Chapter 133

The Minister of magic stood at the door for a moment, then looked at Dumbledore as if he were exchanging ideas.

Then the Minister of magic with a bib came in first.

I don't know why, at this moment, Hoffa saw Dumbledore at the door of the ward give him a look of pleading, which made Hoffa difficult to understand.

The Minister of magic sat down first, then cocked his legs and crossed his fingers on the opposite bed, looking at Hoffa with a smile.

Somehow, his action always reminds Hoffa of his last visit to Riedel.

"Minister."

Hoffa nodded politely to him.

After all, he is the most powerful man in the whole British magic world. He doesn't want to lose his manners.

"How's your recovery?"

He asked with a smile.

Not bad. Hoffa smiles cautiously and politely.

"Thank you for your concern."

He smiles on the surface, but he doesn't know why the Minister of magic wants to see him. What medicine is sold in gourd?

"Oh, make yourself at home."

The Minister of magic waved his hand, put his hand into his chest, took out a ball of chocolate with flowers and handed it to Hoffa.

"I used to be a student of Ravenclaw, and I remember that my Dean at that time was professor ADBE."

"Ah, thank you."

Hoffa laughed and took the chocolate ball. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The Minister of magic looks nice, but Dumbledore's pleading eyes make him feel that things are not so simple.

"People at school have been talking about you recently," said Leonard Munn. "The editor in chief of the daily prophet came to me many times in the hope that the hero could be seen in the newspaper, but I was pushed down."

"Er..."

the minister straightened his collar, changed a more comfortable position and leaned on the chair.

"The editors were curious about how the big bang happened and how it was stopped by a magical student."

Then he pulled his finger in the sky, made a gesture to make the headlines, and said with a smile:

"I think as long as I let go a little, you will become a big star."

Hoffa felt something, so he whispered, "Mr. Minister, if you have anything to ask, just ask."

"Ah, it's a student of Ravenclaw. Chatting is comfortable." Leonard Spencer Munn nodded, sat up a little, and lowered his voice:

"well, I want to know more about the half man king. And his exact identity. "

When the Minister of magic said this, the whole popularity field suddenly became sharp. He looked at Hoffa without blinking, his fingers crossed his knees.

Hoffa was stunned and immediately understood the meaning of Dumbledore's pleading eyes.

The purpose of the elder Ravenclaw is not to visit his younger brother as an ordinary Ravenclaw.

This makes Hoffa's mouth a little bitter. How did Dumbledore send this hot potato to him. In other words, his lack of status and reputation can not prevent the minister from visiting.

If it had been a month ago, Hoffa would have been happy to bring the Demi king to justice and hand it over to Azkaban, to wesengamo or the Ministry of magic. He's also happy to find out who the Demi king is and ask others to help solve the problem.

But now, at this point.

How can he tell the true identity of sylby. Headmaster dipert was taken to Azkaban for three months because he was suspected to be a half man king. During these three months, the school was almost closed.

If we let the Minister of magic know Hogwarts's "I didn't beat him."

Said Hoffa.

"The public doesn't care. The public just needs positive energy. You're Ravenclaw. You should know that. "

Hoffa was silent.

After a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't know, minister. You can ask Dumbledore, he is a professor, he knows more than me....

"you know, don't you?"

The Minister of magic interrupted Hoffa. At this moment, his aura began to rise. "He was fighting with you until the moment before he disappeared."

Hoffa shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know. Why did he come to me?"

"Then why did he come to you?"

"Maybe... Maybe it's me."

Said Hoffa.

"He has something to do with this school, hasn't he?"

The Minister of magic said slightly sharply, "that day I saw that he intended to destroy this school with hatred. Tell me, why?"

Hoffa was silent for a long time and replied in a low voice, "I'm sorry, minister. I really don't know how to answer your question."The Minister of magic began to smile, which meant something inexplicable.

Then he straightened up and looked down at Hoffa: "conniving at criminals is not the embodiment of a good Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach. You are still very young. You should know your own way

Hoffa lowered his head and couldn't see his face.

The Minister of magic stood in the same place for a while, but Hoffa just lowered his head.

"Even if there's nothing?"

"Well." Hoffa lowered his head and didn't look at him.

Leonard Munn shook his head disappointedly, ready to turn and leave. At the moment when he turned around, he seemed to think of something again. He said faintly:

"Oh, yes. When dipert was in Azkaban, he asked me to give this to you. Although he came out, I think he should fulfill his promise by the way. "

With that, he pulled out a thin carton from his sleeve and threw it to Hoffa.

Then, without looking at him, he strode out of the door.

When he opened the door, Hoffa saw Dumbledore nodding to him, closed the door and left the ward with the Minister of magic.

I looked at the odd box in my hand.

Hoffa leaned tangled against the pillow, took a long breath, and shook his head.

Sylby was completely transformed into a sword of Damocles, hanging from the top. It's not only his terrifying strength, but also his extremely sensitive identity.

In this era of uncertainty, Hoffa really feels the difficulty of life. All kinds of choices are in front of him. Sometimes he knows it's a wrong decision, but he still makes it. The taste of it is not enough for external humanity.

After a little depressed for a while, Hoffa opened the small box given to him by the Minister of magic, which was actually a thin manual.

Open a look, the title page says.

[Francois LeBron. This book is a research note from 1879 to 1890. 】

Hoffa was stunned, Francois LeBron... Isn't this the maker of his own magic watch?

If you open it again, this parchment page is densely painted with many circuit diagrams, as well as some muscle anatomy diagrams and instructions.

Hoffa's pupil shrinks, which is the note of construction technology. Take notes on the construction technology of the half man king.

What does headmaster dipert mean?

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on the other side, by Black Lake Hogwarts.

A full moon rises slowly from the mountains of Scotland in the distance, and the breeze blows on the ground after the explosion. Even after such a crazy battle, the vegetation on the ground grows indomitably.

On the rocky beach by the lake, Tom Riddell was still in his wheelchair, looking at the moon in the distance, his eyes as dim as gray.

He's been sitting like this all day.

Even for a month.

Behind him stood a tall Slytherin girl with golden hair, blue eyes and a few small freckles on her white face.

Looking at Tom Riddle in a daze, she hesitated and whispered, "Tom, it's time for us to go back."

"Be quiet."

Tom Riddle said coldly, looking into the distance without blinking.

"It's getting late."

The girl bent down and said softly.

"Go back yourself first."

"Tom......"

Tom Riddell was still staring at the distance, his young and delicate face was unshakable, and he didn't seem to hear the people around him.

"Tom

"Don't call me Tom!"

Tom Riddle growled abruptly, his eyes glowing red and his face suddenly grim.

The girl was startled and unconsciously stepped back two steps.

Tom Riddell was surprised, and his nervousness was quickly reduced, and his facial features became soft and delicate again.

"I'm sorry, you go back first. I can do it myself. "

Slytherin looked at him in a dazed way, and forced a smile from the corner of her mouth: "OK... OK."

With that, she walked away silently. After watching her walk away, Tom Riddell in the wheelchair suddenly began to gasp and shudder.

A picture flashed into his brain.

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a man was flying in the sky, he growled, and countless towers collapsed with his anger.

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when the picture is cut off, he is excited and suddenly covers his head heavily. His fingers tremble like Parkinson's disease.

He was gnashing his teeth and sweating.

Memories flashed back and forth, and the images of that night were like mottled pieces of glass across his brain.The man walking in the lava.

Huge blood eye pattern on the ground.

The curse of blowing the tower in half.

The roar of the sky, the shield of the sky that day.

All of them stimulated his soul, and the mixed emotions made him suffer like a knife. It was not his emotion. It was like an invisible black line tied to his spirit, trying to pull him down. Fall, fall again.

Weak... Strength... Death...

strength...

he finally couldn't bear it. He rolled over from his wheelchair and fell to the ground. Trembling fingers cling to the grass on the ground. He gasped heavily, saliva dripping on the grass, forehead dead against the ground, clenching his fist.

Power!

Damn it!

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it seemed that he heard his call in the dark. There was a sound of water from the Black Lake in the distance. He saw a figure on the lake in the distance.

You can hear a little song in your ear.

The song was so ethereal, sweet, and had the power to reach his soul, which made him tremble.

He looked up and his spirit sank into the song.

He began to climb hard... Little by little, little by little.

The figure of Miaoman, who is lying on a raised reef in the lake, wearing a crown and singing to the moon, has a little sadness and nostalgia in her voice.

Aware of someone coming, she glanced faintly, then jumped into the Black Lake and disappeared without a trace.

The singing stopped suddenly.

Tom Riddell was lying on the floodplain for a long time before he regained his mind. He was excited and wanted to retreat from the pebble floodplain by the lake.

but in the process of retreating, he felt a strange thing, and the texture was strange. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a soaked page.

The pages of the book were soaked for a long time and experienced explosion. They were very scattered and almost broke up. But the ancient material is not paper, and the words on it are not faded at all.

Immortality. Split soul

immortality?

He opened the page, just looked at it a few times, then a shiver. The book fell back into the lake. He stepped back, his eyes wide open, and he could hardly breathe.

Paralyzed in the distance for a long time, he regained his consciousness, swallowed his saliva, and climbed back pale as paper.

He looked around like a marmot. He didn't see anyone. There was only the clatter of water on the Black Lake, and there was only a round moon in the sky.

He held out his hand, calmed down, and touched the book as if he were touching a goddess.

At random, he grabbed the book, and his face changed.

Finally, he took a deep breath and flipped the pages.

You can see all the ancient Dharma arrays and characters without any leakage.

Looking at him, there was a smile on his face. His eyes were red, his breath was heavier, the light on his face was more dazzling, and his chest fluctuated violently.

At last, he hugged the page of the book, fell down on the floodplain, looked up at the sky and burst into a silent laugh.