One day in 1940, Rubeus Hagrid, who was only eleven years old, saw a strange-looking guy.

It was raining heavily that day, and under the flash of lightning, a thin figure stood in the rain. He had gray hair, earrings, and wore a black retro leather jacket and black high-top leather boots.

However, the most eye-catching thing was his pair of pale golden pupils, shining in the dark night like an unquenchable flame. He stared at the other person for three seconds, and those eyes immediately stung him.

Then, the young man bent down and stretched out his hand, saying, "Hey, are you okay?"

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Rain dripped down from the old neon light tubes. In the damp and dirty alley, Hoffa stretched out his palm to the big man who fell on the ground with a surprisingly childish appearance.

He always felt that this person seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Rubeus Hagrid looked at the boy who was still twitching and foaming in the garbage pile nearby, and his head dropped even further.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head: "You are a wizard, right?"

"I'm not...I'm not..."

The big man covered his face in fear and backed away, but there was a wall behind him and there was no way he could retreat.

Hoffa felt a little headache. It was not easy for him to meet a person with magical fluctuations on his body. This guy looked like an autistic child.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the big man's shirt.

With a scream, Hoffa pulled him up forcefully. After pulling him up, Hoffa was stunned.

The other person was three heads taller than him, at least 1.9 meters tall, and as strong as an ox. However, this strong and scary guy was as frightened as an angry little wife, with blurred tears and sobbing loudly.

While crying, he took out a few crumpled bills from his trouser pocket and handed them to Hoffa.

"Give it to you...give it all to you...don't...don't hit me..."

Hoffa was stunned. Did the other party misunderstand something?

He let go.

"I want to ask..."

Before he finished speaking, the moment he let go, the tall, strange-looking boy threw the money and ran away, stumbling.

When turning at the entrance of the alley, he accidentally scared a stray dog ​​that was looking for food in the garbage dump. The stray dog ​​barked at him.

He was so frightened that he rolled on the spot, fell to the ground, and then got up using his hands and feet. In the blink of an eye, he ran away without a trace, leaving Hoffa standing there confused.

His eyes turned to the banknotes on the ground, and he bent down to pick them up. They were Muggle coins, totaling about twenty shillings.

Does this guy think of himself as a money grabber?

Hoffa tried to catch up, but found that the magic power fluctuated as thin as a gossamer, and the other party was suppressing his own magic power.

This made him hesitate.

Want to catch up?

After standing there and thinking for a moment, Hoffa decided to go back and get some information first. This guy was a bit weird. It wouldn't be too late to exchange money and ask for directions after he found out his identity.

But when he returned to the door of the small restaurant with twenty shillings, he found that Aglaia was no longer at the door. Through the glass, he saw Aglaia sitting in the restaurant at some point and eating.

Chew.

I saw her sitting at the dining table, holding a chicken wing in one hand and a spoon in the other, picking up the borscht on the plate, her mouth full of greasy food. There was a waiter serving her food next to her.

Hoffa held his forehead, this guy is really an animal that lives in the present. He will hit when he is unhappy, run away when he is tired, and eat when he is hungry.

He opened the shop door and sat across from Aglaia. Rain dripped from his hair, and Aglaia moved the plate, puffed out her cheeks and said, "Don't drop the water into my bowl."

Hoffa sneered: "I didn't get any Muggle money. After dinner, you wash the dishes in the restaurant and pay the bill."

Aglaia's eyes widened and she was stunned for a second, then at lightning speed she picked up a chicken wing and stuffed it into Hoffa's mouth, saying: "Now you eat it too, so you eat it with me."

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Hoffa…

Aglaia retracted her fingers, spread her hands with a greasy mouth, shook her silver head and said, "In the worst case, just pay gold galleons. Muggles can't even recognize gold coins."

"There are only three or four gold coins in total. If you pay one for every meal, how many meals can you eat?"

"We can eat more." Aglaia smiled.

"Okay."

Hoffa took out the strange boy's twenty shillings from his pocket: "After this meal, come with me to find my servant."

"Hey, didn't you get it in exchange?"

Aglaia looked at the banknotes stuck on the table and asked curiously, "Why is this Muggle money wet?"

"It's not in exchange."

Hoffa picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, "I snatched it."

"Ah! Just you!?"

Aglaia looked incredulous: "What happened to you this year? You beat up your boss and robbed money on the street. Are your hormones excessive?"

Hoffa rolled his eyes and did not answer. After simply eating a few pieces of bread to fill his stomach, he stood up and walked to the counter, intending to find out some information.

Behind the counter of the tavern, there was a boss who was cleaning wine glasses. He was fat, had a beard, and yawned. When he saw Hoffa coming, he seemed quite enthusiastic.

"Hello, do you want to pay?"

Hoffa nodded, settled the bill with wet banknotes, and asked: "Boss, do you know a place called Healzburg near here?"

"Healzburg?"

The tavern owner was stunned. He raised his head and thought for a long time.

"It's really strange. I have lived for more than 40 years and have never heard of this place."

You haven't heard of it... I think it's normal. These British wizards don't have many skills, but they are very good at concealing themselves and eliminating their presence. Muggles who come to Scotland will not know about places like Hogsmeade.

Hoffa then changed the question.

"Boss, do you have a tall, young, strange guy here?"

The fat boss who was cleaning the cups widened his eyes: "Are you talking about the stupid big guy from Hagrid's house in the suburbs?"

Hagrid...when those two words entered Hoffa's ears, it was like there was a bridge in his mind connecting the past and the future, reality and illusion.

"Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid?"

Hoffa asked again in disbelief.

"Yeah, Rubeus Hagrid, that's a fool."

The boss said casually.

"Like his father, Norbert Hagrid, they are both fools. Why, has he caused you trouble?"

Hoffa's head was still a bit confused.

Hagrid? That hybrid giant, a fan of magical beasts, and one of the most important supporting characters in the future Harry Potter era. How could he meet him so casually? The world is too small, no wonder the person who just met him

At that moment, I felt strangely familiar.

However, he seems to be somewhat different from the man in his impression. The Hagrid in his impression is not so timid.

Moreover, he was obviously a wizard, how could he be beaten by a few Muggle boys in a garbage dump?

He has only met a few characters from the original books since he came to this world, whether it was Dumbledore or Tom Riddle, they all behaved the same as in the original books. But why is Rubeus Hagrid different from what he knows?

Quite different from each other, he is neither brave nor good at words. He can even fall down when frightened by a dog.

Is this still the half-giant who keeps dragons in his house, spiders in the Forbidden Forest, and takes a big dog with him when he goes out?

Seeing that Hoffa was silent, the tavern owner said to himself: "The trouble is normal. Hagrid, that old drunkard, drank his brains out and never lived a normal day. I guess his son's brain was also inherited from him...

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Out of great curiosity, Hoffa pulled up a chair, sat opposite the tavern owner, and asked, "Where does he live?"

The tavern owner stared at Hoffa's strange eyes with some curiosity, but looking at Hoffa's retro leather jacket, he felt that he was not a child from an ordinary family, so he said.

"That father and son live in a dark house in the suburbs. I advise you not to go near there. That family is very evil, very evil..."

"Evil door?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Isn't he evil? Let me tell you, the child named Rube is only 11 years old this year and is taller than the tallest relative in my family. He must have eaten something abnormal."

"It's quite evil."

Hoffa echoed absentmindedly, this is indeed very strange for Muggles. But of course he knows why Hagrid is so tall. It is because he has a giant mother, and now 1.9 meters is still short for him.

Yes, when he grows up, he will be more than three meters tall.

"But you haven't told me where he lives," Hoffa repeated.

"Why do you care about this?" the tavern owner said, "You are a tender-skinned person. You look like a child of a respectable family. Don't delay your future because of curiosity."

Hoffa smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, just say it."
To be continued...