Chapter 251

Tom Riddell was quite shocked. When he received the letter from the students of hechpatch, he didn't pay much attention to the task. After all, vampires were nothing to him.

However, the scene of this underground city is greatly unexpected. The most unexpected thing is the guy in front of him. He stares at the front of him. In this place full of corpses, he sees the opposite of his childhood orphanage, who is still naked.

Even the future Dark Lord can't bear this strange scene. When you think about it carefully, it seems that this guy can always do something beyond the scope of normal people's understanding. From grade one to grade three, it's like this. I didn't expect that after he came out, he didn't change at all. Instead, he let himself go even more.

Hoffa held the body, also shocked, looking at the guy in the dark green suit behind him, he subconsciously picked up a dead body to block in front of him.

That guy is as handsome as a model from an old fashion magazine, full of information that I am at the peak of my appearance.

Tom Riddell. Snake yard boss. He never thought that it was not Ryan who came back, but this guy. The "old friend" of his own orphanage, the future Dark Lord. This is the first time Hoffa has seen this guy since he was paralyzed by curse in his second grade.

He used to be a big trouble of his own. He killed his predecessor in the orphanage, and he had some kind of cooperative relationship with himself, when he was in the second grade.

However, after seeing too much about life and death, he has gradually forgotten the contradictions in the school, and occasionally thought of him, even missed him.

But now is not a good time to talk about the past. When I fell into the blood pool, my clothes were melted away by the blood pool. How shameful I look now, how shameful I am. Moreover, there are girls in the Slytherin crowd. They are covering their mouths with the expression of the behaving artist.

"Yo, Tom."

Hoffa hid behind the body, said hello and moved quietly to the corner.

"Freak."

Tom stares at him, squeezing a word out of his teeth. The back of his wand was blue. Even the veins in his forehead were bouncing, as if just seeing Hoffa raised his blood pressure.

"Why, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you're going to eat me." Hoffa hiding in the corner, changing the topic at the same time, began to pick in front of the unfortunate vampire's clothes.

Tom looked around. "So, have you killed all these vampires?"

"Don't say that. Do you think I'm one of those murderers? "

" don't think I don't know! " Tom sneered, "in the year of your disappearance, you sold alchemy weapons underground in France and secretly supported various armed forces. If you don't have blood on your hands, I won't believe it."

"You're quite well informed."

Hoffa put on his trousers and clothes. The original owner of the clothes was much bigger than him. The clothes were loose and half of his chest was exposed.

"What a big hand. Did you return to England just to kill these people?" Asked Tom.

"I'll... Forget it."

Looking at the group of Slytherin look scared, Hoffa is both funny and worried. He had no way to explain. Tom Riddell immediately decided that he had killed all the people present. He had no doubt. I'm afraid other Slytherin would think the same.

Now, although he survived, but also completely stepped into the trap that mans dug for himself. If this matter spreads, then oneself will definitely become the target of public criticism.

In this age of turmoil, the so-called "deeds" are almost a fatal threat to a lonely family.

Germany is still not in decline, the future of history is still shrouded in fog, and no one knows whether the world will evolve into a scene like the gaobaoqi people. If those Germans know the news, they will soon become the target of being assassinated and attacked. God knows if the next glass of water they drink will also be highly toxic.

We have to block the message.

Soon Hoffa set his most important goal. Block the news first, and then think about defeating mans and saving the nun.

"Did Professor Slughorn bring you here?"

He asked Tom Riddle.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Tom Riddle's wand, with a dangerous light brewing on its tip, looks ready to spell.

"Take me to see him. I have something important to tell him."

Hoffa ignores the killing intention hidden in Ryder's eyes. He is not the crazy Dark Lord in the future. He can't kill himself openly. If I can persuade the dean of Slytherin to help me block the news, then at least for a few years, my safety can be guaranteed, and I can continue my secret activities.

"Don't even think about it."

Tom Riddle refused.

"Why?"Hoffa was stunned.

"You leave school without saying a word, no one knows what happened to you, whether it's good or bad, which side you are on. In a word, I dare not take a murderous thug to see the dean. You must die. "

He held his head high and said solemnly.

"Murderous thug..."

Hoffa's eyes turned to his finger. On the ring finger of his right hand, he was wearing a black ring. There was a crack on the ring, but it didn't affect its antiquity and luxury.

Soul stone, the family heirloom of the mavoro family. One of the three sacred weapons of death, one of the future Horcruxes. So this guy has driven his own uncle crazy and killed his father's family?

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, Tom showed an enigmatic smile on his face. He opened his arm gracefully. "I don't know how you did it, but from the perspective of an old friend, I advise you to leave here immediately. Otherwise, when our follow-up reinforcements arrive, you are likely to be locked up by a group of terrible and wordy old men and interrogate them layer upon layer." He said, his eyes showed a trace of ferocious disgust, "those old guys like to torture people's moral nature most!"

"Tom." Hoffa sighed. "It's very complicated. It's not what you think. I need to see the Hogwarts teacher right away."

"So stubborn, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Tom turned to Slytherin behind him and said, "go, take pictures of everything around you, and then tell the people from the Perseus club to come." He said, "we have found the glory of Ravenclaw, Mr. Hoffa Bach."

Slytherin hears the command behind him, and someone's phantom disappears. Some people even took out the old-fashioned cameras with wooden frames and magnesium lamps from the traceless backpack. They scattered and took photos everywhere, just like war reporters. Tom Riddle, on the other hand, stayed where he was, looking cautiously at Hoffa.

"Don't you follow them?" Hoffa asked.

"I'm looking at you. I just won't leave. Now I don't want to leave."

"Will you bring me back to see Slughorn?"

"You don't want to meet anyone you know, Bach. Now Hogwarts is my place."

After only Hoffa and Tom were left, he no longer disguised himself. His delicate face became fanatical and rough. He walked two steps in the same place and turned to Hoffa. "You used to be lucky to have that little girl from the draesses to support you. Those teachers are protecting you, but now... Hum, friends are dead. Do you think someone will care about you, even the family No naked commander? "

Hoffa's face turned ugly.

Tom Riddle continued: "I know, Bach, you can't be on my side. Well, Ravenclaw's arrogance is sometimes more annoying than Gryffindor's mindlessness, so don't expect me to help you in any way

"Don't you talk about the conditions?" Hoffa asked softly.

"What kind of capital do you have now to negotiate with me? Just a minute ago, you didn't even have a piece of clothes, and you had to strip people to wear them."

Hoffa stepped forward.

Tom Riddle immediately stepped back. "Stop, stop, I warn you, don't try to do anything to me. This place is going to be surrounded by our people. You'd better not make yourself have no place in the world."

But Hoffa didn't do it. He went up to Tom Riddle, put it in his ear and whispered, "it's a beautiful ring. It took you a lot of effort to get it."

At the end of the speech, Riedel stepped back abruptly, looking at him with a look of the devil.

Hoffa shrugged: "it's really good that your crazy uncle doesn't kill him. Aren't you afraid that he will expose your affairs?"

Tom Riddle's face gradually changed from rebellious to dull, and then from dull to fierce gaze. He raised his wand until Hoffa. The clouds in the sky whirled and gathered in the magic of the tsunami, and green lightning flashed in between.

Hoffa didn't seem to see his threat. He continued to hold his arm: "if you want me to say, the Ryder family are not innocent, but they can't be killed..."

"shut up

Tom's chest went up and down, his blood pressure went up, and his veins in his brain leaped. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"My news is so closed. Tom, would you like me to tell you the location of the entrance to the chamber of secrets as well? Recently, you should have been looking for the treasure inherited by the great Salazar Slytherin."

"Shut up!"

Riedel's face became more ugly than those poisoned corpses on the ground. He rushed up recklessly, covered Hoffa's ears and looked around like a thief. "One more word?"

In the distance, several Slytherin, who took photos with a magnesium camera, looked at it curiously and seemed to wonder how the two people who were still at war just now stuck together.

Hoffa was covered with his mouth and could not answer. He could only pick his eyebrows to show respect.Crackle.

Crackle.

There was another sound of mirage. A large number of adult wizards appeared in the banquet square. Most of them were dressed like Muggles on the street. Some dressed like soldiers, some dressed like policemen, and some even dressed like Beatles. However, among them, there are also some old men who are oddly dressed. They are dressed in old white robes with crisscross chains on the back, and some of them are also wearing heavy shackles. At first glance, they look like old men.

After landing, the ordinary wizard exclaimed, "Merlin beard, what's going on here?"

Someone squatted down, with his hand to explore the body of the ground, issued a exclamation: "are dead, who did it."

"I think they're killing each other." Some people speculate.

...

the wizard in the shabby white robe didn't participate in their discussion. They turned to Tom Ryder for the first time.

"Riddell, you said you found Hoffa Bach of Ravenclaw." Asked one of the white robes.

Tom's angry and twisted face disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if all that had just happened was an illusion. He immediately put his arms around Hoffa's shoulder affectionately and kindly. That's it. "

Then he sighed and helped Hoffa trim his clothes: "you said you left school, and ran to such a dangerous place alone. Fortunately, I found you, or I would be annoyed all my life if I were caught by those vampires."

The tone, the air, as if Hoffa was his long lost brother.

Hoffa resisted the acid in his stomach and squeezed out a smile: "well, if brother Riddell hadn't come in time, I would have been sucked by these vampires."

After that, they looked at each other with a smile and tears in their eyes.

Several old men in white robes with chains frowned at the gesture. The first white robed wizard asked, "did you do it, Bach. I just heard Slytherin say that when they came here, you were the only one on the scene. "

Every wrinkle on the old man's face was engraved with the word "old-fashioned". Hoffa didn't know the origin of the man, so he immediately excused himself: "I...

but before he said anything, he heard Tom say indignantly," what do you say, Mr. Israel? Hoffa and I have known each other for more than ten years. He can't do such a thing. There must be something in it. "

Hoffa looked at Tom in surprise. He looked at his eyes like spring water in Scotland. If he was a woman, he would fall for it on the spot. But at the same time, he felt that Riedel was shaking slightly, pressing the palm of his shoulder.

He disdained and said to the white robed wizard, "yes, there is a deep secret here. I need to report to Professor Slughorn immediately."

"Can't you tell us?" The old man in white frowned.

"Sorry." Hoffa shook his head. "I just came back to England, and I still want to see my former mentor."

"Yes."

The old man in white was also happy. "Since it's you two, I won't say anything, Ryder. Remember to send him to the empty island safely, and let us have it here."

After that, he returned to the crowd and directed the Wizards in all kinds of Muggle clothes to move the bodies, mark and draw the cordon.

When the old men scattered, no one would pay attention to them. Tom pushed Hoffa away as if he had just touched a lump of dung instead of a shoulder. He wiped his palm on his waist and said in disgust that only they could hear: "these old people..."

Hoffa took his arm and sneered, "you really trust me. You're not afraid of me complaining at all."

"Who do you think will believe you?"

After wiping his palm, Tom gave him a fierce look: "I'll take you to see Slughorn, but I warn you, don't talk nonsense in front of him, otherwise, I want you to look good!"