Chapter 291

"You... Who are you?"

Asked Pettigrew, slumping to the ground in a trembling voice.

Hoffa looked down at the first character he met in the original story 50 years later, feeling very fresh. He could see a bucktoothed dwarf covering his head and looking at himself with an incredible face.

Through the ancient window edge, the moonlight forms three light spots on Peter's face. His matte sparse hair is in a mess, and there is a big bald spot on the top. Looking crumpled and dirty, like a Catholic who hasn't bathed in decades.

"I'm looking for Tom Riddle. Is he home?"

Hoffa loosened naniji's tail, turned it over, and swished it up the dusty tiles.

"He... He..."

the short man choked out a smile that was uglier than crying, and sweat came out of his big fat nose.

"He... He... I don't know you... Who are you talking about... Sir..."

Hoffa squatted down, "Tom Marvolo Riedel, the greatest dark mage, Voldemort, mysterious man, don't you know?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I just pass by......"

Pettigrew crazily, making tracks on the dusty ground, but behind him is the corner, and he can't retreat.

"Lie, you know it."

Hoffa had a face.

At this time, the moonlight outside the house was covered by dark clouds, and the dwarf's face was hidden in the dark. At this time, he handed out his wand, which turned into a dagger in mid air.

"Go to hell!"

He roared wildly.

Jingle!

If the blade has hit something hard, it can't be stored. Hoffa helplessly grabbed his dagger, took it down and turned it into a magic wand again.

As the clouds cleared away, Peter Pettigrew looked into his strange golden eyes and let out a short shriek: "ah

With that scream, his body quickly shrunk, and soon, he became a little gray mouse, frantically running forward.

Dong!

He bumped into a high wall that suddenly appeared, and almost knocked himself into a daze.

When he was picked up again, his body twitched and twisted wildly. He changed from a little mouse to a human again.

This is a situation that Peter Pettigrew has never seen before. His proud metamorphosis skill was resolved quietly. The Young Bald palm locked himself like a pliers. Hell, in his eyes, is he just like that woven bag?

Hoffa stepped back and pressed Peter, the inverted dwarf, on the wall. Countless slender fingers appeared on the wall, which caught his body and made him unable to move.

"I'll find Tom and take me to his room." He said bitterly.

"Who are you... Who are you?"

I'm a friend of Tom's, I think so Hoffa said with a wry smile, "just do it."

"... you've found the wrong place... You've found the wrong place, here... Here, there's no... There's no Tom...

Peter the dwarf is hanging upside down on the wall, his eyes are spinning wildly, his face is red, and cold sweat drops from his chin to the ground.

"What are you afraid of?" Hoffa helpless, "I will not eat you, take me to see your master, Voldemort."

But his comfort didn't have any effect. Peter Pettigrew just shook his hair madly. Hoffa felt that he was exaggerating. Did he look so terrible? Why didn't everyone want to talk to him.

So he squatted down again, trying to persuade. But Peter Pettigrew to see him squat down. He was scared to cry. His nose and tears hung upside down from his forehead. He was not in a bad situation.

"Don't... don't... don't kill me. Sirius killed the Pitts. Barty crouch and Bellatrix did the lombartons. I didn't do anything. Don't look for me... Don't look for me."

Looking at the dwarf in front of him, he thought of something and rolled up his sleeve. He showed the black snake tattooed on his arm to Pettigrew,

"look, Peter, I'm not here to harm people."

Looking at the black snake on the other side's arm, Pettigrew's frightened face gradually turned into astonishment. He stared at the boy in front of him.

At the same time, there was a husky whisper in the air: "who is where?"

The voice was erratic and reverberated in the open and dilapidated hall. The tone is very strange, the words are bouncing like beads, mixed with the rustle of sliding.

Click.

Pettigrew fell off the wall."Are we guests, Wormtail? Bring him up to me."

Floating sound from far and near, such as a gust of wind from two people's ears, disappeared without a trace.

Pettigrew stands up, stares at Hoffa's arm, licks his lips, and still looks confused. He doesn't seem to understand why such a young guy has the sacred black mark on his arm.

Hoffa handed him his wand and reminded him, "lead the way."

He stood up, took the wand, wiped it on his waist, and then walked forward step by step.

Hoffa followed Peter, enjoying the old and dilapidated building. It has to be said that Ryder's ancestors were really rich. On that day, the huge beams on the flower board crisscrossed, and the Armored Warriors full of dust and cobwebs guarded all kinds of ancient decorations hanging inside. On the farthest wall, there is a giant comic mask with squinting eyes and creeping smile, which is more bizarre than the Valhalla temple in Nordic mythology, where the spirits of the dead soldiers are worshipped. On the opposite wall, there is a tragic mask of the same size. Both are carved from ancient oak. Between the two huge masks of sadness and happiness is a huge iron candlestick with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.

Perhaps even Riedel himself had to admit that his paternal family, which he had always despised, was more aristocratic than the old dilapidated Gunter house.

Through the gloomy corridor full of Gothic style, Peter Pettigrew takes Hoffa to a study at the top of the third floor and opens the door for him.

Standing at the door, you can see only leather and oak, or oak and stone. The only light in the house is the fire in the fireplace. The fireplace was twelve feet wide, and the years of smoke and years of grinding gave the fireplace a bronze luster. At the moment, the fire was still burning quietly, but there was not much temperature.

A large and elegant chair was placed in front of the fireplace. Under the chair was a body with a long tail. It was naniji who had just escaped.

Noticing that someone had entered the room and was sitting on the floor, naniji looked back at him and immediately put his head back behind the chair.

"Who's there, Wormtail?"

The sound came from behind the wide back of the chair.

"You... Your... Other servant... Master."

Pettigrew looked at Hoffa and stammered.

"Bella? Or Barty? "

The voice in front of the fire asked softly, in an urgent tone.

Hoffa stood still in the huge shadow. Peter, the dwarf, had retreated. In the afterglow of Hoffa's eyes, he could see that there was a hidden purple snake on the ceiling, staring at himself like a statue.

"Who is it?"

The sound in front of the chair puzzled.

"It's me, Tom," Hoffa said with emotion, "long time no see."

Silence.

Even though he couldn't see the guy's face through the back of the chair, Hoffa could feel the guy's body freeze at the moment.

For a while, there was no sound in the hall. Quiet can only hear the sound of the fire crackling burning.

I don't know how long it will be.

Then, the chair in front of me made a grinding sound and turned slowly.

Hoffa saw the old classmate's face clearly. Even with psychological preparation, he still couldn't help arching his instep at the moment.

He was like a curled up baby, hairless, scaly, dark red as blood, like red flesh under a scabby gauze. His arms and legs were thin and soft. His face was as flat as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. He had no lips and could only see the top pair of pale red eyes.

That pair of bloody eyes stare at the young man coming in. The expression on his face changes from disbelief, consternation, confusion to extremely dignified, and finally emerges the expression of the mountain rain.

"It's you..."

he squeezed a few words out of his teeth, and the voice contained a huge hatred: "Hoffa Bach!"

The walls were darkened, and the fire weakened as if to match the atmosphere. At this moment, the whole Riddell house, Tom, naniji, and Pettigrew, all sink into the atmosphere of killing.

Naniji, with his head resting on the chair, quickly climbed to the corner. On the ceiling, the hidden purple snake circled and swam slowly to the bottom of Tom's chair.

The air was gloomy as if it could drip water.

"Life is not easy, your hair is gone," Tom Riddell said with a strange laugh

The fire was burning up and everything seemed to be over.

Hoffa laughed. "You too."

He put down his woven bag and stepped forward slowly.

That's it.The purple snake under Tom Riddle's chair suddenly turned into a meteor, passed through Hoffa's body, crashed into the wooden door behind him, and knocked the whole door out.

As the smoke billowed, Peter, the dwarf hiding behind the door, let out a scream of horror and scurried.

"Kill him!"

Tom Riddle on the chair let out a loud scream.

Naniji, who was hiding in the shadow, rushed up, circled, opened his mouth and bit Hoffa's body, but the body slowly turned into a fuzzy phantom and dissipated in the air.

"You're getting dull, Tom."

Hoffa's body slowly appeared from the side of the fireplace. He sighed: "I'm not here to fight with you this time."

As soon as the words came to an end, the two big snakes behind him were grasped by countless stone hands and firmly pressed on the ground. The stone hands were dense, until the two snakes were mummified.

"We... Have nothing to talk about..."

the disgusting baby was panting and gnashing his teeth, as if he had spent all his strength just by moving. He buckled the back of the chair and looked at Hoffa in despair. "Who told you my position? It's Albus Dumbledore, the old bastard, or Lucius Malfoy, the wallflower, say! You say! "

Hoffa shook his head. "None of them."

"You can't count on me!"

Tom put up his neck, "you can kill me once, you can kill me twice, but one day, I will make you pay the most painful price!"

Hoffa squatted down, his golden eyes looking at his red.

Voldemort on the chair tried to curl up into a ball, his body trembled, but the hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Under the hatred, he could not restrain his fear.

Hoffa lowered his head and sighed.

"If I want you to die, why should I stay here so long? You should be weaker now than ever before."

Hoffa continued: "I know you want to kill me for what happened 50 years ago, but it's unrealistic. You look worse than me now."

"What do you want to do if you don't kill me?"

"I want to ask you for something." Said Hoffa.

"Wishful thinking, you get anything from me." Tom Riddle screamed.

"I want the resurrection secret of peverier. Can you give it to me? Despite Tom Riddle's resistance, Hoffa said to himself, "in exchange, I can give you Nicole lemme's Sorcerer's stone."

Silence.

Still silence.

Tom's face gradually changed from rage and fear to confusion, and his big red eyes narrowed into a slit.

？？？

After a long time, Tom Riddle asked darkly, "what do you want resurrection to do? Don't you live well?"

Hoffa didn't answer. He was staring at him.

They looked at each other in silence for a moment. Suddenly Tom Riddle's face was surprised and clear: "do you want to revive that one? What's your... Your Ravenclaw girlfriend

"Agraia."

Hoffa is determined.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The little baby in front of him suddenly burst into a sharp, high pitched laugh. He was so crazy that his body rolled on the chair.

"Ha ha ha ha!! Ha ha ha... Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic Just listen to his panting scold: "sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, the past 50 years, 50 years did not see, 50 years, you only have a body strength, in vain the transformation of the past and the present, you can get anything you want, but your narrow vision can only accommodate the next woman!"

In his eyes, he didn't accept the fear any more. He even supported himself with his soft legs. He stood up from the chair and pointed to Hoffa's nose. He said angrily:

"why can't you think of conquering the world like me, and why can't you be like a real normal person, a person in the world? How many women do you want when you conquer the world How many women there are! As much money as you want! As many rights as you want! Isn't that ten thousand times better than a lowly half blood girl? "

"People are different, Tom."

Hoffa was not angry, but said calmly.

"Yes, yes, people are different, Bach."

Tom glared at his red eyes and gasped heavily,

"that's why I hate you, not because you killed me once, Hoffa Bach, because you're different from us, you're an alien, a freak from the beginning to the end.

But I tell you, this world can't accommodate the difference, the freak, the bullshit equality and fraternity. I will never understand and approve the living method you show me, and no one can approve it! "After that, he flopped down on his chair and looked at Hoffa blatantly, as if he had caught his weakness, and said with pride:

"come on, come on, if you want to get the resurrection of peverier, if you want to get the secret of human refining, you will kill me, and use death as a threat! Come on

Tom Riddle, curled up in his chair, said with a wild smile, "can you do it, Ravenclaw? Can you do that, Hoffa Bach? "

Hoffa stood up, stepped back and said nothing.

Tom Riddle laughed more happily: "ha ha ha, look at you, look at you, you self superior ravenclaws, finally asked me to Slytherin's head. He was laughing and laughing, and suddenly coughed violently, not only coughed, but also vomited a pool of white liquid. There was a foul smell in the air.

"Wormtail!"

He slumped weakly on the chair, "Wormtail!"

Hiding in the distance, Peter, a shivering dwarf, rushed over and held the paralytic and coughing Voldemort. He took a dirty silk scarf from his pocket and wiped his mouth. He trembled and asked, "what's the matter with you, master? Don't be angry. Don't be angry. There's still something in the bottle. Master, if you're still hungry, just...

" shut up, fool! "

Tom didn't care what he was talking about, but pointed to Hoffa:

"do you... Do you know who this man is?"

"Master... I... I don't know."

Pettigrew Peter stammered at Hoffa.

"I don't know!"

Tom Riddell suddenly opened his red eyes and said excitedly, "I don't know him. I'll let you know. His name is Hof á Bach, a man who has saved Hogwarts three times, a man who can save the world, the most powerful transfiguration master in history, the ultimate glory of Ravenclaw, a living fossil legend."

"Well... Really?"

Pettigrew wiped cold sweat, squeeze out a false smile, "that's... that's really, it's too low."

"Get out of here!"

Tom Riddle said angrily.

Peter Pettigrew was startled. He let go of his hand and retreated in the darkness, bewildered, embarrassed and submissive.

Tom Riddell raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. He said bitterly: "see, this kind of people are the most common and mediocre people in the world. They don't care about legends. They don't care about what you've done. They just want power, women and money. They don't care about love and hope because of bullshit And being influenced, they will only succumb to violence - but as long as there is a chance, they will be more violent than anyone else! And the only way to deal with people like them is to be more violent than they are

"Why are you telling me this? It's not about our deal."

Hoffa looked at him calmly, "I'll exchange with you the magic stone..."

"hum hum... The magic stone, screw the magic stone."

Tom Riddell finally calmed down when he finished the big talk. He looked at Hoffa and breathed out a long breath. His voice was unusually soft. There was a sneer in his eyes: "I will give you the secret of peverier, and I will even give you the resurrection stone, Hoffa. My dear Hoffa, of course I will. Those things are dead, just objects. "

"What's the price?" Hoffa asked.

Tom Riddle said gently, "you know, I've never changed my attitude since the first day of the orphanage, as long as you..."

"as long as I do what?"

"Hum hum, as long as you are with me and on my side. With all your heart, change yourself and join us. "

"That's it?"

Hoffa raised his eyebrows.

"You can't put mistletoe in me again!"

Tom Riddle suddenly and fiercely drinks, "I tell you, without me, you will accomplish nothing in the end!"!! You will grow old and die in solitude. You will become the object of trampling, spitting and forgetting by those mediocre people

Silence.

Hoffa looked at the furious Riedel and did not speak. He turned to his bag, picked up the bag of fruit and put it in front of Tom Riedel. Then he took an apple out of the bag, and the peel fell under his finger.

Finally, he peeled an apple and handed it to Tom:

"I won't do it anymore."