399 Chapter 53, Heart

After taking several shots in a row, Tang Riddle didn't wake up. Until Hoffa squeezed his fingers and put the bottle of world blood on the table beside him. Riddle shivered for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Mimihawk?"

Half asleep and half awake, Tom Riddle shouted deliriously.

"Fuck you Mihawk, you haven't woken up from your dream?" Miller cursed.

The sound echoed in the empty and lonely church. Immediately, a large number of footsteps came from all directions. They pulled out their wands from the darkness and pointed at Hoffa and Miller.

"Hey! What are you doing? How did you get in here?"

asked the hooded original Death Eaters.

But neither Hoffa nor Miller paid attention to these minions, just staring at Tom Riddle. It took Tom Riddle a long time to fully wake up from his sleep. When he was allowed to see the person in front of him clearly, his whole body twitched several times. He almost jumped up, and screamed in his mouth: "Bach! You.!?"

"it's me."

Hoffa said indifferently, he pressed Riddle firmly on the stool, not letting him move.

Tom froze for a second, then immediately reached for the yew wand at his waist. But Miller reacted faster than him. Before Riddle could make a move, he hooked his fingers and used the disarm spell first. The yew wand flew out in a whirl, and slid far off the ground.

After the weapon was handed over, Riddle's body trembled immediately, and the Death Eaters behind him were shocked, and they shouted: "Let go of Master!"

Someone is waving a wand, trying to cast a spell.

"stop!!"

Someone yelled like this, and the person who yelled turned out to be Riddle.

I saw a smile uglier than crying on his face, and said to Hoffa: "There is something to discuss, right? Don't touch your hands."

"You're smart, you haven't compared your speed with shapeshifters."

Hoffa said: "If I wanted to kill you, you would have died countless times just now."

I don't know whether he thought of the dream just now or realized the reality, Riddle's body slowly slackened, leaned on the chair as if slumped, and said in a stern way: "Is that so, the unknown legendary master of transformation Hofferbach What's the point of coming to me? By the way, if you're looking for a half-human, then you may be disappointed, I've already sent him on a business trip."

"You sent him out? Hmph."

Hoffa sneered: "Where did you send him?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Tom Riddle curled his lips unobtrusively and muttered, with a slight disdain in his eyes.

Hoffa saw the scorn and let go.

Riddle seemed to be in a mess at the moment, but his body was tense. Seeing that Hoffa's body movements changed, he immediately screamed,

"I warn you, if you dare to hurt me! Even if you hurt me by a single hair, I will immediately lift the Slytherin curse on the half-human!!"

Hoffa froze for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped Tom Riddle on the face.

Snapped!

The crisp and sweet slap stunned Tom Riddle, as well as the Death Eaters who were watching around him. Only Miller covered his mouth and snickered, his eyes kept on Hoffa.

"You think you can scare me? Tom. Even if you release the half-human king, I will kill him." Hoffa said coldly.

Tom was dumbfounded, he stared blankly at the man in front of him. I saw him standing in the same place, but his words exuded an unimaginable spirit like a mountain.

In a trance, he already realized that the difference between himself and this classmate in the orphanage has become bigger and bigger, to the point that it is almost unimaginable. As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, he felt a sharp pain. Accompanied by a huge humiliation, he clenched his fist tightly, bit his mouth unwillingly, and hissed and whispered: "Then you are really amazing!" , Bach, I really want to see if you are bragging."

"Where did he go?"

Hoffa asked again.

"Oh, aren't you amazing?" Riddle said sarcastically, "Why would such a powerful wizard ask Shadow?"

Sensing Riddle's almost crazy killing intent, Miller slowly pointed a palm at Riddle, a terrifying wave of magic power condensed in his hand, but Hoffa pressed Miller's hand down.

"We can't kill him." Hoffa whispered.

"Why?" Miller said perversely: "I was very upset when I saw this snake when I was in school. Now look at what he has done. Killing him can be regarded as cleaning up the house."

Hoffa shook his head and said in Miller's ear: "First of all, he has more than one soul, we can't kill him. Second, I can't offend him to death, at least not now."

Miller thought of something, and slowly lowered the palm of his hand.

Hoffa looked at Riddle with disgust and sorrow, no one hated this unscrupulous and selfish man in front of him more than him. Just like Nicole May, Riddle is an important NPC in his great battle fifty years later. If he wants to ensure the stability of the timeline, he has to treat Tom Riddle the same way he treats LeMay, at least let He lived these fifty years.

He bent down and helped Riddle tidy up his messy collar.

Tom Riddle stared at him blankly, his eye sockets almost cracked.

Hoffa and him looked at each other for a moment and said: "It's so stupid, Riddle, it's so stupid, how can this be a choice made by a shrewd person like you? It's only me who works for a half-human king." Such a simple idiot will make a choice, isn't it?"

"I don't work for anyone, I work for myself, by the way. That guy you're prowling around for an adversary is just my servant. He's got my brand, the Death Eater's brand! It's him Working for me!!"

"Then tell me, who is guarding the treasure for the dragon, who is trapped in this small dark room, living in a daze, with nothing to do?"

Riddle's complexion was contorted, his chest heaved violently, and he argued ferociously, "I didn't just spend my days in a daze. I'm conducting a great experiment, Bach, an experiment that can shock the entire wizarding world! When my experiment succeeds, all People will look at me with admiration!"

"Hmph." Miller sneered from the side: "Still doing experiments, even without a crucible, Riddle, did you return all the things in the school to the teacher?"

"You don't have a place to speak here! Bitch!!"

Riddle growled.

Miller was so irritable that he pointed a finger at Tom Riddle and prepared a magic cannon to blast him into fly ash. But Hoffa immediately grabbed Miller's fingers and held him down. Now Miller was even more annoyed. He kicked away an iron frame and sat down on the face of a comatose old man.

"Great experiment, Riddle, do you mean this thing?"

Hoffa pointed to the bottle of blood of the world that was slowly simmering with lavender light on the table, and said, "Do you know what this thing is called? Do you know its purpose?"

"This is an item that can increase the spirit of a wizard. It is an item for practice. It can increase the time of spiritual practice exponentially." Tom Riddle said vigilantly. If possible, he would like to buy the bottle of treasure Hidden, but he is now trapped by Hoffa, unable to move.

Hoffa chuckled: "This is what the half-human king told you, right?"

Tom Riddle's lips twitched.

"So, have you ever asked your servant, what are these people sleeping in the church, what are they doing? Well, have you ever thought about it?"

"They are also practicing! These are a group of ascetic monks who don't eat or drink!"

"Hahahahahaha~"

Hoffa couldn't help laughing, shaking his head with laughter, so unhappy.

That laughter made Riddle even more humiliated, but he was not mediocre, and quickly deduced something unusual from Hoffa's few words. He looked at the magnificent bottle of blood of the world in his hand, and fell into thought.

After laughing, Hoffa sighed: "You can't control him, Riddle, even if he doesn't have magic power, you can't control him."

Riddle squinted his eyes in disdain. Although he had sensed that something was wrong, he still subconsciously sneered at Hoffa's words.

Hoffa asked again: "It's been so long, have you seen Grindelwald? Have you heard about him?"

Riddle's expression changed, and he said as if in a lifetime: "It seems... I haven't heard from him for a long time."

His expression changed several times, he looked at Hoffa, and then at the bottle of world blood beside him, uncertain.

Hoffa and Tom Riddle have known each other for so long, how could he not know what Riddle was thinking at this moment, so he said: "Don't worry about me, Tom, you understand me, I don't have the ambition to rule the world, and I don't care Who rules the world."

"Then why are you looking for Sylby?" Riddle asked, "If you really don't care."

Hoffa glanced at Miller, who was sitting irritably by the side. After merging with Miller once, and experiencing those memories and emotions, some of the boundaries deliberately kept by him began to blur at this moment, and some voices that he repeatedly denied gradually disappeared. .

"My wife was taken by Sylby."

Hoffa said softly.

Although the voice was extremely soft, it fell on Miller's ears. His whole body was struck by lightning, his irritable expression turned into a dull one in an instant, and he sat on the shelf blankly with a pale face.

Even Riddle was startled. The future Dark Lord couldn't help being gossipy, "You? Have a wife? Who are you talking about? Could it be that man named Goshak?"

Miller on the side lowered his head and tightened his palms on his knees.

Hoffa didn't deny it, he nodded: "Yes, I'm going to rescue her."

"Hahahaha." Riddle laughed loudly, and while laughing, he rarely swears, "You XX like this, Bach, rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, you two soak together, and if one dies, replace the other .Is there a problem with my brain? Is there a problem with my brain? You see, I often feel that my spirit is not stable these years, but even so, I have not given up my pursuit of power because of women."

Hoffa could bear Riddle's vicious sarcasm, but Miller couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up with a grim expression and walked towards Tom Riddle. But after being glanced at by Hoffa, he stopped abruptly, stood where he was, and didn't move.

Riddle stopped laughing, looking at the strange tattooed woman, very vigilant.

Hoffa: "Maybe I'm out of my mind, but everyone has their own preferences, Riddle. I want a wife, and you want power. Isn't this a very simple cooperation?"

Riddle still did not agree, he was still hesitating.

"Riddle, it's not that I look down on you. What's the point of working for others? Your subordinates kept calling you by the Dark Lord, but the Dark Lord came to Genoa to watch a group of Muggles. Heh, what kind of Slytherin are you?" "

"Don't teach me how to do things!!"

Tom growled, "Which onion are you?"

Hoffa shut up wisely.

"Tell me what these Muggles do, and I'll tell you where that old cripple went." Riddle said loudly, as if ordering Hoffa. But Hoffa knew that Riddle had compromised, and he just didn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates.

"These people are the half-human king's fund pool and his assets. Each of them is a former billionaire. It's just that they are all old, and the old ones are dying.

In order not to die, they have to use other people's organs here to maintain their own lives, and in order to suppress the repulsion and make their lives rich and colorful. They chose the product of the half-human king, which is the bottle you have here called lavender. Guess what a price these people pay to prolong their lives? "

Tom Riddle asked: "What a price."

"One hundred million pounds." Hoffa said slowly, "Every year."

Tom Riddle froze.

Hoffa smiled, taking advantage of the situation to add fuel to the fire.

"I don't think that servant of yours has honored you much."

Crash! !

The table was overturned, and the crystal clear blood of the world fell to the ground and shattered.

Tom Riddle roared angrily: "You old bastard, how dare you lie to me!! How dare you lie to me!!"

Roaring and roaring, he realized something again, and immediately looked around, his nose wings opened, and his breathing almost stopped for a while.

what is this? ?

He didn't realize it until now. At this moment, he is sitting in a huge treasure mountain, surrounded by wealth in all directions, but he doesn't know anything about it. If he gathers all these wealth, if he holds all these resources in his hands, then how much he can do! ?

"Tom, Tom."

Hoffa reminded him a few times in a cold voice beside him.

But at this moment, Tom Riddle was already immersed in crazy fantasies, and ignored Hoffa's words. Hundreds of billions of wealth are at his fingertips, he couldn't stop licking his lips, his face showed the ecstasy of a beast from time to time, this ecstasy was exactly the same as when he saw other children's treasures in the orphanage.

"My Lord Dark Lord, I have done my part, how about you?"

Hoffa said coldly.

"Hogwarts has been ruined, and so has Beauxbatons. Where else do you think he can go?" Tom Riddle said impatiently, "He went to Durmstrang."

"You sent him?"

Tom Riddle didn't say a word. He looked at these densely packed iron frames and almost laughed out loud. If it was him, he wouldn't put these old Muggles here and squeeze them slowly. If it were him, he would just take the money away and leave nothing behind! !

Hoffa's eyes gradually became a little sharper, and he said to Miller: "Let's go, there is no point in staying here, and burn these drunken and dreamy guys before you go."

Miller couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his arms directly, and the raging flames spurted out from Miller's palms, roaring and sweeping through the church, burning the dark church red.

The raging fire devoured those old men, and also devoured Riddle's magnificent fantasy.

In the heat, Riddle desperately reached out to grab Miller: "I'll kill you!! Bitch!!"

But Hoffa pinned his shoulders, holding him back.

Riddle's heart was about to bleed, he growled and shouted at his subordinates: "Trash! What are you still doing in a daze! Do it!! Stop her!!"

It's a pity that his subordinates didn't dare to move when they looked at the girl who spewed out huge fire without using a wand, and at the boy holding the sword who was motionless like a mountain.

Countless old men were burned to ashes in the flames, and the ashes danced wildly in the hall along the statue of the Nightmare God. Riddle looked at the ashes, shaking uncontrollably all over his body. He groaned in extreme pain: "What did you do. What did you do. What did you do. Hofbach, these are resources! These are powers ah!!"

Hoffa looked at Riddle's distorted face due to anger and unwillingness, and a trace of sentimentality welled up in his heart for no reason. He hadn't had a cold or sorrow for many years, but at this moment, at this second, Hoffa suddenly had a glimmer of understanding in his heart. He knew that this might be the last time he saw Tom Riddle.

True, if the timeline does not change, fifty years later, he will meet Riddle again and trample one of his clones to death. But... for Hoffa at this moment, it is not his future, but his past.

In his vision of the future, there was no Riddle, no Voldemort, and he neither wanted to see this person in the future nor to have anything to do with him. The intersection of their fates will come to an end here. In this situation, even in the face of this man, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of compassion in his heart.

"Tom." Hoffa looked at the raging fire with some sadness, and said softly: "Power is not everything, and power is not everything. Wizards must understand this, and people must understand this. Otherwise, it will be very pitiful."

"You are teaching me how to do things, Hoffa Bach, are you teaching me how to do things!?"

Riddle beat his chest and roared at him angrily: "You burned my property, killed my property, and you still teach me how to do things! You still want to teach me how to do things!!?"

Hoffa looked at Riddle's face in agony, at the twisted water droplets evaporating from his fiery eyes, moved his lips, and finally said, "Leave ten for him, Miller."

Miller was taken aback. He didn't know why Hoffa made this decision, but he still put away one finger. In the sea of ​​fire, the old man in the ten corners was not affected.

At this moment, Tom Riddle couldn't help being stunned, the angry and distorted expression on his face froze, he looked at Hoffa standing in front of the raging fire, he didn't know what to say, he was a little dazed for a while.

This has completely exceeded his expectations. He hates Hoffa, hates Hoffa, and wants to kill Hoffa, but he also vaguely knows that Hoffa's actions are completely reasonable. But he hadn't expected Hoffa to keep ten of them. Ask yourself, if you change positions, he, Tom Riddle, will never keep ten.

Hoffa looked at Tom Riddle with a changeable expression, heaved a long sigh, couldn't help but shook his head and said, "You can do it yourself, Tom."

After speaking, he took Miller and disappeared into the sea of ​​flames.

Only Tom Riddle and a group of Death Eaters were left standing by the fire, dumbfounded.