Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Tom Riddle was quite astonished. When he received the letter from the Hufflepuff students, he didn't take this task too seriously. After all, a vampire was nothing to him.

However, the situation in this dungeon was quite unexpected. The most unexpected thing was the guy in front of him. He stared at him, staring straight ahead, seeing his childhood orphan in this place where the corpses were all over the field. The opponent of the courtyard, the other party is still naked.

Even the future Dark Lord couldn't bear this weird scene. After thinking about it carefully, this guy seems to always be able to do something beyond the scope of normal people's understanding, from the first to the third grade. He didn't expect that after he came out, he would not change at all, but let himself go even more.

Hoffa held the corpse, equally shocked, looking at the guy in the dark green suit behind him, he subconsciously picked up a dead body and blocked it in front of him.

That guy is as handsome as a model from a certain old fashion magazine, and the message that I am at the peak of my appearance is overflowing all over his body.

Tom Riddle. The boss of the snake farm. He did not expect that it was not Ryan that came back, but this guy. The "old friend" of this own orphanage, the future Dark Lord. This is the first time Hoffa has seen him since he was overdrawn and paralyzed by the curse in his second grade.

He used to be his own confidant, killed his predecessor in the orphanage, and had a cooperative relationship with him, in the second grade.

However, after seeing too much life and death, he has gradually forgotten the contradictions in the school, occasionally think of him, and even miss him a little.

But now is not a good time to reminisce about the old days. When I fell into the pool of blood, the clothes on my body were melted away by the pool of blood. I was ashamed as I was now. Moreover, among the Slytherin crowd present. , There are also girls. They are covering their mouths with the expressions of the performance artist.

"Yeah, Tom."

Hoffa hid behind the corpse, greeted him, and moved to the corner calmly.

"Freak."

Tom stared at him tightly, squeezing a word from his teeth. The back of his hand holding the wand burst into blue veins. Even the veins in his forehead jumped suddenly, as if just seeing Hoffa made his blood pressure rise.

"Why, I haven't seen each other for more than a year, and when I meet, I will be like eating me." Hoffa hid in the corner and changed the subject at the same time, began to pick up the clothes of the hapless vampire in front of him.

Tom looked around, "So, did you kill all these vampires?"

"Don't say that, do you think I am the kind of murderer?"

"Don't think I don't know!" Tom sneered. "In the year you disappeared, you sold alchemy weapons underground in France and secretly supported various armed forces. If you say you don't have blood in your hands, I won't believe it."

"You are pretty well informed."

Hoffa put on trousers and clothes arrogantly. The original owner of the clothes was much taller than him. The clothes were loose on him, half of his chest was exposed.

"It's such a big work, are you just to kill these people and return to the UK?" Tom asked.

"I... forget it."

Seeing the jealous look of the group of Slytherins, Hoffa was both funny and worried. He had no way of defending, Tom Riddle immediately decided that he had killed everyone present, without any doubt, I am afraid that other Slytherins would think the same.

Now, although he had survived by chance, he had completely stepped into the trap that Mans dug for himself. If this matter spreads, then I will definitely become the target of public criticism.

In this precarious age, this so-called "deed" is almost a fatal threat to a lonely person.

Germany is still not in decline, and the future of history is still shrouded in fog. No one knows whether the world will evolve into a scene like the strange man in the high castle. If the Germans learn about this news, they will soon be assassinated and targeted. God knows if the next glass of water he drinks will be equally toxic.

The message must be blocked.

Soon, Hoffa determined his current most important goal. Block the news first, and then think about defeating Mans and saving the nun.

"Did you bring them here by Professor Slughorn?"

He asked Tom Riddle.

"What does it have to do with you?"

A dangerous light was brewing at the tip of Tom Riddle's wand, and he seemed ready to chant a spell at any time.

"Take me to see him, I have very important things to tell him."

Hoffa ignored the murderous intent hidden in Riddle's eyes, he was not the crazy dark king in the future, and he couldn't kill himself grandiosely. If I can persuade the Dean of Slytherin to help me block the news, my safety can be guaranteed for at least a few years and I can continue my secret activities.

"Don't even think about it."

Tom Riddle refused.

"why?"

Hoffa was stunned.

"You leave school without saying a word. No one knows what happened to you. It's good or bad now and which side you are on. In short, I dare not just take a murderous mob to see the dean, you Die this heart."

He held his head up tall, and said sternly.

"A thug who kills without blinking..."

Hoffa's eyes turned to his fingers. On the ring finger of his right hand, he wore a black ring. There was a crack on the ring, but it did not affect its ancient and luxurious.

The soul-returning stone, the heirloom of the Marvolo family. One of the three holy artifacts of the **** of death, one of the Horcruxes in the future, has this guy driven his uncle crazy and killed his father and his family?

Seeing Hoffa not speaking, Tom showed an inscrutable smile on his face. He opened his arms quite gracefully, "Although I don't know how you did it, but from the perspective of an old friend, I advise you to be the best Good to leave here right away, otherwise, when our follow-up reinforcements arrive, you are likely to be locked up by a group of terrible and long-winded old men and interrogated." As he said, there was a trace of hideous disgust in his eyes, "That group of old guys, I like to torture people's moral nature the most!!"

"Tom." Hoffa sighed. "It's very complicated. It's not what you think. I need to see the teacher at Hogwarts right away."

"So stubborn, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Tom turned around and greeted Slytherin behind him, "Go, take pictures and record everything around you, and then notify those in the Perseus community to come over." The corner of his mouth raised: "Just say we found the legend. Middle-the glory of Ravenclaw, Mr. Hoffa Bach."

The Slytherin behind him heard the order, and someone apparated and disappeared. Someone actually took out the old-fashioned camera with a wooden frame and a flashlight from the Wuhen stretched backpack, spread it out and took pictures everywhere, like war reporters. Tom Riddle stayed where he was, watching Hoffa cautiously.

"Aren't you following them?" Hoffa asked.

"I'm looking at you, I didn't leave just now, don't want to leave now."

"Will you take me back and let me see Slughorn?"

"You don't want to meet anyone familiar, Bach, now Hogwarts, is my place."

After only two people, Hoffa and Tom, he stopped pretending, and his delicate face became fanatical and rough. He walked two steps in place, turned his head and looked at Hoffa, "In the past, you were lucky, there was that Draceth The little girl in the family is supporting you, and those teachers are protecting you, but now...heh, friends are dead, do you think there are people who care about you, a polished commander who doesn't even have a family?"

Hoffa's face became ugly.

Tom Riddle continued: "I know, Bach, you can't be on my side. Hmph, Ravenclaw's arrogance is sometimes more annoying than Gryffindor's brainlessness, so you Don't expect me to help you in any way."

"Are you not talking about the conditions?" Hoffa asked softly.

"What kind of capital do you have now to make terms with me? Just a minute ago, you didn't even have a piece of clothing, and you had to strip the dead and wear them."

Hoffa stepped forward.

Tom Riddle immediately took a step back, "Stop, stop, I warn you, don't try to do anything to me, this place will soon be surrounded by our people, it's best not to make yourself have no place in this world."

But Hoffa didn't do it. He walked up to Tom Riddle, pressed to his ear, and whispered: "The ring is so beautiful, it took a lot of effort to get it."

As soon as the voice fell, Riddle took a step back abruptly, looking at him with a **** expression.

Hoffa shrugged: "It's really good that your crazy uncle doesn't kill. Are you afraid that he will expose your affairs?"

Tom Riddle's face gradually changed from dullness to dullness, and from dullness to ferocious gaze. He raised his wand until Hoffa. The clouds in the sky hovered and gathered in the magical power of the whistling of the mountains and the tsunami, flashing green in the meantime. lightning.

Hoffa didn't seem to see his threat, and continued to hold his arms: "Let me say that although the Riddle family members are not innocent, they are not guilty of death..."

"To shut up!"

Tom's chest fluctuated violently, his blood pressure rose sharply, and the veins on his forehead jumped up and down. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"My news is so closed, Tom, do you want me to tell you the location of the entrance to the chamber? You should have been looking for the treasures of the great Salazar Slytherin recently."

"shut up!!"

Riddle's face became even uglier than the poisoned corpses on the ground. He rushed forward desperately, covered Hoffa's ears, and looked around like a thief. "You TM say one more word?"

A few Slytherins in the distance who were taking pictures with a spotlight camera looked over curiously, seeming to wonder how the two men who had just been struggling just pasted them together.

Hoffa was covered with his mouth, unable to answer, he could only raise his eyebrows to show respect.

Crackling.

Crackling.

There was another phantom-shifting sound, and a large number of adult wizards appeared in the banquet square. Most of them dressed up like ordinary Muggles on the street. Some dressed like soldiers, some dressed like soldiers. Police, some people even wear Beatles clothes. However, among them, there are a few eccentrically dressed old men. They are wearing shabby white robes with criss-cross chains behind them. Some of them also wear heavy fetters. They look like the old men are very handsome. Forced appearance.

After landing, the wizards in ordinary costumes exclaimed: "Merlin Beard, what happened here?"

Someone knelt down, probed the corpse on the ground with their hands, and exclaimed: "They are all dead, who did it."

"I think they are killing each other." Someone speculated.

......

The wizards in shabby white robes did not participate in their discussion, and they turned to Tom Riddle for the first time.

"Riddle, you said you found Hoffa Bach of Ravenclaw." one of the white robes asked.

Tom's angry and distorted face disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. He immediately embraced Hoffa's shoulder affectionately and kindly, "Look, it's like a fake replacement. Isn't that what it is."

As he said that, he sighed and helped Hoffa to arrange his clothes: "You say you, leave school, and go to such a dangerous place alone. Fortunately, I found you, otherwise you will be caught by those vampires. , I will be upset for a lifetime."

That tone, that expression, as if Hoffa was his long-lost brother.

Hoffa resisted the acid pouring in his stomach and squeezed a smile: "That is, if Brother Riddle hadn't come in time, I would really have been sucked up by these vampires."

After that, the two smiled at each other, tears in their eyes.

Several old men in white robes with chains on their backs saw this posture, frowned, and the first white-robed wizard asked, "Did you do it, Bach. I heard from the Slytherin just now, when they came here. , You are the only one at the scene."

Every fold on the old man’s face was engraved with the old-fashioned words. Hoffa didn’t know what this person was from, so he immediately excused himself: "I..."

But before he could say anything, he heard Tom say indignantly: "What are you talking about, Mr. Israel, I have known Hoffa for more than ten years, and he can't do this kind of thing. Inside, There must be something hidden."

Hoffa glanced at Tom in surprise. He looked at his own eyes as gentle as springs in the spring of Scotland. If he were a woman, he might fall for it on the spot. But he also felt that Riddle was shaking slightly with the palm of his shoulder.

He was disdainful and said to the white robe wizard with his usual expression: "Yes, there is indeed a deep secret here. I need to report to Professor Slughorn immediately."

"Can't tell us?" The old man in white robe frowned.

"Sorry." Hoffa shook his head. "I just returned to England and I still want to see my former mentor."

"can."

The white-robed old man was also happy, "Since it's the two of you, I won't say anything, Riddle, remember to send him safely to the sky island, and leave it to us here."

After speaking, he returned to the crowd and commanded the wizards wearing all kinds of Muggle clothes to move the corpses, mark them, and pull the cordon.

When the old men dispersed, no one paid attention to them. Tom pushed Hoffa away abruptly, as if what he had just touched was not his shoulder, but a lump of dung. He rubbed his palms on his waist, and said in a tone that only they could hear, "These old immortals..."

Hoffa folded his arms and said with a sneer: "You really trust me. You are not afraid of me suing at all."

"Who do you think will believe you!?"

After rubbing his palm, Tom gave him a vicious look: "I will take you to see Slughorn, but I warn you, don't talk nonsense in front of him, otherwise, I want you to look good!"