Water droplets were falling from the faucets, and the harsh sunlight was shining through the high skylights, forming small round spots on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief after hiding out of the sun's reach and seeing the guy who had recklessly barged into the bathroom. It's not Mance, it's Ryan.

The boy didn't die after falling into the sea.

"Ryan?"

Kylia's eyes lit up, she rushed forward, grabbed his palm, her eyes were red, and she said with joy and reproach, "Where have you been?" ”

"I fell into the sea. ”

With that, he hugged the female vampire tightly, and after a few seconds of hugging, he quickly pushed her away, and hurriedly said to Hoffa: "Quick, get out of here, Riddle, Riddle he wants to kill me." ”

"Who do I want to kill?"

The voice of the shadow came from outside the door.

Hoffa looked sideways, and there was a tall and thin figure standing outside the door, it was Tom Riddle, he was holding on to the door frame, looking much more embarrassed than the last time he saw it, his original meticulous and smooth black hair was now as messy as a chicken coop, the elegant Muggle suit was full of holes that had been burned out by the fire, and even more miserable was his arm, his left arm was bent directly into a zigzag shape from below the elbow joint, and the bare skin was mixed with sweat and blood, looking miserable. Only his eyes were still flashing with exuberant lust and unpredictable emotions.

"Yo, you're all here?"

Tom put his only movable right arm behind his back and walked slowly into the bathroom, shutting the iron door with his foot.

Even though he left no trace of his every movement, Hoffa saw a flash of green in his hand.

Mistletoe.

"What are you doing running so fast, Ryan. He asked, and walked over to the three of them.

Ryan helped the female vampire and stood beside Hoffa, like a fledgling hiding from a storm behind a cliff.

"Tom ......"

Hoffa propped himself up on the sink behind him. Although he was extremely tired at the moment, and sleepiness hit his spirit like a tidal wave, he didn't want to show weakness in front of this old friend from the orphanage.

"I saw the Muggle you were talking about. Tom held up his crooked arm, "He almost killed me." ”

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I. ”

"Yes, I'm grateful that you're so honest with me. "But my hand is broken with my wand, and I'm afraid I won't be able to help you anymore." ”

"It's okay," Hoffa pointed to the window in the ceiling behind him. "You can Phantom Shifter out of here and go to the cloud base to recuperate, and Slughorn will heal you soon. ”

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who escapes, Bach? He said slowly, getting closer and closer to the three of them, and a hint of danger permeated the bathroom, and it became more and more intense.

Hoffa put his hands behind his back, felt around and felt the switch of a faucet, he wanted to break it off and use it as a weapon, but after breaking it twice, he found that his strength was too small during the day. He couldn't even bend an iron, and what was even more infuriating was that his magic power seemed to be blocked, and his recovery speed was outrageously slow.

"You.... You..... Don't come here!" Ryan stammered, holding up his wand and pointing at Tom Riddle, who was approaching against the wall.

That's how Hufflepuff treats friends, hum, pointing his wand at his savior. Tom moved slowly and firmly, his eyes not looking at Ryan at all, but firmly on Hoffa.

"You didn't save me!" Ryan said, "I'm no different from the paper you wipe your ass toe in, throw it away when you're done!"

"Haha.haha.....," Tom laughed, "well, that's interesting, tell me who untied you when you fell into the sea, and who lifted the shield under Muggle fire in the first place." ”

"Yes..... It's you....." Ryan's wand lowered his level, and then quickly raised it again: "You...... You want to kill me and make the mistletoe turn black. ”

Tom shook his head with disdain on his face, and stood still, and now he came to the three of them, stretched out his severed hand in front of Hoffa, and showed a miserable smile on his face: "Can you help me with my wounds, Bach? ”

"Yes. Hoffa gave up the faucet, grabbed Riddle's severed hand, tore off a piece of his garment, and forcibly straightened his zigzag-shaped severed hand.

Tom didn't even frown at this inconceivable pain, he stood in front of Hoffa, watched him bandage his arm, and whispered, "Bach, kill him, and that woman." Only then will we survive. ”

His breath blew through his sideburns, without the slightest warmth. Hoffa lowered his head, bandaged his wounds, and said nothing.

"There's no other way," Tom then whispered, "physical damage means nothing to that guy, and all we can do is destroy his soul." ”

As Tom whispered, Ryan and the female vampire looked at each other and stepped back a little. Hoffa bandaged Tom's severed hand, looked him in the eye, and shook his head, "I can't do it." ”

"And what do you suggest?" asked Tom calmly.

"I'll stay here and stall, and you go back and call someone. ”

"That's not an option. Tom touched his chin and nodded, "Then do as you want." ”

With that, he pulled out the mistletoe and stabbed it heavily into Hoffa's lower abdomen, without warning. The mistletoe was stopped less than three centimeters from the lower abdomen. Hoffa grabbed Tom's wrist and gritted his teeth and said, "Is this going to kill me?"

"I thought you had grown up outside, but now it seems that you are no different from when you were in the orphanage, and you really can't change the of a dog!"

"Each other!" Hoffa stretched out his hand and pulled, and the bandage that had just been tied instantly unraveled, and in the middle of the scattering, the mistletoe was dragged out of Tom's hand by the bandage and fell into Hoffa's hands.

Holding the mistletoe, Hoffa jumped backwards.

Tom pointed with one hand, and the black mark that had been branded on Hofa's arm before turned into a dazzling red color as if it was on fire, and the heat it emitted made Hofa's bones almost melt, he covered his arm in pain and stepped back, shouting to Ryan and the vampire in the distance: "What are you doing in a daze, help me if you want to live!"

Ryan and the female vampire didn't dare to hesitate and pounced on Tom leaning against the wall.

Tom smirked, "I can't help myself!"

He then raised his wand.

However, the moment he raised his wand, the expression on his face changed again, from hideous to extremely frightened, and he looked behind Hoffa in fear, "You..... How did you get in!?"

At the first glance of his expression, Hoffa's heart fell to the bottom like a roller coaster, Mance is coming!?

He turned his head with a pale face and saw that there was no one behind him.

All he could see was his own and Ryan's and vampire's frightened faces in the bathroom mirror, and Tom's sinister sneer.

He secretly called out for a plan.

Turning his head again, Tom moved from the quiet to rushing over like a rabbit, holding Ryan's head down and slamming him against the wall. Just listen to a loud bang. As the pieces of glass shattered, Ryan fell to the ground with a bloody head.

Before the female vampire could react, Tom pulled and hooked one arm and hooked Kylia directly into his arms, without letting her make the slightest sound. He gasped so hard that the female vampire's face turned white and blue in an instant.

In the midst of the fire, control of the bathroom was back in Tom Riddle's hands.

"Give me mistletoe!!" he looked at Hoffa, strangled the vampire, and roared viciously.

"When the enemy is now, are you going to kill your teammates first?" asked Hoffa, who was also angry.

"I don't need teammates, and I don't need you pig teammates," he said, hooking the female vampire's neck, yew wand against her chin, "all of them are soft-hearted, what can you do, hurry up!

Hoffa looked at the green branch in his hand, then at the female vampire whose tongue was spitting out, and put his hand behind his back.

"Or do you want to do it yourself?" asked Tom, leaning against the wall, "and if that's the case, I'm not unacceptable." ”

He pressed his arm against the vampire's back to make her puff up her chest: "Come, hurry up, don't you want the black mistletoe, kill her and we'll have it." ”

Hoffa still didn't move.

"What are you hesitating about," Tom's expression was about to go crazy, "wait for that immortal Muggle to come and kill us, this lowly bat is going to die sooner or later, you might as well contribute to us before you die." ”

"Hoffa, don't ..... Dead people can't change anything....." said Ryan, who fell to the ground covered in blood.

"Shut up!" Tom shouted angrily, "When this is over, I'm going to cut your head open to see if it's brains or JY!"

After speaking, he turned to Hoffa again, and his tone softened a little: "What are you thinking, I don't believe you have killed people outside all these years, a vampire, don't say that you kill one of these creatures, you will kill 10,000, and others will not say anything about you, think about it, how much blood this guy has sucked up on weekdays, killing it is justice!"

Under Tom's painstaking persuasion, Hoffa finally moved, and he took the mistletoe and walked towards Tom step by step. At this moment, a strong sense of fate came to my heart.

Tom pursed his lips, sneered, and walked forward with the vampire in his arms.

Ryan stumbled up from the ground and stopped in front of Hoffa, begging, "I beg you, don't do this......"

Without saying a word, Hoffa pushed him to the ground again and stood in front of Tom. The air in the bathroom was almost frozen, and the four of them had different expressions. Tom is unspeakably ferocious, the female vampire is struggling to breathe, Ryan is desperate to get up, and Hofa is unfathomable indifference.

"Come on..... "Gillia said with difficulty as she looked at Hoffa in Tom's iron-forged arms, "what if..... If you can really avenge my family, please ....... Don't waste ......"

"See?"

Tom hid behind Kylia and smirked at Ryan, "See, your girlfriend for this one-night stand is much more conscious than you." ”

"That's enough, Tom. Hoffa's face was expressionless, and his voice was ethereal, "Actually, I have a way to kill no one." ”

"What are you thinking, inhuman power must end with inhuman power, mistletoe has to devour the soul to turn black, we have no choice. ”

"That's right. Hoffa nodded, "But did you know that there is such a person in the world who will not die even if his soul is destroyed, and that person is right in front of me." ”

The expression on Tom's face turned pale from irritable, and he saw the subtle sneer in Hoffa's eyes, and immediately understood what he was going to do.

"Bastard!" he didn't hesitate to push the female vampire forward, while he raised his wand and pointed it at Hoffa, "Die!"

Hofa, who had been prepared, jumped off the ground with a sideways step, letting go of the female vampire who had collided, and just where he was standing, countless fine black hands came out of the ground, trying to hold him back.

He came up behind Tom and raised the mistletoe and stabbed him in the lower abdomen, Tom grabbed Hoffa's arm with one hand, pressed it back, and lifted Hoffa's arm to press him against the wall.

The moment he leaned his back against the wall, Hoffa opened his mouth and spat out a trace of blood, and his face turned pale. The two were very close, and Tom noticed Hoffa's weakness, and he laughed: "Okay, okay, it turns out that you are also strong outside, and you are bluffing......"

"Yes, but I have two hands. With that, Hoffa took out a mistletoe in the same way with his other hand. That's what he brought out of the cloud base.

This time, he didn't spare the slightest hand, and put all his strength on this blow, only to see a flash of green light, and the green shoots were as hard as iron under the Transfiguration.

Poof!

There was a soft thud.

It's like a fruit knife stuck in a watermelon.

Tom tilted his head and fell to the ground on his side. Then he scrambled to his feet and leaned against the steel sink, blood running down his cheeks, over his shoulders, and down his fingertips to the ground.

His blood-stained hand touched his head, felt a sharp bulge, moved away like an electric shock, and slowly touched it again, and finally when he turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his whole body trembled.

In the mirror, he had a green branch stuck in his temple, and after sucking blood, the green branch turned from green to black at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sponge that fell into an inkwell.

"You...... ..... the," he said, looking at Hoffa in disbelief.

"Dude, don't look at me like that," Hoffa said with guilt on his face, "You killed me once four years ago, and now I kill you once, and we don't owe each other anything." ”

Thump.

Tom knelt in front of Hoffa, raised his head, stared at him deadly, and squeezed out a distorted smile on Yingting's unusual face: "Okay.... Good..... Okay, it's yours, you wait for me......"

With that, he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more sound. Little by little, blood trickled out of his head and reached Hoffa's feet, and he leaned against the white porcelain wall, clutching his chest and panting.

There was a quiet pin drop in the bathroom.

It took a moment for Ryan's trembling voice to come from Hoffa's side, "You... You killed.... He's you..... Kill the Slytherin prefect, one of Hogwarts' best students!?"

He lay on the ground, barely holding himself up, and looked at Tom Riddle's hideous expression, and couldn't say anything.

Hoffa shook his head, ran his hand over Riddle's eyes, and pulled out the mistletoe stuck in his temple, "If the best student dies like this, then you underestimate him." ”

He wiped the black mistletoe on his trouser leg, walked over to Ryan, and crouched down, "What I'm going to say to you next is very important, you have to listen to it." ”

Ryan stared at him blankly.

"From this day forward, you can't go back to Hogwarts, and if Tom Riddle sees you again, I'm sure he'll kill you, and there's nothing I can do about it. ”

"What are you talking about? ”

Ryan looked at the corpse lying on the white tiles, "Obviously... You killed Riddle, why did it become Riddle who wanted to kill me?"

As soon as the words fell, the yew wand in Hoffa's hand suddenly twitched violently, and the yew wand turned into a small poisonous snake, raising its pointed head, opening its mouth to bite Hoffa's arm.

He flicked his hand away like an electric shock and threw the little snake out, and the little purple snake immediately became thicker and larger until it turned into an eight-meter-long python, which opened its mouth and swallowed Tom's corpse, then writhed and slid towards the window, disappearing without a trace.

In this regard, the exhausted Hoffa did not have the slightest way to stop it. He rolled up his sleeves, the dark mark on his arm did not fade in the slightest, and Tom had already come into contact with the mystery of soul splitting as he expected.

An unexpected scene made Ryan not know what to say for a while, and under the continuous shock, his brain could not accept it, and he was a little numb.

"How so?" he muttered, "How so, what kind of wizards are you......"

"I can't explain it to you, it's not good for you to know too much. Hofa picked up Ryan and brought him to the female vampire Kyria, and said to her, "I'm sorry to take advantage of you, but there's only so much I can do, and if you want to live longer, it's better to keep a low profile in the future." ”

The female vampire looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, as if she was looking at an unknown creature, an alien.

"Take him away. Hoffa handed Ryan into her hands: "Get out of here, out of this city, out of this country, go as far as you can." ”

"What about you? What about you?" the female vampire said in a low voice.

"I have my own business to do, but that's none of your business. He said lightly.

"I can help you. Ryan said, "I can go back to the cloud base and have someone come and help you ......."

"There's no need anymore," Hoffa looked at the black mistletoe in his hand and shook his head, "Ryan, don't go back." If you want to help me, leaving now is the best help for me. ”

He's right. Kylia took Ryan's arm, bent down to Hoffa, bowed deeply, and after getting up, she pulled Ryan's arm: "Let's go, we're only going to hold him back here." ”

Ryan was pulled by a female vampire and turned back into the distance. "Wait a minute," Ryan said suddenly, pushing the female vampire away and hurrying back to Hoffa, "Wait a minute, I have something to say to you." ”

Hoffa looked at him curiously, only to see Ryan pondering a little, and said: "When I was in the first grade, I didn't know you, in the second grade, I admired you very much, and in the third grade, I sympathized with you, but after getting along with you, I hated you very much." ”

As he spoke, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe I never understood you, no one can really understand you, but I know that there must be something very precious hidden deep in your heart and never discarded by you." ”

Hofa's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the boy in front of him who had just met for a few days.

Ryan hugged Hoffa with open arms and whispered in his ear, "I don't understand what it is, but if you can, please don't throw it away." ”

With that, he stopped being nostalgic, let go of Hoffa, came to Gilia's side, waved goodbye to him, and disappeared with the female vampire apparition.

In the bathroom at sunset, Hoffa watched the two of them leave, and let out a long sigh, for some reason, he felt a little lost in his heart, and some indescribable feelings.

He knew he would never see these two again, a simple and somewhat stupid boy, and a dusty female vampire with quite a story. They hurried past and disappeared from themselves, just like the others they met on this strange journey. Will they be together? How long will that strange love last? Only God will know.

However, Ryan's final encouragement was like a booster that made him stand up from exhaustion, and he knew that his task was far from complete.

Lift up the black mistletoe.

An eerie black light flowed on the tender branches, like a living thing, and in it he could feel some ancient and hidden evil, a hunger that could never be satisfied.

Hunger for the soul.