Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Black mistletoe, what is that?"

Hoffa was curious. He had seen a lot of mistletoe. In the past, Hogwarts used this kind of thing to decorate the facade every Christmas, and hung them all over the corridor.

But they are basically green or brown. They are very delicate parasitic plants and very fragile.

"You finally remembered." The little monster in the glass ball said, "It's a very special kind of magic plant, but if it's your wizard, it shouldn't be difficult to get it."

"How special?"

"Go ask, you should know."

The little monster hovered and closed, "I'll see you next nightmare." It said at last.

The next nightmare...Hoffa shuddered. He couldn't understand what kind of creatures would feed on nightmares. However, he decided that it would be better to sleep less in the future. If possible, he would simply use meditation instead of sleep, so as not to give this guy any chance to pry into his heart.

Walking out of the wooden house that the house elf had built for him, under the shining of the moonlight, he immediately swept away the decay of the day, energetic, refreshed, and refreshed like a stimulant.

At this time, the wizards below who were performing missions in Bournemouth successively rode the night qis back to the cloud base. Under each night qi, a dozen low-level blood slaves were tied with ropes, and they were sealed. The mouth can't make the slightest sound.

The house elves on the ground shuttle like ants, creating iron cages one after another at extremely fast speeds, which are used to imprison those low-level blood races. After losing the leader and high-level, they are not the opponents of wizards at all, and they are quickly beaten by others. It's awkward.

There was fluorescent flickering in the distance, and some newspaper reporters stood on wooden boxes, pulling the wizards who had returned from Bournemouth, interviewing them, and wanted to get first-hand news materials.

Fearing to be recognized, Hoffara put on his hat and planned to see Slughorn to ask what black mistletoe was.

After not walking a few steps, a vigilant voice came from behind: "What are you going to do?"

Looking back, Tom Riddle was looking at himself gloomily, "Why don't you go yet, who are you looking for most of the night?"

There were a few Slytherins standing beside him, and these future Death Eaters looked at him, and although their expressions were not disgusting, they were also repulsive.

Hoffa was happy. It was not easy to co-author this guy without sleeping and monitoring himself. I was afraid that I would reveal the news of his father-killing to the people in the magic school, so I broke my heart.

But after seeing him, Hoffa temporarily gave up the idea of ​​looking for Slughorn and asked directly: "Do you know what black mistletoe is, Tom?"

"what are you saying?"

Tom Riddle was puzzled: "What black mistletoe."

It seems that I don't know anymore. Hoffa thought that he had to go to Slughorn.

But at this moment, a hoarse whisper came from behind Tom Riddle: "I know... Hoffa..."

"Shut up, idiot." Tom Riddle immediately turned around and cursed, "I can't save you by saying anything!"

Hoffa's face changed slightly. He turned to his side and found that Tom was still holding a familiar guy with an iron chain. The man had a blue nose and a swollen face. His eyes were big and small. The yellow-black school robe on his body was tattered and his tall figure had changed. The rickets.

It's Ryan. Ever since he sent the letter to leave him, he has not known where he ended up. When he saw him again, he turned out to be Tom's prisoner. Originally Tom said to lock him up, but he thought it was just a confinement, but now it seems that it is far from the case. He has been subjected to very vicious physical abuse.

"What have you done, Tom?"

He frowned and asked.

"You should ask him, what did he do?"

Tom Riddle took five fingers and directly squeezed Ryan's chin, and forced him to hold his head up: "I actually had an affair with vampires in Bournemouth because of his position. If I hadn't caught him, I'm afraid this **** To sell all the secrets of our school to those monsters is also uncertain."

The few Slytherins behind him all laughed lowly, their eyes full of contempt.

Hoffa felt very uncomfortable watching Ryan's jaw twisted. This guy liked to play tricks on creatures weaker than him since he was a child. Although he came to Hogwarts, he restrained a little on the surface, but his nature was in his bones. Has not changed.

"How did you know?" he asked coldly.

"When I found him, he was actually feeding a vampire with blood. I suspected that he had a problem. I came back and asked for Veritaserum. It turns out that he still has a lot of stories."

When he said that, he couldn't help but laugh, he shook Ryan's chin: "Hey, next time there is such a good thing, remember to call us, don't enjoy it alone."

The harsh laughter one after another, Hoffa became more and more uncomfortable. For some reason, he felt that his little brother was being bullied, even though Ryan was not his subordinate.

Hoffa stepped forward, "He is from Hufflepuff. Even if he does something wrong, he should be handled by Hufflepuff."

"What does it have to do with you," Tom Riddle sneered without hesitation: "This is our internal affairs at Hogwarts. Do you need an outsider to intervene? Who do you think you are, the prefect of Ravenclaw? "

Hoffa remained motionless, and the laughter subsided a little bit.

Tom raised his head and pulled the chain. Ryan stumbled forward a few steps with his hands tied. When he walked past him, he said, "Are you finished asking the questions? Just leave as soon as you're done. Ryan still changes. Adult birds do whatever you want."

"stop."

Hoffa stopped Tom.

"Endless?"

Tom threw the chain away. "What do you want?"

"I haven't finished asking the question, he knows the answer to my question."

Tom Riddle looked at him suspiciously, "Just asking a question?"

"Yes, I will leave after asking."

Tom pondered for a moment, pushed Ryan forward on his shoulder, and pushed him in front of Hoffa: "If you have any questions, just ask here."

After speaking, he and the Slytherins stepped aside, chatting and looking at Ryan, their eyes were similar to those of the police watching the thief.

Hoffa looked at the miserable Hufflepuff boy in front of him, feeling a little guilty for a while. In order to find the nun, he tricked him into getting a refresher. He felt that everything was under his control. As a result, nothing happened later. Under his control, their various situations also took a turn for the worse. It seemed that this Hufflepuff was worse than himself.

"I'm sorry, Ryan."

Hoffa scratched his head and said.

Ryan looked at him, his lips wriggling: "They are going to burn Kylia to death, and they want me to see..."

Gilia Bowman, Hoffa held his forehead. He still remembered the name of the female blood race. After thinking about it for a while, he asked, "Are you still willing to believe me? I can take you out of here."

Ryan looked at Hoffa with his right eye that could still be opened, and shook his head, his expression almost crying: "You are more ruthless than the other..."

"Give me another chance, man." Hoffa pressed his ear anxiously, "I lied to you once, and I promise not to lie to you a second time."

"Don't say anything irrelevant."

Tom's warning and cold voice came from the side.

"I know I know." Hoffa waved his hand irritably and asked Ryan, "Tell me what black mistletoe is, hurry up, we have run out of time." He bit the word time very hard.

Ryan looked at Hoffa’s golden eyes and seemed to be speculating on the credibility of his language. Finally, he nodded: "I can't explain it directly to you, I have to... I have to show you."

"where to?"

"Herb warehouse."

Hoffa immediately said to Tom: "It's not clear here. He wants to take me to the herbal warehouse."

"Why are you going to the warehouse again?"

Tom changed from holding his arms to standing upright, asking alertly.

"Take a mistletoe."

Ryan answered him.

"Just a mistletoe?"

Hoffa nodded.

Tom and his companions gathered together and whispered a few words, and soon they had the result. Tom pulled the chains that bound Ryan from the ground, "Okay, come with me, you have so many things. "

......

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A group of people came to the herbal warehouse at the cloud base, which is very similar to the botanical garden of the Hogwarts Herbal Class. In the flowerbed made of wood, there are many colorful plants growing, most of which are used for healing and medicine. , Hoffa is also very familiar with, only a small part of him does not know.

Walking to a crooked-necked apple tree, Ryan stopped and pointed to a touch of green on the branch, "This is what you want."

Hoffa stopped to take a look, disappointed.

I saw a few thin, tender green branches growing on the branches of the apple tree. They had many branches and looked very fragile and soft.

Hoffa has seen this thing a lot. Once at Hogwarts Christmas, this thing was a corridor.

"What I want is black mistletoe, black."

He emphasized to Ryan.

"Black mistletoe..."

Ryan was in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking. After being pushed by Hoffa, he lowered his head and said: "It is said that when the gods were prosperous, the queen Friega blessed his young son Badr and made everything swear. Don't hurt him, everything swears because of Badr's beauty and will never hurt Badr.

But only one creature did not swear, mistletoe.

Before the dusk of the gods, the **** of death took the mistletoe and gave it to the dark **** Hoddle, who asked him to throw the mistletoe at Badr. Badr died as a result. After the dusk of the gods, the mistletoe that killed the **** of light changed from green to black. "

When he finished speaking, Hoffa was stunned.

Tom Riddle on the side laughed loudly.

"Okay, I thought Bach you were looking for something. We don't have anything in mythology here. They are all home gadgets of ordinary wizards."

Regardless of Riddle's pleasant sarcasm, Hoffa asked Ryan, "Is there only one?"

Ryan shook his head, "It's just a legend, it's not rigorous, nor can it be verified. However, according to the original unrevised version of "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms", mistletoe is a plant that must rely on killing other creatures to make a living. , It can’t survive on its own. It usually parasitizes in poplar trees, apple trees, squirrel wood and other common trees. This kind of plant inserts roots into the bark to absorb nutrients, thus causing damage to the tree. Some of them can also cause abnormal death of parasitic trees. But it is not just plants that kill. In fact, if mistletoe can also feed on other things, including humans. Green mistletoe is used to kill a person. , It will become black. Once a mistletoe has tasted the taste of the soul, it will only feed on the soul. Therefore, the only function of the black mistletoe is to kill the soul.

In the Middle Ages, it was used by the church to kill ghosts or destroy the souls of infidels, but now it has been completely eliminated because of its inhumanity. Now, even if you have black mistletoe, you will be convicted of homicide. "

After he finished speaking, there was no sound in the herbal warehouse.

Tom Riddle curiously touched the small green plant in front of him, his eyes gleaming, as if he was looking at a novel species.

Hoffa stared blankly at the fragile green plant in his hand. Who could have imagined that a corridor full of harmless little things with humans and animals would have such a concealed purpose.

He understood why Aldo let himself try the black mistletoe. Mans' body was blessed by the **** of death, and he wouldn't die no matter how badly he was injured, so all he could do was destroy his soul.

"So, if you want it to become black, you must let it taste the soul?" Hoffa asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

Ryan whispered: "Humans, or other creatures with souls, centaur, murloc, etc. But there is no doubt that black mistletoe is a very evil plant..."

He didn't say the rest, but Hoffa understood what he meant. Must kill to make it black?

It's not enough to kill Mans directly with mistletoe, because only physical damage can't hurt him at all. Doesn't that mean that you have to kill another person before killing Mans?

Damn it, where can I find someone to kill myself?

"I don't know why you want to know this kind of unpopular knowledge." While the attention of the few Slytherins was on the mistletoe, Ryan pulled Hoffa to persuade: "But I advise you not to try, yours Transfiguration can conjure hundreds of weapons for you to use. Why use black mistletoe?"

"you're right."

Hoffa gave up the idea of ​​using black mistletoe.

The surging power of the night gave him a strong confidence. He felt that he could touch the threshold of the top wizard at night. If Mans only had the characteristic of being indestructible, he did not think that the opponent could be defeated in a head-on confrontation. Yourself. Besides, he even hopes to catch that guy alive.

At this time, Tom Riddle also spoke: "You have also seen it, there is no black here, or take a green one and go."

Hoffa nodded, picked off a mistletoe and grinned: "Okay."

He smiled, Ryan panicked, he dragged the chain forward and asked: "Are you leaving now?

"Why don't you go?"

Hoffa was surprised.

"You said you want to help me..."

"You believe when I speak,"

Hoffa laughed, "It's not that I haven't been fooled."

Seeing the bright smiling face of the guy in front of him, Ryan's face was gray, and he felt dizzy for a while and could barely stand up.

"Fuck... asshole...you **** me!" he said hard, and then struggling to rush forward, waving his fist, and greeted Hoffa's face.

But before he rushed to his face, the chain tightened, and he could no longer take a step forward. The corner of Tom's mouth rose in the distance, and he dragged the chain firmly to prevent Ryan from moving at all.

"How stupid people are to pin their hopes on others."

After talking about Ryan, Tom Riddle looked at Hoffa approvingly: "I have to say, you are much smarter than before."

Hoffa shrugged, ignoring Ryan's angry eyes: "Thank you for the praise, Tom, but I have a small request."

"I'm in a good mood, let's hear it."

"The female vampire you caught yesterday, I want to borrow it for a few days."

"what?"

Tom let go of the chain: "What do you want her to do? Is it possible that she is in love with her beauty?"

"That's not enough. All the high-ranking vampires in Bournemouth died, and only one survived. I promised Professor Slighorn that I would find the culprit of the Bournemouth murder within a week. , But the city is intricate, and I need someone familiar with the terrain to lead the way."

"impossible."

Tom Riddle immediately refused, "I caught her, it was my spoils. I have the final say. Moreover, we are going to purify those vampires with flames. The reporters of the Daily Prophet will come and watch. , You have to take her away, absolutely impossible."

"Hey, man!"

Hoffa sighed as if chatting with an old friend. He unceremoniously unbuttoned Tom’s chain and pushed Ryan aside like trash. He leaned in Tom’s ear and whispered: "You think I don’t Understand, calling those reporters over, isn't it just for big news?"

"You stay away from me..."

The first time he was so close to Hoffa, Tom was not used to it, and he was pushed away with disgust.

Hoffa smiled and took his arm. "Burn her to death, and those low-level vampires, how much prestige can you get? This kind of trivial credit can also make you a teacher at Hogwarts after graduation?"

Tom didn't move anymore. He looked at Hoffa negatively: "Why do you know so much? Who told you these ghosts, or did you have your spies among my friends?"

"Don't think too much, Tom, you saw it too. I'm not the person who didn't understand anything anymore."

Keke, he coughed: "Let's do it, you give me that vampire, and I will take you down. When I find that guy, the credit is all yours. You can do whatever you want."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe that there is a **** story about Muggles poisoning a vampire, let alone that you will help me with your kindness."

Tom Riddle sneered: "You get out of my eyes right away, which is the best help for me."

Hoffa looked at him sadly, "Just because of the little things in our childhood, are we where we are now? Honestly, I have almost forgotten those things."

Tom Riddle remained unmoved, and sneered Ryan forward.

"It's a pity, then I have to do it myself."

Hoffa sighed behind him, maybe this thing is over, I can consider going back to Hogwarts.

"Love won't come back."

Tom Riddle shook off his sentence firmly, and went farther and farther.

"What are you doing back to Hogwarts? Hoffa continues to talk to himself. Maybe I should apply for a teacher's job and try it. I heard that Professor Melles from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to retire... .."

"XXX!!"

Just listen to a sudden blast.

Tom Riddle's fur was blown up like a cat with its tail stepped on. He no longer ignored the shocked eyes of others around him, and smashed a box carried by a passing house elf with a punch, and kicked the house elf out by the way. Far away.

"Hoffa Bach...!" His voice completely turned into a low hissing like a snake's whisper. He bit his finger tightly, and then released it for a while, unexpectedly on his finger. He left a **** tooth mark, he made a fist and released it: "If you can't find it when you go down, what do you say!?"

"You have to find it before you know." Hoffa spread out his hand.

"You...what else do you want, please say it quickly, don't squeeze the toothpaste, you will come one by one after a while." He said with difficulty and anger.

"Row,"

Hoffa pointed at Ryan, who fell aside, "Then take this guy with him."

"Why do you take him?"

"Blood bags, if the vampire starves to death with nothing to eat along the way, let's just run for nothing."

Hoffa said with an evil smile, and Ryan, who was leaning on the ground, turned pale.