Tom Liddell was shocked. When he received the letter from the Hufflepuff students, he didn't pay much attention to the mission. After all, vampires were nothing to him.
However, the scene in the underground city was beyond his expectations. The most unexpected thing was the guy in front of him. He stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open. In this place full of corpses, he saw his childhood enemy from the orphanage, and the guy was even naked.
This strange scene was unbearable even for the future Dark Devil King. Thinking about it carefully, this guy seemed to be able to do things that were beyond the scope of normal people's understanding. He was like this from the first grade to the third grade. He didn't expect that after he came out, he didn't change at all.
Hoffa was also shocked as he held up the corpse. He looked at the guy in the dark green suit behind him and subconsciously picked up a corpse to block in front of him.
The guy was as handsome as a model from an old fashion magazine. His whole body was brimming with the message "I'm at the peak of my attractiveness."
Tom Liddell. The boss of the Snake Compound. He didn't expect that the one who came back wasn't Ryan, but this guy. This was his "old friend" from the orphanage, the future Dark Devil King. This was the first time Hoffa saw this guy since he used the curse spell in the second grade and became paralyzed.
He used to be a thorn in his side. He killed his predecessor in the orphanage and had some kind of cooperation with him when they were in the second grade.
However, after seeing too many deaths, he gradually forgot about the conflicts in the school. Occasionally, when he thought of him, he would even miss him.
However, now wasn't a good time to reminisce. When he fell into the blood pool, his clothes were also melted by the blood. His current appearance was as embarrassing as it could be. Moreover, there were girls among the Slytherin crowd. They were covering their mouths with their hands like performance artists.
"Yo, Tom."
Hiding behind the corpse, Huo Fa greeted him and quietly moved to the corner of the wall.
"Freak."
Tom stared at him and squeezed out a word from between his teeth. The veins on the back of his hand that was holding the wand popped out. Even the veins on his forehead were throbbing. It was as if the mere sight of Hoffa had caused his blood pressure to rise.
"What? We haven't seen each other for more than a year, and you look like you want to eat me up." Hoffa hid in the corner. While changing the topic, he began to undress the unlucky vampire in front of him.
Tom looked around. "So, you've killed all these vampires?"
"Don't say that. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would kill indiscriminately? “
"Don't think I don't know!" Tom sneered. "During the year you were missing, you were selling alchemy weapons in the underground of France and secretly supporting various armed forces. I don't believe that you didn't have blood on your hands."
"You're quite well-informed."
Hoffa hurriedly put on his pants and clothes. The original owner of the clothes was much taller than him. The clothes hung loosely on him, and half of his chest was exposed.
"That's a lot of money. Did you return to England just to get rid of this group of people?" Tom asked.
"I … Forget it."
Seeing the fear on the faces of the Slytherin, Hoffa was both amused and worried. He had no way to explain himself. Tom Riddle immediately believed that he was the one who killed all of them. There was no doubt that the other Slytherin would think the same.
Now, even though he was lucky enough to survive, he had completely stepped into the trap that the Manse had set for him. If this matter were to spread, then he would definitely become the target of public criticism.
In this turbulent era, this so-called "deed" was a fatal threat to a loner like him.
Germany still showed no signs of decline. The future of history was still shrouded in a fog. No one knew if the world would turn into a situation like the Goburg Man. If the Germans were to find out about this, he would quickly become a target for assassination and attack. Who knew if the next cup of water he drank would contain the same lethal poison?
He had to keep the news a secret.
Soon, Hoffa decided on his most important goal. First, he had to keep the news a secret. Then, he would think about defeating the Manse and saving the nun.
"Were you brought here by Professor Slughorn?"
He asked Tom Riddle.
"What does that have to do with you?"
Tom Riddle's wand glowed with a dangerous light. It looked like he was ready to cast a spell.
"Bring me to him. I have something important to tell him."
Hoffa ignored the killing intent hidden in Riddle's eyes. He was not the crazy Black Devil King from the future. He would not kill him openly. If he could convince the director of Slytherin to help him keep the news a secret, then his safety would be guaranteed for at least a few years. He could then continue his secret activities.
"Don't even think about it."
Tom Riddle rejected him.
"Why?"
Hoffa was stunned.
"You left the school without saying a word. No one knows what happened to you, whether you are good or bad, or whose side you are on. In short, I don't dare to bring a murderous thug to see the director. You should give up. "
He held his head high and said sternly.
"A murderous thug …"
Hoffa's gaze turned to his finger. On his right ring finger, he wore a black ring. There was a crack on the ring, but it did not affect its ancient and luxurious appearance.
The Soul Returning Stone, the heirloom of the Marvolo family. One of the three holy weapons of the Grim Reaper, one of the future soul weapons. So, this guy had driven his uncle crazy and killed his father's entire family?
Seeing that Hoffa did not speak, Tom revealed a mysterious smile. He elegantly opened his arms. "Although I don't know how you did it, from the perspective of an old friend, I advise you to leave this place immediately. Otherwise, when our reinforcements arrive, you will be locked up and interrogated by a group of scary and long-winded old men." As he said that, his eyes revealed a trace of malevolence. "Those old men love to interrogate people about their moral nature!!"
"Tom." Hoffa sighed. "This matter is very complicated. It is not what you think. I need to see the teacher of Hogwarts immediately."
"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for not reminding you."
Tom turned around and said to Slytherin behind him. "Go, take pictures of everything around you and inform the people from the Perseus Society to come over." The corner of his mouth rose. "Tell them that we have found the legendary Glory of Ravenclaw, Mr. Hoffa Bach."
Slytherin behind him heard the order. Some people used Mirage and disappeared. Some people even took out an old-fashioned camera with a wooden frame and a magnesium light from their Traceless backpack. They spread out and took pictures as if they were war reporters. Tom Riddle stayed where he was and looked at Hoffa cautiously.
"You're not going with them?" Hoffa asked.
"I'm watching you. If you didn't leave just now, don't even think about leaving now."
"Will you let me see Slughorn if you bring me back?"
"Don't even think about seeing anyone you know, Bach. Hogwarts is now my territory."
When only Hoffa and Tom were left, he stopped pretending. His delicate face became fervent and rough. He paced around and turned to look at Hoffa. "You were lucky in the past. You had the support of the little girl from the Dracath family. Those teachers protected you. But now … Hmph, all your friends are dead. Do you think anyone will care about you, a general without a family?"
Hoffa's face darkened.
Tom Riddle continued, "I know, Bach, that you will never stand on my side. Hmph, Ravenclaw's arrogance is sometimes more annoying than Gryffindor's brainlessness. So, don't expect me to help you. "
"You won't even talk about your conditions?" Hoffa asked softly.
"What right do you have to talk about conditions with me now? Just a minute ago, you didn't even have a piece of clothing. You even wanted to strip the dead to wear."
Hoffa took a step forward.
Tom Riddle immediately took a step back. "Stop, stop. I'm warning you, don't even think about doing anything to me. This place is going to be surrounded by our people soon. Don't make yourself lose your footing in this world."
However, Hoffa did not make a move. He walked to Tom Riddle's side and whispered into his ear, "The ring is so beautiful. It must have taken you a lot of effort to get it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Riddle took a step back and looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.
Hoffa shrugged. "It's good that you didn't kill that crazy uncle of yours. Aren't you afraid that he will expose you?"
Tom Riddle's expression gradually changed from arrogance to dullness, and from dullness to a ferocious gaze. He raised his wand and pointed it at Hoffa. The clouds in the sky gathered together in a tsunami of magic, and green lightning flashed in between.
Hoffa acted as if he did not see the threat and continued to cross his arms. "If you ask me, although the Riddle family is not innocent, they don't deserve to die …"
"Shut up!"
Tom's chest heaved violently, and his blood pressure rose rapidly. The veins on his forehead throbbed. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"My information is so limited. Tom, do you want me to tell you the location of the secret chamber? You've been looking for the treasures of the great Salazar Slytherin recently, haven't you?"
"Shut up!"
Riddle's expression became uglier than the poisoned corpses on the ground. He threw caution to the wind and covered Hoffa's ears. He looked around like a thief. "You f * cking say one more word?"
A few Slytherin who were taking pictures with magnesium cameras looked over curiously, as if wondering why the two who were at loggerheads a moment ago suddenly stuck close to each other.
Hoffa's mouth was covered, and he could not answer. He could only raise his eyebrows as a sign of respect.
* Crack. *
* Crack. *
Another series of phantasmal sounds could be heard, and a large number of adult wizards appeared in the banquet square. Most of them were dressed like ordinary Muggles on the streets. Some of them were dressed like soldiers, some like policemen, and some even wore the clothes of the Beatles. However, there were a few old men who were dressed strangely among them. They wore tattered white robes, and there were cross-shaped chains on their backs. Some of them even wore heavy shackles on their legs. One look and you could tell that they were very powerful.
After landing, the wizards in ordinary clothes exclaimed, "Merlin Beard, what happened here?"
Someone squatted down and touched the corpses on the ground. He exclaimed, "They're all dead. Who did this?"
"I think they killed each other," someone guessed.
.....
The wizards in tattered white robes did not participate in the discussion. They immediately turned to Tom Riddle's side.
"Riddle, you said you found Hoffa Bach from Ravenclaw," one of the white robes asked.
Tom's angry and twisted face disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. He immediately hugged Hoffa's shoulder affectionately and kindly. "See, it's the real deal. Isn't this the real deal? "
As he spoke, he let out a long sigh and helped Hoffa tidy up his clothes. "Look at you, it's bad enough that you left the school, but you even came to such a dangerous place alone. Luckily I found you, or else I would have been annoyed for the rest of my life if those vampires caught you."
His tone and demeanor made it seem as if Huo Fa was his long-lost younger brother.
Hoffa suppressed the churning acid in his stomach and squeezed out a smile. "Of course, if Brother Riddle hadn't come in time, I would have been sucked dry by those vampires."
After that, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, tears welling up in their eyes.
A few old men in white robes with chains on their backs saw this and frowned. The leader of the group, a white-robed wizard, asked, "Did you do this, Bach? I heard from Slytherin that when they came here, you were the only one there. "
Every wrinkle on the old man's face was engraved with the word "old-fashioned". Hoffa did not know who this person was, so he immediately tried to explain himself. "I …"
But before he could finish, he heard Tom say angrily, "What are you talking about, Mr. Israel? I've known Hoffa for more than ten years, he wouldn't do such a thing. There must be something going on here. "
Hoffa looked at Tom in surprise. Tom's eyes were as gentle as spring water in Scotland. If he were a woman, he would have fallen on the spot. But at the same time, he felt that Riddle's hand on his shoulder was trembling slightly.
He was disdainful, but said to the white-robed wizard calmly, "Yes, there is something going on here. I need to report it to Professor Slughorn immediately."
"You can't tell us?" The white-robed old man frowned.
"I'm sorry." Hoffa shook his head. "I just returned to England, and I want to see my former mentor."
"Sure."
The white-robed old man was straightforward. "Since it's the two of you, I won't say anything. Riddle, remember to send him safely to Sky Island. Leave this to us."
After that, he returned to the crowd and ordered the wizards in muggle clothes to move the bodies, mark them, and tighten the cordon.
When the old men dispersed, no one paid any attention to them. Tom pushed Hoffa away, as if what he just touched was not a shoulder, but a pile of feces. He wiped his hands on his waist and said in a tone that only they could hear, "These old farts …"
Hoffa crossed his arms and sneered. "You really trust me. You're not afraid that I'll tell on you."
"Who do you think will believe you!?"
After wiping his hands, Tom stared at him fiercely. "I'll take you to see Professor Slughorn, but I warn you, don't talk nonsense in front of him. Otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson!"
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