255 Chapter 55, Another Life

After meeting the former Potions teacher, Hoffa got the information block he wanted. Although the blockade was only for a week, he was relieved.

As long as the information is not leaked immediately, he still has time to solve Mance's conspiracy. Anyway, in order to get Chloe back, he will have to catch that guy sooner or later.

Tom Riddle seemed to have some things to discuss with Slughorn. Hoffa didn't stay any longer. He got up to say goodbye to the former Potions tutor and walked out of the convalescent ward.

The time came to dawn, and the sky in the distance was pale. At this time, a faint sleepiness came to my heart. It was a very subtle feeling, mixed with disgust, fatigue, and the effect of fading strength, making him want to go back to Slughorn's gray room again.

What's going on, Hoffa covered his eyes and looked at the sun in the distance. The sun at dawn was annoying to him like a screaming child, and the sun looked much glaring than usual.

Looking at it, he couldn't open his eyes.

Stunned, he felt more and more wrong, his vision became blurred, and his strength faded faster and faster. He sat on the ground panting, and tore off the clothes on his chest. At this moment, the bright red three-ring scar on his chest became extremely Dim, faded in general.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows what happened. After being reborn in the blood pool, he has some characteristics of a vampire, and he will become infinitely energetic at night, but he can't see the sun, and everything is reversed.

"Damn it!" he yelled angrily. "It's so powerful at night, what's the use of it!?"

The little excitement of having Slughorn's help faded away. Originally, he thought that he had obtained the power of the gods through a blessing in disguise, but now he saw that this power was incomparably incomplete.

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

As the sun rose gradually, he felt more and more sleepy. By the time the sun was high, he was already yawning so much that he couldn't lift his sleepy head.

A house-elf accidentally bumped into him, sending the crate on its head scattered. It apologized again and again, Hoffa helped it up, yawned and said: "Hey, can you please prepare a room for me. I think I want to sleep for a while"

The elf immediately stood up straight, "Of course, sir."

Then, a group of house elves emerged. They lined up on top of the boxes and put the boxes on the ground like building blocks. It didn't take long before they built a small house on the ground. There was a bed made of wooden boxes in the room. , Those house elves even thoughtfully put soft quilts on the bed.

The newly built house smelled of sawdust, but Hoffa couldn't care less, and when he fell on the quilt, he couldn't keep his eyes open.

At this time, he hated Mance so much that he turned himself into this inhuman and ghostly appearance. Before falling asleep, he muttered unwillingly, "Wait, I must kill you."

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at King's Cross Station in London, looking like he was eleven years old, when it was raining heavily. And he was pushing a small cart with some luggage on it, and the pedestrians around him seemed very vague.

He didn't think about how he got here, and he couldn't remember clearly. He only remembered that today was September 1st, the first day of school, and he had to go through Station Nine and a Quarter to go to Hogwarts.

So he pushed the car and ran forward, and when he was about to hit the wall, the cars scattered all over the place, and he also fell down. After getting up, he found that he had bumped into a girl.

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

"Are you okay?" He stammered and asked, feeling that something was wrong.

"fine."

The little girl answered as softly as a mosquito, she clasped her hands nervously, and stood on the spot with her legs inside out.

Hoffa bent down to help her pack up, and she quickly squatted down to help him pack up together. After packing up, they walked through the stone wall of Station Nine and Three Quarters together and set foot on the train to Hogwarts. .

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

Time passed, years later.

Also on the broomstick, he swung the stick vigorously, and a Quaffle approached extremely fast, and he slammed it hard.

With a crisp slap, the Quaffle made a charming arc and fell into the distant circle.

"250 to 90! This is a game score that cannot be rewritten even if the Golden Snitch is caught! Ravenclaw's legendary player Hofbach has once again sent the team to a position that is only a short distance away from the championship!"

The commentator shouted fiercely on the stage, with an extremely fanatical expression. Hoffa flew in the sky, looking around happily and proudly. In the crowd, he saw a red-haired girl on the stand covering her mouth, watching with tears in her eyes. Own.

time flies.

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

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

The red-haired young woman knelt on the other side of the coffee table, changed the medicine for his injured leg, and said with some anxiety: "You can't play Quidditch like this all day long, something will happen one day."

"Then what can I do?" Hoffa took a sip of his wine and said melancholy, "I don't want to work for those guys at Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic."

"That can't be helped," the young woman held his hand, "Why don't I tell my family that they have a potion shop in Diagon Alley?"

"enough!"

Hoffa slammed the table, "Can you stop telling me if there is anything? Do you think I'm someone who depends on your parents?"

time flies.

A few years later, he was sitting at the front desk of the potions shop, cleaning the cauldron on the counter. A little boy stood in front of him: "Dad, this year's cauldron, I want a brass one."

"Why, everyone else uses tin."

"Who told you that everyone else uses tin, and those Slytherin guys have a copper one."

"Then you make money to buy it."

He threw away the rag in his hand angrily.

The child burst into tears.

Time flies again.

More than ten years later, he was sitting on the hospital bed of St. Mungo's Hospital. A doctor in a white coat looked at a long list: "Dragon pox is in the middle stage. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise the person will be gone. Do you want to treat it?" ?”

"The cost of treatment is"

"One thousand Galleons." After a pause, the doctor added: "Every week."

Hoffa looked anxiously at the middle-aged red-haired woman outside the door, and the tall young man standing beside her, feeling extremely depressed for a while.

Time flies again.

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

A middle-aged man in the crowd held a child and raised his glass, "Happy 70th birthday to the greatest father in the world."

"Happy birthday~"

Everyone in front of them raised their glasses.

This scene reminded Hoffa in the wheelchair. It seems that many, many years ago, he had a dream. In the dream, there were many vampires toasting to celebrate his father's birthday. The vague memory made him a little annoyed. He felt that the more he The old brain is becoming useless.

"I've got to get out and get some air," he said.

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

A few minutes later, he pushed his wheelchair and rolled on the side of the road, looking at the laughing young children passing by him on a bicycle, he always felt that something was missing in his life. I spent my whole life in a daze, as if what I got was not what I wanted.

drop! !

A shrill whistle came from behind.

He turned his head to look, and the dazzling lights flashed at an extremely fast speed. It was a young biker on a motorcycle, and he didn't have time to stop the car when he was turning.

"I"

boom!

An angry curse stuck in his throat, and he couldn't dodge in time and was directly hit by the motorcycle.

There was a click on the spine, and the two wheels of the wheelchair flew into the sky. Hoffa's head and buttocks had an intimate contact, and his eyes were instantly dark.

"Fack!!"

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

But Hoffa felt as if a century had passed, and the pain of loss and the feeling of being in another world were so strong that he almost couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. Knowing what happened, he jumped off the bed, took out the glass ball from his waist, and stared at the monster inside.

"What did you do?"

The monster in the glass ball has woken up at this moment, it is constantly circling and flashing in the ball, looking very happy, "I said, you will either spend the rest of the night sucking blood, or spend it in nightmares , you chose the nightmare."

"That's obviously daytime!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and held up the glass ball. In just one day's sleep, he actually lived a whole life again, and it was a rather useless and aggrieved life, and he was hit to death by a motorcycle in the end, which is really ridiculous.

"For you, it is night. You are blessed by the night god, but you are also cursed by day. Day and night have been reversed for you."

Hoffa looked outside, it was already dark at the moment, but in his eyes, the black night was as clear as day.

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

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

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

"Every time a person gets mood swings in a nightmare, my power will increase by one point."

"You still say I'm not your believer!?"

Hoffa was about to smash, but the little monster showed no sign of fear, "I saved you. If I hadn't hid in my nightmare world, with your strength, you would be burned to ashes by the sun sooner or later." It Turned around in the glass ball, "Are you going to crush me just because you had a dream?"

"But you are not allowed to pry into my heart!" he said angrily.

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

"you"

Hoffa wanted to slap it to death with a stick, but he felt that it was impossible to slap a god with a stick. Moreover, he felt that what the other party said made sense. It was indeed a very boring nightmare, but it was also so boring. Only then is it more terrifying.

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

On the box next to the bed, there was a glass of ice water sent by the house elf, and he drank it with his head raised. Slowly, he calmed down from the palpitations of the nightmare.

After calming down, he tore off the clothes on his chest, pointed to the hideous scar and said, "I can't recover, so I can only be like a vampire and come out at night?"

"Nothing can't be changed. You are still very young, and you still have a long way to go." The little monster said.

Hoffa felt a little better, and he buttoned up his clothes:

"Ye Shen saved me, but you are the one who got the benefits. Even if I come to see you, you are too rascal."

"I can answer your questions, if you have any."

The little monster said calmly: "Believe me, I have read the hearts of hundreds of millions of people and know the endless mysteries. It is very worthwhile to exchange my company with the price of nightmares every night."

"I asked you how you beat Mance last time, and you didn't answer. Now you're talking big."

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

"I know? How do I know!" Hoffa was puzzled: "If I want to know the answer, I'd be pierced by him in the heart."

Suddenly, he stopped talking. Lost in thought.

He thought of the last time in the nightmare, the man named Aldo reminded himself that Mance was very scary, but he didn't pay enough attention to his words, which resulted in paying a very heavy price, and even almost lost his life.

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

"What is black mistletoe?"