133 Chapter 66, His Demons

The Minister of Magic stood at the door for a while, then exchanged glances with Dumbledore, as if they were exchanging opinions.

Then, the Minister of Magic, wearing a scarf, walked in first.

For some reason, at this moment, Hoffa saw Dumbledore at the door of the ward give him a pleading look, which made Hoffa a little hard to understand.

The Minister of Magic sat down first, then crossed his legs, sat on the opposite hospital bed with his fingers crossed, and looked at Hoffa with a smile.

For some reason, his action always reminded Hoffa of the last time he visited Riddle.

"minister."

Hoffa nodded politely at him.

After all, he was the most powerful man in the entire British magic world, and he didn't want to be rude.

"How is your body recovering?"

he asked with a smile.

fine. Hoffa smiled cautiously and politely.

"Thanks for caring."

He smiled on the surface, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart. Why did the Minister of Magic come to see him? This guy, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

"Ah, take it easy."

The Minister of Magic waved his hand, reached into his chest, and actually took out a spherical chocolate with flowers on it, and handed it to Hoffa.

"Speaking of which, I used to be a student of Ravenclaw, and I still remember that my dean at that time was Professor Adebe."

"Ah, thank you."

Hoffa smiled, took the spherical chocolate, and didn't know what to say for a while.

The Minister of Magic seemed to be a good person, but thinking of Dumbledore's pleading eyes, he always felt that things were not that simple.

Leonard Moon said: "Recently, people in the school are talking about you. The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet has approached me many times, hoping to let that hero appear in the newspaper, but I suppressed it."

"Well"

The minister straightened his collar, changed to a more comfortable position, and leaned sideways on the chair.

"Those editors are very curious about how the big bang happened and how it was stopped by a mysterious student."

As he said that, he pulled his finger in the sky, made a gesture, made a headline gesture, and said with a smile:

"I thought, as long as I let go of my mouth a little bit, you're going to be a big star."

Hoffa faintly felt something, so he whispered: "Mr. Minister, if you want to ask anything, just ask."

"Ah, as expected of a Ravenclaw student, chatting is comfortable." Leonard Spencer Moon nodded, sat up a little bit, and lowered his voice:

"That's right, I want to know the specific information about the half-human king. And his exact identity."

When the Minister of Magic said this, his whole aura suddenly became sharp. He looked at Hoffa without blinking, fingers crossed on his knees.

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of Dumbledore's pleading eyes.

The purpose of this senior Ravenclaw's visit is definitely not to visit his junior as an ordinary Ravenclaw.

This made Hoffa's mouth bitter, why did Dumbledore send this hot potato to him. In other words, his current status and prestige are not enough to prevent the minister from visiting.

Had it been a month ago, Hoffa would have gladly brought the half-king to justice and handed it over to Azkaban, the Wizengamot, or the Ministry of Magic. He'd also be happy to find out who the half-king was, and let others help out.

But now, at this juncture.

He couldn't say anything about Sylby's true identity. Because Principal Dippet was suspected of being a half-human king, he was dragged to Azkaban and closed for three months. During these three months, the school was almost on the verge of closing.

Hoffa didn't know what kind of impact it would have on the school if the Minister of Magic knew that the first headmaster of Hogwarts was still alive and that he was an out-and-out madman.

He has little political acumen and little negotiating experience. But he knows that there are too many people with ulterior motives in this world, and there will never be a shortage of people who think they are standing on the moral high ground and making excuses.

At this moment, Hoffa fell into a dilemma completely opposite to that of Harry Potter in later generations. Harry Potter tried his best to let others know the truth, but he...

Is the school going to get out of one scandal and then get caught up in another, bigger one?

Fame, justice.

school, world.

These things weighed on his heart, so that he couldn't say it, and he couldn't say it at all.

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak for a while, Leonard Spencer Moon said softly: "It's okay, kid. These things have nothing to do with you, you've done a good job.

Tell me, who is that half-human king, so that our Ministry of Magic can catch him back, are you right? "

Hoffa opened his mouth.

"Well"

After hesitating again and again, Hoffa said with some difficulty: "Uh, I don't know, why did you ask me?"

"In other words." The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, who reversed his legs and moved closer.

"If you don't tell us who he is, we can't give you an award, Merlin Medal, Royal Medal of Honor. Can we? We can't say you defeated an unknown enemy."

"I didn't beat him."

Hoffa said.

"The public doesn't care, the public just needs positive energy. You are Ravenclaw, you should understand."

Hoffa was silent.

After a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't know, Minister. You can ask Dumbledore, he is a professor, he knows more than me"

"You know, don't you?"

The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, and at this moment, his aura began to rise. "Until the moment before he disappeared, he was fighting with you."

Hoffa shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know why he wanted me to do it?"

"Then why do you think he wants to attack you?"

"Maybe. Maybe it's because I'm not happy."

Hoffa said.

"He has something to do with this school, doesn't he?"

The Minister of Magic said slightly sharply: "I saw him destroying this school with hatred that day. Tell me, why?"

Hoffa was silent for a long time, and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry, minister, I really don't know how to answer your question."

The Minister of Magic laughed, and that smile was somewhat inexplicable.

Afterwards, he straightened up and looked down at Hoffa: "Conniving criminals is not a manifestation of a good Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach. You are still young, and you should recognize your own path."

Hoffa lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

The Minister of Magic stood there and waited for a while, but Hoffa just lowered his head and said nothing.

"Even if there's nothing?"

"Well." Hoffa lowered his head, not looking at him.

Leonard Moon shook his head in disappointment, and was about to turn around and leave. The moment he turned around, he seemed to think of something again, and he said lightly:

"Oh, that's right. When Dippet was in Azkaban, he asked me to give you this. Although he came out, I think it's better to fulfill the promise along the way."

After speaking, he pulled out a thin cardboard box from his cuff and threw it to Hoffa.

Then, without looking at him again, she strode out the door.

Opening the door, Hoffa saw Dumbledore nodded slightly to him outside the door, closed the door, and left the ward with the Minister of Magic.

He looked at the inexplicably extra box in his hand.

Hoffa tangled up against the pillow, took a long breath, and shook his head.

Silby completely turned into a sword of Damocles, hanging high from the top. Not only his terrifying strength, but also his extremely sensitive identity.

In this turbulent age, Hoffa really felt the difficulty of life, with all kinds of choices in front of him, sometimes knowing that it was a wrong decision, but still making it. The taste in it is really not enough for outsiders to understand.

After being depressed for a while, Hoffa opened the small box given to him by the Minister of Magic, which turned out to be a thin manual.

Opened it and saw that it was written on the title page.

[Francois Le Brun. This book is research notes from 1879 to 1890. 】

Hoffa was taken aback, François Le Brun. Isn't this the maker of his magic watch?

Turning it over again, this parchment page is densely packed with circuit diagrams, some muscle anatomy diagrams, and densely packed explanatory text.

Hoffa's pupils shrank, this.

It turned out to be a note on construction technology. Take notes on the demi-king construction techniques.

Principal Dippet What does this mean?

On the other side, by the Black Lake of Hogwarts.

A full moon rose slowly from the distant Scottish mountains again, and the breeze blew the ground after the explosion. Even after such a crazy battle, the vegetation on the ground still grew unyieldingly.

On the stone beach by the lake, Tom Riddle was still sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the moon in the distance motionlessly, his eyes were as dim as gray.

He's been sitting like this all day.

Even a month.

Behind him stood a tall Slytherin girl with fair hair, blue eyes, and a few small freckles on her fair face.

Looking at the dazed Tom Riddle, she said softly with some hesitation: "Tom, it's time for us to go back."

"Quiet."

Tom Riddle said indifferently, looking into the distance without blinking.

"It's getting late."

The girl bent down and said softly.

"Go back by yourself first."

"Tom."

Tom Riddle was still staring blankly at the distance, his young and delicate face was completely calm, as if he didn't hear the shouts from the people around him.

"Tom?"

"Don't call me Tom!!"

Tom Riddle roared suddenly, his eyes were red, and his expression suddenly became ferocious.

The girl was startled, and unconsciously took two steps back.

Tom Riddle was startled, and quickly calmed down his nervousness, and the features on his face became soft and delicate again.

"Sorry, you go back first. I can do it myself."

The Slytherin girl looked at him blankly, and forced a smile from the corner of her mouth: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, she backed away silently, and after watching her go away, Tom Riddle in the wheelchair suddenly began to pant and tremble.

A picture suddenly flashed into his brain.

A man flew in the sky, he roared so loudly that countless towers fell in his rage.

When the picture was cut off, he shuddered, and suddenly covered his head heavily, his fingers trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

He gritted his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat.

The memory kept flashing back, and the images of that night flashed across his brain like mottled glass shards.

A man walking in lava.

The huge blood eye pattern on the ground.

The spell that knocks the tower in half.

That roar that shook the sky, that shield in the sky.

Everything stimulated his heart, and the mixed emotions made him feel pain like a knife. Those emotions were not what he should have, as if an invisible black thread bound his spirit, trying to pull him down . Fall, fall again.

weak force death

strength

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, he rolled over from the wheelchair and fell to the ground. Trembling fingers firmly grasped the grass on the ground. He panted heavily, his saliva dripped on the grass, his forehead pressed against the ground, and he clenched his fist and beat.

strength!

Damn it!

As if he heard his call in the dark, there was a little water sound from the black lake in the distance, and he saw a faint figure on the lake in the distance.

A slight singing can be heard in the ears.

The singing was so ethereal, sweet, and had the power to reach the soul, which made him tremble.

He raised his head, lost in the song.

He began to crawl with difficulty little by little, and crawled over little by little.

That Miaoman figure, lying sideways on a raised rock in the lake, wearing a crown, sang to the moon, with a little sadness and nostalgia in her voice.

After noticing that someone was coming, she glanced lightly, then jumped into the black lake and disappeared without a trace.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Tom Riddle was lying on the stone floodplain. It took a while before he came back to his senses. He was shocked and wanted to back away from the pebble floodplain by the lake.

But as he retreated, he touched a strange object with a strange texture. When he picked it up, he found that it was a page of a book that was soaked and somewhat wet.

The pages of the book have been soaked for a long time, and also experienced an explosion, so they are very scattered and almost falling apart. But the ancient material is not paper, and the text on it has not faded in the slightest.

"Eternal Life. Soul Split"

eternal life?

He turned the pages of the book, and after only a few glances, he shivered. The book fell back into the lake again. He kicked his legs back, his eyes wide open, and he could barely breathe.

After paralyzed in the distance for a while, he came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and climbed back as pale as paper.

Like a groundhog, he raised his head and looked around, but he didn't see anyone. There was only the sound of splashing water on the black lake, and there was only a bright round moon in the sky.

He stretched out his hand, collected himself, and touched the book as if touching a goddess.

Randomly, he grabbed the book tightly, his face changed several times.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned the pages of the book.

Take a full view of the ancient circles and words above.

Looking at it, Riddle showed a smile on his face, his eyes were red, his breathing became heavier, the light on his face became more dazzling, his chest heaved and heaved violently.

Finally, he hugged the pages of the book, fell down on the stone flood beach, looked up at the sky, and let out a silent laugh.