Chapter 253

After meeting with the former potion teacher, Hoffa got the information blockade he wanted. Although the blockade lasted only a week, it also relieved him.

As long as the information doesn't leak out at the first time, he still has time to crack mans's plot. Anyway, in order to find Chloe, he will catch that guy sooner or later.

Tom Riddell seems to have something to discuss with Slughorn. Hoffa didn't stay much. He got up to say goodbye to his former magic medicine tutor and walked out of the convalescent ward.

Time came to dawn, and the sky in the distance was white. At this time, a faint drowsiness came to my heart. It was a very subtle feeling, mixed with disgust, fatigue, and the effect of power decline, which made him want to go back to Slughorn's dark room.

What's the matter? Hoffa covered his eyes and looked at the distant sun. The dawn sun was like a screaming child, which made him hate. Moreover, the sun looked more dazzling than usual.

He couldn't keep his eyes open.

He felt more and more wrong, his vision became blurred, and his strength faded more and more quickly. He sat on the ground panting and pulled open his chest clothes. The scarred three rings on his chest now became extremely dim and faded.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew what had happened. After he was reborn in the blood pool, he had some vampire characteristics. He would become energetic at night, but he couldn't see the sun. Everything was the opposite.

"Damn it He made a fury. "It's so bad at night. It's useless!"

With Slughorn's help, the little excitement vanished. Originally, he thought that he got the power of the gods because of a blessing in disguise, but now it's incomplete.

If the strength of the night must be accompanied by the weakness of the day, he would rather choose the former balance.

As the sun gradually rose, he felt more and more sleepy. At three o'clock, he yawned and couldn't lift his head.

A house elf accidentally bumps into him, and the box on his head is scattered all over the ground. He repeatedly apologized, Hoffa helped him up, yawned and said: "hello... Can you... Can you... Can you prepare a room for me... I think... I want to sleep for a while..."

the elf immediately stood upright, "of course, sir."

Then, a group of house elves came out. They lined up with boxes and put them on the ground like building blocks. Soon a small room was built on the ground. There was a bed made of wooden boxes in that room. The house elves even spread soft quilts on the bed.

The new house smelled of sawdust, but Hoffa couldn't care. When he fell on the quilt, he couldn't open his eyes.

At this time, he hated mans so much that he turned himself into an image of no man and no ghost. Before he went to sleep, he was extremely reluctant to mutter: "you wait, I will kill you..."

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when he opened his eyes again, he was standing at King's Cross station in London, and he was 11 years old. At this time, the sky was full of noise It's raining heavily. And he is pushing a small cart, loaded with some luggage, pedestrians around are very fuzzy.

He didn't think about how he got here, and he couldn't remember. He only remembered that it was September 1st, the opening day of school, and that he had to go to Hogwarts to go to school through nine and a quarter of the station.

So he pushed the car forward, almost hit the wall, the car crash to the ground, he also fell. After getting up, I found that I ran into a girl.

This scene made him feel a little familiar, so he quickly went to help the girl. After helping the girl up, he found that she had Chloe's face and wine red hair.

"Are you... OK?" He stammered, feeling that something was wrong.

"Nothing."

The little girl's answer was as thin as a mosquito's voice. She nervously took measures and stood in the same place in her legs.

Hoffa bent down to help her pack, and she squatted down to help him. After that, they went through the stone wall of nine and three quarters of the station and got on the train to Hogwarts.

A month later, he was riding a rickety broom on the playground of Hogwarts castle, watching others fly skillfully in the sky, full of envy.

Time goes by, a few years later.

Also on the broomstick, he was waving a stick with high spirits. A ghost flying ball approached very fast, and he pulled it hard.

With a crisp stroke, the ghost flying ball circled a charming arc and fell into the far circle.

"250 to 90! This is a score that can't be rewritten even if you catch the snitch! Ravenclaw's legendary player Hoffa Bach once again put the team in a position close to the championship.... "

The announcer yelled wildly on the stage. Hoffa danced in the sky and looked around happily and proudly. In the crowd, he saw a red haired girl covering her mouth and looking at herself with tears in her eyes.Time flies.

This time, he was lying in front of the fireplace in the warm living room, holding a bottle in one hand, his left leg straight, and his leg was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"I think it's time to be realistic."

The young lady with red hair knelt down on the other end of the tea table and changed the medicine for his injured leg. She said uneasily, "you can't play Quidditch like this all day long. One day something will happen..."

"what can you do?" Hoffa drank a mouthful of wine and said melancholy, "I don't want to work for those guys in gulinger and Ministry of magic."

"There's no way," said the young woman, holding his hand, "or I'll tell my family that they have a magic drugstore in Diagon Alley...

" that's enough! "

Hoffa thumped the table. "Can you stop talking to me about what I don't have? Do you think I'm dependent on your parents? "

Time flies.

A few years later, he sat at the front desk of the magic drugstore, wiping the crucible in the counter. A little boy stood in front of him: "Dad, this year's crucible, I want brass."

"Why, everyone else uses tin."

"Who told you that everyone else uses tin, Slytherin? Those guys have a copper hand."

"Then you can make money to buy it."

He angrily threw away the rag in his hand.

The child burst into tears.

Time flies again.

More than ten years later, he was sitting on the bed of San Mungo hospital. A doctor in a white coat looked at a long list: "in the middle stage of acne, fortunately, it was found in time. Otherwise, people would be gone. Do you want to treat it?"

"The cost of treatment is......"

"a thousand kingalons." After a pause, the doctor added, "every week."

Hoffa looked uneasily at the middle-aged red haired woman outside the door, and the tall young man standing beside her. For a moment, he felt extremely depressed.

Time flies again.

He was in a wheelchair, with a paper crown on his head and ribbons on his shoulders. In front stood a row of laughing men and women, some wearing pointed red hats, some holding spray guns, some cutting cakes on the table.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man holding a child raised a cup and said, "happy 70th birthday to the greatest father in the world."

"Happy Birthday ~"

everyone in front of us raised their glasses.

This scene reminds Hoffa in his wheelchair of something. It seems that many years ago, he had a dream in which many vampires raised their glasses to celebrate his father's birthday... The vague memory made him a little irritable. He felt that the older he was, the more useless his brain was.

"I have to go out and get some air," he said.

The middle-aged man in the crowd immediately put down his child to push his wheelchair, but he flatly refused.

A few minutes later, he pushed his wheelchair to roll on the side of the road. Looking at the young children who were passing by happily, he always felt that there was something missing in life. I've been muddling through my life, and it seems that what I get is not what I want.

Drop!!

The shrill whistle came from behind.

He turned his head and saw that the glare of the light flashed at a very fast speed. It was a young motorcyclist on a motorcycle who didn't have time to stop when he turned the corner.

"I..."

bang!

A scold card in the throat, dodge less than he was directly hit by a motorcycle fly.

With a click of the spine, the wheels of the wheelchair flew to the sky, and Hoffa's head and buttocks made a close contact, and the moment was dark.

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"Falk!"

He suddenly woke up from his sleep. In front of him was a dark room and a yellow oil lamp. In the room built by the house elves, the strange smell of new wood was still there.

However, Hoffa felt as if a century had passed. The pain of loss and the feeling of seclusion were so strong that he could hardly distinguish between dream and reality. Knowing what happened, he jumped out of bed, took out the glass ball from his waist, and stared at the monster inside.

"You did it?"

The monster in the glass ball has now woken up, it is constantly hovering and flashing in the ball, looking very happy, "I said, you spend the night after that, either in sucking blood, or in nightmares, you choose nightmares."

"It's daylight!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and held the glass ball. In a short day's sleep, he actually lived a whole life again, and he was very weak and depressed. In the end, he was killed by a motorcycle. It's really funny.

"For you, it's night. You're blessed by the night God, but you're also cursed by the day. Day and night are reversed for you."Hoffa looked out. It was dark now, but in his eyes, the black night was as clear as the day.

"I don't have to have a nightmare every day, do I?"

"As long as you sleep." The little monster answered immediately.

Hoffa bent down, picked up a piece of wood from the ground, pointed to the glass ball, and his hands were shaking. "Why?"

"Every time someone gets emotional swings in a nightmare, my strength increases by one point."

"And I'm not your believer!"

Hoffa wanted to smash, but the little monster didn't mean to be afraid. "If I didn't hide in my nightmare world, with your strength, sooner or later, I would be burned to ashes by the sun." It turns around in the glass ball. "Just because I have a dream, will it crush me?"

"But you must not pry into my heart!" He said angrily.

"Nothing unusual. With all due respect, it's a pretty boring nightmare. "

"You....

Hoffa wanted to kill it with a stick, but he thought that the stick could not kill a God. Moreover, he thought that what the other party said was very reasonable. It was really a boring nightmare, but it was so boring that it was even more terrible.

"Damn..." he threw away the board and the glass ball on the bed.

On the box beside the bed, there was a glass of ice water from a house elf. He looked up and drank it. Slowly, he calmed down from the palpitations of nightmares.

After calming down, he opened his chest clothes, pointed to the ferocious scar and said, "I can't recover. In the future, I can only wake up in the daytime like a vampire?"

"Nothing can't be changed. You are still very young. There is still a lot to go." Said the little monster.

Hoffa felt a little better. He buttoned up his clothes:

"the night God saved me, but it's you who get the benefit. Even if I come to see you, you are too rogue."

"I can answer your question, if you have one."

The little monster said calmly, "believe me, I've seen the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, and I know the endless mystery. It's very worthwhile to exchange nightmares for my company every night."

"The last time I asked you how to beat Mans, you didn't answer. Now we have to talk big. "

"That's because you already know the answer." Said the little monster.

"I know? How do I know! " Hoffa did not understand: "to know the answer, I was stabbed in the heart by him"

suddenly, he did not speak. Lost in thought.

He thought that in the last nightmare, the man named Aldo had reminded himself that mans was very terrible, but he didn't pay enough attention to his words, resulting in a very heavy price, and even almost lost his life.

However, before he died, Aldo told himself that if he was not his opponent, he could try black mistletoe.

"Black mistletoe... What is it?"