, it can only be regarded as keeping the children hungry.

In addition, the British cook was notoriously perfunctory, and 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 on the opposite side of Hoffa.

clang!

Hoffa looked up with half a bacon in his mouth.

A tall boy with black hair, pale skin, and a very handsome appearance. At least Hoffa thought he was much more handsome than his 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. Such as fake replacement. The most powerful dark wizard in the history of European magic, Voldemort. Fifty years later, his name cannot be mentioned.

Hoffa hated him.

No one likes a kid who dared to kill at the age of eleven, and did whatever he could for his own ends. And this child will never repent.

But Hoffa was an adult, and he didn't fear the other person. 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. He looked at the young Voldemort in front of him, and was full of emotion in his heart, just what kind of person he was willing to turn this handsome face into a snake face.

"Go away, Tom."

Hoffa said calmly, his momentum was not lost to the opponent at all.

Tom was taken aback, then his face suddenly paled, and a red light flashed in his eyes, looking like a hideous beast.

But then, something unexpected happened to Hoffa. He didn't rush over to beat himself or use magic, but he smiled and drew 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 kids 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 heroes. This kind of xinxing 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 team of Death Eaters.

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

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

After speaking, he even stretched out his left hand to Hoffa with a smile.

But Hoffa just sneered at the palm of his hand hanging in the air.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Tom Riddle's little face was filled with disgust.

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

Hoffa frowned, a strong wave of magic. Although he hasn't been exposed to magic yet, he can feel the terrifying talent of the opponent only by instinct.

Hoffa was pale, but he did not retreat. He was just an ordinary person in his previous life. But he is also an ordinary person with his own perseverance, let alone that this person is doomed to fail, even if he will succeed, Hoffa will never shake the opponent's hand.

The palm is retracted.

The light bulb on the ceiling returned to normal.

Mrs. Cole ran into the hall in a panic and calmed 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.

It was calm, but the killing intent was unabashedly naked.

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

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 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, with huge ambitions like him, and unabashedly opposed to the world.

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

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

Although Voldemort was destined to fail, he did not want to be a victim of the Wizarding War.

It's not the time when Harry was born, and no one's father was born yet. There is no way for him to use the protagonist's aura to follow behind the savior. Not to mention the historical trend, pick up and miss everywhere.

What philosopher’s stone, what secret room, what Azkaban’s prisoners, those things are half a century later...

My eyes are black now.

The road ahead is chaotic.