Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"You...Who are you?"

Peter Pettigrew slumped on the ground and asked in a trembling voice.

Hoffa looked down and carefully looked at the first character in the original plot he encountered fifty years later, feeling very fresh. He could see a buck-toothed dwarf holding his head, looking at himself with an incredible expression.

The moonlight shining through the old window ridges formed three spots of light on Peter Pettigrew's face. His sparse, dull hair was messed up, and there was a big bald spot on top. It looked crumpled and had dirty skin, like a Catholic who hadn't bathed in decades.

"I'm looking for Tom Riddle, is he home?"

Hoffa let go of Nanji's tail, and it turned it over, swishing a few times, and opened it up the dusty floor tiles.

"He He......"

The short man suffocated a smile that was uglier than crying, and sweat came out of his big fat nose.

"He... he... I don't know you... who are you... talking about... Your Excellency..."

Hoffa squatted down, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, the greatest black magician, Voldemort, the mysterious man, don't you know?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I just passed by.....passed by..."

Little dwarf star Peter retreated madly, wiping traces on the dusty ground, but behind him was a corner of the wall, and he could not retreat.

"Lying, you know it."

Hoffa scowled.

At this time, the moonlight outside the mansion was shrouded in dark clouds, and Dwarf Star's face was hidden in the darkness. At this time, he handed out his wand, which turned into a dagger in mid-air.

"go to hell!"

He roared wildly.

Be yelling!

Any hard object pierced by the tip of the knife must not be deposited. Hoffa grabbed his dagger with a helpless look, snatched it off, and turned it into a magic wand again.

When the dark clouds cleared, Peter Pettigrew looked at those weird golden eyes and let out a short, harsh scream: "Ah!"

Accompanied by that scream, his body shrank rapidly, and soon he turned into a little gray-haired mouse, rushing forward frantically.

Boom!

He bumped his head against a high wall that appeared suddenly, almost knocking himself into a haze.

While being picked up again, his body twitched and twisted frantically, turning from a little mouse into a human again.

This is a situation that Peter Pettigrew has never seen before, and his proud Transfiguration technique was quietly resolved, and the palm of the young bald head locked himself firmly like iron tongs. Damn it, in his eyes, is he similar to that woven bag?

Hoffa took a step back and pressed the upside down Pettigrew Peter on the wall. Numerous slender fingers appeared on the wall, which hooked his body and made him immobile.

"I'm looking for Tom and take me to his room." He said bitterly.

"You... who are you... on earth?"

I'm Tom's friend, so I should count it. "Hoffa smiled bitterly: "Reluctantly count." "

"...You are looking for the wrong place...you are looking for the wrong place, here...here, no...there is nothing called...the person named Tom... .."

Peter Pettigrew was hung upside down on the wall, his eyes turned frantically, his face flushed, cold sweat dripped from his chin to the ground.

"What are you afraid of?" Hoffa said helplessly, "I won't eat you again, take me to see your master, Voldemort."

But his comfort didn't have the slightest effect, Peter Pettigrew just flicked his hair frantically. Hoffa felt that he was a bit exaggerated. Was he so terrible? Why didn't everyone want to talk to him.

So he squatted down again, trying to persuade him. But Pettigrew Peter saw him squatting down, and he was so frightened that he cried, his nose and tears hung upside down from his forehead, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't...don't...don't kill me, the Peters were killed by Sirius, and the Longbottoms were done by Barty Crouch and Bellatrix, I didn't do anything. Don't find me...Don't find me."

Seeing that the dwarf in front of him was almost urinating, Hoffa thought of something, so he rolled up his sleeves. The black snake tattooed on his arm was exposed in front of Peter Pettigrew,

"Look, Peter, I really didn't come here to harm people."

Looking at the black snake on the opponent's arm, Peter Pettigrew's horrified face gradually turned into amazement, and he stared at the boy in front of him with wide-eyed eyes.

At the same time, a husky whisper came from the air: "Who is where?"

The sound was erratic, reverberating in the middle of the empty and shabby hall. The accent was very strange, the words bounced like beads, and there was a sliding rustle.

Patter.

Peter Pettigrew fell from the wall.

"Are we a guest, Wormtail, bring him up to meet me."

From far to near, the floating voice disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind passing by the ears of the two of them.

Peter Pettigrew stood up, stared at Hoffa's arm, licked his lips, still looking confused, as if he didn't understand why such a young guy would have the sacred dark mark on his arm.

Hoffa handed his wand to him and reminded him: "Lead the way."

He stood up agitatedly, took the wand, wiped it on his waist, and then turned his head forward step by step.

Hoffa followed Peter, admiring this old and dilapidated building. I have to say that Riddle's ancestors were really rich. The huge beams on the ceiling crisscrossed and the armored warriors covered with dust and cobwebs guarded them. Various ancient ornaments hanging indoors. On the farthest wall, there is a giant comedy mask with squinted eyes and a creepy smile, which is more weird than the Valhalla Temple in Norse mythology, which enshrines the heroes of fallen soldiers. The opposite wall , Is a tragedy mask of the same specifications. Both are carved from ancient oak. Between the two huge masks of sadness and joy, there is a huge iron candlestick full of cobwebs that hangs straight from the ceiling.

Perhaps even Riddle himself has to admit that his patrilineal family, whom he has always despised himself, is more aristocratic than the previous dilapidated Gunter mansion.

Passing through the gloomy corridor full of Gothic style, Peter Pettigrew took Hoffa to the outside of a study room at the top of the third floor and opened the door for him.

Standing at the door and looking around, the only visible materials are leather and oak, or oak and stone. The only light in the house is the flame in the fireplace. The fireplace was a full twelve feet wide, and the perennial smoke and years of polishing gave the whole fireplace a bronze sheen. At this moment, the fire is still burning quietly, but there is not much temperature.

A large and quaint chair was placed in front of the fireplace. Under the chair was a body with a long tail. It was Nanji who had just escaped.

Perceiving someone entering the room, Nanji crouched on the floor and glanced back at him, then immediately retracted his head and hid behind the chair.

"Who is there, Wormtail?"

The voice came from behind the wide chair.

"You...your...another servant...master."

Peter Pettigrew looked at Hoffa and stammered.

"Is it Bella? Or Batty?"

The voice in front of the fire asked softly, with a somewhat urgent tone.

The backlit Hoffa stood in the huge shadow, motionless, Peter Pettigrew had retreated now, and in the light of Hoffa’s eyes, he could see an extremely concealed purple snake on the ceiling, which was not moving. Moving, staring at yourself like a statue.

"who is it?"

The voice in front of the chair became confused.

"It's me, Tom,"

Hoffa said with emotion, "Long time no see."

silence.

Even though he couldn't see the guy's appearance across the back of the chair, Hoffa could feel the guy's body froze at this moment.

For a while, there was no sound in the hall. Quietly, I could only hear the crackling and burning sound of the fire.

The long wait does not know how long it will take.

Then, the chair in front made a toothy rubbing sound, and slowly turned around.

Hoffa could see the face of the old classmate clearly, even if he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but arch his feet at this moment.

He looked like a curled up baby, without hair, and his body seemed to be covered with scales, and his skin was dark red like blood, like red flesh under the scabbed gauze. Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and his face was as if it had been poured with sulfuric acid, flat and without any lips, only the dull blood-red eyes could be seen on the top.

The **** eyes stared at the incoming young man, the expression on his face changed from disbelief, astonishment, and confusion, and finally became extremely dignified, showing an expression of eagerness to rain.

"It's you......"

He squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and the voice contained monstrous hatred: "Hoffa Bach!"

The dark walls on all four sides gradually blurred, and the fire in the furnace automatically weakened as if to match the atmosphere. The entire Riddle House, Tom, Nanigi, and Peter Pettigrew, at this moment, all sank into the atmosphere of silence.

With his head resting on the chair, Nanigi quickly climbed to the corner. On the ceiling, the hidden purple snake snaked around and slowly swam under Tom's chair.

The air was so gloomy that water could drip.

In the midst of the swordsmanship, Tom Riddle suddenly let out a weird laugh: "Life is not easy, your hair is gone."

The fire became vigorous, and everything seemed to be cleared up.

Hoffa smiled, "So do you."

He put down the woven bag in his hand and took a step forward slowly.

Just this step.

The purple snake under Tom Riddle's chair suddenly turned into a meteor, passed through Hoffa's body, banged against the wooden door behind him, and knocked the entire door out.

The smoke and dust billowed, and Peter, who was hiding behind the door, let out a scream of horror and scrambled with his head.

"kill him!"

Tom Riddle on the chair let out a high-pitched scream.

Naniji, who was hiding in the shadows, rushed up, hovering, opened his blood basin and bite Hoffa’s body, but the body slowly turned into a fuzzy phantom and dissipated into the air. .

"You have become dull, Tom."

Hoffa's body slowly appeared from the side of the fireplace, and he sighed: "I'm here this time, not here to fight with you."

As soon as the voice fell, the two big snakes behind him were grabbed by countless stone hands and pressed firmly on 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 was panting, gritted his teeth, as if he had spent all his energy just by moving. He clasped the back of the chair firmly and looked at Hoffa in despair, "Who told you my position? Yes? Albus Dumbledore’s old bastard, or Lucius Malfoy’s horror, say it! You say it!!"

Hoffa shook his head, "Neither."

"You don't want to calculate me!"

Tom raised his neck desperately, "You can kill me once, you can kill me twice, but one day, I will make you pay the worst price!"

Hoffa squatted down, his golden eyes looked at the red eyes.

Voldemort in the chair curled up into a ball hard, his body trembled, but the hatred in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and under the hatred, there was an uncontrollable fear.

Hoffa lowered his head and sighed.

"If I want you to die, why should I be here for so long? You should be weaker now than ever before."

Hoffa continued: "I know you want to kill me, for those things fifty years ago, but this is unrealistic. Your appearance now is worse than me."

"Don't kill me, what do you want to do?"

"I want to ask you for something." Hoffa said.

"Wishful thinking, you rest to get anything from me." Tom Riddle screamed.

"I want Peverier's resurrection mystery, can you give it to me? Hoffa, regardless of Tom Riddle's resistance, said to himself: "In exchange, I can give Nico Le May's Philosopher's Stone you. "

silence.

Still silent.

The expression on Tom's face gradually changed from anger and fear to confusion, and his big red eyes narrowed into a thin slit.

? ? ?

After a while, Tom Riddle asked gloomily: "What are you doing with resurrection, aren't you living well?"

Hoffa did not answer, but stared at him firmly.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and suddenly Tom Riddle showed surprise and clarity on his face: "Do you want to resurrect that? Your...what is the name of the Ravenclaw girl? friend?"

"Aglaia."

Hoffa is decisive.

"Hahahahaha!"

The little baby in front of him suddenly burst into a sharp, high-pitched laugh. His laughter was so crazy that his body rolled on the chair.

"Hahahahahahaha! Hahahaha... Sad! Sad! Sad!" He only heard his breathless curse: "Sad, sad, sad, sad, fifty years have passed, fifty Years, you have only strength, and you have an unprecedented transformation. You can get whatever you want, but your vision is narrow and can only accommodate the next woman!"

He no longer accepted the fear in his eyes, and even supported himself with those thin legs, stood up from under the chair tremblingly, and pointed to Hoffa's nose and cursed furiously:

"Why can't you be like me, thinking about conquering the world, why can't you be like a true normal person, a mortal person, when you conquer the world, there will be as many women as you want! As much money as you want How much money! There are as many rights as you want! Isn't those things ten thousand times stronger than a lowly mixed-blood Veeva?"

"People are different from people, Tom."

Hoffa was not angry, but said calmly.

"Yes, yes, people are different from people, Bach."

Tom stared red eyes and gasped heavily.

"That's why I hate you, not because you killed me once, Hoffa Bach, because you are different from us, you are an alien, a freak from start to finish.

But let me tell you, this world cannot tolerate aliens, freaks, bullshit, equality and fraternity. I will never understand and approve of this kind of living method you showed me, and no one can approve it! "

After speaking, he sat down on the chair with a plop, looked at Hoffa unscrupulously, as if he had caught his weakness, and said triumphantly:

"Come on, come on, if you want to get Peverier's resurrection technique, if you want to get the secret of the human body, you kill me and use death as a threat! Come on!"

Tom Riddle crouched in his chair and laughed wildly: "Can you do it, Ravenclaw? Can you do it, Hoffa Bach!?"

Hoffa stood up, took a step back, and said nothing.

Tom Riddle smiled even more happily: "Hahaha, look at you, look at you, you Ravenclaws who are self-above, finally asked for my Slytherin head. If you ask for one, you just have to On the heads of people who look down on and don’t approve at all, hahahahahaha...cough cough cough cough..."

He was smiling, laughing, and coughing suddenly and violently, not only coughing, but also vomiting a pool of cloudy liquid. The smell of stench is permeated in the air.

"Wormtail!"

He leaned weakly on the chair, "Wormtail!!"

The petite dwarf Peter, who was shivering and hiding in the distance, rushed forward and rushed forward, holding on to Voldemort, who was coughing limply, and took out a dirty silk scarf from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and tremblingly asked: "How are you, Master, don't be angry, don't be angry, there is still in the bottle, Master, if you are still hungry, just..."

"Shut up, idiot!"

Tom did not care what he was talking about, but pointed to Hoffa:

"You... do you know who this person is?"

"Master...I...I don't recognize it."

Peter Pettigrew stammered at Hoffa and said.

"do not know!?"

Tom Riddle opened his red eyes suddenly, and said excitedly: "If you don’t know me, I will let you know more. I tell you, his name is Hoffabach, a man who has saved Hogwarts three times, and a man who can save the world. The man, the strongest master of transfiguration in history, the ultimate glory of Ravenclaw, a legend like a living fossil."

"Um... Isn't it?"

Peter Pettigrew wiped his cold sweat and squeezed a false smile, "That...that's really, really amazing."

"roll!!"

Tom Riddle snapped angrily.

Pettigrew Peter was taken aback. He let go, helpless, embarrassed, and retreated into the darkness, and disappeared into the darkness.

Tom Riddle raised his palms tremblingly, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said bitterly, "I see, this kind of people are the most common people in the world, the most mediocre people, they don't care whether they are legendary or legendary at all. They don’t care what you have done. They only want power, women, and money. They will not be influenced by any **** love and hope. They will only succumb to violence-but as long as they have a chance, they will Anyone must be more violent! And the only way to deal with people like them is to be a thousand times, ten thousand times more violent!"

"Why are you telling me this, it has nothing to do with our transaction."

Hoffa looked at him calmly, "I use the Philosopher's Stone to exchange it with you..."

"Hum hum hum ....... Philosopher's Stone, **** the Philosopher's Stone."

Tom Riddle finally appeared calmer after speaking this long string of words. He looked at Hoffa, exhaled a long breath, and his voice was rarely softened. There was a sneer in his eyes: "I will take Peverier's secret Give it to you, I will even give you the Resurrection Stone, Hoffa. My dear Hoffa, of course I will, those things are dead, nothing more than objects."

"What's the price?" Hoffa asked.

Tom Riddle said gently: "You know, since the first day of the orphanage, I have never changed my attitude, as long as you..."

"Just me what?"

"Hmm, as long as you are with me and stand on my side. Completely sincerely, change yourself and blend in with us."

"It's that simple?"

Hoffa raised his brows.

"You don't want to kill me with mistletoe again!?"

Tom Riddle snorted suddenly, "I tell you, without me, you will do nothing! You will grow old and die in loneliness, and you will become the object of being trampled, cast aside, and forgotten by those mediocre people!!!"

silence.

Hoffa looked at the furious Riddle without speaking. He turned and walked in front of his bag, lifted the bag of fruit, and placed it in front of Tom Riddle. Then he took out an apple from the bag with the peel under his fingers, rustling.的落。 The fall.

In the end, he cut an apple and handed it to Tom:

"I won't."