Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A group of Slytherins went out in a clatter, and only Hoffa and Riddle were left in the ward.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little dignified and weird.

Riddle had a transparent IV tube wrapped around his arm and a thick bandage around his waist. He glanced at Hoffa, then straightened his waist and pulled off his IV tube.

"I hate being sick."

He seemed to say something to himself.

Hoffa didn't speak, and the corner of his eyes turned to the bedside table, where there were a few potted flowers, a water glass, and Tom Riddle's yew cedar wand.

After asking for the infusion tube, the black-haired boy slowly got up from the hospital bed. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and stepped on slippers to stand up. Walk across to Hoffa.

Tom Riddle's pupils were completely black, and his hair was completely black. With his pale complexion, there was a strange beauty at this moment.

For some reason, Hoffa felt that he was more Asian than himself, although he knew he had no Asian ancestry.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Tom Riddle suddenly gave a charming smile.

"How long have we not been alone? Since we came back from the cave."

Hoffa calmly said: "You don't need to remind me in particular, I didn't forget."

"Then are you here to kill me?"

He tilted his head and interrupted Hoffa: "Before I can regain my strength."

Hoffa shook his head and smiled: "Here, at school?"

Tom Riddle said: "We are wizards. If we can't even do this little thing, what do we do with magic?"

Hoffa narrowed his smile, and under Tom Riddle's gaze, he casually walked to his bedside table, grabbed the yew wand and looked at the sun for a while.

"No, I think, I won't kill you."

He said calmly.

"For what?" Tom Riddle's smiling face instantly became fierce.

"To prove that you are different from me? Or to prove that you are a noble person."

Hoffa didn't speak, he put down his wand and his face was expressionless.

Riddle lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his eyes hanging, his voice as low as a viper neighing.

"Do you know? Looking at you makes me nauseous, you think you saved me that night, I will be grateful to you? Huh?"

His expression grew disgusting.

Hoffa calmly picked up the kettle and filled his glass with water.

"There are many different people in the world, Tom, and there are many different choices."

"Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Tom Riddle sneered. "Dare you come and preach to me?"

Hoffa walked to Riddle with the water glass, "Drink more hot water."

"you!!!"

Riddle put a finger up, and his chest rose and fell sharply in front of Hoffa's nose with anger, his eyes glowed with red light, and his delicate face became very rough, like a wild beast. At this moment, he did not hide his killing intent to Hoffa at all.

He was so angry that the wound on his chest opened, and he didn't even notice it.

And Hoffa just held the cup.

The confrontation lasted for about seven seconds, and he finally calmed down his killing intent, and laughed out of breath, and said sarcastically:

"Okay, okay, wait and see, Hoffa Bach."

He chopped his hand to grab the water glass in front of him, and the back of his hand burst into blue.

"I have to admit that my judgment in the orphanage is a bit biased. You are different from me, and you are more stupid."

After speaking, he drank the water in the cup in one gulp, then squeezed the cup to pieces.

Water dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he sat on the bed with his palm dripping blood, and said coldly, "Say, why come to me?"

With his pockets in his hands, Hoffa sat on the bed opposite him.

"I want to know what the person who attacked you looked like that night."

"It has something to do with you? Nosy fool?" Tom Riddle said harshly.

"You don't talk to people like this outside, Tom."

Hoffa pointed to the outside and said calmly.

"I bother."

Riddle wiped the corners of his mouth and vomited **** sputum, not knowing why he was disdainful.

Afterwards, he said grimly: "A tall man with red eyes, wearing a suit and a crown."

"The half-man king."

"Yes, that's the half-man king in the newspaper. That stupid fool who makes trouble everywhere for fear that the world will not mess up. Half-man, hum, stupid nickname, stupid dress, stupid behavior."

"Why did he shoot you?"

"Why? Need a reason, he saw me, I saw him."

"Who did it first?"

"Of course it's me." Riddle sneered. "Seeing that kind of person doesn't do anything, do you think everyone in the world is as stupid as you?"

"But he was not injured."

"Yes, I used chain curse, cutting curse, and freezing curse, but he was not injured at all. Even my curse spell hit him like it hit a piece of wood."

Hoffa didn't speak. When he thought of Barcelona, ​​he ignored the scene of Osivia's heartbreaking curse.

Tom looked at the ceiling with a rare self-deprecating grin, and lowered his head.

"At that moment, I knew that I was not facing a person at all."

"Isn't it a Muggle."

"Muggle, ha, Muggle can do this? What are you kidding about? My curse is irresistible. It directly affects the soul. Anyone cursed by me will fall."

Riddle stared at Hoffa's eyes, as if threatening: "But he is not. All spells are meaningless to him. I don't think he is human at all."

"Then he shot?"

"Yes, but he said something to me before shooting."

"What?"

"He said, run away, Slytherin bastard."

After saying, "He shot, deliberately missed the heart."

Riddle pointed to the bleeding wound in his chest.

"deliberately?"

Hoffa frowned.

"Yes."

Tom's arms trembled, and the killing intent on his face was almost crazy. "He has no intention to kill, no soul, nothing, he is just doing one thing, like having fun."

After he finished speaking, he breathed a little bit quickly, and then coughed violently.

He blew his nose, and dots of blood rolled out of his nose as he coughed.

He still glanced at Hoffa vigilantly, as if he was afraid that Hoffa would suddenly take a knife and stab it in his stomach.

But Hoffa just frowned slightly and looked at each other, knowing that he couldn't ask anything.

"Okay, then you can rest."

After speaking, he got up and walked out calmly.

At the door, the two stone arms that blocked the gate retracted to the ground with Hoffa's arrival.

Just as Hoffa was about to open the door and leave, suddenly, a hint of crisis behind him made him suddenly alert.

He didn't want to use his wand to transform the shield directly.

More than a dozen dangerous ice cones were blocked by Hoffager, and they clanged on the ground.

Putting down the shield, Riddle stood there holding a yew wand and sneered: "Is it still impossible to release a shield curse, Bach."

Hoffa didn't speak, and the shield turned into a sharp blade in his hand. He pointed the sharp blade at Riddle, and then strode out the door.

boom!

After the door is closed.

Riddle kicked the opposite bed.

Hoffa walked out of the ward without squinting, he waved his finger.

Outside the door, the two female nurses who were stuck in the wall and covered their mouths were relieved instantly and fell to the ground.

The medical staff next to him gathered around and handed tissues to the two frightened nurses.

"Who is that?" the nurse asked in horror, pointing to Hoffa's back.

"A second-year student seems to be an assistant in a transformation class." A nurse replied.

"It's a second-year teaching assistant again." The female nurse looked at the ward in horror.

"Are all the students in this class so scary?"