"You..... Who are you?"

Peter Pettigrew slumped to the ground and asked in a trembling voice.

Hoffa looked down carefully at the first original plot character he had met fifty years later, and he felt very fresh. He could see a bucktooth dwarf holding his head and looking at him incredulously.

The moonlight shone through the ancient window edge in three flaps of light on Peter Pettigrew's face, his dull thinning hair was messy, and he was bald on top. It looked wrinkled and had dirty skin, like a Catholic who hadn't taken a shower in decades.

"I'm looking for Tom Riddle, is he at home?"

Hoffa let go of Nanigi's tail, and it flipped over with a few swishs across the dusty tiles.

He ...... He ......"

The short man let out a smile that was uglier than crying, and sweat broke out from his big fat nose.

He ...... He...... I don't know about you...... What are you...... Who to say...... Your Excellency ......."

Hoffa crouched down, "Don't you know Tom Marvolo Riddle, the greatest dark magician, Voldemort, the mystery man?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I'm just passing by..... Passing ....."

Peter Pettigrew frantically stepped back, scratching his mark on the dusty ground, but with the corner behind him, he couldn't retreat.

"Lie, you know. ”

Hoffa grimaced.

At this moment, the moonlight outside the mansion was shrouded in dark clouds, and Pettigrew's face was hidden in the darkness, and he handed out his wand, which turned into a dagger in midair.

"Die!"

He roared.

When!

If the tip of the knife pierces any hard object, it shall not be deposited. Helplessly, Hoffa grabbed his dagger, snatched it down, and turned it back into a wand.

The clouds cleared, and Peter Pettigrew looked at the strange golden eyes and let out a short, piercing scream, "Ahhh

With that scream, his body shrank rapidly, and soon, he turned into a small gray-haired mouse, and fled forward frantically.

Boom!

He crashed headfirst into a high wall that suddenly appeared, almost knocking himself into a daze.

As he was picked up again, his body twitched and writhed wildly, turning from a little mouse into a human again.

This was something Peter Pettigrew had never seen before, and his vaunted Transfiguration had been undone silently, and the young bald hand's palm locked itself firmly like a pincer. Hell, in his eyes, is he almost like that woven bag?

Hoffa took a step back and pressed Peter Pettigrew, who hung upside down, against the wall, where countless slender fingers appeared, hooking his body and immobilizing him.

"I went to Tom and took me to his room. He said bitterly.

"You...... You...... Who the hell is it?"

I'm Tom's friend, I guess so. Hoffa smiled bitterly: "Reluctantly." ”

“..... Are you looking for the wrong ..... Wrong place, here..... Here, there is no ..... Nothing is called...... Someone named Tom ......"

Peter Pettigrew was hanging upside down from the wall, his eyes rolling wildly, his face flushed, and cold sweat dripping from his chin to the floor.

"What are you afraid of?" said Hoffa, helplessly, "I won't eat you again, take me to your master, Lord Voldemort." ”

But his comfort didn't have the slightest effect, and Peter Pettigrew just frantically shook his hair. Hoffa felt that he was really exaggerating, was he so terrible, why didn't he want to talk to him well.

So he squatted down again, trying to persuade him. But Peter Pettigrew saw him squatting down, and he was so frightened that he cried, and his snot and tears hung upside down from his head, so he was not embarrassed.

"Don't... Other... Don't kill me, Mr. and Mrs. Peter were killed by Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were killed by Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix, I didn't do anything, don't look for me...... Don't look for me. ”

Seeing that the dwarf in front of him was almost scared, Hoffa thought of something, so he rolled up his sleeves. The black snake tattooed on his arm was exposed in front of Peter Pettigrew,

"Look, Peter, I'm not here to hurt anyone. ”

Looking at the black snake on the other party's arm, Peter Pettigrew's frightened face gradually turned into stunned, and he stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes.

At the same time, a hoarse whisper came from the air: "Who's where?"

The sound was erratic, echoing through the empty and dilapidated halls. The tone is very strange, and the words are bouncing like beads, mixed with the rustle of sliding.

Smack.

Peter Pettigrew falls off the wall.

"We're here, Wormtail, bring him up to me. ”

The sound of the drift came from far and near, like a gust of wind drifting past the ears of the two people, and disappeared without a trace.

Peter Pettigrew stood up, stared at Hoffa's arm, and licked his lips, still confused, as if he didn't understand why such a young guy had the sacred Dark Mark on his arm.

Hoffa handed him his wand and reminded him, "Lead the way." ”

He stood up, took his wand, wiped it around his waist, and walked back and forth step by step.

Hoffa followed Peter, admiring the old and dilapidated building, and it must be said that Riddle's ancestors were once really rich, with huge beams crisscrossing the ceiling, and armored warriors covered in dust and cobwebs guarding the various ancient ornaments hanging in the room. On the farthest wall, a giant squinting, creepy comedy mask scares better than the Valhalla temple dedicated to fallen heroes in Norse mythology, and on the other wall is a tragic mask of the same size. Both are carved from ancient oak. Between the two huge masks, one sad and one happy, was a huge iron candlestick covered with cobwebs hanging straight from the ceiling.

Perhaps even Riddle himself had to admit that his patrilineal family, which he had always despised himself, was more aristocratic than the dilapidated old Gaunt mansion before.

Walking through the eerie gothic corridor, Peter Pettigrew leads Hoffa to a study at the top of the third floor and opens the door for him.

Standing in the doorway and looking at it, the only materials visible are leather and oak, or oak and stone. The only light in the house was the fire in the fireplace. The fireplace was twelve feet wide, and the smoke of the years had given it a bronze sheen. At the moment, the fire was still burning quietly, but it didn't have much temperature.

A large, quaint chair sits in front of the fireplace, and underneath the chair is a body with a long tail in tow, which is none other than Naniji, who has just escaped.

Sensing that someone had entered the house, Nanigi was perched on the floor, glanced back at him, and immediately retracted his head and hid behind a chair.

"Who's where, Wormtail?"

The voice came from behind the wide chair.

"You..... Your ...... Another servant..... Master. ”

Peter Pettigrew looked at Hoffa and stammered.

"Is it Bella? or Barty?"

The voice in front of the fire asked softly, and his tone was a little urgent.

Standing in the backlight, Hoffa stood motionless in the shadows, and Peter Pettigrew had now retreated, and in the afterglow of Hoffa's eyes he could see a large purple serpent on the ceiling, motionless, staring at him like a statue.

"Who is it?"

The voice in front of the chair was confused.

"It's me, Tom,"

Hoffa said with emotion: "Long time no see. ”

Quiescence.

Even though he couldn't see the guy's appearance through the back of the chair, Hoffa could feel the guy's body freeze at this moment.

For a few moments, there was not the slightest sound in the hall. It was quiet and could only hear the sound of the fire crackling and burning.

I don't know how long the wait was.

Then, the chair in front of him made a tooth-aching sound and slowly turned.

Hoffa saw the old classmate's face clearly, and even if he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but arch his instep at this moment.

He resembled a curled baby, hairless, with scales on his body, and skin as dark red as blood, like red flesh torn from a scabbed gauze. Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and his face was as if it had been poured with sulfuric acid, flat and unfurled, with no lips and only a pair of dull blood-red eyes on the top.

The bloody eyes stared at the young man who came in, and the expression on his face changed from disbelief, shock, and confusion to incredibly solemn, and the expression of the mountain rain was about to come.

"It's ...... you"

He squeezed a few words out between his teeth, and the voice contained a monstrous hatred: "Hoffa Bach!"

The pitch-black walls on all sides gradually blurred, and the fire of the furnace automatically diminished as if to match the atmosphere. The entire Riddle House, Tom, Nanigi, and Peter Pettigrew, all sank into a murderous atmosphere at this moment.

Nanigi, whose head was resting on his chair, quickly climbed to the corner, and on the ceiling, the hidden purple snake swirled and swam slowly under Tom's chair.

The air was gloomy, as if it could drip water.

In the midst of the tension, the hideous Tom Riddle suddenly let out a strange laugh: "Life is not good, your hair is gone." ”

The fire was blazing, and everything seemed to be gone.

Hoffa smiled, "You too." ”

He put down the woven bag in his hand and slowly stepped forward.

That's it.

The large purple serpent under Tom Riddle's chair suddenly turned into a meteor and passed through Hoffa's body, slamming into the wooden door behind him, knocking the entire gate flying.

Smoke billowed and Peter Pettigrew, hiding behind the door, let out a frightened scream and scurried with his head in his hands.

"Kill him!"

Tom Riddle in the chair let out a high-pitched scream.

Naniji, who was hiding in the shadows, also rushed forward, hovering, opening his bloody mouth, and biting on Hoffa's body, but the body slowly turned into a blurred phantom and dissipated into the air.

"You're sluggish, Tom. ”

Hoffa's body slowly emerged from the side of the fireplace, and he sighed, "I'm not here to fight you this time. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two big snakes behind him were grabbed by countless stone hands and firmly pressed to the ground, and the stone hands were dense until the two snakes were mummified.

"We ...... Nothing to talk about......"

The hateful baby panted and gritted his teeth, as if he had spent all his strength in just one move, and he clasped the back of his chair and looked at Hoffa in despair, "Who told you where I am? Albus Dumbledore, or Lucius Malfoy's wallgrass, and say!!"

Hoffa shook his head, "Neither. ”

"Don't you want to calculate me!"

Tom craned his neck desperately, "You can kill me once, you can kill me twice, but one day, I will make you pay the most painful price!"

Hoffa crouched down, golden eyes looking at red eyes.

Voldemort on the chair curled up into a ball, his body trembling, but the hatred in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, and under the hatred, there was uncontrollable fear.

Hoffa lowered his head and sighed.

"If I want you to die, why should I be here for so long, you should be weaker now than ever. ”

Hoffa continued: "I know you want to kill me for what happened fifty years ago, but it's not realistic, and you're worse than me now. ”

"If you don't kill me, what do you want to do?"

"I wanted to ask you for something. Hoffa said.

"Wishful thinking, you rest and get anything from me. Tom Riddle screamed.

"I want Pefrel's resurrection mystic, can you give it to me?" Hoffa ignored Tom Riddle's resistance and said to himself, "In exchange, I can give you Nicol Lemay's Philosopher's Stone." ”

Quiescence.

Still silent.

The expression on Tom's face gradually changed from rage and fear to confusion, and his big red eyes narrowed into a slit.

？？？

After a while, Tom Riddle asked grimly, "What are you going to do with the resurrection, aren't you alive and well?"

Hoffa didn't answer, staring at him firmly.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and suddenly Tom Riddle's face showed surprise and understanding: "Do you want to resurrect that......? What's that Ravenclaw girlfriend called?"

"Agrea. ”

Hoffa is categorical.

"Hahaha!!"

The tiny baby in front of him suddenly burst into a high-pitched laugh that was so crazy that he rolled on the chair.

"Hahahahahaha!!hahahaha...... Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic!" only to hear him pant and scold: "Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, fifty years have passed, fifty years, you have no strength, no transformation of the past and the present, you can get anything you want, but your vision is narrow and can only accommodate the next woman!"

He no longer accepted fear in his eyes, and even supported himself with his thin and soft calves, stood up from under the chair tremblingly, pointed at Hoffa's nose and scolded angrily:

"Why can't you be like me, thinking about conquering the world, why can't you be like a real normal person, a mortal person, when you conquer the world, you can have as many women as you want! as much money as you want! as many rights as you want! Aren't those things ten thousand times stronger than a lowly mixed-race girl?"

"People are different, Tom. ”

Hoffa didn't get angry, just said calmly.

"Yes, yes, people are not the same, Bach. ”

Tom's red eyes widened, and he gasped heavily,

"That's why I hate you, not because you killed me once, Hoffa Bach, because you're not like us, you've been an anomaly, a freak from beginning to end.

But I'm telling you, this world can't tolerate aliens, freaks, or bullshit, equality and fraternity, and I will never understand and approve of this way of living that you show me, let alone anyone who can recognize it!"

After speaking, he sat down on the chair with a plop, looked at Hoffa unscrupulously, as if he had grasped his weakness, and said triumphantly:

"Come on, come on, if you want to get Peverell's resurrection technique, if you want to get the secret of human body refining, you will kill me, and use death as a threat!

Tom Riddle, curled up in his chair, laughed wildly, "Can you do it, Ravenclaw? Can you do it, Hoffa Bach!?"

Hoffa stood up, took a step back, and didn't speak.

Tom Riddle smiled even more: "Hahaha, look at you, look at you, you self-esteemed Ravenclaws have finally asked for my Slytherin." Ask for the head of someone you don't look down on at all, and don't approve of it at all, hahahaha...... cough cough cough cough ......"

He laughed, laughed, and suddenly coughed violently, not only coughing, but vomiting a puddle of white and cloudy liquid. The smell of fish was in the air.

"Wormtail!"

He leaned weakly back in his chair, "Wormtail!!"

Peter Pettigrew, who was shivering in the distance, rushed over, helped Voldemort, who was coughing limply, took out a dirty silk scarf from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and asked tremblingly: "How are you, master, don't be angry, don't be angry, there's still something in the bottle, master, if you're still hungry, ......"

"Shut up, idiot!"

Tom didn't care what he was talking about, but pointed to Hoffa:

"You...... Do you know who this man is?"

"The host..... I..... I don't recognize it. ”

Peter Pettigrew stammered at Hoffa.

"Don't know!?"

Tom Riddle's red eyes suddenly widened, and he said excitedly: "If you don't know, I'll let you know a little longer, I tell you, his name is Hofabach, a man who saved Hogwarts three times, a man who can save the world, the strongest Transfiguration master in history, the ultimate glory of Ravenclaw, a living fossil-like legend." ”

"Uh..... Really?"

Peter Pettigrew wiped his cold sweat and squeezed out a fake smile, "That'..... That's really, really, really. ”

"Get out!!"

Tom Riddle suddenly retorted.

Peter Pettigrew was startled, he let go of his hand, helpless, embarrassed, and resigned, and disappeared into the darkness.

Tom Riddle raised his palm tremblingly, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said harshly: "See, this kind of person is the most people in the world, the most mediocre people, they don't care about what legend is not legendary, they don't care what you have done, they only want power, they only think about women, they only think about money, they will not be influenced by any bullshit love and hope at all, they will only succumb to violence - but as long as they have the opportunity, they will be more violent than anyone else!" And the only way to deal with people like them is to be a thousand, ten thousand times more violent than them!"

"Why are you telling me this, it's not about our deal. ”

Hoffa looked at him calmly, "I'll use the Philosopher's Stone to exchange ...... with you."

"Hum, hum, hum....... Philosopher's Stone, fuck the Philosopher's Stone. ”

After Tom Riddle finished saying this long string of words, he finally calmed down, he looked at Hoffa, let out a long exhale, his voice was rarely soft, and his eyes flashed with sarcasm: "I will give you the secret of Peverell, and I will even give you the resurrection stone, Hoffa." My dear Hoffa, of course I would, those things are dead, just objects. ”

"What is the price?" asked Hoffa.

Tom Riddle said gently, "You know, I've never changed my attitude since the first day of the orphanage, as long as you ....."

"Just me what?"

"Hmph, as long as you are with me, on my side. Completely sincerely, change yourself and integrate into us. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

"You don't want to stick a mistletoe in me again!?"

Tom Riddle snorted suddenly, "I tell you, without me, you will achieve nothing!!!You will grow old and die in loneliness, and you will be the object of trampling, spitting, and forgetting by those mediocrities!!"

Quiescence.

Hoffa looked at the furious Riddle and did not speak, he turned and walked to his bag, lifted the bag of fruit, placed it in front of Tom Riddle, and then took out an apple from the bag, and the peel rustled under his fingers.

Eventually, he peeled an apple and handed it to Tom:

"I won't. ”