Chapter 111

A group of Slytherin clattered out of the door, leaving only Hoffa and Riedel in the ward.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a bit treacherous and dignified.

Riedel's arm was wrapped with a transparent infusion tube, and his waist was wrapped with a thick bandage. He glanced at Hoffa, then straightened up and pulled down his infusion tube.

"I hate being sick."

He seems to have said something to himself.

Hoffa didn't speak. The corner of his eye turned to the bedside table, where there were pots of flowers, a water cup, and Tom Riddell's yew wand.

After asking for the infusion tube, the black haired boy slowly straightened up from the hospital bed. He stood up in his blue and white striped shirt and slippers. Go over to Hoffa.

Tom Riddle's pupil color is completely black, his hair is also completely black, with his pale complexion, there is a kind of strange beauty at the moment.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that he was more Asian than himself, though he knew that he had no Asian blood.

They looked at each other for a while, and Tom Riddle suddenly gave a charming smile.

"How long have we not been alone? Ever since we came back from the cave. "

Hoffa said calmly, "you don't need to remind me. I didn't forget."

"Are you here to kill me?"

He cocked his head and interrupted Hoffa: "before I regain my strength."

Hoffa shook his head and laughed. "Here, at school?"

Tom Riddle said, "we are witches. If we can't do such a small thing, what can we do with magic?"

Hoffa, with a restrained smile and Tom Riddle's gaze, walked carelessly to his bedside table, grabbed the yew wand and looked at it in the sun for a while.

"No, I don't think I'll kill you."

He said quietly.

"For what?" Tom Riddle's smiling face suddenly became fierce.

"To prove that you are different from me? Or to prove that you are a noble man. "

Hoffa didn't speak. He put down his wand with a blank face.

Riedel lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his eyes hanging. His voice was as low as a snake.

"You know what? It makes me sick to look at you. Do you think I'll be grateful to you for saving me that night? Well

His expression became more and more disgusting.

Hoffa calmly picked up the kettle and filled his glass with water.

"There are so many different people in the world, Tom, and so many different choices."

"Hum hum ha ha."

Tom Riddle sneered. "How dare you come and preach to me?"

Hoffa came up to Riedel with a glass. "Drink more hot water."

"You

Riedel put up a finger, and his chest heaved violently in front of Hoffa's nose. His eyes glowed red, and his delicate face became very rough, like a beast. This second, he did not hide his intention to kill Hoffa.

He was so angry that he didn't even notice the wound on his chest.

Hoffa was just holding the cup.

After about seven seconds of confrontation, he finally calmed down his intention to kill himself, laughed out of breath, and sneered:

"OK, OK, we'll see, Hoffa Bach."

He snatched the water cup from the front, and the back of his hand was blue.

"I have to admit that my judgment in the orphanage is a little biased. You are different from me, you are more stupid."

With that, he drank the water in the cup, and then crushed the cup.

He drips water from the corners of his mouth and sits on the bed with blood dripping from his palms. He says coldly, "why do you come to me?"

Hoffa, with his pocket in his hand, sat on the bed opposite him.

"I want to know what your attacker looked like that night."

"It's about you? A meddlesome fool? " Tom Riddle said harshly.

"That's not how you talk outside, Tom."

Hoffa pointed to the outside, calmly.

"I Pooh."

Ryder wiped the corner of his mouth and spat blood sputum. He didn't know what he was disdaining for.

Then, with a ferocious look, he said, "a tall man with red eyes, a suit and a crown."

"Half king."

"Yes, it's the half man king in the newspaper. That fool who makes trouble everywhere for fear of chaos. Half man, hum, stupid nickname, stupid dress, stupid behavior. "

"Why did he shoot you?"

"Why? Need a reason? He saw me, I saw him

"Who did it first?"

"Me, of course." Riedel sneered. "You think the whole world is as stupid as you when you see that kind of people don't do it?"

"But he wasn't hurt.""Yes, I used the chain curse, the cutting curse, the freezing curse, but he didn't get hurt at all. Even my curse hit him like it hit a wood."

Hoffa didn't speak. When he thought of Barcelona, he ignored the scene of osivia's heart drilling mantra.

Tom looked at the ceiling, grinned and lowered his head.

"At that moment, I knew that I was not facing a person at all."

"Not Muggles."

"Muggle, ha, can Muggle do this? Are you kidding? My curse is irresistible. It directly affects the soul. Anyone who is cursed by me will fall down. "

Riedel stares into Hoffa's eyes as if threatening: "but he's not. All the spells mean nothing to him. I don't think he's human at all."

"And then he shot?"

"That's right, but he said a word before he shot, and he talked to me."

"What are you talking about?"

"He said," run away, Slytherin's son. "

Then he said, "he shot, deliberately missed the heart."

Riedel pointed to the bleeding wound in his chest.

"On purpose?"

Hoffa frowned.

"That's right."

Tom's arms trembled and his face was almost crazy. "He has no intention to kill, no soul, nothing. He is just doing something, just like playing."

After he finished, he was a little short of breath, and then coughed violently.

He blew his nose, and bits and pieces of blood rolled out of his nose with his cough.

He still glanced warily at Hoffa, as if afraid that Hoffa would suddenly take out a knife and poke it into his stomach.

But Hoffa just frowned at each other and knew he couldn't ask.

"Well, you can rest."

With that, he got up and walked out calmly.

At the gate, the two stone arms blocking the gate retracted to the ground with the arrival of Hoffa.

Just as Hoffa was about to open the door and leave, he was suddenly alerted by the crisis behind him.

He didn't want to turn wand into shield.

More than a dozen dangerous ice cones were blocked by hoffag and fell to the ground jingling.

Putting down his shield, Riedel stood in place with a yew wand and sneered, "still can't put out a shield curse, Bach."

Hoffa didn't speak. The shield became a sharp blade in his hand. He pointed the blade at Riedel and strode out of the door.

Bang!

When the gate closes.

Riedel kicked open the opposite bed.

Hoffa walked out of the room without strabismus. He waved his finger.

Outside the door, the two female nurses who were stuck in the wall and covered their mouths were released instantly and fell to the ground.

The paramedics next to him gathered around and handed the paper towels to the two frightened nurses.

"Who is that?" The nurse asked in horror, pointing to Hoffa's back.

"A sophomore seems to be a teaching assistant in deformation class." One of the nurses answered.

"Second grade teaching assistant again." The female nurse looked at the ward in horror.

"Are all the students in this class so terrible?"