The Minister for Magic stood in the doorway for a moment, then glanced at Dumbledore, as if exchanging opinions.

Then, the Minister of Magic, wearing a scarf, walked in first.

For some reason, at this moment, Hoffa saw Dumbledore at the door of the ward give him a pleading look, which made Hoffa a little incomprehensible.

The Minister of Magic sat down first, then crossed his legs and sat on the opposite hospital bed with his fingers crossed, smiling at Hoffa.

For some reason, his gesture always reminded Hoffa of the last time he visited Riddle.

"Minister. ”

Hoffa nodded politely at him.

After all, he was the most powerful man in the entire British wizarding world, and he didn't want to lose his manners.

"How's your body recovering?"

He asked with a smile.

OK. Hoffa smiled cautiously and politely.

"Thank you for your concern. ”

He smiled on the surface, but he couldn't figure it out inside, why did the Minister of Magic come to see him, this guy, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

"Ah, don't be inhibited. ”

The Minister of Magic waved his hand, put his hand on his chest, and actually pulled out a spherical chocolate with flowers tied with it, and handed it to Hoffa.

"Speaking of which, I used to be a Ravenclaw graduate, and I remember that my dean at that time was Professor Adbay. ”

"Ah, thank you. ”

Hoffa smiled and took the spherical chocolate, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The Minister of Magic seemed to be a good man, but when he thought of Dumbledore's pleading eyes, he always felt that things were not so simple.

Leonard Munn said: "People in the school have been talking about you lately, and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet has approached me many times in the hope of getting the hero in the newspaper, but I have suppressed it. ”

"Uh......"

The minister straightened his collar and shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back in his chair.

The editors-in-chief were curious about how the explosion happened and how it was stopped by a magical student. ”

As he spoke, he also pulled his finger on the sky, gestured, made a headline gesture, and said with a smile:

"I think if I let go of my mouth a little bit, you're going to be a big star. ”

Hoffa faintly felt something, so he whispered, "Mr. Minister, if there is anything you want to ask, just ask directly." ”

"Ah, as a Ravenclaw student, it's comfortable to chat. Leonard Spencer Munn nodded, sat up a little straighter, and lowered his voice:

"That's right, I'd like to know more about the Centaur King. And who exactly he is. ”

When the Minister of Magic said this, his whole aura suddenly sharpened, and he looked at Hoffa without blinking, his fingers crossed on his knees.

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of Dumbledore's pleading eyes.

The intention of this senior Ravenclaw, he definitely did not visit his junior as an ordinary Ravenclaw.

This made Hofa's mouth a little bitter, how did Dumbledore send this hot potato to himself. Or is it that his current lack of prestige does not prevent the minister from visiting.

If it had been a month ago, Hoffa would have happily brought the Centaur King to justice and handed it over to Azkaban, to the Wizengamot, or to the Ministry of Magic. He is also happy to find out the identity of the Half-King and let others help solve the problem.

But now, at this juncture.

Sylby's true identity, how could he say it. Principal Dupet, who was suspected of being a half-king, was dragged to Azkaban and closed for three months, during which the school was on the verge of closure.

If the Minister for Magic knew now that the first Headmaster of Hogwarts was still alive and a true madman, what kind of impact would that would have on the school, Hoffa didn't know.

He has little political acumen and little negotiation experience. But he knows that there are too many people with other intentions in this world, and there will never be a shortage of those who think they are standing on the moral high ground and playing on the topic.

At this moment, Hoffa fell into the exact opposite predicament of Harry Potter in later generations. Harry Potter tried his best to let others know the truth, but he ......

Is it to let the school just get out of one scandal and then fall into another, bigger scandal?

Fame, justice.

School, the world.

These things weighed on his heart, so that he couldn't speak, couldn't say it at all.

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak for a while, Leonard Spencer Muen said softly, "It's okay, kid. These things have nothing to do with you, you've done a good job.

Tell me who the demi-king is, so that we can get him back at the Ministry of Magic, are you right?"

Hoffa opened his mouth.

"Uh......"

After hesitating, Hoffa said with some difficulty: "Uh...... I don't know, why did you come to ask me......"

In other words. The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, and he reversed his legs and moved closer.

"If you don't tell us who he is, we won't be able to award you, Merlin's Medal of Honor, the Royal Medal of Honor. Isn't that right? We can't say you've defeated an unidentified enemy. ”

"I didn't beat him. ”

Hoffa said.

"The public doesn't care, the public just needs positive energy. You're a Ravenclaw, you should understand. ”

Hoffa was silent.

After a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't know, Minister. Ask Dumbledore, he's a professor and he knows more than I do......"

"You know, huh?"

The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, and at this moment, his aura began to climb. "Until the moment before he disappeared, he was fighting with you. ”

Hoffa shook his head and whispered, "I don't know, why did he come to me?"

"Then why do you think he's looking for you?"

"Probably...... Maybe it's not nice to see me. ”

Hoffa said.

"He's connected to this school, isn't he?"

The Minister of Magic said sharply, "I saw that he was destroying this school with hatred that day, tell me, why?"

Hoffa was silent for a long time, and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry, minister, I really don't know how to answer your question. ”

The Minister of Magic laughed, a smile that was inexplicable.

Then he straightened up and looked at Hoffa condescendingly: "Indulgence in criminals is not the embodiment of a good Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach. You are still young and should recognize your path. ”

Hoffa lowered his head, unable to see his expression.

The Minister of Magic stood there and waited for a moment, but Hoffa just kept his head down and said nothing.

"Even if there is nothing?"

"Hmm. Hoffa lowered his head and didn't look at him.

Leonard Munn shook his head in disappointment, ready to turn away. At the moment when he turned around, he seemed to think of something again, and he said lightly:

"Oh, yes. When Duppet was in Azkaban, he asked me to give this to you, and although he came out, I thought it would be better to fulfill his promise by the way. ”

With that, he pulled out a thin cardboard box from his cuff and threw it to Hoffa.

Then he did not look at him again, and strode out the door.

Opening the door, Hoffa saw Dumbledore outside the door nodding slightly to him, closed the door, and left the hospital room with the Minister of Magic.

I looked at the inexplicable extra box in my hand.

Hoffa leaned back on the pillow and let out a long exhale, shaking his head.

Sylby was completely transformed into a sword of Damocles, hanging high above it. Not only his terrifying strength, but also his extremely sensitive identity.

In this turbulent era, Hoffa really feels the difficulty of life, with all kinds of choices in front of him, and sometimes he knows that it is the wrong decision, but still does it. The taste of it is really not enough for outsiders.

After being depressed for a while, Hoffa opened the small box given to him by the Minister of Magic, and inside was a thin manual.

When I opened it, it read on the title page.

[François Lebrun.] This book is a study notebook from 1879 to 1890. 】

Hoffa was stunned, François Lebrun ...... Isn't this the maker of your own magic watch?

When I opened it again, I saw that the parchment page was densely packed with many circuit diagrams, some muscle anatomy diagrams, and dense explanatory text.

Hoffa's pupils shrank, and this ......

It turned out to be a note on the construction technique. Take notes on the Half-Man King's crafting techniques.

What does this mean by Principal Dippert?

......

......

On the other side, on the shores of the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts.

A full moon slowly rose again over the distant Scottish hills, and the breeze blew the ground after the explosion, and even after such a frantic battle, the vegetation on the ground still grew unyieldingly.

On the rocky floodplain by the lake, Tom Riddle is still in a wheelchair, motionless looking at the moon in the distance, his eyes as dark as gray.

He'd been sitting like this all day.

Or even a month.

Behind him, stood a tall Slytherin girl with blond hair, blue eyes, and a few small freckles on her fair face.

Looking at Tom Riddle in a daze, she whispered with some hesitation, "Tom, it's time for us to go back." ”

"Quiet. ”

Tom Riddle said indifferently, his eyes unblinking and looking into the distance.

"It's getting late. ”

The girl bent down and whispered softly.

"Go back yourself. ”

"Tom ....."

Tom Riddle was still stunned to look into the distance, his young and delicate face was full of waves, and he didn't seem to hear the shouts of the people around him.

"Tom......?"

"Don't call me Tom!!"

Tom Riddle roared abruptly, his eyes glowing red, and his expression suddenly hideous.

The girl was startled and unconsciously took two steps back.

Tom Riddle was startled, and randomly quickly reined in his nervousness, and the facial features on his face became soft and delicate again.

"I'm sorry, you can go back first. I can myself. ”

The Slytherin girl looked at him in a daze, and barely squeezed out a smile from the corner of her mouth: "Okay...... All right. ”

After saying that, she silently stepped back and left, and after watching her walk away, Tom Riddle in a wheelchair suddenly began to gasp and began to tremble.

An image suddenly flickered into his brain.

......

A man flew through the sky, he roared, and countless towers collapsed with his rage.

......

The picture cut off, and he suddenly covered his head heavily, and his fingers trembled like a Parkinson's patient.

He gritted his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat.

Memories flashed back, and images of that night streaked across his brain like mottled shards of glass.

Man walking in magma.

A huge bloody eye pattern on the ground.

A spell that slams the tower in half.

The earth-shattering roar, the shield in the sky.

All of them were stimulating his mind, and the mixed emotions made him feel like a knife, which was not the emotion he should have, as if an invisible black line was bound to his spirit, trying to pull him down. Fall, fall.

Weak...... Strength...... Death.......

Strength......

He finally couldn't take it anymore, and he rolled over and rolled out of his wheelchair and fell to the ground. Trembling fingers gripped the grass on the ground. He gasped heavily, saliva dripping on the grass, his forehead pressed against the ground, fists pounding.

Strength!

Damn it!

......

......

......

......

As if he heard his summons in the dark, there was a little sound of water in the black lake in the distance, and he saw that there seemed to be a figure on the lake in the distance.

You can hear the subtle singing in your ears.

The song was so ethereal, so melodious, and so powerful that it could reach the soul, that it made him tremble.

He looked up, his mind deep in the song.

He began to crawl hard...... Little by little, little by little, I crawled over.

The figure of a wonderful man, lying sideways on a raised reef in the middle of the lake, wearing a crown, chanting to the moon, her voice with a little sadness and nostalgia.

After noticing that someone was coming, she glanced at it lightly, and then jumped into the black lake and disappeared without a trace.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Tom Riddle lay on the rocky floodplain for a while, and then he came back to his senses, and he wanted to retreat away from the pebble floodplain by the lake.

But when he retreated, he touched a strange thing, which had a strange texture in his hands, and when he picked it up, it was actually a slightly soaked page.

The pages had been soaked for a long time, and the explosion had been so disorganized that they were almost falling apart. But the ancient material was not paper, and the words on it had not faded in the slightest.

Eternal Life: Split Soul

Eternal life......?

He turned the page, only to look at it a few times, and then he shuddered. The book fell back into the lake. He staggered back on his legs, his eyes wide open, and he could barely breathe.

He collapsed in the distance for a few moments before he came to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and crawled back back with a pale face as paper.

He looked around like a marmot, but there was no one in sight, only the sound of rushing water on the black lake, and the sky was only a round moon.

He stretched out his hand and froze, touching the book as if he were touching a goddess.

Randomly, he grabbed the book, clutched it, and his face changed several times.

Eventually, he took a deep breath and turned the page.

Meticulously take in the ancient circles and words above.

Looking at it, Riddle had a smile on his face, his eyes were red, his breathing was getting heavier, the light on his face was more dazzling, and his chest was heaving violently, violently.

Finally, he grabbed the page, collapsed on the rocky floodplain, and looked up at the sky, revealing a silent laugh.