At night, after Indra left, Hoffa did not return to the orphanage. Instead, he rented a small bedroom in the Leaky Cauldron and ate some wizard barbecue and fresh fruit for dinner.

He had 100 galleons, and after spending money on wands and books, he still had more than 70 galleons. For an 11-year-old child, he was already rich enough.

Of course it's only temporary.

He will stay at Hogwarts for 7 years, and this little money alone is totally not enough.

However, Hoffa's creed is to figure out how to deal with the future and live a good life in the present.

When he was busy during the day, he didn't feel anything. After he calmed down at night, he couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. He kept taking out the new wand and looking at it over and over. He carefully felt the magic power in his body.

The feeling of flow.

In the middle of the night, he couldn't hold it in any longer and took out the Charms book.

He tried a few simple spells and this magical wand did not disappoint him.

The half-finished wand Ollivander said was not in very good working condition.

The floating spell that had troubled Ron and Harry for a while was thoroughly studied by Hoffa in almost the blink of an eye.

He sat on the bed, pointed his wand at the pillow, and recited a spell.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The pillows were flying around on the bed.

After playing for a while, Hoffa was worried that people from the Ministry of Magic would come to trouble him because he was casting spells outside the school. So he spent the whole night in anxiety and excitement.

However, it turns out that he thought too much and no one came to him at all.

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A few days before the start of school, Hoffa exchanged a few gold galleons for a few pounds, and bought himself some civilian clothes in London, some pairs of jeans and white shirts. His previous clothes were a bit too worn.

Then, he bought some fruit and a few bottles of gin, and went back to give them to Mrs. Cole as a parting gift. Although his soul was not the previous Hoffa, his body had been taken care of by others for a long time.

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For the rest of the time, he stayed in Diagon Alley, hoping to complete 100% of the system's exploration mission and obtain the so-called [Great God's Knowledge]

But unfortunately, because he is too young, he cannot enter Knockturn Alley and several other dangerous black magic shops, so his exploration level can only stay at 60%.

This made Hoffa feel quite regretful. Only now did he realize the benefits of Harry Potter's invisibility cloak. If he could become invisible, he could go anywhere in the world. These exploration missions would be easy to come by.

It's a pity that even Harry Potter's father has not been born yet, so who knows where the invisibility cloak is.

Hoffa also wanted to try the Disillusionment Charm with his new wand, but that spell did not exist in the school's elementary spell book. Hoffa read all the spell books and found that the spells in them were huge.

Some of them are life-type spells, and there are no more advanced spells at all.

Maybe he can find out how to learn about the Disillusionment Curse in the school library. Hoffa comforted himself in this way.

As for the earrings that Indor gave him, Hoffa studied them for several days without finding out what was special about them.

And what's even worse is that he can't take off the earrings. It's as if the earrings are on his ears. Hoffa can only pray that Hogwarts is not a middle school in his previous life and allows students to have a little bit of their own personality.

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If I had worn an earring to school in my previous life, I would have been kicked out by the teacher on the first day of school.

Time flies in Diagon Alley, and soon it will be time to go to school on September 1st.

On this day, he woke up very early, almost before dawn. He was afraid that he would miss the bus due to being unexpectedly late.

Hoffa didn't have many things. He didn't push a cart. He spent pounds to buy a canvas bag and a suitcase, put clothes and books in the bag, and put a folding crucible in the suitcase.

Fortunately, he got up early. It was raining heavily today, and Hoffa unfortunately encountered a traffic jam in London's morning rush hour on the way. He crossed several roads in a row before arriving at the subway station.

Fortunately, London already has a subway in this world. Although it is not as developed as later generations, it still leads directly to King's Cross Station.

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The London subway in 1988 was not as prosperous and efficient as Beijing and Shanghai in later generations, and the speed was not fast. There were also some knitted cushions in the subway that exuded the pungent smell of cat feces.

Some soldiers wearing green metal helmets and carrying rifles stood swaying in the subway car.

They gathered together, chatting and laughing with each other, and some looked around curiously.

They all looked young. They were probably soldiers recently recruited by the British royal family, preparing to report somewhere.

Hoffa was looking at these soldiers in the corner with his bag on his back, filled with emotion. By the time this time comes a few years later, he is afraid that most of the soldiers he sees now will no longer be there.

Sometimes knowing the future is not an easy thing.

Especially in this turbulent era.

King's Cross Station is located in the King's Cross area of ​​central London, on the Camden side of the border between Camden and Islington.

When Hoffa walked out of the subway station, there were already many people here. Most of them were dressed as Muggles. There were also wizards who were not familiar with Muggle customs and dressed in nondescript ways.

Hoffa saw a few big guys dressed in women's clothing standing next to the station, picking their noses and chatting.

Hoffa knew the method and naturally did not need to ask people on the roadside like Harry Potter. After he found the 9th and 10th stations, he even adjusted his backpack and rushed towards the stone wall in the middle.

While rushing, he closed his eyes.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

Then.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

Hoffa, who was charging wildly with his eyes closed, hit a soft object.

Then there was a flurry of tinkling bells.

Hoffa was caught off guard and fell to the ground, rolling twice in a row.

Damn it, what kind of international joke are you kidding?

That was Hoffa's first thought.

I don't want to hit my head to death!

He got up in an extremely embarrassed manner, raised his head and looked at the thing he hit.

It turned out that he didn't hit the wall, but a silver-haired girl. The girl pushed the cart and suddenly stood in the middle of the wall between stations 9 and 10.

He almost fell into her arms, knocking the luggage on her cart to the floor.

Hoffa just wanted to scold her in his heart. Why was this girl lying in the middle of the road if she wanted to die? And she was obviously not a Muggle, because there was also a white owl flapping in the cage when it hit the ground.

Others go in vertically, do you want to go in horizontally?

Feeling annoyed, Hoffa hurried forward, pulled the girl up, and then quickly started to help her pack her things.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Hoffa asked without raising his head while cleaning up.

After the silver-haired girl stood up, she crossed her arms and watched Hoffa help her pack her things. She didn't mean to help her at all.

There is only silence in the air.

Hoffa finished cleaning up halfway, but he felt something was wrong. I did bump into you, but you don't have to stay silent. Will you die if you help me?

He raised his head and looked at the girl carefully.

At first glance, he was amazed.

What a beautiful little girl. She has fair skin, an oval face, silver hair hanging on her shoulders, wearing a simple white dress, and a pair of big blue eyes staring at herself without blinking. She looks like a ghost.

After being stunned for less than a second, Hoffa was angered.

The girl said: "Clean it up, why don't you move?"

Her ghostly blue eyes were filled with pride and dissatisfaction.

Hoffa's face darkened. Although he had a good temper, it did not mean that he was willing to be treated like a house elf. Besides, it was obviously her fault.

"Why are you standing here?" Hoffa stood up and asked coldly.

"I'm looking for platform 9?, do you know where it is?" the girl asked indifferently.

Ha, it turns out that he is a new student like himself, and Qiu doesn't understand yet yet he is so crazy.

Hoffa looked at the other party's ignorant but arrogant look, and deliberately teased her.

He pointed behind the girl and said, "Look, isn't that the platform?"

The girl turned her head away.

Hoffa took advantage of this opportunity and without hesitation, dived into the wall and disappeared in front of the girl.

The girl looked back, frowned and said, "Where is it?"

No one answered.

The girl quickly turned her head again.

There was nothing in front of him, except for half-packed luggage, an owl squeaking in a cage, and the boy just now.

The girl's face darkened.
To be continued...