Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The waves of the Thames slapped on the rocks, rolling up layers of waves.

The sky was mottled in the gray fog of gloomy, and in the distance, the towering Big Ben stood in the thick industrial smoke, no different from fifty years later.

In 1938, the Wu's Orphanage in London.

This is a square, gloomy old-fashioned building.

The origin of the orphanage is untestable. Some people say that it is to help the children who died in the First World War. Some people say that this is the place where the Black Death prisoners were held in the medieval church. The divergent origins only show one thing.

It's broken here.

Close and numerous electric wires are entangled in the sky, and houses are stacked in a mess on the gray stone ground, without any sense of beauty at all.

A big iron gate completely isolates this place from the busy streets outside. The foul-smelling white smoke on the ground is permeated, and the rusty manhole cover is gurgling with water vapor, and even rainwater will be blocked in front of the sewer.

The room in the basement of the orphanage.

A little boy closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping.

He is only about eleven years old. He has short black hair, pale skin, and a half-blood-flavored face that is quite delicate, but his bruised forehead completely destroys his appearance.

He lay on the bed, twitching from time to time, as if suffering great pain.

Boom.

Outside the door, there was a polite knock on the door, and the boy did not wake up.

After a while.

dong dong dong! !

The knock on the door is louder.

...

Hoffa woke up from his nightmare, he suddenly got up and stroked his head and his crotch. He sighed in relief only after discovering that there were no missing parts.

I'm still alive.

twitched his nose, he smelled a sour, musty smell.

I was not in front of the scene of an explosion movie theater, but a dirty and gloomy room.

Hoffa looked at her palm in shock, pale and thin.

Suddenly, a sharp pain surged in the forehead. He rolled his eyes and fell straight down again, dimly, he seemed a little anxious to hear the knock on the door outside.

...

I don't know how long it took before Hoffa slowly eased from the pain.

There is a part of his mind that does not belong to him at all.

He is still called Hoffa, but he is no longer the Hoffa on Earth. The Hoffa on Earth is an ordinary high school student from Earth China, a lonely family member. No house, no car, no money, the only hobby is to save money to buy some books, watch movies or something.

But while watching an IMAX movie, the theater suddenly exploded, and he came to this ghost place.

Now his full name is Hoffa.Bach.

Is an ordinary orphan with a big head.

Some remaining memories told him that the previous owner of this body was tricked into going to a cave by the sea during a picnic organized by the orphanage, fell off the cliff, and fell into the cold water. He was dying after being taken back to the orphanage, which allowed Hoffa to enter.

Everything in this child's memory is the sewage-filled streets of London. Apart from this, he never went anywhere else. I don't know what the phone and computer are, and I don't know the internet. He has only seen Master cars with black smoke on the street, and black umbrellas that can be seen everywhere...

Hoffa thought hard, trying to find out from broken memories Some information conducive to survival.

Shaking his head, some scattered memory fragments surged up again.

The father of this life is a native Chinese, a Chinese who escaped the war and came to Europe, but died in a foreign land in the First World War.

The Bach surname behind his name is probably related to a foreign mother.

It's just that Hoffa doesn't have any memories of his mother at all.

...

"The orphan... actually passed through!"

Hoffa rubbed his head and exhaled a foul breath. He doesn't care about crossing, after all, he has nothing to worry about in the previous life, but this starting template is a little too inferior.

He took a closer look at his surroundings.

A dirty bed, a broken wooden table, and faded soldier posters on the wall.

There is also a British short blue cat hanging from the ceiling.

Yes, the cat hanged from the ceiling stiffly, miserably.

Hoffa's name came up with the cat's name.

Ado.

He is the best friend of his previous body owner.

An inexplicable irritation appeared in my heart, and Hoffa developed a feeling of extreme disgust. Who is it? To hang an innocent poor cat here, it is better to hang it in front of his master!

Before he had time to look up the culprit from his memory.

...

There was a light knock and the sound of keys opening the door.

Pattern!

Suddenly, the closed door bounced open, like someone kicked it hard.

Hoffa takes a step back in fright.

Two people stood outside the door, a man and a woman.

Women are very familiar to him. The moment Hoffa saw her, she recalled her identity from the memory.

It's Mrs. Cole.

The administrator of Wu's Orphanage, a skinny, always anxious woman.

And beside her stood an unexpected visitor.

This is a weird old gentleman, Hoffa can only think so. Because this person's dress is incompatible with the environment here. He has blue eyes and a long nose, which seems to be broken. He has a long auburn beard and long hair tied up neat and tidy, dressed in an elegant velvet suit, holding a cane and a top hat in his hand.

Hoffa had no doubt that the clothes were made on Savile Street, but it was not the attire of the old gentleman that surprised him.

But his beard and hair, he always thinks this man looks a little familiar.

"Tom, someone came to see you..."

Skinny Mrs. Cole said casually, but then, she jumped like a cat whose tail was stepped on. stand up.

"Wait a minute, why are you? Hoffa! Did he steal your room?"

Hoffa is still thinking about who the familiar old man in front of him is, to Mrs. Cole He didn't react for a long time.

The old man has entered the room, looked around, sighed in front of the hanged cat. He stood in front of Hoffa again, looking at Hoffa calmly with deep blue eyes under his long nose.

Then he stretched out his long fingers and gently stroked the bruise on Hoffa's skull.

"Poor child ....."

The wound on the forehead felt healed, and a flash of lightning flashed through Hoffa's mind, and he looked towards the room incredibly On the house number.

It says in crooked English:

[Tom .Marvolo .Riddle ]

Damn it! Ha... Harry Potter's World?

I am Voldemort! ?

Hoffa's brain was a little confused for a while, but soon he found that he was thinking too much.

He is Hoffa, and he just stayed in Voldemort's room. As for the reason, he knew from memory immediately.

This is an orphanage. In his previous life, he was a well-behaved child. He was very popular with the orphanage administrator. His room was on the first floor and could be exposed to sunlight. Tom's room is in the basement.

Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort coveted his room, so he tricked him into the cave, and after a threat to no avail, he pushed Hoffa down the cliff.

It is too late to express too much emotion about the tragic experience of his predecessor, world view, age, story... all kinds of complicated information flooded his brain, Hoffa's eyes widened.

The old man helped Hoffa heal the wound a little bit, so he turned and looked towards Mrs. Cole and sighed, "Take me to see Tom."

Mrs. Cole nodded, Ready to take him away.

The two walked to the door, and Hoffa finally reacted. He pointed to the back of the old man and almost blurted out.

"Deng... Deng... Dumbledore..."

The auburn bearded Dumbledore turned around in surprise, raised his head and wrinkled several times, with blue eyes. Also stared.

The air is a bit quiet.

Hoffa quickly covered her mouth, damn it! Be careful yourself still not enough. He didn't control his mouth in shock.

Be aware that the other party is the wizard of the world cream of the crop. There are a hundred ways to expose yourself to secrets. Veritaserum, heart-catching curse... Although he thought Dumbledore would probably disdain those methods, it's always right to be careful.

Should you be found in your body possession, what will Heaven knows this mysterious magic world do with you?

But Dumbledore didn't intend to let Hoffa go. He asked softly, "Have we seen it?"

Hoffa covered her mouth and turned her head into a rattle.

"Then how do you know my name?"

Speaking, Dumbledore took a step forward.

Hoffa took a step back.

Dumbledore was dumb, he turned his head politely and said to Mrs. Cole: "Wait a minute, I want to chat with this child alone."