If he wanted to leave the underground city, he had to head to the exit at the top of the buildings and leave the fake sky created by magic.
At this moment, the underground city that was originally filled with demons was completely under the control of the wizards. Some of the low-level blood slaves that were addicted to fresh blood were tied up with ropes and sent to the exit in bunches.
After reaching an agreement with Hoffa, Tom didn't care if Hoffa could use Mirage. He disappeared on the spot with a puff of black smoke.
If it was in the past, Hoffa might have been confused and didn't even know where this guy went.
But now, it was as if his eyes had turned on x-ray cheats. He accurately located Riddle at the exit of the underground city hundreds of meters away.
He planned to transform into a Thunderbird and fly up, but as soon as he exerted force with his feet, he was accompanied by a gust of wind. He disappeared on the spot. When he reacted, he found that he had jumped from the ground to the top of the church. This leap was at least 50 meters away. He couldn't believe his own speed.
He touched the hideous three-ring scar on his chest in confusion. He didn't notice it at first, but now he realized that his body seemed to have unlimited vitality in the night. It wasn't the power of magic, but pure physical strength.
To test it, he bent down, looked at the sky above, and exerted force with his legs.
Boom!!
A hole was blasted in the top of the building.
By the time he could see where he was, he was already standing at the exit.
Tom Riddle looked at Hoffa who suddenly appeared beside him and asked with a frown, "Why didn't you use Mirage?"
"I …" Hoffa rolled his eyes and laughed, "It's energy-saving and environmentally friendly, do you understand?"
"You're crazy."
Tom Riddle made a brief judgment and turned to leave.
"Where are you going next? Do you want to continue using Mirage?" Hoffa followed behind him.
"No need. The German muggles have a secret cooperation with the wizards. They will bombard all the places with magic waves. I don't want to be hit by a cannon when I reach my destination."
"Did you use Mirage Transfiguration just now?"
"The Ministry of Magic has cast a concealment spell on Bournemouth. The Germans won't be able to detect us here, but once you're outside, you'd better tuck your tail between your legs and behave yourself." He then mocked, "You don't even know this? How did you survive until now?"
Hoffa didn't reply. He recalled that the woman from the Ministry of Magic had mentioned this when she sent Chloe to him. However, that was a long time ago.
Tom brought Hoffa to the abandoned train station. He raised his head and whistled. A few black furless beasts descended from the sky without a sound. They were as thin as sticks and had wings on their backs. They looked like black horses that had been starved for months.
It was Ye Qi.
It was a mystical creature that could only be seen with the naked eye after witnessing death.
Tom leaped onto a Night Terran. The Night Terran lifted its front hooves and flew straight up. Hoffa also climbed onto a Night Terran and followed behind him.
The black creature did look cool, but riding it was as uncomfortable as riding on a row of protruding steel spikes. If it wasn't for the fact that when in Rome, do as the Romans do, Hoffa would rather fly behind Liddell himself.
"Who are those people?" Hoffa asked Tom after mounting the Night Terran. "Those guys with chains on their backs."
"White-robed wizards from the Church."
Tom gave a short answer.
"Church? Since when did the Hogwarts cooperate with the muggles' Church? "
"How would I know? Don't ask me. Anyway, just remember that they're a bunch of stubborn, stubborn ascetics. That's enough." Tom said impatiently as they hurried along. His attitude was terrible.
Hoffa was speechless.
After a while, he asked curiously, "Why didn't anyone from the Ministry of Magic come?"
"Ministry of Magic? Hahaha … "
Tom laughed loudly. After laughing, he looked at Hoffa mockingly. "Ever since your father-in-law came to power, the entire Ministry of Magic has become a concentration camp for people who are just waiting to die. God knows what they're doing every day."
As he said that, he slanted his eyes and mocked, "Why, you're quite concerned. Could it be that you want to marry into a pure-blood family and change your surname? Oh, I'm sorry, that little girl is dead. What's her name again …"
"I don't want to talk about this, Tom."
Huo Fa said calmly without any expression on his face.
"I really don't understand why you came back. Isn't the outside world much more interesting than a small Hogwarts?"
Tom didn't have any intention of shutting up. This guy probably pretended to be a good student in school for too long. When he was in front of Garen, his mean nature was exposed without restraint. "Hey, let me ask you. You've been reselling weapons outside and earned a lot of gold coins, right?"
"You killed your father."
Hoffa interrupted him expressionlessly.
Tom's expression immediately turned ugly as if he had eaten sh * t. The two of them didn't speak again for the rest of the journey. Ye Qi rode on the night's updraft and went all the way up.
When it was close to three in the morning, they passed through the thin air and came to an altitude of at least five thousand meters above the ground. This was a world of clouds. Clouds of all shapes and sizes were in the night sky. They towered like mountains and were extremely steep.
When they reached here, Ye Qi stopped moving. They breathed out clouds of white mist from their thick nostrils. Their huge chests rose and fell like bellows.
Hoffa looked at Tom, wanting to know his intentions for bringing him here. However, Tom pushed Ye Qi away and climbed down from the sky a few thousand meters above the ground. He stepped on a thin cloud. The cloud only swayed up and down for a moment before it firmly supported him.
"Let's go. Don't go beyond the clouds." He suddenly looked annoyed. "Damn it, why did I have to remind a birdman."
Hoffa rolled his eyes. He pushed Ye Qi away and stepped on the cloud. The bottom of his feet felt as soft as cotton. It was as if he would be stepped on in the next second and fall down. However, it didn't go through him. After a slight bounce, it lifted him up.
Tom went all the way forward and walked into the mountain-like clouds. Outside was a mass of dark clouds, but inside, there was a brightly lit construction.
When he got closer, he saw that they were mostly made up of various wooden boxes. There were many of them. The wooden boxes were stacked together to form a corridor. They were also built into buildings.
Many students wearing Slytherin green robes were walking back and forth. Some of them were carrying supplies, some were feeding Ye Qi, and some were waving their wands to practice magic spells.
Beside Hoffa's feet, there were also some house-elves carrying large boxes. They nimbly shuttled through the crowd and stacked the boxes Zizi together to form a new corridor.
Their movements reminded people of ants. At first glance, this fortress in the clouds looked like a giant ant nest floating in the air.
Even though he was worried about Chloe's safety and his own fate, he was still surprised by the sight in front of him.
Perhaps this is the foundation of the Hogwarts, Hoffa thought. This fortress in the sky can bring wizards to where they want to go without being discovered by other wizards or muggles.
After entering the Cloud Base, Tom's snake-like harshness and viciousness disappeared without a trace. He smiled and greeted the students around him. Even if the house-elves accidentally touched him with their boxes, he would still smile and say that it was fine.
Meanwhile, Hoffa pulled up the hood of the deceased's clothes and put it on his head. Due to various reasons, he didn't want to be recognized by the people in the school. It made him feel like he was going back in time. However, he didn't want to go back in time, and he didn't want to remember the past.
After walking for a short distance, he saw a group of house-elves replacing the wooden boxes on their shoulders with steel bars. They ran over in a row and methodically formed a cage with the steel bars.
Further ahead, all kinds of creatures were locked in the cages. They were either screaming or whimpering.
He saw ghouls crawling on the ground, werewolves grabbing onto the railings and howling, Grimm wriggling around like jelly, and a mermaid frantically slamming against the glass in the water tank. It had sharp teeth and porous cheeks. Every time it hit the tank, it would be pierced by the blue magic spell on the glass and bounce back. However, it was unwilling to give up and hit the tank again and again.
These cages were covered with dangerous magic spells, firmly sealing these strange creatures inside. When he walked to the front of the cages, he saw a familiar person.
Number 19 that he and Ryan caught, the female vampire named Kiria, was also locked in a cage. Her face was pale and her hair was withered yellow. She was paralyzed in the corner.
Noticing the two of them coming over, she glanced at Hoffa and curled up into a ball, hugging her knees.
Liddell looked at the cages in disgust. "These are the monsters we caught from all over the United Kingdom. If you ask me, these things that have no experimental value should be dealt with long ago. It's a waste of resources to keep them here."
"Then why don't you deal with them?"
"Hogwarts isn't the only academy. Your red-bearded dean is very interested in these strange things."
His tone was harsh and sarcastic, revealing a strong sense of disdain and arrogance.
Hoffa understood Liddell's disgust. Perhaps in his eyes, only pure-blooded wizards were considered human. As for Muggles and the strange creatures, they were no different from two-legged sheep or mules.
"Where's Ryan?"
Seeing the vampire, Hoffa remembered his cheap friend who didn't return after delivering the letter.
"You mean that Hufflepuff?"
"Yes."
"He's locked up and being checked. I still have some things to ask him," Tom Riddle said casually as he stood in front of the vampire's cage.
The woman in the cage suddenly struggled and pounced towards Tom. However, the moment she got close to the steel bar, she was shocked back by an electric current. Her whole body trembled.
Tom looked at her disinterestedly and turned back to press Hoffa down. "I'll say this first. I don't care where you heard the rumors from, but if you dare to say anything in front of Slughorn, I'll kill you. Do you understand? I'll do what I say."
Hoffa nodded. "If you can."
Tom walked forward with his head held high and pushed open the half-closed iron door at the end of the corridor. The room was filled with smoke. In the midst of the smoke, Hoffa saw his former potion instructor, Horace Slughorn, lying on a recliner. He was as fat as ever, and the buttons on his chest looked like they were about to burst open from his belly. However, he was probably sick. There was a transparent tube in his arm and he was receiving an IV drip. His face was pale and lifeless as he looked at the ceiling. He was like a sea elephant that became depressed because of decadence.
A few young Slythrin girls were preparing some potions next to him. Steam was bubbling in the cauldron, which was the source of the surrounding smoke.
"Professor, look who I just saw."
Tom Riddle bent down on one knee beside the recliner. His expression became natural and elegant.
Slughorn turned his head in a sickly manner. When he saw the young man standing in front of him, he was slightly stunned. Then, he struggled to sit up. His stubby fingers grabbed a pair of glasses and put them on his face. He looked at him in surprise.
"You …!? Bach? "
He threw the glasses away. "Why are you back!? Come, come, come quickly. Let me see you. "
Hoffa's eyes were a little sore. This old man was a little snobbish in school, but he was still good to him. Although he left school, it was not surprising that he hated the people in this school. In fact, he still missed the people and things in school.
He came to the side of the recliner. In the smoke-filled room, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Slughorn's eyes were sparkling. He moved his butt restlessly as he sat up from the recliner. His pale face regained its color due to excitement. He looked at Hoffa as if he was looking at a rare treasure.
"Yuri, Yuri, where's my pipe?"
A pretty upperclassman Slytherin girl who was stirring a pot turned around and said coldly, "You can't smoke yet, Professor."
"Oh, damn it. Look who's here. Yuri, can't you let me be happy at a time like this?"
The Slytherin girl glanced at Hoffa. She took out a plate of candy from the drawer and put it between Hoffa and Slughorn. She said coldly, "Enjoy."
Slaghorn smacked his lips and leaned against the recliner like a deflated balloon. With a face full of despair, he said, "Get out, Yuri. If possible, I really want to give you an F in your final grade."
The Slytherin girl took off her mask gracefully and packed up her things. Before she left, she bent down and kissed Tom Riddle's face. Her cold and gentle look was enviable.
When there were only three people left in the room, Tom Riddle smiled and took out an exquisite sepiolite pipe from his pocket and handed it over.
"Don't tell Yuri, Professor." He smiled naturally and humorously.
Slughorn's eyes lit up. He took the pipe and pointed at Tom Riddle with his stubby finger. He said affectionately, "If every Slytherin student was like you, I wouldn't have to worry so much."
After saying that, he took a puff of the cigarette in an intoxicated manner and breathed out a cloud of smoke comfortably. Finally, he recovered from his excitement. He leaned on the chair and became the dean of Slytherin again.
"Tom, go get two more chairs," Slughorn ordered.
Tom Riddle elegantly waved his wand and two sofas with soft cushions appeared. He sat down and crossed his fingers. He smiled and said, "If I knew Bach was here, I might have accepted the mission to search Bournemouth. You know, we've been best friends since we were in diapers."
Ignoring Riddle's nonsense, he came to the side of the recliner and held the plump professor's arm. "What happened, Professor? Are you hurt? "
"Oh, that damned monster gargoyle. Last time in Birmingham, a damned Black Wizard used a curse to break one of his legs." He blew out a puff of smoke and lifted his robe, revealing his thighs that were wrapped tightly in bandages. "But that guy didn't get any benefits. I turned him into a frog and locked him in a bottle."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Hoffa from head to toe. "What have you been doing recently? Not a single letter. Abusi often mentions you to me, and his tone is always full of self-blame. "
"I've been running around outside and taking on some private jobs. Because of the tight lockdown, it's hard for me to contact the school." Hoffa said with a hint of apology. "I took the initiative to meet you this time because I have very important information to tell you."
Seeing Hoffa's serious expression, Slughorn couldn't help but sit up straight. The smile on Tom Riddle's face disappeared, and his eyes drooped.
Slughorn had no intention of letting Tom leave. Hoffa
He didn't mind the future Black Devil King hearing the absurd and strange story he encountered.
So, by the fireplace, he cut the story short and told Slughorn what had happened. He only changed the ending of the story slightly. He didn't mention the Manse stabbing his chest, only saying that he was knocked unconscious. This saved him the trouble in the Blood Pool.
After he finished speaking, the room was silent. Even the sound of smoking stopped. After a while, Slughorn blew out a smoke ring.
Pffft!
Tom suddenly couldn't help but laugh and blow away the smoke ring.
"You're saying that there's a Muggle officer who used poison to kill all the German wizards and vampires, and that officer is also German?"
"That's right."
"Impossible, that's too absurd," Tom said. He shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Do you think we're fools, Bach? Can you please be more careful when making up stories? How could a Vampire be poisoned to death?"
Saying that, he stood up and poured himself a cup of black tea. "No one will do anything to you, Bach. Those are all heinous criminals. If you kill them, then kill them. The Ministry of Magic will probably give you a Knight of Merlin Medal."
Hoffa ignored Tom and only looked at the Potions professor.
Slughorn's face was solemn. After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "It's not impossible.
"It's not impossible. Vampires aren't completely immortal. If the poison exceeds a certain dosage, they will indeed die. However, you said that the Muggle officer was completely fine after being stabbed in the chest by you. This is something I can't understand. "
"I can't understand it either."
Hoffa lowered his head and touched the glass bottle at his waist. He didn't say anything about the ancient gods. He didn't want to be thought of as a lunatic, and this wasn't his purpose here. "In any case, I don't want to be identified as the culprit of this underground murder. I really am not. I want to ask Professor Slughorn to temporarily block the news in this city. "
"That's why you came to see me."
Slughorn gave him a deep look. "Are you afraid of being targeted by those German wizards?"
"Yes."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you admit it. Hoffa, have you considered this possibility? When you return to school, we'll protect you. No one can threaten you."
Slughorn twisted his stomach, his eyes shining. "If you don't like some of Abusi's strategies, it doesn't matter. I can use my connections to transfer you to our school …"
"Cough cough!"
Tom, who was drinking tea, turned green and coughed violently. Hoffa quickly stood up and interrupted Slughorn.
"No need, Professor. I have a lot of other things to do. I have to do them outside."
"What's more important than life?"
Slughorn took a puff and said with dissatisfaction, "Forgive me for being blunt, but you are indeed a very outstanding wizard. Perhaps you are one of the best among all the students I've taught. However, in this day and age, even the most talented wizards are in danger of dying. You need protection, Hoffa."
"Can I, Professor?"
Hoffa didn't answer his question. He just looked at him expectantly.
The fat Dean of Slytherin leaned against the fire and looked at the gray-haired boy in front of him. After realizing that he couldn't convince him, he put down his pipe and sighed.
"It's difficult, Bach. If we only find a pile of corpses and don't reveal the real murderer, then the reporters of the Prophet Daily, the spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic, and the public won't be satisfied. "
After a pause, he said, "Even if what you said is true, I can help you suppress this matter. But that officer, it's not like he doesn't have a mouth. He can also spread the news that you killed them. This kind of thing will spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and in the end, no one can tell whether it's true or not. "
"Unless … I can catch him," Hoffa said slowly.
"Catch him?"
Slughorn looked at him in surprise.
"Could it be that what you said is all true?! There really is a person who poisoned all the wizards and vampires to death? "
"That's right. He's not a wizard and can't use Mirage. He can enter the underground city, but he can't leave it. So, he must still be in the vampires' lair and is just hiding. As long as I find him, everything will be solved. "
Hoffa spoke quickly, "Give me a few days. Help me, Professor."
"Are you going to find a random Muggle to take the blame for you?"
Tom Riddle said coldly, "This kind of thing is very despicable."
"I'll catch him alive and bring him to you. When the time comes, you can take a knife and stab him in the chest. Then you'll know that I'm not lying."
Looking at Hoffa's solemn vow, Slughorn slowly leaned back into his chair. He stroked his three-layered chin and fell into deep thought. After the smoke in his sepiolite pipe burned out, he finally raised his head.
"Okay, I'll give you a week. Within a week, I won't tell anyone what happened in Bournemouth. But if I still can't find the murderer after a week, I have to at least report this to the school. When the time comes, how the Hogwarts will decide is not up to me."
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