After several consecutive shots, Tang Riddle did not wake up. That is until Hoffa pinched his fingers and placed the vial of the blood of the world on the table. Riddle shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

"Mimihawk?"

Half-asleep, Tom Riddle shouted in a daze.

"you Mihawk, haven't you woken up yet?" Miller yelled.

The sound echoed through the empty church, and at once a large number of footsteps came from all directions, drawing their wands from the darkness and pointing them at Hoffa and Miller.

"Hey, what are you doing, how did you get in?"

The hooded First Death Eaters asked.

But neither Hoffa nor Miller cared about the minions, just staring at Tom Riddle. It took a while for Tom Riddle to fully wake up from his sleep, and when he saw the person in front of him, his whole body twitched up and down several times, and he almost jumped to his feet, and screamed loudly, "Bach!

"It's me. ”

Hoffa said lightly, and he pressed Riddle firmly against the stool, not letting him move.

Tom froze for a second, then immediately reached for the yew wand on his waist. But Miller was quicker than him, and before Riddle could make a move, he hooked his fingers and used the disarming charm first. The yew wand spun and flew out, sliding far off the ground.

Riddle's body trembled as the weapon was confiscated, and the Death Eaters behind him were shocked, shouting, "Let go of the master!"

Someone waved a wand and tried to cast a spell.

"Stop!!"

Someone shouted like this, and it turned out to be Riddle.

I saw a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and said to Hofa: "There is something to discuss, right? ”

"You're smart, you don't compare speed with the shapeshifter. ”

Hoffa said, "If I wanted to kill you, you'd have just died countless times. ”

I don't know whether he thought of the dream just now or recognized the reality, Riddle's body slowly relaxed, leaned back in the chair as if it was rotten, and said in a disobedient manner: "Yes, why did the legendary Transfiguration Master Hofabach come to me? By the way, if you are looking for a half-man, then you may be disappointed, I have already sent him on a business trip." ”

"You sent him out? ”

Hoffa scoffed, "Where did you send him?"

"What does it have to do with you?" said Tom Riddle, pouting imperceptibly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Hoffa saw the disdain and let go of his hand.

Riddle seemed to be struggling at the moment, but his body was tense, and when he saw that Hoffa's body movements had changed, he immediately screamed,

"I warn you, if you dare to hurt me, even if it hurts me even a hair, I'll instantly lift the Slytherin curse on the half-man!!"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped Tom Riddle in the face.

Syllable!

A crisp and pleasant slap stunned Tom Riddle and blinded the onlookers. Only Miller covered his mouth and snickered, his eyes fixed on Hoffa.

"You think you can scare me? Even if you release the Centaur King, I will kill him. Hoffa said coldly.

Tom was dumbfounded, he stared blankly at the man in front of him. I saw him standing in place, but his words exuded an unimaginable spirit like a mountain.

In a trance, he had realized that the difference between himself and his classmate from the orphanage had become more and more unimaginable. As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he felt a tingling pain, accompanied by great humiliation, he clenched his fists tightly, bit his mouth unwillingly, and hissed: "Then you are amazing, Bach, I really want to see if you are bragging."

"Where did he go?"

Hoffa asked again.

"Oh, aren't you great?" said Riddle sarcastically, "why would such a powerful wizard ask about the shadows?"

Sensing Riddle's almost crazy killing intent, Miller slowly aimed one palm at Riddle, and the terrifying magic fluctuations in his hand were condensed, but Hoffa pressed Miller's hand down.

"We can't kill him. Hoffa whispered.

"Why?" Miller said perversely, "I was very upset with this snake when I was at school, and now look at what he did, killing him is a way to clean up the portal." ”

Hoffa shook his head and whispered in Miller's ear, "First of all, he has more than one piece of soul, and we can't kill him. Secondly, I can't offend him to death, at least not yet. ”

Miller thought of something, and slowly lowered the palm of his hand.

Hoffa looked at Riddle with disgust and sorrow, no one hated the unscrupulous and selfish man in front of him more than him. It's just that like Nicola Lemay, Riddle is an important NPC in his big war fifty years later, and if he wants to keep the timeline stable, he has to treat Tom Riddle like he treats Lemay, at least to let him live through those fifty years.

He bent down and helped Riddle straighten his messy collar.

Tom Riddle stared at him blankly, his eyes almost splitting.

Hoffa looked at him for a moment and said, "How stupid, Riddle, how can a shrewd person like you make a choice? Working for someone like a half-man king is a choice that only a simple fool like me would make, isn't it?"

"I don't work for anyone, I work for myself, by the way. The guy you see as an adversary is nothing but my servant. He's got my brand, the Death Eater's brand! He's working for me!!"

"Tell me, then, who is guarding the treasure for the dragon, and who is trapped in this dark room of less than an inch, drowsy and confused. ”

Riddle's face was distorted, his chest rose and fell violently, and his expression was fierce and defensive: "I didn't live in a mess, I was doing a great experiment, Bach, enough to shock the entire wizarding world!

"Hmph. Miller sneered on the side: "Still doing experiments, not even doing experiments without a crucible, Riddle, did you return everything in school to the teacher?"

"There's no place for you to talk here!!"

Riddle growled.

Annoyed, Miller raised a finger to Tom Riddle, ready to blast him into ashes with a magic cannon. But Hoffa immediately grabbed Miller's fingers and pressed him down. Miller was even more annoyed by this, kicking open an iron frame and sitting directly on the face of a sleeping old man.

"Great experiment, Riddle, do you mean this thing?"

Hoffa pointed to the vial of world blood on the table, which was slowly glowing with a lilac light, and said, "Do you know what this thing is called?

"This is an item that can increase the spirit of wizards, and it is an item for cultivation. It can increase the time of spiritual cultivation by a geometric exponential. Tom Riddle said vigilantly, he would have liked to hide the bottle if he could, but he was now trapped by Hoffa, unable to move.

Hoffa chuckled, "That's what the Half-King told you, didn't you?"

Tom Riddle's lips twitched.

"So, did you ask your servant, what are these people sleeping in the church, what are they doing? Well, have you thought about it?"

"They're practicing too! It's a bunch of dervishes who don't eat or drink!"

"Hahahahahaha~"

Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head and shaking his head with laughter, so unhappy.

The laughter made Riddle even more humiliated, but he was no mediocre, and soon deduced something unusual from Hoffa's words, and he looked at the bottle of magnificent blood of the world in his hand and fell into thought.

After laughing, Hoffa sighed, "You can't control him, Riddle, even if he doesn't have magical powers, it's not something you can control." ”

Riddle squinted his eyes in disdain, and although he had sensed that something was wrong, he subconsciously scoffed at Hoffa's words.

Hoffa asked, "Have you seen Grindelwald after all this time?" have you heard of him?"

Riddle's face changed, and he said as if he had been in a different world, "It's like, I haven't heard from him for a long time."

His expression changed several times, and he looked at Hoffa, and then at the bottle of world blood beside him, cloudy.

Hoffa and Tom Riddle have known each other for so long, how could they not know what Riddle was thinking at the moment, so he said: "You don't have to worry about me, Tom, you know me, I have no ambition to rule the world, and I don't care who rules the world." ”

"And what are you doing with Sylbie?" Riddle asked, "if you really don't care." ”

Hoffa glanced at Miller, who was sitting on the side irritably, and after merging with Miller's spirit once, after experiencing those memories and emotions, some of the boundaries that he deliberately kept began to blur at this moment, and some of the voices that he repeatedly denied gradually faded away.

"My wife was taken by Sylby. ”

Hoffa said softly.

Although the voice was extremely soft, it fell on the ears of Miller on the side, and his whole person was like a lightning strike, his irritated expression turned into a dull in a blink of an eye, and he sat on the shelf with a pale face.

Even Riddle was shocked, and the future Dark Lord couldn't help but feel a little gossip, "You have a wife? Who are you talking about, is it the man's wife named Goshak?"

Miller on the side lowered his head and tightened his palms at his knees.

Hoffa didn't deny it, he nodded: "Yes, I'm going to get her out." ”

"Hahahaha. Riddle laughed, laughing and rarely bursting into foul language, "You XX good mouthful, Bach, rabbits don't eat the grass by the nest, you two soaked together, and one died for the other." Is there a problem with my brain? Is it a problem with my brain? You see, over the years, I often feel that my spirit is not stable, but even so, I have not given up the pursuit of power because of women. ”

Hoffa could tolerate Riddle's vicious taunts, but Miller couldn't stand it any longer, and he stood up with a grim face and walked towards Tom Riddle. But after being glanced at by Hoffa, he stopped abruptly and stood still.

Riddle stopped laughing and looked at the strange tattooed woman, very wary.

Hoffa: "Maybe I'm not in my right mind, but everyone is good, Riddle. I want a wife, you want power, isn't that a very simple cooperation?"

Riddle still didn't agree, he was still hesitating.

"Riddle, it's not that I look down on you, what's the point of working for someone. You keep calling the Dark Lord you, and the Dark Lord comes to Genoa to see a bunch of Muggles, heh, what kind of Slytherin heir are you?"

"Don't teach me to do things!!"

Tom roared, "Which onion are you?"

Hoffa was amused, shut up.

"Tell me what these Muggles do, and I'll tell you where that old cripple has gone. Riddle said loudly, as if to order Hoffa. But Hoffa knew that Riddle had compromised, and he just didn't want to lose face in front of his men.

"These people are the half-king's pool of money and his assets, and each of them is a former billionaire. It's just that they are all old, and the old ones are dying.

In order not to die, they have to use other people's organs here to sustain their own lives, and in order to suppress the effects of rejection and enrich their lives. They opted for the product of the Demi-King, which is the bottle you have in hand called lilac. Guess how much people are paying to keep their lives going?"

Tom Riddle asked, "How high the price." ”

"100 million pounds. Hoffa said slowly, "Every year." ”

Tom Riddle was stunned.

Hoffa smiled and took advantage of the situation to add fuel to the fire.

"I suppose your servant didn't honor you a few dollars. ”

Crash!!

The table was overturned, and the crystal clear blood of the world fell to the ground and shattered.

Tom Riddle roared angrily: "Old bastard, you dare to lie to me!!You dare to lie to me!!"

Roaring and roaring, he realized something again, and suddenly looked around, the wings of his nose opened, and his breathing almost stopped for a moment.

What is this??

He didn't even realize it until now. At this moment, he is sitting in a huge treasure mountain, full of wealth on all sides and he doesn't know anything, if he gathers all these wealth, if he holds all these resources in his hands, then how much can he do!?

"Tom, Tom. ”

Hoffa reminded him in a cold voice beside him.

But at this moment, Tom Riddle was already immersed in crazy fantasies, ignoring Hoffa's words. With billions of billions of riches at his fingertips, he licked his lips incessantly, and from time to time his face flashed with the ecstasy of a beast, the same ecstasy he had seen when he saw the treasures of other children in the orphanage.

"Lord Dark Lord, I've finished my part, what about you?"

Hoffa said coldly.

"Hogwarts is ruined, Beauxbatons is ruined, where else do you think he can go?" said Tom Riddle impatiently, "He's gone to Durmstran." ”

"You sent him?"

Tom Riddle didn't say anything, he almost laughed out loud as he looked at the dense iron frames. If it were him, he wouldn't have put these old Muggles here, squeezing them slowly, and if it was him, he would have taken the money directly and left nothing!!

Hofa's eyes gradually became a little sharp, and he said to Miller: "Let's go, there's no point in staying here anymore, burn these drunken guys before you go." ”

Miller couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his arms directly, and the fierce fire erupted from Miller's palm, roaring and sweeping through the church, burning the dark church to a fiery red.

The raging fire consumed the old men, and it also consumed Riddle's magnificent fantasies.

In the heat, Riddle desperately reached out and grabbed Miller: "I'll kill you!!slut!!"

But Hoffa held him down on the shoulder, keeping him from moving.

Riddle's heart was bleeding, and he roared at his men, "Waste! What are you doing!

Unfortunately, his men looked at the girl who spewed out a huge fire without using a wand, and they didn't dare to move when they looked at the sword-wielding boy who was motionless like a mountain.

Countless old men were burned to ashes in the flames, and their ashes danced wildly along the hall along the statue of the Nightmare God. Riddle looked at the ashes, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he wailed in agony: "What are you doing, what are you doing, what have you done, Hofabach these are resources! These are powers!!"

Hoffa looked at Riddle's face distorted by anger and unwillingness, and a trace of sentimentality welled up in his heart for no reason. He hadn't had a cold or sad autumn for many years, but at this moment, at this second, Huo Fa suddenly had a glimmer of realization in his heart. He knew that this might be the last time he would see Tom Riddle.

Admittedly, if the timeline doesn't change, fifty years later, he will see Riddle again and trample one of his doppelgangers to death. But, for Hoffa at this moment, it is not his future, but his past.

He envisioned a future without Riddle or Voldemort, and he didn't want to see this man in the future, nor did he want to have anything to do with him anymore. The intersection of their fates is about to come to an end here. In this situation, even in the face of this man, he couldn't help but feel a trace of strong compassion in his heart.

"Tom. Hoffa looked at the raging fire with some sadness, and said softly: "Power is not everything, and power is not everything. A shaman can't fail to understand this, and a man can't fail to understand this. Otherwise, it will be very pitiful."

"You're teaching me how to do things, Hoffa Bach, you're teaching me to do things!?"

Riddle thumped his chest and roared at him angrily: "You burned my wealth, killed my property, and you still taught me to do things! You still have to teach me to do things!?

Hoffa looked at Riddle's agonizing face, looked at the distorted droplets of water evaporating from his fiery red eyes, moved his lips, and finally said, "Leave him ten, Miller." ”

Miller was stunned, he didn't know why Hoffa made this decision, but he still put away a finger, and in the sea of fire, the old man in the ten corners was not affected.

At this moment, Tom Riddle couldn't help but be stunned, the angry and distorted expression on his face froze suddenly, he looked at Hoffa standing in front of the raging fire, he didn't know what to say, and he was a little dazed for a while.

This was completely beyond his expectations, he hated Hofa, hated Hofa, wanted to kill Hofa, but he also vaguely knew that Hofa's actions were completely reasonable. But he had no idea that Hoffa would leave him ten. Ask yourself, change positions, he Tom Riddle will never leave ten.

Hoffa looked at Tom Riddle with a changeable expression, let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "Do it yourself, Tom." ”

After saying that, he took Miller with him and disappeared into the sea of fire.

Tom Riddle and the rest of the Death Eaters were left standing by the fire, standing dumbfounded.

(End of chapter)