Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

A group of Slytherins crash-banged out the door. In the ward, only Hoffa and Riddle were left.

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, the corner of his eye turned to the bedside table, where there were a few potted flowers, a water glass, and Tom Riddle's yew wand.

Please, after the infusion tube, the black hair boy straightened up slowly 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 pupil color is completely black, and his hair is completely black, coupled with his pale complexion, there is a strange beauty at this moment.

For some reason, Hoffa feels that he is more like an Asian than himself, although he knows that he does not have an Asian bloodline.

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

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

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

"Then you are here to kill me?"

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

Hoffa shook his head and laughed "Here, at school?"

Tom Riddle said: "We are the wizard. If we can't even do this little thing, what do we want magic to do?"

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

"No, I don't think I will kill you."

He said calmly.

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

"In order to prove that you are different from me? or for to prove that you are a noble person."

Hoffa did not speak, he put down wand, his face expressionless.

Riddle lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his eyes hanging, his voice low and hoarse like a poisonous snake neighing.

"Do you know? Looking at you makes me nauseous. Do you think that I will be grateful for you for saving me that night? Huh?"

His expression More and more disgusted.

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."

"hmph hmph hmph he he he."

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

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

"You!!!"

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Riddle put up a finger, and his chest was ups and downs violently than before Hoffa's nose, his eyes were red rays of light, and the refined face became very rough, like a wild beast. At this moment, he did not hide his killing intent on Hoffa at all.

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

And Hoffa just carries the cup.

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

"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 veins.

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

After finishing, he drank the water in the cup. , And then crush the cup.

The corner of his mouth dripped water, his palm dripped blood and he sat on the bed, ice-cold saying: "Say, why come to me?"

Hoffa sat down with his pockets in his hands. 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 Say.

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

Hoffa pointed to the outside, calmly said.

"I'm pooh."

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

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

"Half King."

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

"Why did he shoot you?"

"Why? Do you need a reason, he saw me, I saw him."

"Who did it first?"

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"Of course it is 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 was hit on him as if hit on a piece of wood."

Hoffa did not speak. When he thought of Barcelona, ​​he ignored the scene of Osivia Cruciatus Curse.

Tom looked at the ceiling, grinned in a rare self-deprecating manner, 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 step? What are you kidding? My curse is irresistible. It directly affects the soul. Anyone cursed by me will fall."

Riddle died Staring into 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, Slytherin Little boy."

After that, "He shot and deliberately missed his heart."

Riddle pointed to the bleeding wound in his chest.

"Intentionally?"

Hoffa frowned.

"Yes."

Tom's arms trembled, and the killing intent on his face was almost crazy. "He has no intent to kill, no soul, nothing, he is just doing one thing, like having fun." After he finished speaking, he breathed a little bit, and then coughed violently.

He blows his nose, and dots of blood roll out of his nose as he coughs.

He still looked at Hoffa vigilantly from the outside, as if he was afraid that Hoffa would suddenly take out a saber and stab him in his stomach.

But Hoffa just slightly frowned looking at each other, knowing that she can't ask anything.

"Okay, then you 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 suddenly alerted him.

He didn't even think directly wanting to transform the shield.

A dozen dangerous Icicles were blocked by Hoffa, and ding ding dong dong landed on the ground.

Putting down the shield, I saw Riddle standing in place with a yew wand in his hand, said with a sneer: "Isn’t even a shield spell coming out, Bach."

Hoffa didn’t After speaking, the big shield turned into a sharp blade in his hand. He pointed Riddle with the sharp blade, and then strode out the door.

Boom!

After the door is closed.

Riddle kicked the opposite bed.

Hoffa looked steadily forward and walked out of the ward, he waved his finger.

The two female nurses who got stuck in the wall and covered their mouths were relieved instantly and fell to the ground.

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

"Who is that?" The nurse pointed to Hoffa's back and asked in horror.

"A Second Year student seems to be a teaching assistant in transfiguration." A nurse replied.

"Second Year's teaching assistant again." The female nurse looked at the ward in horror.

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