Chapter 253 53 Old Friends

Tom Riddle was quite astonished. When he received the letter from the Hufflepuff students, he didn't take this task too seriously. After all, vampires meant nothing to him.

However, the scene in this dungeon was quite unexpected. The most unexpected thing was the guy in front of him. He stared at the front and saw his childhood orphan in this place full of corpses. The opponent in the court, the other party is still naked.

Even the future Dark Lord couldn't bear this weird scene. Thinking about it carefully, this guy seems to always be able to do things beyond the scope of normal people's understanding, from the first grade to the third grade. Unexpectedly, after he came out, he has not changed at all, but has let himself go even more.

Hoffa held up the corpse, equally astonished. Looking at the guy in the dark green suit behind him, he subconsciously picked up a dead corpse and blocked it in front of him.

That guy is as handsome as a model from some old fashion magazine, and his whole body is filled with the message that I am at the peak of my appearance.

Tom Riddle. The boss of the snake yard. He never expected that it wasn't Ryan who came back, but this guy. This "old friend" from his own orphanage, the future Dark Lord. This was the first time Hoffa had seen the guy since he was paralyzed by a curse spell in his second year.

He used to be his confidant, killed his predecessor in the orphanage, and had some kind of cooperative relationship with him, in the second grade.

However, after seeing too much life and death, he has gradually forgotten the contradictions in the school, and occasionally thinks of him, and even misses him a little.

But now is not a good time to reminisce about the past. When I fell into the blood pool, the clothes on my body were also melted by the blood pool. The current appearance is as shameful as it is, and, among the Slytherin crowd present , and girls are coming. They are covering their mouths with expressions of looking at performance artists.

"Yo, Tom."

Hoffa hid behind the corpse, said hello, and moved to the corner calmly.

"Freak."

Tom stared at him, and forced a word between his teeth. The veins on the back of his wand-holding hand popped. Even the veins in his forehead were throbbing, as if just seeing Hoffa raised his blood pressure.

"Why, we haven't seen each other for more than a year, and when we met, he looked like he was going to eat me." Hoffa hid in the corner, changed the subject, and began to take off the clothes of the unlucky vampire in front of him.

Tom looked around, "So, you killed all these vampires?"

"Don't say that, do you think I'm the kind of person who kills people indiscriminately?"

"Don't think I don't know!" Tom sneered. "During the year you disappeared, you sold alchemy weapons underground in France and secretly supported various armed forces. If you say that you don't have blood on your hands, I won't believe it."

"You're pretty well informed."

Hoffa hurriedly put on the trousers and clothes. The original owner of the clothes was much taller than him, and the clothes were baggy on him, with half of his chest exposed.

"What a big deal. Did you return to England just to kill this group of people?" Tom asked.

"I'll forget it."

Seeing the fearful faces of the group of Slytherins, Hoffa was both amused and worried. He had no way to defend himself, and Tom Riddle immediately decided that he had killed everyone present, without any suspicion at all, I'm afraid other Slytherins would think the same.

Now, although he survived by luck, he has completely fallen into the trap that Mance dug for himself. If this matter spreads, then he will definitely become the target of public criticism.

In this precarious age, this so-called "deed" is almost a fatal threat to me, a lonely family.

Germany is still in decline, and the future of history is still shrouded in fog. No one knows whether the world will evolve into a situation like The Man in the High Castle. If those Germans knew the news, he would soon be assassinated and attacked. God knows whether the next glass of water he drank would also be highly poisonous.

Messages must be blocked.

Soon, Hoffa identified his most important target at the moment. Block the news first, and then think about defeating Mance and rescuing the nun.

"Were you brought here by Professor Slughorn?"

he asked Tom Riddle.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Tom Riddle's wand, with a dangerous glow brewing at the tip, looks ready to cast a spell.

"Take me to see him, I have something very important to tell him."

Hoffa ignored the murderous intent hidden in Riddle's eyes. He was not the crazy Dark Lord of the future, so it was impossible for him to kill himself openly. If he could convince the dean of Slytherin to help him block the news, then at least for a few years, his safety could be guaranteed and he could continue his secret activities.

"Don't even think about it."

Tom Riddle flatly refused.

"Why?"

Hoffa was taken aback.

"You left the school without saying a word, no one knows what happened to you, whether it is good or bad, which side you are on. In short, I dare not take a murderous thug to the dean, you Die with this heart."

He held his head high, and said solemnly.

"A murderous thug."

Hoffa's eyes turned to his finger. On the ring finger of his right hand, he was wearing a black ring. There was a crack in the ring, but it didn't affect its ancientness and luxury.

The Resurrection Stone, an heirloom of the Gaunt family. One of the three holy weapons of the god of death, one of the future horcruxes, so this guy has already driven his own uncle crazy, and killed his father's whole family?

Seeing that Hoffa was silent, Tom showed an inscrutable smile on his face, and he opened his arms quite gracefully, "Although I don't know how you did it, but from the perspective of an old friend, I advise you that you should Get out of here right away, otherwise, when our follow-up reinforcements arrive, you will most likely be locked up by a group of scary and long-winded old men and interrogated layer by layer." As he spoke, there was a hint of ferocious disgust in his eyes, "Those old guys, I like to torture people's moral nature!!"

"Tom." Hoffa sighed, "Things here are very complicated. It's not what you think. I need to see the teacher at Hogwarts immediately."

"So stubborn, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Tom turned around and greeted the Slytherin behind him, "Go, take pictures and record everything around you, and then go and notify those from the Perseus Society." The corners of his mouth raised, "Let's say we found the legend Middle—Glory to Ravenclaw, Mister Hoffa Bach."

The Slytherin behind heard the order, and someone Apparated and disappeared. Someone actually took out the old-fashioned camera with a wooden frame and spotlight from the non-marking stretch backpack, scattered it around, and took pictures everywhere, like a war correspondent. And Tom Riddle stayed where he was, watching Hoffa cautiously.

"You're not with them?" Hoffa asked.

"I'm looking at you. If you didn't leave just now, don't even think about leaving now."

"Will you take me back so I can meet Slughorn?"

"You don't want to meet anyone familiar, Bach, now Hogwarts is my territory."

After only Hoffa and Tom were left, he no longer pretended, his exquisite face became fanatical and rough, he took two steps on the spot, turned his head to look at Hoffa, "You were lucky in the past, you have that Drages The little girl at home supports you, and those teachers are protecting you, but now hehe, all of your friends are dead, do you think anyone still cares about you, a poor commander who doesn’t even have a family?”

Hoffa's face turned ugly.

Tom Riddle continued: "I know, Bach, it is impossible for you to stand on my side. Huh, Ravenclaw's arrogance is sometimes more annoying than Gryffindor's brainlessness, so you Don't expect me to do you any favors."

"Aren't you talking about the conditions?" Hoffa asked softly.

"What capital do you have to negotiate with me now? Just a minute ago, you didn't even have any clothes, and you had to strip dead people to wear them."

Hoffa took a step forward.

Tom Riddle took a step back immediately, "Stop, stop, I warn you, don't try to do anything to me, this place will soon be surrounded by our people, it's best not to make yourself have no place in this world."

But Hoffa didn't do anything. He walked up to Tom Riddle, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "The ring is so beautiful. It must have taken you a lot of effort to get it."

As soon as the words were finished, Riddle suddenly took a step back and looked at him with a devilish expression.

Hoffa shrugged: "It's really good if your crazy uncle doesn't kill you, aren't you afraid that he will expose your affairs?"

Tom Riddle's face gradually changed from unruly to dull, and then from dull to ferocious staring, he raised his wand until Hoffa, the clouds in the sky swirled and gathered in the magical power of mountains and tsunami, and green lights flashed in between. lightning.

As if he didn't see his threat, Hoffa continued to fold his arms: "If you ask me, although the Riddle family members are not innocent, they are not guilty of death."

"Shut up!"

Tom's chest heaved violently, his blood pressure rose sharply, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"My news is so closed, Tom, should I also tell you the location of the chamber of secrets entrance, you must have been looking for the treasures inherited by the great Salazar Slytherin recently."

"shut up!!"

Riddle's face became uglier than those poisoned corpses on the ground. He rushed forward recklessly, covered Hoffa's mouth firmly, and looked around like a thief. "You fucking say one more word?"

A few Slytherins in the distance who were taking pictures with a spotlight camera looked over curiously, as if wondering why the two who were still at war just now were stuck together.

Hoffa was covered with his mouth and couldn't answer. He could only raise his eyebrows to show respect.

crackling.

crackling.

There was another sound of apparition, and a large number of adult wizards appeared in the banquet square. Most of them were dressed like ordinary Muggles on the street, some were dressed like soldiers, and some were dressed like Muggles. The police, some even in Beatles clothes. However, among them, there are still a few old men dressed strangely. They wear worn-out white robes with crossed chains on their backs, and some of them wear heavy shackles. Forced look.

After landing, those wizards in ordinary clothes exclaimed, "Merlin Beard, what happened here?"

Someone squatted down, probed the corpse on the ground with his hand, and exclaimed: "They are all dead, who did it."

"I think they killed each other." Someone speculated.

The wizard in the shabby white robe did not participate in their discussion, and they immediately turned to Tom Riddle.

"Riddle, you said you found Hoffa Bach of Ravenclaw." One of the white robes asked.

Tom's angry and distorted face disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if everything that happened just now was an illusion, he immediately put his arms around Hoffa's shoulders affectionately and kindly, "Look, it's true. Isn't this what it is."

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh and straightened Hoffa's clothes: "You say you, leave school, and run to such a dangerous place alone. Fortunately, I found you, otherwise you would be caught by those vampires , I will regret it for the rest of my life."

That tone, that demeanor, as if Hoffa was his long-lost brother.

Hoffa suppressed the acid in his stomach and squeezed out a smile: "That is, if Brother Riddle hadn't come in time, I would have been sucked dry by these vampires."

After all, the two looked at each other and smiled, with tears in their eyes.

Several old men in white robes with chains on their backs saw this posture, frowned, and the leader of a white robe wizard asked: "Did you do it, Bach. I heard from the Slytherin just now that when they came here , there is only you at the scene."

Every wrinkle on the old man's face was engraved with the word old-fashioned. Hoffa didn't know who this man was, so he immediately excused himself: "I"

But before he could say anything, he heard Tom say angrily: "What are you talking about, Mr. Israel, I have known Hoffa for more than ten years, and it is impossible for him to do such a thing. In this, There must be something hidden."

Hoffa glanced at Tom in surprise. His eyes were as gentle as spring water in Scotland. If he was a woman, he might fall for it on the spot. But at the same time, he also felt that the palm of Riddle's shoulder was trembling slightly.

With disdain in his heart, he said to the white-robed wizard with a normal expression: "Yes, there is indeed a deep secret here, and I need to report it to Professor Slughorn immediately."

"Can't tell us?" The old man in white robe frowned.

"Sorry." Hoffa shook his head, "I just returned to England, and I still want to meet my former mentor."

"Can."

The white-robed old man was also happy, "Since it's the two of you, I won't say anything, Riddle, remember to send him to Sky Island safely, and leave it to us here."

After speaking, he returned to the crowd and directed the wizards in all kinds of Muggle clothes to move the corpses, mark them, and pull the cordon.

When those old men dispersed, no one paid any attention to them. Tom shoved Hoffa away, as if he had just touched a pile of shit instead of a shoulder. He wiped his palms on his waist and said in a tone of disgust that only they could hear: "These old people"

Hoffa crossed his arms and said with a sneer, "You really trust me, and you're not afraid of me complaining."

"Who do you think will believe you!?"

After wiping his palms, Tom gave him a vicious look: "I'll take you to see Slughorn, but I warn you, don't talk nonsense in front of him, otherwise, I want you to look good!"