A group of Slytherin rushed out of the door, leaving only Hoffa and Riddle in the ward.
For a moment, the atmosphere became strange and heavy.
Riddle's arm was wrapped with a transparent IV tube, and his waist was wrapped in thick bandages. He glanced at Hoffa, then straightened his back and pulled out his IV tube.
"I hate being sick."
He seemed to be talking to himself.
Hoffa did not say anything. His eyes turned to the bedside table, where there were a few pots of flowers, a water cup, and Tom Riddle's yew wand.
After removing the IV tube, the black-haired youth slowly straightened up from the bed. He wore a blue and white striped shirt and slippers as he stood up. He walked to the opposite side of Hoffa.
Tom Riddle's pupils were completely black, and his hair was also completely black. Coupled with his pale skin, there was actually a kind of demonic beauty at this moment.
For some reason, Hoffa felt that he looked more like an Asian than himself, even though he knew that he did not have Asian blood.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Tom Riddle suddenly revealed a charming smile.
"How long has it been since we were alone? Since we came back from the cave. "
Hoffa said calmly, "You don't have to remind me. I haven't forgotten."
"Then are you here to kill me?"
He tilted his head and interrupted Hoffa, "Before I recover my strength."
Hoffa shook his head and laughed, "Here, in school?"
Tom Riddle said, "We are wizards. If we can't even do such a small thing, what's the point of magic?"
Hoffa stopped smiling. Under Tom Riddle's gaze, he walked casually to the bedside table, grabbed the yew wand, and looked at it under the sunlight for a while.
"No, I don't think I will kill you."
He said calmly.
"Why?" Tom Riddle's smiling face suddenly became fierce.
"To prove that you are different from me? Or to prove that you are a noble person? "
Hoffa did not speak. He put down his wand, his face expressionless.
Liddell lowered his head and looked at Hoffa. His voice was low and hoarse, like the hiss of a venomous snake.
"Do you know? Looking at you makes me want to puke. Do you think that I will be grateful to you because you saved me that night? Hmm? "
His expression became more and more disgusted.
Hoffa calmly picked up the kettle and filled his glass with water.
"There are many different people in the world. Tom also has many different choices."
"Heh, heh, heh, heh."
Tom Riddle sneered, "You dare to lecture me?"
Hoffa walked over to Liddell with a glass of water. "Drink more hot water."
"You!!!"
Liddell raised a finger and placed it in front of Hoffa's nose. He was so angry that his chest heaved violently. His eyes glowed red, and his exquisite face became extremely rough, like a wild beast. At this moment, he did not hide his murderous intent towards Hoffa at all.
He was so furious that he didn't even notice that the wound on his chest had split open.
Hoffa just held the glass.
After about seven seconds of confrontation, he finally calmed down his murderous intent. He panted and laughed, mocking,
"Fine, fine, just wait and see, Hoffa, Bach."
He snatched the glass in front of him, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
"I have to admit that my judgment at the orphanage was a little off. You are different from me, you are even more stupid."
With that, he drank the water in the glass in one gulp and then crushed the glass.
With water dripping from the corner of his mouth and his palm dripping blood, he sat on the bed and said coldly, "Speak, why are you looking for me?"
Hoffa put his hands in his pockets and sat on the bed opposite him.
"I want to know what the person who attacked you that night looked like."
"What does it have to do with you? A meddlesome idiot? "Tom Riddle said fiercely.
"You don't talk to people like this outside, Tom."
Hoffa pointed outside and said calmly.
"Pfft."
Riddle wiped the corner of his mouth and spat out blood, not knowing why he was disdainful.
Then, he said with a ferocious expression, "A tall man with red eyes, wearing a suit and a crown."
"The Half-Human King."
"Yes, the Half-Human King in the newspaper. That idiot who causes trouble everywhere and wants to see the world in chaos. Half-Human, hmph, stupid nickname, stupid dress, stupid behavior. "
"Why did he shoot you?"
"Why? Do I need a reason? He saw me and I saw him. "
"Who made the first move?"
"Of course it was me." Riddle sneered, "You think everyone in the world is as stupid as you if you don't make a move when you see someone like that?"
"But he wasn't hurt."
"Yes, I used the Chain Curse, the Cutting Curse, and the Freezing Curse, but he wasn't hurt at all. Even my curses were like hitting a block of wood when they hit him."
Hoffa didn't say anything. He thought of the scene in Barcelona when he ignored Ossivia's Heart Piercing Curse.
Tom looked at the ceiling and gave a rare self-deprecating grin. He lowered his head.
"At that moment, I knew that I wasn't facing a human at all."
"Wasn't he a Muggle?"
"Muggle, ha, a Muggle can do this? Are you kidding me? My curses are irresistible. They affect the soul directly. Anyone who is cursed by me will fall. "
Riddle stared into Hoffa's eyes and threatened, "But he isn't. All my spells are useless against him. I don't think he's a human at all."
"Then he shot?"
"Yes, but before he shot, he said something. 'With me.'"
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'Run, you little bastard of Slytherin, run.'"
Then, "He shot, and deliberately missed the heart."
Riddle pointed to the bleeding wound on his chest.
"On purpose?"
Hoffa frowned.
"Yes."
Tom's arms trembled. The murderous intent on his face was almost crazy. "He had no murderous intent, no soul, nothing. He was just doing something, as if he was having fun."
After he finished, his breathing quickened and then he coughed violently.
He blew his nose. Specks of blood rolled out of his nose as he coughed.
He still glanced at Hoffa cautiously, as if afraid that Hoffa would suddenly pull out a knife and stab him in the stomach.
But Hoffa just frowned slightly and looked at him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get anything out of him.
"Alright, then you should rest."
Then, he got up and walked out calmly.
At the door, the two stone arms that blocked the door retracted back into the ground as Hoffa walked in.
Just as Hoffa was about to open the door and leave, he suddenly felt a sense of danger behind him.
Without thinking, he turned his wand into a shield.
Dozens of dangerous icicles were blocked by Hoffa and fell to the ground with tinkling sounds.
Putting down the shield, Riddle stood there with his yew wand and sneered, "Still can't even cast a shield spell, Bach."
Hoffa didn't say anything. The shield in his hand turned into a sharp blade. He pointed the blade at Riddle and then strode out of the door.
Bang!
After the door closed.
Riddle kicked the bed opposite him.
Hoffa walked out of the ward without looking sideways. He waved his finger.
The two female nurses who were stuck in the wall outside the door with their mouths covered were instantly freed and fell to the ground.
Zizi, the medical staff nearby, surrounded the two frightened nurses and handed them tissues.
"Who is that?" the nurse asked in horror as she pointed at Hoffa's back.
"A second-year student. I think he's the teaching assistant for the Transfiguration class," one of the nurses replied.
"Another second-year teaching assistant." The nurse looked into the ward in horror.
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