A group of Slytherins roared out the door, and only Hoffa and Riddle were left in the room.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little strange and solemn.

Riddle had a clear IV tube wrapped around his arm and a thick bandage around his waist, and he glanced at Hoffa, then straightened his waist and pulled off his own IV tube.

"I hate being sick. ”

He seemed to be muttering to himself.

Hoffa didn't speak, and out of the corner of his eye turned to the bedside table, where there were pots of flowers, a drinking glass, and Tom Riddle's yew wand.

After asking for the infusion tube, the black-haired boy slowly straightened up from the hospital bed, he stood up in a blue and white striped shirt and slippers. Walk across from Hoffa.

Tom Riddle's eyes are completely black, and his hair is also completely black, and with his pale complexion, there is a strange beauty at the moment.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that he was more of an Asian than he was, even though he knew he was not of Asian descent.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Tom Riddle suddenly showed a charming smile.

"How long has it been since we've been alone? since we came back from the cave. ”

Hoffa said calmly: "You don't need to remind me in particular, I haven't forgotten. ”

"Then you're here to kill me?"

He tilted his head and interrupted Hoffa, "Before I regain my strength." ”

Hoffa shook his head and smiled, "Here, at school?"

Tom Riddle said, "We're wizards, and if we can't even do this little thing, what are we going to do with magic?"

Hoffa retracted his smile and, under Tom Riddle's watchful eye, casually walked to his bedside table, grabbed his yew wand and looked at it in the sunlight for a moment.

"No, I don't want to kill you, I think. ”

He said calmly.

"For what?" said Tom Riddle's smiling face, which instantly turned fierce.

"To prove that you're different from me, or to prove that you're a noble person. ”

Hoffa didn't speak, he lowered his wand, his face expressionless.

Riddle hung his head and looked at Hoffa with hanging eyes, his voice as hoarse as a viper's neigh.

"You know what? It makes me sick to look at you, and you think I'll be grateful to you for saving me that night?

His expression grew more and more disgusted.

Hoffa calmly picked up the kettle and filled his glass with water.

"There are so many different people in the world, Tom, and there are so many different options. ”

"Hmph, hehehe. ”

Tom Riddle sneered, "You dare to come and lecture me?"

Hoffa walked up to Riddle with a glass of water, "Drink plenty of hot water." ”

"You !!"

Riddle held up a finger and put it at the bridge of Hoffa's nose, his chest heaved violently, his eyes glowed red, and his delicate face became rough like a beast. At this second, he didn't hide his killing intent towards Hoffa at all.

He was so angry that the wound in his chest burst open, and he didn't even notice it.

And Hoffa just held the cup.

After about seven seconds of confrontation, he finally calmed down his killing intent, panted and laughed, and sneered:

"Alright, alright, we'll see, Hoffa Bach. ”

He snatched the water glass in front of him with his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out.

"I have to admit that my judgment in the orphanage is a little biased, you are different from me, you are more stupid. ”

With that, he drank the water from the cup in one gulp, and then crushed the cup.

The corners of his mouth dripped water, his palms dripped, and he sat down on the bed, and said coldly: "Say, why did you come to me?"

Hoffa sat down on the bed across from him with his pockets in his hands.

"I want to know what the man who attacked you looked like that night. ”

"What does it have to do with you, nosy idiot?" said Tom Riddle harshly.

"That's not how you talk to people out there, Tom. ”

Hoffa pointed outside and said calmly.

"Phew. ”

Riddle wiped the corners of his mouth and spat bloody phlegm, disdainful for some reason.

Then, with a hideous expression, he said: "A tall man with red eyes, wearing a suit and a crown. ”

"The Half-Human King. ”

"That's right, the half-man king in the newspapers. The fool who is going around causing trouble and is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Half-human, hum, stupid nicknames, stupid dressing, stupid behavior. ”

"Why did he shoot you?"

"Why? Need a reason, he saw me, I saw him. ”

"Who did it first?"

"Of course it's me. Riddle sneered, "Seeing that kind of person don't do anything, do you think everyone in the world is as stupid as you?"

"But he wasn't hurt. ”

"Yes, I used the Chain Charm, the Cutting Charm, the Freezing Charm, but he wasn't hurt at all, and even my Curse Spell hit him like a piece of wood. ”

Hoffa didn't speak, he thought of Barcelona when he ignored the scene of Osivia's Mind Curse.

Tom looked at the ceiling, grinned in a rare self-deprecation, and lowered his head.

"At that moment, I knew that I was not facing a person at all. ”

"Aren't they Muggles? ”

"Muggles, huh, Muggles can do this? What are you kidding, my curse is irresistible, it works directly on the soul, and anyone who is cursed by me will fall. ”

Riddle stared at Hoffa as if threatening, "But he's not, all spells mean nothing to him, I don't think he's human at all." ”

"And then he shot?"

"That's right, but before the shot he said a word, and me. ”

"What words. ”

"Run, Slytherin, he said. ”

After saying that, "he shot and deliberately missed the heart." ”

Riddle pointed to the bleeding wound in his chest.

"Deliberately?"

Hoffa frowned.

"That's right. ”

Tom's arm trembled, and the killing intent on his face bordered on madness. "He has no killing intent, no soul, nothing, he just does one thing, it's like having fun. ”

After he finished speaking, his breath was a little rapid, and then he coughed violently.

He blew his nose, and bits of blood rolled out of his nose as he coughed.

He still glanced at Hoffa vigilantly, as if he was afraid that Hoffa would suddenly pull out a knife and stab him in the stomach.

But Hoffa only frowned slightly and looked at the other party, knowing that he couldn't ask anything.

"Okay, then you can rest. ”

After saying that, he got up and walked out calmly.

At the doorway, the two stone arms that blocked the gate retracted to the ground with the arrival of Hoffa.

Just as Hoffa was about to open the door and leave, suddenly, a hint of crisis behind him suddenly alerted him.

He didn't want to turn his wand into a shield directly.

More than a dozen dangerous ice picks were blocked by Hofag and clanged to the ground.

Putting down the shield, Riddle stood in place with a yew wand in his hand, and sneered, "Still can't even put out a shield spell, Bach." ”

Hoffa didn't speak, and the shield turned into a sharp blade in his hand, and he pointed it at Riddle before striding out the door.

Bang!

After the door is closed.

Riddle kicked the opposite bed open.

Hoffa walked out of the room without squinting, and he waved his fingers.

The two female nurses outside the door who were stuck in the wall and covered their mouths were instantly relieved and fell to the ground.

The medical staff next to him gathered around and handed tissues to the two frightened nurses.

"Who's that?" the nurse asked, pointing to Hoffa's back, in horror.

"A second-grader seems to be a teaching assistant in the Transfiguration class. A nurse replied.

"It's a second-grade teaching assistant again. The female nurse looked into the ward in horror.

"Are the students of this class so terrible?"