Tom Riddle did not come to trouble Hoffa. In fact, after receiving the invitation to Hogwarts, he behaved extremely low-key.

Hoffa will not foolishly go to the other party to cause trouble. All he has to do is eat, exercise, and become familiar with the environment.

A month later, Hoffa basically visited the area around the orphanage. He also figured out the approximate location of the Leaky Cauldron.

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

He wore a workman's hat and dirty socks on his Martin boots. He was dressed like a child laborer selling newspapers.

The streets of London in 1988 were not as prosperous as those of later generations. The roads here were paved with gray bricks and were full of potholes. Some classic cars with their roofs propped up drove by on the road, emitting black exhaust fumes. Their colors

It's monotonous, completely unlike the colorful cars of later generations.

Many hungry people were wandering around holding signs looking for work, and some decadent young people were smoking cigarettes on the street corners. This was a sequelae of the economic crisis in 1999. The decline of the empire on which the sun never sets began after the First World War.

No doubt about it.

At the corner of the street, Hoffa saw a group of workers holding pipes and glue and painting the wall. When he got closer, he saw that these people were pasting black and white posters of the British Royal Recruitment.

Seeing this poster, Hoffa felt a chill in his heart.

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

That's when World War II is about to begin!!

Hillet is still alive! A large number of demon king-level figures 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 a real group of demon kings! 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 started in 199, which is only one year from now.

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

He felt like crying without tears.

Damn it, what era is wrong to come to? Why do you have to come to this war-torn era!?

…

Toot toot!

The sound of the car horn brought Hoffa out of his lost state.

He turned around and saw an old-fashioned motorcycle driving over. The last time Hoffa saw this kind of motorcycle was in an anti-Japanese drama. It was the kind of motorcycle that one person drove and the other person sat in the carriage.

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

"Is it Hoffa Bach?"

Hoffa was stunned and looked at the two young soldiers in confusion, thinking that he didn't know these two guys. Could it be that his name was written on his face?

He nodded: "It's me."

Immediately, the soldier sitting on the truck took out a pile of bundled letters from behind his buttocks. He dipped his saliva into it, flipped through it, took out one and handed it to Hoffa.

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

After saying that, the soldier who was driving stepped on the pedal, and the motorcycle beeped away again.

Hoffa turned the letter over in surprise.

London

bonington market street

5 meters west of the Leaky Cauldron

second corner

Mr. Hoffa Bach received

Just like in the novel, the words are written in emerald green ink, without stamps, and feel as heavy as parchment in the hand.

Hoffa looked at the two soldiers who had disappeared long ago with his mouth wide open, and then turned over the letter. There was a wax seal on it, a shield emblem, and a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and

A snake.

Well, although after Dumbledore told him that day, he estimated that he would receive a letter, he never expected it to be under such circumstances.

He looked up at the sky, puzzled.

How do these guys position themselves so accurately?

Putting aside his doubts, Hoffa opened the letter with great excitement. He had fantasized about it countless times in his previous life, and today it actually became a reality. He couldn't be more excited.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Armando Dippet

(Vice President of the International Federation of Wizards, Royal Honorary Magician, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Bach:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment.

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

Vice-Chancellor

Sincerely, Adebe Gorshak

Hoffa turned over the paper and read it several times. There was no doubt that the letter was the same as the one in the novel, but it was completely different.

In this letter, he got three pieces of information. First, his principal was not Dumbledore, but a man named Armando Dippet. Second, the vice-principal was not Minerva McGonagall, but

It was a stranger named Adebe Gorshak. Third, the Muggle world was not completely separated from the wizarding world. At least within the royal family, some people knew about the existence of the wizarding world.

For example, the two soldiers just now are probably wizards. Otherwise, they would not have handed this strange letter to him so calmly. Of course, the possibility of being cast on them cannot be ruled out.

However, after seeing Principal Armando Dippet's title of Honorary Magician of the Empire, Hoffa felt that his previous speculation was more realistic.

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 high-level Muggles, it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic to completely conceal the existence of wizards.

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

This page seemed very ordinary. It only recorded some necessary textbooks and props for Hogwarts. It was similar to what I saw in my previous life.

But as soon as he read it through, Hoffa was very excited.

He remembered something very important.

That means he has no money...

Yes.

He is truly in a state of extreme poverty. He is completely penniless. He relies entirely on the orphanage for food.

He didn't have any property left to him by his dead parents, and he didn't know where to apply for the Hogwarts poverty fund. He didn't even have a relative like Uncle Vernon in this world.

He couldn't ask the people in the orphanage for money to attend Hogwarts. Those people were also poor people, and it was already difficult to support him at such a young age.

Standing on the streets of London in 1988, Hoffa was blown by the cold wind of reality and felt a chill on his body.

A penny can stump a heroic man. Even a time traveler feels extremely helpless at this moment.

"Is this the case, boss... giving hope and then destroying it?"

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

There was no way, he would definitely go to Hogwarts, it was his childhood dream in his previous life.

Even if he is begging for food and working! He still has to raise the tuition fee!

Gritting his teeth, Hoffa walked towards the Leaky Cauldron.

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

The only good news was that he already knew the exact location of the Leaky Cauldron on the envelope.

…

The Leaky Cauldron is now located in the middle of a suit shop and an umbrella shop. Muggles are walking around, turning a blind eye to it. Hoffa puts the map in his pocket and steps in.

This legendary bar is just as described in the book, dark and shabby, with a mixed bag of good and bad.

A drinking wizard, a smoking witch, and a few goblin-like creatures were 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 as hunchbacked and old. Although the Mediterranean on his head has shown his fate of having bad hair, at least he is not bald now.

On the walls 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 wore a wooden hairpin and smoked a pipe, looking like a charterer.

When she saw Hoffa, she spat out smoke fiercely: "What are you looking at, you little poor guy!?"

Hoffa frowned.

I can only see it underneath the oil painting.

The Leaky Cauldron --- founded by Daisy Doddridge
To be continued...