"Who … Who are you?"
Peter Pettigrew asked in a trembling voice as he slumped on the ground.
Hoffa lowered his head and looked carefully at the first character he met in the original story after fifty years. It was very refreshing. He could see a buck-toothed dwarf holding his head and looking at him in disbelief.
The moonlight shone through the old window and formed three spots on Peter Pettigrew's face. His lusterless, sparse hair was messy and there was a large bald patch on the top. He looked wrinkled and his skin was dirty, like a Catholic who had not bathed for decades.
"I'm looking for Tom Liddell. Is he home?"
Hoffa let go of Naniji's tail. It flipped over and ran away on the dusty floor.
"He … He …"
The short man forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. His fat nose was sweating profusely.
"He … He … I don't know … Who … Who are you … talking about … Your Excellency …"
Hoffa squatted down. "Tom Marvolo Liddell, the greatest Dark Magician, Lord Voldemort, the mysterious man. You don't know him?"
"I don't know him, I don't know him, I'm just passing by … passing by …"
Peter the Little Dwarf retreated frantically, leaving streaks of marks on the dusty ground. However, behind him was the corner of the wall, and there was nowhere for him to retreat.
"Liar, you know it."
Hoffa's face was stern.
At this time, the moonlight outside the mansion was covered by dark clouds. Pettigrew's face was hidden in the darkness. Then, he threw out his wand. The wand turned into a dagger in mid-air.
"Go to hell!"
He roared.
Clang!
The tip of the dagger hit something hard and could not go any further. Hoffa helplessly grabbed the dagger and took it away, turning it back into his wand.
When the dark clouds dispersed, Peter the Dwarf looked at the pair of weird golden eyes and let out a short, ear-piercing shriek. "Ah!"
Following the scream, his body shrunk rapidly. Soon, he became a tiny gray-furred mouse and ran forward frantically.
Dong!
He bumped into a tall wall that suddenly appeared and almost knocked himself dizzy.
When he was lifted up again, his body twitched crazily, twisting and turning from a little mouse back into a human.
This was something that Peter had never seen before. His Shapeshifting skill, which he was so proud of, was silently neutralized. The young baldy's hand was like an iron clamp that firmly locked him in place. What the hell? Am I the same as that woven bag in his eyes?
Hoffa took a step back and pressed the upside-down Peter Pettigrew against the wall. Countless slender fingers appeared on the wall and hooked onto his body, preventing him from moving.
"I'm looking for Tom. Take me to his room," he said bitterly.
"You … You … Who are you?"
I'm Tom's friend, so I should be. "Hoffa smiled bitterly." Barely. "
"… You're looking for the wrong … wrong place. Here … Here, there's no … no one called … Tom …"
Peter Pettigrew was hung upside down on the wall. His eyes were rolling crazily and his face was red. Cold sweat dripped from his chin to the ground.
"What are you afraid of?" Hoffa was helpless. "I'm not going to eat you. Take me to your master, Lord Voldemort."
However, his comforting words did not have any effect. Peter Pettigrew only shook his hair crazily. Hoffa felt that he was exaggerating. Was he really that scary? Why was no one willing to talk to him nicely?
Hence, he squatted down again and tried to persuade him. However, when Peter Pettigrew saw him squatting down, he was so scared that he started crying. Tears and snot flowed down his face. He was in a sorry state.
"Don't … Don't … Don't kill me. The Peters were killed by Sirius. The Longbartons were killed by Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix. I didn't do anything. Don't look for me … Don't look for me."
Looking at the dwarf in front of him who was about to pee himself, Hoffa thought of something and rolled up his sleeves. He showed the tattoo of a black snake on his arm to Peter Pettigrew.
"Look, Peter. I'm really not here to hurt anyone."
Looking at the black snake on his arm, Peter Pettigrew's frightened face gradually turned into shock. He stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes.
At the same time, a hoarse voice murmured in the air, "Who's there?"
The voice was erratic and echoed in the empty and dilapidated hall. His intonation was very strange, and his words were like bouncing beads, mixed with the rustling sound of sliding.
Thud.
Peter Pettigrew fell from the wall.
"Do we have a guest? Worm Tail, bring him up to see me."
The drifting voice came from afar and came closer. It was like a gust of wind that blew past the two of them and disappeared without a trace.
Peter Pettigrew stood up and stared at Hoffa's arm. He licked his lips and still looked confused. He did not seem to understand why such a young guy would have the sacred mark of the Dark Demon on his arm.
Hoffa handed the wand to him and reminded him, "Lead the way."
He stood up and took the wand. He wiped it on his waist and then walked forward, looking back every few steps.
Hoffa followed behind Peter and admired the old and dilapidated building. He had to admit that Liddell's ancestors were really rich. The huge beams on the ceiling were crisscrossed. Armored warriors covered in dust and cobwebs guarded the various ancient decorations hanging in the room. On the farthest wall, there was a giant comedy mask with squinting eyes and a creepy smile. It was even weirder than the Valhalla Shrine in Norse mythology, where the souls of the fallen soldiers were enshrined. On the opposite wall, there was a tragic mask of the same standard. Both were carved from ancient oak. Between the two huge masks, one sad and one happy, was a huge iron candlestick with cobwebs hanging straight from the ceiling.
Perhaps even Liddell himself had to admit that his father's family, which he had always despised, was more aristocratic than the dilapidated Gunter's Mansion.
Passing through the gloomy Gothic corridor, Peter Pettigrew brought Hoffa to a study at the top of the third floor and opened the door for him.
Standing at the door and looking around, the only materials that could be seen were leather and oak, or oak and stone. The only light in the room was the fire in the fireplace. The fireplace was twelve feet wide. Years of smoking and the polishing of time gave the fireplace a bronze luster. At the moment, the fire was still burning quietly, but it was not hot.
A large, quaint chair was placed in front of the fireplace. Below the chair was a body with a long tail. It was Naniji who had just escaped.
Sensing that someone had entered the room, Naniji, who was sitting on the floor, turned around and looked at him. He immediately retracted his head and hid behind the chair.
"Who's there, Wormtail?"
The voice came from behind the chair.
"Your … your … other servant … master."
Peter Pettigrew looked at Hoffa and stammered.
"Is it Bella? Or Barty? "
The voice in front of the fireplace asked softly, but it sounded a little urgent.
Standing with his back to the light, Hoffa stood motionless in the huge shadow. Peter Pettigrew had already retreated. Hoffa could see from the corner of his eyes that there was an extremely well-hidden purple serpent on the ceiling. It was motionless and staring at him like a statue.
"Who is it?"
The voice in front of the chair was confused.
"It's me, Tom."
Hoffa said emotionally, "It's been a while."
Silence.
Even though he could not see the person's face through the back of the chair, Hoffa could feel that the person's body was frozen.
For a while, there was no sound in the hall. It was so quiet that only the crackling of the fireplace could be heard.
He did not know how long he had waited.
Then, the chair in front of him made a grinding sound and slowly turned around.
Hoffa saw the face of his old classmate. Even though he was mentally prepared, he could not help but arched his back.
He looked like a curled up baby. He had no hair and his body seemed to be covered with scales. His skin was dark red like blood, like the red meat under the torn gauze. His arms and legs were thin and soft. His face looked like it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. It was flat and there were no lips. Only a pair of dim red eyes could be seen.
The pair of red eyes stared at the young man who came in. The expression on his face changed from disbelief to shock and confusion. Finally, it became extremely serious as if a storm was coming.
"It's you …"
He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. His voice was filled with hatred. "Hoffa Bach!"
The dark walls around them slowly blurred. The fire in the fireplace dimmed automatically as if to match the atmosphere. The entire Liddell Manor, Tom, Naniji, and Peter the Dwarf, were all immersed in a murderous atmosphere at this moment.
Naniji, whose head was resting on the chair, quickly crawled to the corner. On the ceiling, the hidden purple snake coiled and slowly slithered under Tom's chair.
The air was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.
In the midst of the tension, the ferocious Tom Riddle suddenly let out a strange laugh. "Life is tough. You don't even have hair."
The fire in the fireplace burned brightly. Everything seemed to have been resolved.
Hoffa smiled. "You too."
He put down the woven bag in his hand and slowly took a step forward.
Just this step.
The purple snake under Tom Riddle's chair suddenly turned into a meteor and passed through Hoffa's body. It crashed into the wooden door behind him and sent the entire door flying.
Smoke and dust billowed. Peter the Dwarf, who was hiding behind the door, screamed in horror and ran away like a rat.
"Kill him!"
Tom Riddle on the chair let out a high-pitched scream.
Naniji, who was hiding in the shadows, also rushed forward. He circled around and opened his bloody mouth to bite Hoffa's body. But the body slowly turned into a blurry Mirage and disappeared into the air.
"You've become slow, Tom."
Hoffa's body slowly appeared from the fireplace. He sighed. "I'm not here to fight with you this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two snakes behind him were grabbed by countless stone hands and pressed firmly to the ground. The stone hands were densely packed until the two snakes were pressed into mummies.
"We … have nothing to talk about …"
The abominable baby panted and gritted his teeth. It was as if just moving took all his strength. He gripped the back of the chair tightly and looked at Hoffa in despair and unwillingness. "Who told you my location? Was it that old bastard Albus Dumbledore, or was it that fence-sitter Lucius Malfoy? Speak! Speak!! "
Hoffa shook his head. "Neither."
"Don't you dare trick me!"
Tom desperately raised his neck. "You can kill me once, you can kill me twice. But one day, I will make you pay the most painful price!"
Hoffa squatted down and looked at the red eyes with his golden eyes.
Lord Voldemort on the chair tried his best to curl up into a ball. His body was trembling, but the hatred in his eyes grew stronger. Under the hatred, there was an uncontrollable fear.
Hoffa lowered his head and sighed.
"If I wanted you to die, why would I waste so much time here? You should be weaker than ever now."
Hoffa continued, "I know you want to kill me because of what happened fifty years ago. But that's not realistic. You're in a worse state than I am now."
"If you don't want to kill me, what do you want to do?"
"I want to ask you for something," Hoffa said.
"Wishful thinking. You can get anything from me," Tom Riddle screamed.
"I want Pévlier's secret resurrection technique. Can you give it to me? Hoffa ignored Tom Riddle's resistance and said, "In exchange, I can give you Nicole Lemay's Philosopher's Stone."
Silence.
Still silence.
Tom's expression gradually changed from rage and fear to confusion. His wide red eyes narrowed into slits.
？？？
After a while, Tom Riddle asked eerily, "Why do you want the resurrection technique? Aren't you alive?"
Hoffa didn't answer and stared at him.
The two of them looked at each other in silence for a while. Suddenly, Tom Riddle's face showed surprise and understanding. "Don't tell me you want to resurrect that? Your … what was her name again? Ravenclaw's girlfriend? "
"Aglaia."
Hoffa said without hesitation.
"Hahahahaha!!"
The little baby in front of him suddenly burst into a shrill laughter. He laughed so crazily that his body rolled into a ball on the chair.
"Hahahahaha!! Hahahaha … Sad! Sad! Sad! " He panted and scolded, "Sad, sad, sad, sad, fifty years have passed. Fifty years, you only have power, you only have a transformation that has never been seen before. You can get anything you want, but your vision is so narrow that you can only accommodate one woman!"
His eyes were no longer filled with fear. He even used his soft legs to support himself and stood up from the chair while trembling. He pointed at Hoffa's nose and scolded furiously.
"Why can't you be like me and think about conquering the world? Why can't you be like a real normal person, a person in the mortal world? When you conquer the world, you can have as many women as you want! You can have as much money as you want! You can have as much power as you want! Aren't those things ten thousand times better than a lowly mixed-blood beauty? "
"Everyone is different, Tom."
Hoffa didn't get angry and said calmly.
"That's right, that's right. Everyone is different, Bach."
Tom stared with his red eyes and panted heavily.
"This is why I hate you. It's not because you killed me once, Hoffa Bach. It's because you're different from us. You're an anomaly from the beginning to the end, a freak.
But let me tell you, this world has no place for anomalies, no place for freaks, and no place for bullshit equality and universal love. The way you've shown me, I will never understand or approve of it. No one will approve of it! "
After saying that, he plopped down on the chair and looked at Huo Fa without the slightest scruple. It was as if he had caught Huo Fa's weak spot. He said proudly,
"Come on, come on, if you want to get Pévlier's Resurrection Technique, if you want to know the secret of human body refinement, then kill me. Threaten me with death! Come on! "
Tom Riddle, who was curled up on the chair, laughed wildly and said, "Can you do it, Ravenclaw? Can you do it, Hoffa Bach!? "
Hoffa stood up and took a step back. He didn't say anything.
Tom Riddle laughed even more happily, "Hahaha, look at you, look at you, you arrogant Ravenclaw. In the end, you're begging me, Slytherin. You're begging someone you don't even like and don't approve of, hahahahaha … Cough cough cough … "
He laughed and laughed, then suddenly coughed violently. Not only was he coughing, he even vomited a puddle of murky white liquid. The air was filled with an unpleasant stench.
"Wormtail!"
He leaned weakly on the chair. "Wormtail!!"
Peter, who was hiding in the distance and trembling, rushed over and supported the coughing Lord Voldemort. He took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. He asked in a trembling voice, "How are you, Master? Don't be angry, don't be angry, there's more in the bottle. Master, if you're still hungry, then …"
"Shut up, idiot!"
Tom ignored him and pointed at Hoffa.
"You … Do you know who this person is?"
"Master … I … I don't know him."
Peter Pettigrew stuttered as he looked at Hoffa.
"You don't know him!?"
Tom Riddle suddenly opened his red eyes and said excitedly, "If you don't know him, then I'll let you know. Let me tell you, he's Hoffa Bach, 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 legendary figure who is like a living fossil."
"Uh … Is that so?"
Peter wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and forced a fake smile, "Then … Then that's really, really embarrassing."
"Scram!!"
Tom Riddle suddenly shouted angrily.
Peter was shocked. He let go of his hand and helplessly and awkwardly stepped back and disappeared into the darkness.
Tom Riddle raised his trembling hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. He said sarcastically, "Do you see that? These kind of people are the most common people in the world, the most mediocre people. They don't care about being legendary or not, they don't care about what you've done. They only want power, women, and money. They won't be influenced by some bullsh * t of love and hope. They will only succumb to violence — but as long as they have the chance, they will be more violent than anyone else! And the only way to deal with people like them is to be a thousand times, ten thousand times more violent than them! "
"Why are you telling me this? This has nothing to do with our deal."
Hoffa looked at him calmly, "I'll use the Sorcerer's Stone to exchange with you …"
"Hehehehe … Sorcerer's Stone, f * ck the Sorcerer's Stone."
After saying this, Tom Riddle finally calmed down. He looked at Hoffa and let out a long sigh. His voice was unusually gentle and his eyes were filled with sarcasm, "I'll tell you the secret of Pévlier. I'll even give you the Resurrection Stone, Hoffa. My dear Hoffa, of course I'll do that. Those things are dead, they're just objects. "
"What's the price?" Hoffa asked.
Tom Riddle said gently, "You know, from the first day of the orphanage, I've never changed my attitude. As long as you …"
"As long as I what?"
"Hehehe, as long as you stay with me and stand on my side. Completely and sincerely, change yourself and become one with us. "
"That's it?"
Hoffa raised his eyebrows.
"Don't even think about using the mistletoe to kill me again!"
Tom Riddle suddenly shouted, "I'm telling you, without me, you'll achieve nothing!! You'll grow old and die alone. You'll be trampled on, spurned, and forgotten by those mediocre people!!! "
Silence.
Hoffa looked at the enraged Liddell and didn't say anything. He turned around and walked to his bag of fruits, placing it in front of Tom Liddell. Then, he took out an apple from the bag. The skin of the apple rustled under his fingers.
Finally, he finished peeling the apple and placed it in front of Tom.
"I won't."
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