294 Chapter 16, Wheel of Fortune

In the dark room, the bald boy held a peeled apple and bowed to the chair, on which was a strange, wrinkled baby-like creature.

In the corridor far away, Peter Pettigrew hid behind the cabinet and observed the room, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, wondering if it was his hallucination, it seemed that there were not two people staying in front of the blazing fire, but An eagle with its wings folded, and a poisonous snake entrenched on the ground.

Without looking at the apple in front of him, Tom Riddle squinted his red eyes and carefully observed the old opponent in front of him. Suddenly, the crumpled baby leaned on the chair, tilted his head and said like Ge You: "Kneel Down."

Hoffa frowned and remained motionless, just holding the apple.

"I told you to kneel down, can't you hear me?"

Tom moved his head forward and repeated, "Kneel down, that's it."

Hoffa held the apple and still didn't move.

"One apple just wants to buy me, do you really think I'm a baby, Bach." Tom's red eyes flashed with a teasing light: "Don't you want to resurrect your little girlfriend, show some sincerity! "

Hoffa raised his eyebrows, put away the apple, and straightened up. Coming to the fireplace in the dark hall, he took down a china plate from the wall and blew off the dust on it.

"Tom, although I have something to ask of you, it doesn't mean that I am your subordinate or servant. Don't deny it, you need me more than ever before."

Tom Riddle sneered grimly: "You think too much of yourself, Bach, I don't need you."

Hoffa put the porcelain plate on the table, turned his finger into a knife, and cut the apple into eight slices in the plate.

"Those people in the Ministry of Magic think you are dead, but Albus Dumbledore doesn't think so, and neither do the people in the Order of the Phoenix. They will find you and kill you. Generals, they are all on the sidelines now, and have even betrayed you, Malfoy, Karkaroff, as long as there is a slight sign of trouble, they will swallow you alive, I believe you know this better than me."

The little man on the chair twisted his expression a few times, he opened his mouth to spit, and said with a sneer, "You still know more than anyone else, just like you did in the past."

"Don't mind, I'll find out about these things after a little inquiring, and everyone in the wizarding world knows about them. Judging from the current situation, Peter Pettigrew alone can't protect you. At this time, you have to worry about it because of a little Ridiculous vanity, push me away?"

"They can't find me, no one can find me!" Voldemort said viciously.

"Is it?"

Hoffa leaned against the brick wall of the fireplace, took a piece of apple and ate it: "I didn't find you."

"You cough, cough, cough!" Voldemort was speechless, and coughed again.

Hoffa shrugged: "How many people in this world can remain neutral and objective. Maybe no one can do it except Ravenclaw. Only I will not prejudice you, Tom."

"I don't need any bullshit to be neutral and objective. You either submit or get out." Voldemort hissed, "Never trust Ravenclaw. This is a lesson I have exchanged for my soul."

The conversation seemed to be deadlocked.

Click click click.

In front of the fireplace, Hoffa slowly ate fruit.

Tom licked his lips happily and mercilessly: "I'll give you a minute to think, after you finish eating that damned apple, if you don't kneel down in front of me, you are ready to kill me, hum."

Gulp.

Hoffa swallowed a piece of apple, picked up the other lightly, and said lightly, "Gaunt's old house."

Kacha swallowed, and picked up another piece, "Cave by the Sea."

Tom Riddle paled every time he swallowed an apple.

He picked up another piece, snapped it and bit it off.

"Gringotts."

"shut up!!"

Tom's red eyes almost burst open, and his expression fell into an indescribable confusion.

Hoffa was holding half of an apple, motionless, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Impossible, impossible. How is it possible?"

I saw him dripping with cold sweat, with his head down, trembling like chaff all over his body, "Shut up, shut up!"

When he looked up at Hoffa again, there was only endless killing intent and hatred in his eyes, "You!!"

Hoffa put down the apple slices, and said slowly, "So, you can't say too much, Tom, I hate loneliness, you are afraid of death, we still have the possibility of cooperation."

"You, how dare you threaten me!?" Voldemort's fine teeth chattered: "Threatening the greatest black mage in history!?"

"I didn't. Your life and death has nothing to do with me. I just want to make a deal." Hoffa said calmly.

Voldemort closed his eyes, his expression unpredictable. After three minutes of silence, he opened his eyes and said indifferently: I don't believe any of your words, I only believe in your actions. The Philosopher's Stone is useless to me now, and I will not accept that kind of deal. "

Hoffa shrugged. "Now we can talk."

"I need Harry Potter, that Gryffindor boy who was protected by Albus Dumbledore." As soon as Tom Riddle said this, the fire in the room seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, almost swaying. off.

"Hmm." Hoffa snorted.

"Don't talk about other nonsense, we are not young wizards fifty years ago, you brought Harry Potter to me, brought him to me without attracting anyone's attention, and Help me revive successfully and return to my prime, and I will hand over Peverell's secret art of refining the human body to you."

Hoffa listened to Tom's words. Suddenly, he was in a trance. At this moment, a strong sense of fate came to his heart. For some reason, he seemed to feel that this scene and himself had experienced it before, just like when doing things in daily life. There is a sense of sight that this scene has happened before.

The sense of sight came and went quickly, until Tom Riddle called out to him, "Hey, hello, are you listening to me?"

Hoffa looked up, looking him straight in the eye.

Tom Riddle emphasized: "I said, I agree to your deal, but the condition is that you send that boy to me. In exchange, I will give you the secret of Peverell's human body transformation, and even the resurrection." spell."

"Is it coming soon?"

"No, the time limit is one year. I still need to prepare the resurrection ceremony, medicinal materials, and venue. You just need to send him to me at the moment I am ready."

After a pause, "How about it, legendary wizard, this kind of thing is very simple for you, right?"

"Yes," Hoffa said solemnly, "but I also have one condition."

"explain."

"I will also involve my people in your preparation process."

"Your people?" Tom shook his head and sneered as if he had heard some big joke: "Hmph, when did the lofty Ravenclaw Eagle learn to develop his party wings?"

"Nico Flamel."

Hoffa said calmly: "I want him to come over and participate in your resurrection ceremony."

"Don't think about it."

Tom Riddle didn't even think about turning him down.

"You're too young to put someone beside me," Tom Riddle said.

"Sorry, Tom, the trust between you and me is not as strong as I imagined." Hoffa didn't have much expression on his face: "I think you will definitely trip me up, so I need to find someone who knows Come watch."

"Then there is no need for us to cooperate."

Voldemort smiled coldly, "How can I know that you won't play tricks on me?"

The two looked at each other and could see the fear in each other's eyes.

Hoffa picked up a piece of apple again, clicked it and bit it.

But this time, Voldemort didn't give in. He looked at Hoffa bitterly, clenched his fists which were not as big as Gaowan's, and sweat dripped down his wrinkled face.

"Nicole Flamel must attend your resurrection ceremony."

Hoffa put down the apple and said: "This is my only condition, and it is also an inevitable condition. As compensation, you can also put forward your own conditions."

Under the light of the fireplace, Tom Riddle's expression was as ugly as eating shit. He looked at the eaten apple with only two slices on the fireplace plate, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, okay, wise people don't speak dark words."

He squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Since you want to put people by my side, then you also need my people by your side."

"your people?"

Hoffa raised his eyebrows and turned back to Tom Riddle's chair: "Wormtail?"

There was an embarrassing sound outside the door, as if something had rolled down the stairs.

Disgust appeared on Tom Riddle's face, he shook his head: "No, it's another loyal servant of mine."

He said quite confidently: ""That man is the son of the current director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch Jr., a poor fellow who was imprisoned in Azkaban by his father.

I don't care if you have heard of him or not, but you must rescue him and let him participate in your actions to ensure his safety before I successfully reincarnate, otherwise, all your demands are empty talk. "

"Hiss!" Unexpectedly, Hoffa went back again. He clicked his tongue, his heart was half cold, and there was a wry smile on his face that only he could detect. But he gritted his teeth, quickly calmed down, stood in front of Tom Riddle with a cold expression, and offered his hand.

"Okay, we've made a deal."

Looking at the palms in front of him, the sweaty Tom Riddle smiled, although his eyes were full of undisguised killing intent, at least for this second, he smiled happily.

"Hum hum"

"Hum hum"

"Ha ha ha ha."

He folded his arms and let out a sinister laugh, unmoved.

Hoffa: "What are you laughing at?"

"I thought about it, the orphanage we stayed in fifty years ago." Tom Riddle said slowly, his nostrils without wings were wide open, as if he was tasting something extremely delicious, "It's really a turn of events, Bach, you have changed."

Hoffa put away his palms, turned and left the fireplace room without hesitation, stepped over Wormtail, who was trembling at the corner of the stairs, and strode out.

Behind him, Voldemort could not stop laughing:

"You have changed, you have really changed! Hahahaha!!"

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