To leave the dungeon, you have to go to the exit at the top of the buildings and leave the false sky made of magic.

At this moment, the original dungeon where the demons were dancing had been completely controlled by the wizards, and some low-level blood slaves who were addicted to blood were tied by the wizards with ropes and transported to the exit in strings.

After reaching an agreement with Hoffa, Tom didn't care if Hoffa would phantage or not, and he disappeared directly in place with a puff of black smoke.

If it was in the past, Hoffa would probably have looked so confused that he didn't even know where this guy had gone.

But now his eyes were like opening a perspective hanging, and he accurately located Riddle at the exit of the dungeon hundreds of meters away.

He was about to turn into a thunderbird and fly up, but as soon as he stepped under his feet, there was a gust of wind. He disappeared straight into place, and when he reacted, he found that he had jumped directly from the ground to the top of the church, a span of at least fifty meters, and he couldn't believe it at a speed.

He touched the hideous three-ring scar on his chest with some confusion, he didn't pay attention to it at first, but now he realized that in the night, his body seemed to have infinite vitality. It wasn't the power of magic, it was the power of pure flesh.

To test it, he bent down and looked at the sky at the top, exerting force on his legs.

Rumble!!

A hole was blown out of the roof of the building.

By the time he could see his position again, he was already at the exit.

Tom Riddle looked at Hoffa, who suddenly appeared beside him, frowned and asked, "Why don't you have magic fluctuations in your phantom shapeshift?" ”

"I ......" Hoffa rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Energy conservation and environmental protection, do you understand?"

"Sick. ”

Tom Riddle made a brief judgment and turned to leave.

"Where are you going to go after that, to continue the apparition?" said Hoffa.

"No, Muggles and wizards in Germany have a secret cooperation, and they will bombard all places where magic fluctuations are generated, and I don't want to be shot by a cannon when I move to my destination. ”

"Didn't you just apparition?"

"Bournemouth has been put under a concealment spell by the Ministry of Magic, and the Germans can't detect it here, but if you go outside, let's put your tail between your legs and be a man. He also laughed as he spoke: "I don't know this, how did you get here?"

Hoffa didn't say anything, he remembered that the first time the woman from the Ministry of Magic asked him to send Chloe, she seemed to have mentioned this stubble, but that was a long time ago.

Tom took Hoffa outside the abandoned station, where he looked up and whistled as several black, hairless beasts swirled and fell silently from the sky. They are scrawny and have wings on their backs, like a black horse that has been hungry for months.

It's Thestrals.

A magical creature that can only be seen with the naked eye after seeing death.

Tom jumped onto a Thestrals, which lifted their front hooves and flew straight upwards. Hoffa also climbed up a Thestrals, following him.

The black creature looked cool, but it was like riding on rows of raised steel spikes, and if it weren't for the locals, Hoffa would rather fly behind Riddle on his own.

"Who are those people?" asked Tom after riding the Thestrals, "those with chains." ”

"The white-robed wizard of the Church. ”

Tom replied briefly.

"Church, when did Hogwarts and Muggle churches cooperate?"

"How do I know, don't ask me, it's enough for you to remember that they're a bunch of bigoted, stubborn, stubborn ascetics. Tom said impatiently as he hurried, his attitude very bad.

Hoffa: "......"

After a while, he asked curiously, "Why aren't there any people from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Ministry of Magic?hahaha....."

Tom laughed, and when he was done, he looked at Hoffa sarcastically, "Ever since your father-in-law came to power, the entire Ministry of Magic has become a concentration camp for eating and dying, and God knows what they're doing every day." ”

Saying that, he squinted his eyes and sneered: "What, you still care, don't you want to join the pure-blood family to change your surname, oh, I'm sorry, that little girl is dead, what's her name....."

"I don't want to talk about that, Tom. ”

Hoffa said calmly, unable to see any expression.

"I really don't understand why you're coming back, isn't the outside world much more exciting than a small Hogwarts. ”

Tom didn't mean to shut up at all, this guy probably pretended to be a student in the school and suppressed it for a long time, and when he was in front of him, his mean nature was unscrupulously exposed, "Hey, let me ask you, you made a lot of gold Galleons by reselling weapons outside, right?"

"You killed your father. ”

Hoffa interrupted him with a blank face.

Tom's face immediately turned as ugly as if he had eaten, and the two of them did not speak again for the rest of the day. Thestrals ride the updraft of the night and go all the way up.

It was close to three o'clock in the morning, and they passed through the thin air to an altitude of at least five thousand meters above the ground, and here was the world of clouds, with clouds of various shapes towering like mountains in the night, and very steep.

Flying here, Thestrals didn't move. They spew clouds of white mist from their thick nostrils, and their huge chests rise and fall like bellows.

Hoffa looked at Tom and wondered what he had brought him here, but Tom pushed the Thestrals, climbed down in the air several thousand meters above the ground, and stepped on a thin cloud that only swayed up and down before holding him firmly.

"Let's go, don't go beyond the clouds. "Damn, why should I remind a birdman?" ”

Hoffa rolled his eyes and pushed the Thestrals away and stepped on the clouds. The soles of your feet feel as soft as cotton, as if you will be stepped on in the next second and let yourself fall. But it didn't wear it, and after a slight flick, it lifted him up.

Tom walked all the way into the clouds like a mountain. Outside there were dark clouds, but inside were brightly lit construction works.

If you look closer, you can see that most of them are made up of various wooden chests, and there are a lot of them. Wooden boxes were piled up on top of each other, turned into corridors, and built into buildings.

Many students in Slytherin green robes walked back and forth here, some carrying supplies, others feeding Thestrals, and others wielding wands practicing spells.

At Hoffa's feet, there were also some house-elves carrying large boxes, dexterously shuttling through the crowd, stacking the boxes neatly together to form a new corridor.

Their movements are reminiscent of ants, and at first glance this fortress in the clouds resembles a giant ant nest floating in the air.

Even though he was worried about Chloe's safety and his own fate, he was still amazed by the sight before him.

Maybe that's what Hogwarts is all about, Hoffa thought to himself, the Flying Fortress could take wizards where they wanted to go without being discovered by other rival wizards or Muggles.

After entering the cloud base, the snake-like meanness and cruelty on Tom's face disappeared without a trace, and he greeted the surrounding students with a smile, even if the elf accidentally touched him with a box, he would smile and say that it was okay.

And Huo Fa pulled the hood of the deceased's clothes from behind and put it on his head. For various reasons, he didn't want to be recognized by the people in the school for the time being, which made him feel like he had time to go back to the past, and he just didn't want to go back to the past, let alone remember the past.

He hadn't gone far when he saw a group of house-elves replace the wooden crates with steel bars on their shoulders, and they ran over in strings, methodically forming a cage of steel bars.

Further on, all sorts of creatures were locked in iron cages, either screaming or whimpering.

Among them, he saw a prostrate ghoul, a werewolf whining and whining at the railing, a sticky and wriggling Grindy Lowe, and a merfolk in the tank that slammed wildly against the glass, with its sharp teeth and porous gills. With each impact, it was stabbed by the blue spell on the glass and bounced back, but it relentless, striking again and again.

These iron cages were covered with dangerous spells, which sealed these anomalous creatures firmly in them, and when he walked to the front of the iron cage, he also saw a familiar guy.

The female vampire named Celia, the number 19 she and Ryan caught, was also locked in a cage at the moment, with a haggard and pale face, yellow hair, and slumped in the corner.

Sensing the two coming, she glanced at Hoffa and curled up on her knees.

Riddle looked at the cage in disgust, "These are all monsters we have caught from all over the UK, and if you want me to say, these things that have no experimental value at all should have been disposed of a long time ago, and it is a waste of resources to be locked up here." ”

"Then why don't you deal with it?"

"Hogwarts isn't just one house, and your redbearded dean is interested in these strange things. ”

His tone was harsh and sarcastic, revealing a deep disdain and arrogance.

Hoffa understood Riddle's disgust, perhaps in his eyes, only pure-blood wizards could be considered human, and Muggles or magical creatures in them were no different from two-legged sheep or mules in his eyes.

"Where's Ryan?"

Seeing the vampire, Hoffa remembered his cheap friend and went to deliver the letter and never returned.

"That Hufflepuff, you say?"

"That's right. ”

"Locked up, checked, I still have something to ask him. Tom Riddle stood right in front of the vampire's cage and said lightly.

The woman in the cage suddenly struggled and pounced on Tom, but the moment she got close to the steel bar, she was electrocuted back by an electric current, and her whole body trembled like chaff.

Tom glanced at her with no interest, then turned back to Hoffa: "Okay, I don't care where you heard those rumors, but if you dare to say a word in front of Slughorn, I'll kill you, you know, I will do what I say." ”

Hoffa nodded, "If you can." ”

Tom flicked his robe and pushed open the half-hidden iron door at the end of the hallway. The room was filled with smoke, and in the smoke of the smoke, Hoffa saw his former Potions instructor, Horace Slughorn, lying on a chaise longue, as fat as ever, the buttons on his chest as if they were about to be propped open by the fat of his belly. But he must have been sick, with a clear catheter in his arm, being infusioned. He looked at the ceiling with a pale face. Like a walrus that has become melancholy because of decadence.

A couple of young Slytherin girls were preparing some potions next to him, and the cauldron was boiling hot, which was the source of the smoke around him.

"Professor, who do I see?"

Tom Riddle bent over one knee on the side of the recliner and his expression became natural and elegant.

Slughorn turned his head sickly, and when he saw the young man standing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he sat up with all his might, and his stubby fingers grabbed a pair of glasses and pressed them to his face, and looked at him in surprise.

"You...!?Bach?"

He threw away his glasses, "Why are you back!? Come on, come on, come over here, let me see you." ”

Hoffa's eyes were a little sour, this old guy was a bit snobbish when he was at school, but he was still good to himself after all, although he left the school, it was not surprising that he hated the people in this school, in fact, he still missed the people and things in the school quite a lot.

He came to the chaise longue, the smoky room, all eyes on him, Slughorn's eyes were shining, he wrigged his ass restlessly and sat up from the chaise longe, his pale face bloodied with excitement. When you look at Hoffa, it's like you're looking at some rare treasure.

"Yuri, Yuri, where's my pipe?"

An older Slytherin girl who was stirring the cauldron and looked quite good turned her head and said coldly, "You can't smoke yet, Professor." ”

"Oh, damn it, you see who's coming, Yuri, can't you make me happy at this time?"

The Slytherin girl glanced at Hoffa, took out a plate of candy from a drawer, placed it between Hoffa and Slughorn, and said coldly, "Use it slowly." ”

Slughorn slammed his mouth, leaned back on the recliner like a deflated ball, and said with a desperate face, "Get out, Yuri, if I can, I'd really like to put an F on your final grade." ”

The Slytherin girl gracefully took off her mask, packed her things, and bent down to kiss Tom Riddle on the face before going out.

When there were only three people left in the room, Tom Riddle smiled and took a fine sepiolite pipe from his pocket and handed it over.

"Don't tell Yuri, Professor. He smiled naturally and funny.

Slughorn's eyes lit up, he took his pipe, pointed his stubby finger at Tom Riddle, and said dotingly, "You, you, if every Slytherin student was like you, I should be more worried." ”

After saying that, he took a puff of cigarette intoxicated, exhaled a cloud of smoke with great comfort, and finally turned around from the excitement. He leaned back in his chair and reverted back to the Slytherin headmaster,

"Tom, go get two more chairs. Slughorn called the shots.

Tom Riddle gracefully flicked his wand and conjured up two cushioned sofas. He sat down by himself, crossed his fingers, and smiled: "I want to know that Bach is here, maybe he will take on the task of searching Bournemouth, you know, we have been going to be good since we wore open crotch pants, and we can't be good friends anymore." ”

Ignoring Riddle's, he came to the recliner and held the fat professor's arm by the arm, "What's the matter, Professor, are you hurt?"

"Oh, damn monster dripping mouth, last time I was in Birmingham, I was broken by a damn black witch with a wicked spell. He puffed out a puff of smoke and lifted his robe, revealing that it was bandaged underneath and wrapped tightly around his thighs, "But the guy didn't get any favors, I turned him into a frog and locked him in a bottle." ”

After speaking, he looked Hoffa up and down quite imposingly, "What have you been doing lately? There is not a single letter, Albus often mentions you to me, and his tone is always full of self-reproach. ”

"I was running outside and usually taking on some private work, and it was difficult for me to contact the school because the lockdown was too strict. Hoffa said with a little apology: "I took the initiative to meet the professor this time, I have very important information to tell you. ”

Looking at Hoffa's serious face, Slughorn couldn't help but sit up straight. The smile on Tom Riddle's face faded, and his eyes drooped.

Slughorn didn't mean to let Tom go, Hoffa

He didn't mind the future Dark Lord hearing the ridiculous and treacherous stories he encountered.

So, by the fireplace, he cut out what had happened to Slughorn, only slightly modifying the ending of the story, and did not say anything about Mance popping himself in the chest, only that he had been knocked unconscious by him. Omit the encounter in the pool of blood later.

After that, there was silence in the room, and even the sound of smoking in the bar stopped, and it took a few moments for Slughorn to spit out a smoke ring.

Poof!

Tom burst out laughing and blew away the smoke rings:

"You mean, there was a Muggle officer who poisoned all the wizards and vampires on the German side, and that officer was also German?"

"That's right. ”

"Impossible, it's ridiculous. Tom said, shaking his head like a rattle.

"You take us for fools, Bach, how can such a thing happen if you use dim sum when you make up stories, and the vampire is poisoned?"

With that, he stood up and poured himself a cup of black tea: "No one will do anything to you, Bach, those are heinous sinners, kill them, and the Ministry of Magic will probably give you a Knight of Merlin." ”

Hoffa didn't pay attention to Tom, just looked at the Potions professor.

Slughorn had a solemn face, and after thinking for a moment, he said slowly:

"It's not impossible, vampires aren't completely immortal, and if the poison exceeds a certain dose, it does die. However, I was a little incomprehensible to me that you had the Muggle officer stabbed in the chest with a knife at all. ”

"I can't understand it either. ”

Hoffa lowered his head, touched the glass bottle on his waist with his palm, and didn't say anything about the ancient gods, he didn't want to be considered crazy, and that wasn't what he came here for, "Anyway, I don't want to be the culprit of this underground bloodbath, I really aren't." I'd like to ask Professor Slughorn to put the news on hold on to the city for the time being. ”

"That's why you came to see me. ”

Slughorn gave him a deep look, "Are you afraid of being targeted by those German wizards?"

"Yes. ”

"Actually, it's okay to admit it, Hoffa, have you considered this possibility, you go back to school, we will protect you, no one can threaten you. ”

Slughorn twisted his stomach and his eyes lit up: "If you don't like some of Albus's strategies, it's okay, I can use my connections to transfer you to our academy......."

"Ahem!"

Tom, who was drinking tea on the side, had a green face and coughed violently, and Hoffa quickly stood up and interrupted Slughorn.

"No, Professor, I have a lot of other things to do that I have to be outside to get done. ”

"Something is more important than life. ”

Slughorn took a puff of his cigarette and said dissatisfiedly: "With all due respect, you are indeed a very good wizard, perhaps one of the best among all the students I have taught, but these days, even the most talented wizards are in danger of falling, and you need to protect them, Hoffa." ”

"Is that okay, Professor?"

Hoffa didn't answer his question, just looked at him expectantly.

The fat Dean of Slytherin leaned against the fire and looked at the gray-haired boy in front of him, and after realizing that he couldn't convince him, he put down his pipe and let out a long sigh.

"It's hard, Bach. If only a pile of corpses is found, but the real culprit is not stated, then the reporters of the Daily Prophet, the spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic, and the public will not be satisfied. ”

After a pause, he said again: "Take 10,000 steps back, even if what you say is true, I will help you suppress the matter." But what about that officer, he doesn't have a long mouth, he can also go around publicizing it, saying that you killed someone. This kind of thing, one to ten, ten to hundred, in the end is true or false, no one can tell whether it is true or false. ”

"Unless...... I got him back. Hoffa said slowly.

"Get him back?"

Slughorn looked at him in surprise.

"Could it be that what you said is all true!? There really is a person who puts ..... Poisoned all the wizards and vampires?"

"That's right, he's not a wizard, he doesn't apparition, he enters the dungeon, but he can't leave the dungeon. So, he must still be in the vampire's lair, just hiding. As soon as I found him, everything was solved. ”

Huo Fa was fast: "Just give me a few days, help me, professor." ”

"You're afraid you're not going to find a Muggle to take the blame for you. ”

Tom Riddle said coldly, "This kind of thing is very despicable. ”

"I will bring him alive to you, and when the time comes, you will stab him in the chest with a knife, and you will know that what I say is true. ”

Looking at Hoffa's sworn appearance, Slughorn slowly leaned back in his chair, touched his chin and fell into thought, and after the tobacco in the sepiolite pipe burned out, he finally raised his head:

"Yes, I'll give you a week, and I won't tell anyone what happened in Bournemouth for a week, but if I can't find the killer after a week, I'll at least report it to the school, and it's not up to me to say what the people at Hogwarts will do. ”