Water droplets dripped from the faucet, and the glaring sunlight shone through the skylight, forming small round spots on the tiled floor of the washroom.
Hoffa hid in a place where the sun couldn't reach. When he saw the guy who barged into the washroom, he heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't Manse, but Ryan.
This kid didn't die after falling into the sea.
"Ryan?"
Kiria's eyes lit up. She rushed forward and grabbed his hand. Her eyes were red, and she said happily and reproachfully, "Where did you go?"
"I fell into the sea."
After saying that, he hugged the female vampire tightly. After hugging her for a few seconds, he quickly pushed her away and said to Hoffa in a hurry, "Quick, let's get out of here. Riddle, Riddle wants to kill me."
"Who do I want to kill?"
A sinister voice came from outside the door.
Hoffa turned his head and saw a tall and thin figure standing outside the door. It was Tom Riddle. He was holding onto the door frame, and he looked much worse than the last time he saw him. His originally smooth black hair was now messy like a chicken's nest. His exquisite muggle suit was full of holes from the fire. What was worse was his arm. Below the elbow joint, his left arm was bent into a "Z" shape. His exposed skin was a mixture of sweat and blood. It looked terrible. Only his eyes were still flashing with lust and unfathomable emotions.
"Oh, you're all here?"
Tom put his only movable right arm behind his back and slowly walked into the washroom. After entering, he even closed the iron door with his foot.
Although he didn't leave any traces behind, Hoffa still saw a flash of green in his hand.
Mistletoe.
"Why did you run so fast, Ryan?" He asked as he walked towards the three of them.
Ryan supported the female vampire and stood beside Hoffa, like a fledgling hiding from the storm behind a cliff.
"Tom …"
Hoffa held onto the sink behind him and propped himself up. Although he was extremely tired and sleepy, he didn't want to show any weakness in front of his old friend from the orphanage.
"I saw the muggle you were talking about." Tom raised his bent arm. "He almost killed me."
"See, I didn't lie to you, right?"
"Yes, I'm grateful that you're so honest with me." Tom held onto the white tiles of the washroom wall and said as he walked, "But my hand that's used to use the wand is broken. I'm afraid I can't help you."
"It's okay." Hoffa pointed at the window on the ceiling behind him. "You can use Mirage to get out of here. Slughorn's will heal you quickly."
"Do you think I'm the type's't's't's's's's's? You're looking down on me.. . "He slowly said as he got closer and closer to the three of them. A dangerous aura filled the washroom, and it was getting more and more intense.
Huo Fa put his hands behind his back and groped around until he found the switch of a faucet. He wanted to break it off and use it as a weapon, but after a few tries, he realized that he wasn't strong enough during the day. He couldn't even bend a piece of iron. What was even more infuriating was that his magic seemed to be blocked, and his recovery speed was extremely slow.
"You … You … Don't come over!" Ryan raised his wand and pointed at Tom Riddle who was leaning against the wall.
"This is Hufflepuff's' way of treating his friends. Hehe, pointing his wand at his savior." Tom's movements were slow and firm. He didn't look at Ryan at all, but stared at Hoffa.
"You didn't save me!" Ryan said. "In your eyes, I'm no different than a piece of paper that you use to wipe your ass. You throw me away when you're done with me!"
"Haha, haha …" Tom laughed out loud. "Hmm, interesting. Then tell me, who was the one who untied you when you fell into the sea? Who was the one who put up a shield when the muggles fired at you?"
"It's … It's you …" Ryan lowered his wand and then quickly raised it again. "You … You wanted to kill me and turn the mistletoe black."
Tom shook his head in disdain and stood still. At this moment, he came in front of the three of them and extended his broken hand in front of Hoffa. His face showed a miserable smile. "Can you help me take care of my wound, Bach? You've been running around outside for so long, you should know some emergency measures. "
"I will." Hoffa gave up on turning off the faucet. He held Liddell's broken hand, tore off a piece of his clothes, and forcibly straightened his broken hand in a "Z" shape.
Tom didn't even frown at this unimaginable pain. He stood in front of Hoffa and watched him bandage his arm. He whispered, "Bach, kill him and that woman. This is the only way we can survive. "
His breath blew through his hair without the slightest warmth. Hoffa lowered his head and bandaged his wound without saying a word.
"There's no other way." Tom continued to whisper. "Physical injuries are meaningless to that guy. The only thing we can do is to destroy his soul."
While Tom was whispering, Ryan and the female vampire looked at each other in dismay and slowly stepped back. Hoffa finished bandaging Tom's broken hand. He looked into his eyes and shook his head. "I can't do it."
"Then what do you suggest?" Tom asked calmly.
"I'll stay here and stall for time. You guys go back and call for help."
"That's not a bad idea." Tom touched his chin and nodded. "Then we'll do as you say."
With that, he pulled out the mistletoe and stabbed it hard at Hoffa's abdomen without warning. The mistletoe was stopped less than three centimeters away from Liddell's abdomen. Hoffa grabbed Tom's wrist tightly. He gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Are you going to kill me just like that?"
"I thought you had made some progress in the outside world. Now it seems that you're no different from when you were in the orphanage. You really can't change your ways!"
"Same to you!" Hoffa stretched out his hand and pulled. The bandage that had just been wrapped loosened instantly. As it scattered, the mistletoe was pulled out of Tom's hand and into Hoffa's.
Holding the mistletoe, Hoffa jumped back.
Tom pointed with one hand. The Dark Demon mark that was branded on Hoffa's arm turned a dazzling red as if it was on fire. It emitted a high temperature that almost melted Hoffa's bones. He held his arm in pain and stepped back. He shouted to Ryan and the vampire in the distance, "What are you waiting for? Help me if you want to live!"
Ryan and the vampire didn't dare to hesitate. Zizi pounced on Tom, who was leaning against the wall.
Tom smiled grimly. "You're overestimating yourself!"
He then raised his magic wand.
However, the moment he raised his magic wand, the expression on his face changed again. It changed from grimace to extreme fear. He looked behind Hoffa in fear. "You … How did you get in!?"
Looking at his expression, Hoffa's heart dropped like a roller coaster. The Manse was here!?
He turned his head around with a pale face. There was no one behind him.
He could only see himself, Ryan, and the vampire's frightened faces in the bathroom mirror. He also saw Tom's sinister sneer.
He thought to himself that he had fallen into a trap.
He turned his head again. Tom moved from stillness. He dashed over like a rabbit, grabbed Ryan's head, and slammed him heavily against the wall. A loud clang was heard. Along with the shattering of the glass, Ryan fell to the ground with his head bleeding.
Before the vampire could react, Tom pulled and hooked Kiria with one arm. He hooked Kiria tightly in his arms without letting her make a sound. He panted heavily. He used so much force that the vampire's face turned from white to green in an instant.
In a flash, the control of the bathroom returned to Tom Riddle's hands.
He looked at Hoffa, strangled the vampire, and roared fiercely, "Give me the mistletoe!!"
"The enemy is right in front of you, and you want to kill your teammates first?" Hoffa asked angrily.
"I don't need teammates, and I don't need a bunch of pig teammates like you." He hooked his arm around the vampire's neck, and the yew wand pressed against her chin. "You're all soft-hearted. What can you do? Hurry up! Give me the mistletoe! "
Hoffa looked at the green branch in his hand, and then looked at the vampire who was strangled to the point that her tongue was sticking out. He put his hands behind his back.
"Or do you want to do it yourself?" Tom leaned against the wall and asked. "If that's the case, I can accept it."
He used his arm to push the vampire's back and made her straighten her chest. "Come on, hurry up. Don't you want the black mistletoe? We'll have it after we kill her."
Hoffa still did not move.
"What are you hesitating for?" Tom looked like he was about to go crazy. "Are you waiting for that immortal Muggle to come and kill us? Anyway, this lowly bat will die sooner or later. Might as well do something for us before she dies."
"Hoffa, don't … The dead can't change anything …" Ryan, who was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, said.
"Shut up! Trash! " Tom shouted angrily. "When this is over, I'm going to cut your head open and see if it's filled with brain matter or jelly!"
After that, he turned to Hoffa and said in a gentler tone, "What are you thinking? I don't believe that you've killed a lot of people these years. A vampire, let alone one, even if you kill ten thousand of them, no one will say anything. Think about it, how many people's blood has been sucked dry by this guy? Killing it is justice!"
Under Tom's painstaking persuasion, Hoffa finally moved. He took the mistletoe and walked towards Tom step by step. At that moment, a strong sense of destiny welled up in his heart.
Tom curled his lips and sneered. He held the vampire hostage and walked forward.
Ryan staggered up from the ground and stood in front of Hoffa. He begged, "I beg you, don't do this …"
Hoffa did not say a word. He pushed him to the ground again and stood in front of Tom. The air in the bathroom seemed to have frozen. The four of them had different expressions. Tom was indescribably ferocious, the female vampire was struggling to breathe, Ryan was in despair because he could not get up, and Hoffa was unfathomably cold.
"Come on …" Ji Lia looked at Hoffa from Tom's iron-like arm and said with difficulty, "If … if you can really avenge my family, then please … don't waste …"
"Did you see that?"
Tom hid behind Ji Lia and sneered at Ryan. "Did you see that? Your girlfriend of a one-night stand is much more aware than you."
"Enough, Tom." Hoffa was expressionless. His voice was ethereal. "Actually, I have a way. No one needs to die."
"What are you thinking? An inhuman power must end with an inhuman power. The mistletoe needs to devour souls to turn black. We have no other choice."
"That's right." Hoffa nodded. "But did you know that there's such a person in the world? Even if his soul is destroyed, he won't die. And that person is right in front of me."
Tom's expression slowly turned pale. He saw the subtle mockery in Hoffa's eyes and instantly understood what he was going to do.
"B * stard!" He pushed the female vampire forward without hesitation. Then, he raised his wand and pointed it at Hoffa. "Die!"
Huo Fa, who had been prepared for this, leaped off the ground and dodged the female vampire. Right where he was standing just now, countless tiny black hands emerged from the ground and tried to stop him.
He came behind Tom, raised the mistletoe and stabbed it at his abdomen. Tom held Hoffa's arm with one hand and pushed him back. He lifted Hoffa's arm and pressed him against the wall.
Dong!! The moment his back hit the wall, Hoffa spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale. The two of them were very close. Tom noticed Hoffa's weakness. He laughed. "Good, good. So you're just putting on a strong front. You're just bluffing …"
"Yes, but I have two hands." Hoffa finished speaking and took out a mistletoe with his other hand. He brought it with him from Yunduan Base.
This time, he did not hold back. He put all his strength into this attack. A green light flashed and the green twig became as hard as iron under the Transfiguration Spell.
Splat!
There was a soft sound.
It was like a fruit knife stabbed into a watermelon.
Tom's head tilted and he fell to the ground. Then, he got up and leaned against the steel sink. Blood flowed down his cheeks, over his shoulders, and along his fingertips to the ground.
He touched his head with his bloodstained hand and felt a sharp protrusion. He moved his hand away as if he had been electrocuted and slowly touched it again. Finally, when he turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his whole body was trembling.
In the mirror, there was a green twig in his temple. After the green twig absorbed enough blood, it turned from green to black at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was like a sponge that fell into an ink bottle.
"You … You motherf * cker …" He looked at Hoffa in disbelief.
"Bro, don't look at me like that." Hoffa said with a guilty expression. "Four years ago, you killed me once. Now, I'll kill you once. We don't owe each other anything."
Thump.
Tom knelt in front of Hoffa. He raised his head and stared at him. His handsome face squeezed out a twisted smile. "Good … Good … Good. You're really something. Just you wait …"
After that, he fell to the ground with his head down and no longer made a sound. Blood seeped out of his forehead bit by bit and flowed to Huo Fa's feet. He leaned against the white porcelain wall, holding his chest as he panted.
The bathroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a while, Ryan's trembling voice came from beside Hoffa. "You … You killed … him? You killed … you killed Slytherin's class leader? One of the best students in Hogwarts!? "
He lay on the ground and struggled to prop himself up. Looking at Tom Riddle's gruesome expression, he couldn't even speak properly.
Hoffa shook his head. He touched Riddle's eyes and pulled out the mistletoe from his temple. "If the best student died just like that, then you've underestimated him."
He wiped the black mistletoe on his pants and walked to Ryan. He squatted down in front of him. "What I'm going to tell you next is very important. Listen carefully."
Ryan stared at him blankly.
"From today onwards, you can't return to Hogwarts. If Tom Riddle sees you again, I can guarantee that he will kill you. There's nothing I can do about it."
"What are you talking about?"
Ryan looked at the corpse on the white tiles. "You … you were the one who killed Riddle. How did it become Riddle trying to kill me?"
As soon as he said that, the yew wand in Huo Fa's hand suddenly twitched violently. The yew wand unexpectedly turned into a tiny viper. It raised its sharp head and opened its mouth to bite Huo Fa's arm.
He flicked his hand as if he had been electrocuted and threw the little snake out. The little purple snake immediately became thicker and bigger when it landed on the ground, until it became an eight-meter-long python. The python opened its mouth and swallowed Tom's body, then slithered towards the window and disappeared without a trace.
The exhausted Hoffa couldn't do anything to stop it. He rolled up his sleeves. The Stygian Demonic Mark on his arm didn't seem to be fading. As he expected, Tom had already come into contact with the mystery of the Soul Split.
Ryan didn't know what to say for a long time. Under the continuous changes, his brain couldn't accept it anymore. He was a little numb.
"How did this happen?" he muttered. "How did this happen? What kind of Sorcerers are you …"
"I can't explain it to you. It's not good for you to know too much." Hoffa pulled Ryan up and brought him in front of the female vampire, Kylia. "I'm sorry for using you, but that's all I can do. If you want to live a little longer, it's better for you to keep a low profile in the future," he said.
The female vampire looked at him with a complicated expression. It was as if she was looking at an unknown creature, an alien.
"Take him away." Hoffa handed Ryan to her. "Leave this place, leave this city, leave this country. Go as far as you can."
"What about you? What about you? "The female vampire's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
"I have my own matters to attend to, but that has nothing to do with you," he said calmly.
"I can help you," Ryan said. "I can go back to Cloud Base and get someone to help you …"
"There's no need for that anymore." Hoffa looked at the black mistletoe in his hand and shook his head. "Ryan, don't go back. If you want to help me, leaving now will be the best help you can give me. "
"He's right." Kylia pulled Ryan's arm and bowed deeply to Hoffa. After she got up, she pulled Ryan's arm. "Let's go. We'll only be a burden to him if we stay here."
Ryan was pulled away by the female vampire. He kept looking back as he walked away. "Wait a minute," Ryan suddenly said. He pushed the female vampire away and hurried back to Hoffa's side. "Wait a minute. I have something to tell you."
Hoffa tilted his head and looked at him curiously. Ryan pondered for a moment and said, "I didn't know you when we were in the first grade. I admired you when we were in the second grade. I sympathized with you when we were in the third grade. However, after interacting with you, I started to hate you."
As he spoke, he laughed self-deprecatingly. "Perhaps I've never been able to understand you. No one can truly understand you. But I know that there must be something very precious hidden deep in your heart that you've never discarded."
Hoffa's eyes widened slightly. He looked at the boy whom he had only known for a few days in shock.
Ryan opened his arms and hugged Hoffa. He whispered in his ear, "I don't know what that is, but if you can, please don't throw it away."
After saying that, he did not linger any longer. He let go of Hoffa and went to Kylia's side. After waving goodbye to her, he disappeared with the female vampire, Mirage.
In the bathroom under the setting sun, Hoffa watched the two of them leave. He let out a long sigh. For some reason, he felt a sense of loss in his heart. He also felt an indescribable emotion.
He knew that he would never see the two of them again. A simple and somewhat foolish boy, and a prostitute vampire with quite a story. They were just like the others he had met in this strange journey. They hurriedly passed by him and disappeared from his side. Would they be together? How long would that strange love last? Only God would know.
However, Ryan's final encouragement was like a cardiac stimulant. It made him stand up, exhausted. He understood that his mission was far from complete.
He raised the black mistletoe.
The strange black light flowed on the tender branches like a living creature. He could feel some ancient and hidden evil from it. It was a thirst that could never be satisfied.
A thirst for souls.
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