Chapter 252

If you want to leave the dungeon, you have to go to the exits at the top of those buildings and leave the false sky made of magic.

At this moment, the originally disorderly underground city has been completely controlled by the wizard. Some low-level blood slaves addicted to blood are bound by the wizard with ropes and transported to the exit in strings.

After reaching an agreement with Hoffa, Tom didn't care whether Hoffa's phantom would move. He disappeared in the same place with a stream of black smoke.

If it is in the past, Hoffa may be confused and don't even know where this guy has gone.

But now his eyes just like the perspective hanging, accurately located to the exit of the underground city hundreds of meters away.

He plans to become a Thunderbird to fly up, but his foot just a force, accompanied by a breeze. He directly disappeared in the same place. When he reacted, he found that he jumped directly from the ground to the top of the church. The span was at least 50 meters. He couldn't believe the speed.

He felt the ferocious three ring scar on his chest in some confusion. He didn't pay attention at first, but now he found that his body seemed to have infinite vitality in the night. It's not magic power, it's pure physical power.

In order to test it, he bent down, looked at the sky at the top, and made his legs work.

Boom!!

There was a hole in the top of the building.

When he saw his position again, he was already at the exit.

Tom Riddle looked at Hoffa, who suddenly appeared beside him. He frowned and asked, "why don't you have magic waves in your phantom shift?"

"I..." Huo FA turned his eyes and said with a smile, "do you understand energy conservation and environmental protection?"

"Sick."

Tom Riddle made a brief judgment and turned away.

"Where do you want to go after that, and continue the phantom shift?" Hoffa followed him.

"No, Muggles and witches in Germany have secret cooperation. They will bombard all the places where magic wave occurs. I don't want to get a gun when I move to my destination."

"So you were not a phantom just now?"

"Bournemouth has been put under the concealment curse by the Ministry of magic. The Germans can't detect it here, but if you go outside, you'd better be a man with your tail between your legs." Then he laughed: "I don't know. How did you live here?"

Hoffa didn't answer. He remembered that the first woman in the Ministry of magic had mentioned it when she asked for her to send Chloe. However, it was a long time ago.

Tom took Hoffa outside the abandoned station. He looked up and whistled. Several black hairless beasts circled and fell from the sky quietly. They are skinny and have wings on their back, just like a hungry black horse with wings.

It's Vernon.

A magical creature that can only be seen by the naked eye after seeing death.

Tom jumped on a Vernon, which lifted its front hooves and flew straight up. Hoffa also climbed up a Vernon and followed him.

The black creature looks really cool, but it's like riding on rows of raised steel nails. If it's not in Rome, Hoffa would rather fly behind Riedel.

"Who are those people?" After riding the Vernon, Hoffa asked Tom, "those guys with chains on their backs."

"The white Wizard of the church."

Tom's short answer.

"The church? When did Hogwarts and the Muggle church work together? "

"How do I know? Don't ask me. In a word, just remember that they are a group of bigoted, stubborn and indomitable ascetics." Tom said impatiently as he was on his way. His attitude was very bad.

Hoffa: "after a while, he asked curiously," why is there no one from the Ministry of magic coming? "

"Ministry of magic? Ha ha ha... "

Tom laughed, and after laughing, he looked at Hoffa sarcastically," since your father-in-law came to power, the whole Ministry of magic has become a concentration camp where people wait to die. God knows what they are doing day by day. "

Then he tilted his eyes and sneered: "why, you are still concerned. Do you want to join the pure blood family and change your surname? Oh, sorry, that little girl is dead. What's her name..."

"I don't want to talk about this, Tom."

Hoffa said calmly, without any expression.

"I don't understand why you came back. Isn't the outside world more wonderful than a little Hogwarts?"

Tom didn't mean to shut up at all. This guy probably pretended to be a student in the school and repressed for a long time. When he was in front of himself, his cruel nature was exposed wantonly. "Hey, I ask you, did you make a lot of money selling weapons outside?"

"You killed your father."

Hoffa interrupted him without expression.

Tom's face immediately became as ugly as eating excrement, and they didn't talk any more. Vernon rides the updraft of the night, all the way up.It was close to three o'clock in the morning. They went through the thin air and came to an altitude of at least five thousand meters above the ground. This is the world of clouds. Clouds of various shapes are towering like mountains in the night, which is very dangerous.

Flying here, the Vernon doesn't move. From their thick nostrils they puffed out white clouds, and their huge chests heaved like bellows.

Hoffa looked at Tom and wanted to know what he meant by bringing himself here. But Tom pushed away the Vernon and climbed down thousands of meters above the ground. He stepped on a thin cloud. The cloud just swayed up and down, and then firmly supported him.

"Come on, don't go beyond the clouds." He suddenly showed his chagrin, "Damn, why should I remind a birdman."

Hoffa rolled his eyes, pushed the Vernon away and stepped on the cloud. The touch of the sole of the foot is as soft as cotton, as if it would be trampled through in the next second, and let itself fall. But it didn't wear it. After a little flick, it lifted him up.

Tom went all the way into the mountains of clouds. Outside was a dark cloud, inside was a brightly lit building.

A closer look shows that most of them are made up of various kinds of wooden boxes. The wooden boxes piled together to form corridors and buildings.

Many students in Slytherin green robes come and go here, some carrying supplies, some feeding Vernon, some waving magic wands to practice magic.

At the foot of Hoffa, there are some house elves carrying big boxes, skillfully shuttling through the crowd, stacking the boxes together neatly, forming a new corridor.

Their actions remind people of ants. At first glance, the fortress in the cloud looks like a giant ant nest floating in the air.

Even though he was worried about Chloe's safety and his own fate, he was still surprised by the landscape in front of him.

Maybe that's the inside story of Hogwarts, Hoffa thought. This air fortress can take the wizard to the place they want to go without being discovered by other hostile wizards or Muggles.

After entering the cloud base, Tom's venomous and cruel face disappeared without a trace. He said hello to the surrounding students with a smile. Even if the elf accidentally touched him with a box, he would smile and say it's OK.

And Huo's law pulled up the hood of the dead man's clothes from behind and put it on his head. For various reasons, he does not want to be recognized by the people in the school for the time being, which makes him feel like going back to the past. He just does not want to go back to the past, let alone recall the past.

Not far away, he saw a group of house elves on the shoulders of things from the wooden box into a steel bar, they ran in a string, orderly will form a cage of steel bars.

Further on, all kinds of creatures are locked in iron cages, or roaring, or whimpering.

Among them, he saw ghouls crawling on the ground, werewolves whining and clutching the railings, green Dillo creeping like jelly, and Mermaid crashing into the glass in the water tank. It has sharp teeth and porous gills. Every time it hits, it will be stabbed by the blue magic spell on the glass and bounce back, but it won't give up, hitting again and again.

These cages are covered with dangerous charms, which seal these abnormal creatures tightly. When he goes to the front cage, he also sees a familiar guy.

The female vampire named jilia, No. 19, caught by herself and Ryan, was also locked in a cage, her face was haggard and pale, her hair was withered and yellow, and she was still in the corner.

Aware of the two coming, she took a look at Hoffa and curled up on her knees.

Riedel looked at the cage in disgust. "These are monsters we have caught from all over the UK. If you want me to say, these things with no experimental value should be disposed of long ago. It's a waste of resources to lock them up here."

"Then why don't you deal with it?"

"Hogwarts isn't just a college. Your red beard Dean is very interested in these strange things."

His tone was mean and sarcastic, revealing deep disdain and arrogance.

Hoffa understood Riedel's disgust. Perhaps in his eyes, only the pure blood wizard could be regarded as a human being. As for Muggles or magical creatures, they were no different from two footed sheep or mules in his eyes.

"Where's Ryan?"

Seeing the vampire, Hoffa remembered his cheap friend and didn't come back after he went to deliver the letter.

"You mean that hutch patch?"

"Yes."

"It's locked up. I'm checking. I have something else to ask him." Tom Riddle, standing in front of the vampire's cage, said lightly.

The woman in the cage suddenly struggled and rushed to Tom, but she was electrified by an electric current at the moment when she was close to the steel bar, and her whole body trembled like chaff.

Tom looked at her with interest, then turned back and pressed Hoffa: "first, I don't care where you hear the previous rumors, but if you dare to say a word in front of Slughorn, I'll kill you, you know, I'll do what I say."Hoffa nodded, "if you can."

Tom swung his robe forward and pushed open the half open iron door at the end of the corridor. The room was full of smoke. In the smoke, Hoffa saw his former potion instructor, Horace Slughorn, lying on a reclining chair. He was as fat as ever, and his chest button seemed to be stretched by the fat of his belly. But he should be sick, with a transparent catheter in his arm, being infused. He looked at the ceiling, pale and listless. It's like a walrus that's depressed because of decadence.

Several young Slytherin girls are preparing some potions beside him. The hot gas is bubbling in the crucible, which is the source of the smoke around him.

"Professor, who do I see?"

Tom Riddell bent over on one knee at the edge of the deck chair, his expression becoming natural and elegant.

Slughorn turned his head sickly. When he saw the boy standing on his face, he was a little stunned. Then he sat up, grabbed a pair of glasses with his short and thick fingers, put them on his face, and looked at him in surprise.

"You!? Bach

He threw away his glasses. "How did you come back?"!? Come on, come on, let me see you. "

Hoffa's eyes are a little sour. The old guy was a bit snobbish when he was in school, but he was good to himself. Although he left school, it was no surprise that he hated the people in the school. In fact, he still missed the people and things in the school.

He came to the couch, smoke filled room, eyes are focused on him, Slughorn's eyes are bright, he restlessly wriggled buttocks to sit up from the couch, pale face because of excitement and return to blood. Looking at Hoffa is like looking at some rare treasure.

"Julie, Julie, where's my pipe?"

One side is stirring crucible, looks quite a bit beautiful senior Slytherin girl turned her head, coldly said: "you can't smoke yet, professor."

"Oh, damn, who are you looking at, Julie? Can't you make me happy at this time?"

Slytherin glanced at Hoffa, took out a dish of sugar from the drawer, put it between Hoffa and Slughorn, and said coldly, "use it slowly."

Slughorn smashed his mouth, leaned back on the couch like a frustrated ball, and said in despair: "get out, Julie, if you can, I really want to play an F in your final grade."

Slytherin gracefully took off her mask, packed her things, and bent down to kiss Tom Ryder on the face before going out. She was cold, gentle and enviable.

When there were only three people left in the room, Tom Riddle took a beautiful sepiolite pipe from his pocket and handed it to him with a smile.

"Don't talk to Julie, professor." He smiles naturally and funny.

Slughorn, with his eyes shining, took his pipe, pointed his short, thick finger at Tom Riddle, and said, "you, you, if every student in Slytherin were like you, I'd be more worried."

With that, he took a mouthful of smoke and exhaled a group of smoke, finally turning from the excitement. He leaned back on the chair and became the dean of Slytherin again,

"Tom, go and get two more chairs." Slughorn orders.

Tom Riddell's elegant swing of his wand turned into two soft cushioned sofas. He sat down with his fingers crossed and a big smile on his face. "I want to know that Bach is here. Maybe he will take over the task of searching Bournemouth. We have been good friends since we put on our crotch pants

Regardless of Riddell's bullshit, he came to the couch and held professor roudun's arm. "What's the matter, professor? Are you hurt? "

"Oh, damned gargoyle, last time I was in Birmingham, I was broken by a damned witch with a curse." He puffed out a puff of smoke and lifted his robe, revealing that there was a bandage under the robe and he was wrapped up in his tight thigh. "But the guy didn't get any good. I turned him into a frog and locked him in a bottle."

With that, he looked up and down at Hoffa with great momentum, "what have you been doing recently? There is not a letter. Albus often mentions you to me, and his tone is always full of remorse. "

"I run outside, usually contact private work, because the blockade is too strict, it is difficult for me to contact the school." Hoffa slightly apologetic, said: "this initiative to see the professor, I have very important information to tell you."

Looking at Hoffa's serious face, Slughorn couldn't help sitting up straight. Tom Riddle's smile faded and his eyes drooped.

Slughorn didn't mean to let Tom leave, Hoffa

he didn't mind that the future Dark Lord heard the absurd and treacherous story he met.

So, by the fireplace, he cut the story short and told Slughorn about it. He just changed the end of the story a little. He didn't say that mans had stabbed himself in the chest. He just said that he was knocked out by him. Save the back of their own experience in the blood pool.After that, there was silence in the room, and even the sound of smoking stopped. After a while, Slughorn spit out a ring of smoke.

Poof!

Tom burst out laughing and blew away the smoke ring:

"you mean, there is a Muggle officer who killed all the witches and vampires in Germany with poison, and that officer is also German?"

"That's right."

"No, it's ridiculous." Said Tom, shaking his head like a rattle.

"You treat us as fools, Bach. Please use snacks when you make up stories. Vampires are poisoned. How can this happen?"

Then he stood up and poured himself a cup of black tea: "no one will do anything to you, Bach. Those are all heinous sinners. Kill them. The Ministry of magic will probably give you a Merlin Knight Medal."

Hoffa didn't care about Tom. He just looked at the potion professor.

Slughorn's face was dignified. After thinking for a moment, he said slowly:

"it's not impossible. Vampires are not immortal. If the poison exceeds a certain dose, they will die. However, you said that the Muggle officer was stabbed in the chest by you with a knife, which makes me a little incomprehensible

"I don't understand either."

Hoffa lowered his head and touched the glass bottle at his waist with his palm. He didn't say anything about the ancient gods. He didn't want to be regarded as a madman, and that's not the purpose of his coming here. "Anyway, I don't want to be identified as the culprit of the murder at the bottom of the venue, I really don't. I'd like to ask Professor Slughorn to temporarily block information about this city. "

"That's why you came to see me."

Slughorn gave him a deep look. "Are you afraid of being watched by those German witches?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter to admit it, Hoffa. Have you considered the possibility? When you go back to school, we will protect you. No one can threaten you."

Slughorn twisted his stomach, his eyes shining: "if you don't like some of albus's strategies, it doesn't matter. I can use my relationship to transfer you to our college..."

"cough!"

Tom, who was drinking tea, turned green and coughed violently. Hoffa stood up and interrupted Slughorn.

"No, professor. I have a lot of other things to do. I have to be outside to finish them."

"What is more important than life."

Slughorn took a puff of smoke and said, "with all due respect, you are indeed a very good wizard. Maybe you are one of the best among all the students I have taught. But these days, even the most talented wizard is in danger of falling. You need to protect him, Hoffa."

"May I, professor?"

Hoffa didn't answer his question, just looked at him expectantly.

The fat Dean Slytherin leaned against the fire and looked at the gray haired boy in front of him. Realizing that he couldn't persuade him, he put down his pipe and gave a long sigh.

"Hard, Bach. If only a pile of corpses are found, but the real culprit is not identified, then the reporter of the Daily Prophet, the spokesman of the Ministry of magic and the public will not be satisfied. "

After a pause, he said: "ten thousand steps back, even if what you said is true, I'll help you put things down. But that officer, he doesn't have a long mouth. He can publicize everywhere that you killed him. This kind of thing, one pass ten, ten pass hundred, in the end is true or false, no one can tell

"Unless... I get him back." Hoffa said slowly.

"Get him back?"

Slughorn looked at him in surprise.

"Is it true what you said!? Is there really a man who has poisoned... Witches and vampires? "

"Yes, he's not a wizard. He can't move into the dungeon, but he can leave the dungeon. So, he must still be in the vampire's nest, just hiding. As long as I find him, it's all over. "

Hoffa spoke fast: "just give me a few days. Help me, professor."

"I'm afraid you don't want to find a Muggle to carry the pot for you."

Tom Riddell said coldly: "this kind of thing is very despicable."

"I will catch him alive in front of you, and then you will stab him in the chest with a knife, and you will know that what I said is true."

Looking at Hoffa's pledge, Slughorn slowly leaned back to his chair, felt his three chin and fell into thinking. After the smoke in the sepiolite pipe burned out, he finally raised his head:

"yes, I'll give you a week. Within a week, I won't tell anyone what happened in Bournemouth, but if I still can't find the murderer in a week Hand, at least I have to report this to the school. I can't say what the people at Hogwarts will decide. "