In the dark room, the bald boy holds a peeled apple and bends over a chair with a strange species that is crumpled like a baby.

In the corridor in the distance, Peter Pettigrew hid behind the cupboard and observed the room, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, I don't know if it was his hallucination, in front of the blazing fire, it seemed that there were not two people, but an eagle with folded wings, and a poisonous snake entrenched on the ground.

Without looking at the apple in front of him, Tom Riddle squinted his red eyes and carefully observed his old rival in front of him, and suddenly, the crumpled baby leaned back in his chair, tilted his head like Ge You was paralyzed, and said, "Get down on your knees." ”

Hoffa's brow furrowed and he didn't move, just holding the apple.

"I told you to kneel, can't you hear?"

Tom shifted his head forward and repeated, "Kneel, now." ”

Hoffa held the apple, still unmoved.

"An apple wants to buy me, do you really think I'm a baby, Bach. Tom's red eyes flashed with a playful light: "Don't you want to resurrect your little girlfriend, show some sincerity!"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow, put the apple away, and straightened up. Coming to the fireplace in the dark hall, he removed a porcelain dish from the wall and blew the dust off it.

"Tom, as much as I ask you, it doesn't mean I'm your subordinate or servant. Don't admit it, you need me, more than ever. ”

Tom Riddle sneered: "You think of yourself too much, Bach, I don't need you." ”

Hoffa placed the porcelain dish on the table, turned his fingers into knives, and cut the apple into eight slices in the saucer.

"The people in the Ministry of Magic think you're dead, but Albus Dumbledore doesn't think so, and neither do the people in the Order of the Phoenix, they'll find you and kill you. The best of your men are now watching, even betraying you, Malfoy, Karkaroff, they will eat you alive at the slightest disturbance, I believe you know better than I do. ”

The expression of the villain in the chair distorted a few times, he opened his mouth and spat out, and sneered: "You still know more than anyone else as you did in the past." ”

"Don't mind, I'll know these things after a little inquiry, and everyone in the wizarding world knows about them. As things stand, Peter Pettigrew alone won't be able to protect you. At this time, are you going to push me away because of a little ridiculous vanity?"

"They can't find me, no one can find me!" Voldemort said viciously.

"Really?"

Hoffa leaned against the brick wall of the fireplace, took a slice of apple and said, "I didn't find you." ”

"You... Ahem, ahem!" Voldemort began to cough again.

Hoffa shrugged, "There are a few people in this world who can be neutral and objective, maybe no one but Ravenclaw can, only I won't be biased against you, Tom." ”

"I don't need some bullshit to be neutral and objective, you either surrender or fuck off. Voldemort hissed, "Don't trust Ravenclaw, this is a lesson I have learned with my soul." ”

The conversation seemed to be at an impasse.

Click, click, click.

In front of the fireplace, Hoffa slowly ate the fruit.

Tom licked his lips mercilessly with pleasure, "I'll give you a minute to think, and after you've eaten that damn apple, if you don't kneel down in front of me, you're ready to kill me, hum......"

Goo.

Hoffa swallowed a slice of apple, picked up another slice lightly, and said lightly, "Gaunt's old mansion." ”

Clicked and swallowed, and picked up another piece, "Cave by the sea." ”

Every time he swallowed a piece of apple, Tom Riddle's face turned pale.

He picked up another piece, clicked and bit it off.

"Gringotts. ”

"Shut up!!"

Tom's red eyes almost cracked, and his expression sank into an indescribable confusion.

Hoffa pinched half of the apple, motionless, a small smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Impossible...... No way..... How could it be .......?"

I saw him in a cold sweat, his head bowed, and his whole body trembled like chaff, "Shut up..... Shut up!"

When he raised his head to look at Hoffa again, there was only endless killing intent and resentment in his eyes, "You!!"

Hoffa put down the apple slices and said slowly, "So, you can't talk too hard, Tom, I hate loneliness, you are afraid of death, we still have the possibility of cooperation." ”

"You, you dare, to blackmail me!?" Voldemort's tiny teeth quivered, "To blackmail the greatest in history, the Dark Mage!?"

"I don't, your life or death doesn't really matter to me, I just want to make a deal. Hoffa said calmly.

Voldemort closed his eyes, his expression was unpredictable, and he was quiet for a full three minutes before he opened his eyes and said indifferently: I don't believe any of your words, I only believe in your actions. The Philosopher's Stone is useless to me now, and I won't accept that kind of deal. ”

Hoffa shrugged: "Now we can talk." ”

"I need Harry Potter, the Gryffindor boy who was protected by Albus Dumbledore. As soon as Tom Riddle said this, the fire in the room was almost extinguished as if it had been blown by a gust of wind.

"Uh-huh. Hoffa snorted.

"Don't talk nonsense, we're not young wizards fifty years ago, you bring Harry Potter to me, bring him to me without attracting anyone's attention, and help me successfully resurrect and return to his full state, and I'll hand over Peverell's human body refining secret art to you......."

Hoffa listened to Tom's words, suddenly, he was in a trance, at this moment, a strong sense of fate came to his heart, for some reason, he seemed to feel that this scene and himself seemed to have experienced, just like when doing things in daily life, there was a sense of immediacy that this scene had happened.

It came and went as fast as it came, until Tom Riddle called out to him, "Hey, hey, are you listening to me?"

Hoffa looked up and looked him straight in the eye.

Tom Riddle emphasized, "I say I promise you a deal, but on the condition that you send the boy to me, in exchange for giving you the secret of Peverell's human forensing, and even the spell about the resurrection." ”

"Soon?"

"No, the time limit is one year, I still need to prepare the rituals, medicinal materials, and venues for resurrection, you just need to send him to me at the moment when I am ready. ”

After a pause, "Well, Wizard Legend, this kind of thing is easy for you. ”

"Yes," Hoffa's face was a little solemn, "but I also have one condition. ”

Say. ”

"I'm going to involve my people in your preparation process as well. ”

"Your people?" said Tom, shaking his head and sneering as if he had heard some great joke, "Hmph, when did the Ravenclaw eagle learn to develop his henchmen." ”

"Nicol Lemay. ”

Hoffa said calmly, "I'm going to let him come over and participate in your resurrection ceremony." ”

"Don't you think about it. ”

Tom Riddle didn't want to turn him down.

"You want to put someone next to me, you're too tender. Tom Riddle said.

"I'm sorry, Tom, but the trust between you and me isn't as strong as we thought. Hoffa didn't have much expression on his face: "I think you're going to stumble on me, so I need to find someone who knows how to keep an eye on me." ”

"Then there is no need for us to cooperate. ”

Voldemort smiled coldly, "How do I know you won't secretly do anything bad to me?" ”

The two looked at each other, and they could see the jealousy in each other's eyes.

Hoffa picked up a slice of apple again and clicked into it.

But this time, Voldemort didn't back down, he looked at Hoffa with hatred, clenched his fist that was not as big as gaowan, and sweat dripped down his crumpled face.

"Nicol Lemay must attend your resurrection. ”

Hoffa put down the apple and said, "This is my only condition, and it is also a necessary condition, and as compensation, you can also put forward your own conditions." ”

Tom Riddle's expression was as ugly as eating in the light of the fireplace, and he took a deep breath as he looked at the two slices of apples that had been eaten on the fireplace.

"Okay, okay, Mingren doesn't say secret words. ”

He squinted his eyes and said slowly, "Since you want to install people around me, then you must also have people from mine by your side." ”

"Your people?"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow and turned back to Tom Riddle's chair, "Wormtail?"

There was a rumbling sound outside the door, as if something had rolled down the stairs.

Tom Riddle shook his head with a look of disgust on his face, "No, it's my other loyal servant. ”

"That man is the son of the current Director of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch Jr., a wretched worm who was imprisoned by his father in Azkaban.

I don't care if you've heard of him or not, but you have to get him out and involve him in your actions to keep him safe until I am reborn, otherwise all your requests will be in vain. ”

"Shhh But he gritted his teeth, quickly collected his mood, stood in front of Tom Riddle with a cold expression, and took the initiative to reach out his hand.

"Okay, we're done. ”

Looking at the palm that stopped in front of him, Tom Riddle, who was covered in sweat, smiled, although his eyes were full of undisguised killing intent, at least for this second, he smiled happily.

"Hum ......"

"Hum ......"

"Hahahaha......"

He crossed his arms and let out a weird laugh, unmoved.

Hoffa: "What are you laughing at?"

"I think of the orphanage fifty years ago. Tom Riddle said slowly, his nostrils wide open, as if he was tasting something very delicious, "It's really feng shui turns, Bach, you've changed." ”

Hoffa retracted his palms, turned and left the fireplace room without hesitation, stepping over the tail of the worm that was trembling at the corner of the staircase, and strode out of the meteor.

Behind him, Voldemort couldn't stop laughing:

"You've changed, you've really changed!hahahaha!!"