111 Chapter 44, Different People

A group of Slytherins rushed out of the door, leaving only Hoffa and Riddle in the ward.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little strange and dignified.

Riddle had a transparent infusion tube wrapped around his arm and a thick bandage around his waist. He glanced at Hoffa, then straightened his waist and pulled off his own infusion tube.

"I hate being sick."

He seemed to be talking to himself.

Hoffa didn't speak. Out of the corner of his eye, he turned to the bedside table, where there were several potted flowers, a water glass, and Tom Riddle's yew wand.

After asking for the infusion tube, the black-haired boy slowly straightened up from the hospital bed. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and stood up while stepping on slippers. Go across from Hoffa.

Tom Riddle's pupils are completely black, and his hair is also completely black. Coupled with his pale complexion, there is a strange beauty at this moment.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that he was more Asian than himself, even though he knew he had no Asian blood.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Tom Riddle suddenly showed a charming smile.

"How long has it been since we were alone? Since we came back from the cave."

Hoffa said calmly: "You don't need to remind me, I haven't forgotten."

"Then you are here to kill me?"

He tilted his head and interrupted Hoffa: "Before I regain my strength."

Hoffa shook his head and smiled: "Here, at school?"

Tom Riddle said: "We are wizards. If we can't even do this little thing, what do we need magic for?"

Hoffa suppressed his smile, and under Tom Riddle's gaze, he casually walked to his bedside table, grabbed his yew wand and looked at it in the sunlight for a while.

"No, I think, I won't kill you."

he said calmly.

"For what?" Tom Riddle's smiling face instantly became fierce.

"To prove that you are different from me? Or to prove that you are a noble person."

Hoffa didn't speak, he put down his wand, expressionless.

Riddle lowered his head, hung his eyes and looked at Hoffa, his voice was hoarse like the neighing of a poisonous snake.

"You know what? It makes me sick to look at you, and you think I'll be grateful to you for saving me that night? Huh?"

His expression grew more and more disgusted.

Hoffa calmly picked up the kettle and filled his glass with water.

"There are many different people in the world, Tom, and many different choices."

"Huh heh heh heh."

Tom Riddle sneered, "Do you dare to come and preach to me?"

Hoffa walked up to Riddle with a water glass, "Drink more hot water."

"you!!!"

Riddle raised a finger and pointed it in front of Hoffa's nose. His chest heaved violently with anger, his eyes glowed red, and his delicate face became very rough, like a beast. At this second, he did not hide his killing intent towards Hoffa at all.

He was so enraged that the wound on his chest opened without him noticing it.

And Hoffa is just holding the glass.

After about seven seconds of confrontation, he finally calmed down his killing intent, laughed out of breath, and sarcastically said:

"Okay, okay, wait and see, Hoffa Bach."

He snatched the water glass in front of him with his hands, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"I have to admit that my judgment in the orphanage was a bit biased. You are different from me, and you are even more stupid."

After speaking, he drank the water in the glass in one gulp, and then crushed the glass to pieces.

The corner of his mouth was dripping, and his palms were dripping with blood. He sat down on the bed, and said coldly, "Tell me, why did you come to me?"

Hoffa sat down on the bed opposite him with his pockets in his hands.

"I want to know what the person who attacked you that night looked like."

"Something to do with you? A meddling fool?" said Tom Riddle sternly.

"That's not the way you talk to people out there, Tom."

Hoffa pointed outside and said calmly.

"I bother."

Riddle wiped the corner of his mouth and spat out bloody phlegm, not knowing why he was disdainful.

Then he said with a grim look: "A tall man with red eyes, wearing a suit and a crown."

"A half-human king."

"That's right, it's the half-human king in the newspaper. That idiot who causes trouble everywhere and fears the world will not be chaotic. Half-human, huh, stupid nickname, stupid dress, stupid behavior."

"Why did he shoot you?"

"Why? Do you need a reason? He saw me and I saw him."

"Who did it first?"

"Of course it's me." Riddle sneered, "When you see that kind of person and don't do anything, do you think everyone in the world is as stupid as you?"

"But he wasn't hurt."

"That's right, I used the Chain Curse, the Cutting Curse, and the Freezing Curse, but he wasn't injured at all. Even my curse spell hit him like a piece of wood."

Hoffa didn't speak. When he thought of Barcelona, ​​he ignored the scene of Osilvia's Cruciatus Curse.

Tom looked at the ceiling, gave a rare self-deprecating grin, and looked down.

"At that moment, I knew that what I was facing was not alone at all."

"Isn't it a Muggle?"

"Muggles, ha, can Muggles do this? Are you kidding me? My curse is irresistible. It directly affects the soul. Anyone who is cursed by me will fall down."

Riddle stared into Hoffa's eyes, as if threatening: "But he is not, all spells are meaningless to him, I don't think he is human at all."

"And then he shot?"

"That's right, but he said something before the shot, and me."

"What words."

"He said, run, Slytherin boy."

After finishing speaking, "He shot and deliberately missed the heart."

Riddle pointed to the bleeding wound on his chest.

"deliberately?"

Hoffa frowned.

"That's right."

Tom's arms were shaking, and the killing intent on his face was almost crazy. "He has no killing intent, no soul, nothing, he is just doing one thing, like having fun."

After he finished speaking, his breathing was a little short, and then he coughed violently.

He blew his nose, and bits of blood rolled out of his nose as he coughed.

He still glanced at Hoffa vigilantly from the corner of his eye, as if he was afraid that Hoffa would suddenly pull out a knife and stab him in the stomach.

But Hoffa just looked at the other party with a slight frown, knowing that he couldn't ask anything.

"Okay, then you can rest."

After speaking, he got up and walked out calmly.

At the door, the two stone arms blocking the door retracted to the ground with Hoffa's arrival.

Just as Hoffa was about to open the door and leave, suddenly, a hint of crisis behind him made him suddenly alert.

He didn't even want to turn the wand into a shield directly.

A dozen dangerous ice picks were blocked by Hoffa and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Putting down the shield, I saw Riddle standing on the spot with a yew wand in his hand, and said with a sneer, "You still can't even cast a shield spell, Bach."

Hoffa didn't speak, and the large shield turned into a sharp blade in his hand. He pointed at Riddle with the sharp blade, and then strode out the door.

boom!

After the gate is closed.

Riddle kicked the opposite bed away.

Hoffa walked out of the ward without looking sideways, and he waved his finger.

The two female nurses outside the door who were stuck in the wall and covered their mouths were instantly relieved and fell to the ground.

The nearby medical staff gathered around and handed tissues to the two terrified nurses.

"Who is that?" The nurse pointed to Hoffa's back and asked in horror.

"A second-year student, who seems to be a teaching assistant in the Transfiguration class." A nurse replied.

"It's the second-grade teaching assistant again." The female nurse looked into the ward in horror.

"Are all the students in this class so scary?"