Tom Riddle was rather stunned, and when he received the letter from the Hufflepuff students, he didn't take the task too seriously, after all, vampires were nothing to him.

However, the situation in this dungeon was very unexpected, and the most unexpected thing was the guy in front of him, who stared at the front of him, and saw his childhood orphanage opponent in this corpse-strewn place, and the other party was still bare-assed.

This strange scene even the future Dark Lord could not bear. If you think about it carefully, this guy always seems to be able to do something beyond the scope of normal people's understanding, from the first grade to the third grade, but I didn't expect that after coming out, he didn't change at all, but let himself go even more.

Hoffa held the corpse, equally shocked, looking at the guy in a dark green crisp suit behind him, he subconsciously picked up a stiff corpse and blocked it in front of him.

The guy was handsome like a model from some old fashion magazine, and he was full of information that I was at the peak of my looks.

Tom Riddle. The boss of the Snake Courtyard. He never thought that it was not Ryan who came back, but this guy. This "old friend" of his own orphanage, the future Dark Lord. This was the first time Hoffa had seen him since he was paralyzed by the curse spell in his second year.

He used to be his own confidant, he had killed his predecessor in the orphanage, and he had some kind of cooperative relationship with him, in the second grade.

However, after seeing too much life and death, he has gradually forgotten the contradictions in the school, occasionally thinks of him, and even misses him a little.

But now is not a good time to catch up, when I fell into the pool of blood, the clothes on my body were melted away by the pool of blood, and now I look as ashamed as I am, and besides, there are girls in the Slytherin crowd present. They were covering their mouths with the expressions of the performance artists.

"Yo, Tom. ”

Hofa hid behind the corpse, said hello, and moved quietly to the corner.

"Freaks. ”

Tom stared at him and squeezed a word out between his teeth. The back of his wand, holding his wand, was bruised. Even the veins in his forehead were pounding, as if just seeing Hoffa made his blood pressure rise.

"What, I haven't seen each other for more than a year, and when we meet, I look like I'm going to eat me. Hofa hid in the corner, changing the subject as he began to pick up the clothes of the hapless vampire in front of him.

Tom looked around, "So, you've killed all these vampires?"

"Don't say that, you think I'm the kind of person who kills people indiscriminately?"

"Don't think I don't know!" Tom scoffed, "In the year you have been missing, you have been selling alchemical weapons underground in France, secretly supporting various armed forces, and I will not believe you to say that you have no blood on your hands." ”

"You're pretty well-informed. ”

Hoffa put on his trousers and clothes, the original owner of which was much taller than him, and the clothes were worn on him, loose and loose, and half of his chest was exposed.

"What a big deal, are you just going to get rid of this group of people and return to England?" asked Tom.

"I ..... Never mind. ”

Looking at the slytherins' jealous expressions, Hoffa was both amused and worried. He had no way to defend himself, and Tom Riddle immediately decided that he had killed everyone present, without suspicion, but he was afraid that the other Slytherins would think the same.

Now, although he survived by luck, he has completely stepped into the trap that Mance has dug for himself. If this matter spreads, then he will definitely become the target of public criticism.

In this stormy era, this so-called "deed" is almost a fatal threat to a lonely person.

Germany is still in decline, the future of history is still shrouded in fog, and no one knows whether the world will evolve into a situation like the Castle Strangers. If those Germans knew the news, they would soon be the target of assassination and attack, and God knows if the next glass of water they drank would be similarly poisonous.

Messages must be blocked.

Soon, Hoffa identified his immediate priorities. Block the news first, and then think about defeating Mance and rescuing the nun.

"Did you bring it with Professor Slughorn?"

He asked Tom Riddle.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Tom Riddle's wand was brewing with a dangerous glow at the tip, and he looked ready to chant a spell at any moment.

"Take me to him, I have something very important to say to him. ”

Hoffa ignored the murderous intent hidden in Riddle's eyes, he was not the crazy Dark Lord of the future, and it was impossible to kill him in a grand manner. If he can convince the Slytherin Dean to help him block the news, then for at least a few years, his safety can be guaranteed, and he can continue his secret activities.

"Don't even think about it. ”

Tom Riddle refused.

"Why?"

Hoffa was stunned.

"You leave school without saying a word, and no one knows what happened to you, whether it's good or bad, which side you're on. Anyway, I don't dare to take a murderous thug to see the dean casually, you have to die of this heart. ”

He held his head high and said solemnly.

"Thugs who kill without blinking......."

Hoffa's eyes turned to his fingers, and on the ring finger of his right hand was a black ring with a crack in it, but it did not affect its antiquity and luxury.

The Soul Stone, the heirloom of the Marvolo family. One of the three holy weapons of the Grim Reaper, one of the future Horcruxes, so this guy has driven his own uncle crazy and killed his father's entire family?

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, Tom had an unfathomable smile on his face, and he opened his arms quite gracefully, "Although I don't know how you did it, but from the perspective of an old friend, I advise you that you had better get out of here immediately, otherwise, when our follow-up reinforcements arrive, you will probably be locked up by a group of terrible and verbose old men and interrogated layer by layer." As he spoke, there was a trace of hideous disgust in his eyes, "Those old guys like to torture people's moral nature the most!!"

"Tom. Hoffa sighed, "It's very complicated, it's not what you think, I need to see the Hogwarts teacher right away." ”

"So stubborn, then don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

Tom turned to the Slytherin behind him and said hello, "Go, take pictures of everything around you, and then go and tell the people in the Poseus Society to come over." The corners of his mouth went up: "Let's just say that we have found the glory of the legendary Ravenclaw, Mr. Hoffa Bach." ”

Behind him, Slytherin heard the command, and someone apparition vanished. Someone actually took out the old-fashioned camera with a wooden frame and a magnesium lamp from the Traceless Stretch Backpack and spread it out and took pictures everywhere, like a war correspondent. Tom Riddle, on the other hand, stayed where he was, watching Hoffa cautiously.

"Aren't you coming with them?" asked Hoffa.

"I looked at you, you didn't leave just now, don't think about leaving now. ”

"Will you take me back to see Slughorn?"

"You don't want to see anyone familiar, Bach, now Hogwarts, is my territory. ”

After only Hoffa and Tom were left, he no longer disguised, his delicate face became fanatical and rough, he paced in place for two steps, turned his head to look at Hoffa, "In the past, you were lucky, you had that little girl from the Drashes family to support you, and those teachers were protecting you, but now... Hmph, your friends are dead, do you think anyone cares about you, a bare-bones commander who doesn't even have a family?"

Hoffa's face turned ugly.

Tom Riddle continued: "I know, Bach, you can't be on my side. Hmph, Ravenclaw's arrogance is sometimes more annoying than Gryffindor's brainlessness, so don't expect me to do you anything. ”

"Don't you say the conditions?" asked Hoffa softly.

"What capital do you have now to talk to me about the conditions, just a minute ago, you didn't even have a piece of clothing, and you had to strip the dead of clothes to wear. ”

Hoffa stepped forward.

Tom Riddle immediately took a step back, "Stop, stop, I warn you, don't try to do anything to me, this place is about to be surrounded by our people, and it's best not to make yourself have no place in this world." ”

But Hoffa didn't make a move, he walked up to Tom Riddle, put it to his ear, and whispered, "The ring is so beautiful, it took you a lot of effort to get it." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Riddle took a sharp step back, looking at him with a ghostly expression.

Hoffa shrugged: "It's really good that your crazy uncle doesn't kill him, and I'm not afraid that he will expose your affairs?"

Tom Riddle's face gradually changed from unruly to dull, and then from sluggish to murderous stare, and he raised his wand until Hoffa, the clouds in the sky swirled and gathered in the tsunami-like magic of the mountains, and green lightning flashed in between.

As if he didn't see his threat, Hoffa continued to fold his arms: "If you want me to say, although the Riddle family is not innocent, they are not guilty of death......

"Shut up!"

Tom's chest rose and fell violently, his blood pressure rose sharply, the veins on his head suddenly jumped, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"My news is so closed, Tom, if I tell you the location of the entrance to the secret room, you must have been looking for the treasure of the great Salazar Slytherin inheritance lately. ”

"Shut up!!"

Riddle's face became even more ugly than the poisoned corpses on the ground, and he pounced desperately, covering Hoffa's ears and looking around like a thief. "One more word do you say?"

In the distance, a few Slytherins with magnesium cameras looked over curiously, as if wondering how the two men who had just been fighting were stuck together.

Hoffa was covered with his mouth covered and couldn't answer, he could only raise an eyebrow as a sign of respect.

Crackling.

Crackling.

There was another apparitional sound, and a large number of adult wizards appeared in the banquet square, most of them dressed like ordinary Muggles on the streets, some dressed like soldiers, some dressed like policemen, and some even dressed in Beatles clothes. However, among them, there were several old men dressed strangely, dressed in shabby white robes, with criss-cross chains behind their backs, and some of them were wearing heavy leg irons.

After landing on the ground, the wizards in ordinary costumes exclaimed, "Merlinbeard, what's going on here?"

Someone crouched down, probed the corpse on the ground with his hand, and exclaimed, "It's all dead, who did it?" ”

"I think they killed each other. "Some people speculate.

......

The shabby white-robed wizard did not participate in their discussion, and they immediately turned to Tom Riddle's side.

"Riddle, you said you found Hoffa Bach of Ravenclaw. One of the white-robed asked.

Tom's angry, distorted face vanished in the blink of an eye, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination, and he immediately put his arm around Hoffa's shoulders affectionately and kindly, "Look, it's like a fake. Isn't that what it is? ”

As he spoke, he also let out a long sigh and helped Huo Fa straighten his clothes: "You said you, just leave the school, and run to such a dangerous place alone, fortunately I found you, otherwise I would have been caught by those vampires, and I would have been annoyed for the rest of my life." ”

That tone, that look, as if Hoffa was his long-lost brother.

Hoffa held back the acid churning in his stomach and squeezed out a smile: "That's, if it weren't for Big Brother Riddle coming in time, I would have been sucked up by these vampires." ”

With that, the two looked at each other and smiled, tears welling up in their eyes.

Several white-robed old men with chains on their backs frowned when they saw this posture, and the first white-robed wizard asked, "Did you do it, Bach?" I've heard Slytherin just say that when they came here, you were the only one there. ”

Every fold on the old man's face was engraved with the word old-fashioned, and Hoffa didn't know what the man came from, so he immediately excused himself: "I ......"

But before he could say anything, he heard Tom say indignantly, "What do you say, Mr. Israel, I have known Hoffa for more than ten years, and he could not have done such a thing. There must be some kind of hidden meaning in this. ”

Hoffa glanced at Tom in astonishment, his eyes were as gentle as a spring in Scotland, and if he were a woman, he was afraid that he would fall for it on the spot. But he also felt that Riddle's palm on his shoulder was trembling slightly.

With disdain in his heart, he said to the white-robed wizard with a normal expression, "Yes, there is indeed a deep secret here, and I need to report it to Professor Slughorn immediately. ”

"Can't you tell us?" the white-robed old man frowned.

"I'm sorry. Hoffa shook his head, "I just returned to England, and I still want to meet my former mentor. ”

"Yes. ”

The white-robed old man was also happy, "Since it's the two of you, I won't say anything, Riddle, remember to send him safely to the Sky Island, and I'll leave it to us here." ”

With that, he returned to the crowd and instructed the wizards in all kinds of Muggle clothes to move the corpses, mark them, and pull the cordon.

When the old men scattered, no one paid any attention to them. Tom jerked Hoffa away, as if he had just touched not his shoulder, but a pile of dung. He rubbed his palms around his waist and said in a disgusted tone that only they could hear, "These old immortal ......"

Hoffa clasped his arms and sneered, "You really trust me, and you are not afraid of me suing at all." ”

"Who do you think will believe you!?"

After wiping his palm, Tom glared at him viciously: "I'll take you to Slughorn, but I warn you, don't talk nonsense in front of him, otherwise, I want you to look good!"