Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

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

However, the situation in this Underground City is quite unexpected. The most unexpected thing is the guy in front of him. He stared at the front, corpses everywhere across In the field, I saw the opponent of my childhood orphanage, and the opponent was still naked.

This weird scene is somewhat unbearable even for the future Dark Lord. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that this guy can always do something beyond the scope of normal people's understanding, from First Year to Third Year. After he didn't expect it, he didn't change at all, but let himself go even more.

Hoffa was holding the corpse, equally shocked, looking at the guy in the dark green suit behind him, he subconsciously picked up a dead body to block it in front of him.

That guy is as handsome as a model from a certain old fashion magazine, filled with all over his body—I'm at the peak message.

Tom .Riddle. The boss of the snake house. He didn't expect it, 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 Second Year used the curse spell to overdraw his energy and become paralyzed.

He used to be his own scourge, he killed his predecessor in the orphanage, and he had a certain cooperative relationship with him, during the Second Year.

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

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

"Yo, Tom."

Hoffa hid behind the corpse, said hello, and moved to the corner calmly.

"Freak."

Tom stared at him, squeezing a word from his teeth. The back of his hand holding Wand was bruised. Even the veins in his forehead jumped straight, 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 eating me." Hoffa hid in the corner and changed the subject at the same time, began to pick up the unlucky Vampire's clothes in front of him.

Tom looked around, "putting it that way, have you killed all these Vampires?"

"don't say this, you think I’m like that A murderer?"

"Don’t think I don’t know!" Tom sneered, "In the year you disappeared, you reselled alchemy weapons underground in France, secretly supported various armed forces, and wanted to say you I don’t have blood in my hands, I won’t believe it."

"Your message is pretty well-informed."

Hoffa put on his pants and clothes in a rush. The owner was much taller than him, and the clothes were loose on him, with half of his chest exposed.

"What a big hand, are you specifically returning to Britain to kill this group of people?" Tom asked.

"I... Forget it."

Having looked at 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 also think the same.

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

In this precarious age of wind and rain, 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 mist. 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 become the target of assassination and attack. Heaven knows whether the next glass of water he drank is also poisonous.

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.

"Are you brought by Professor Slughorn?"

He asked Tom Riddle.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Tom Riddle's wand's tip is brewing dangerous rays of light, and it seems to be ready to chant at any time.

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

Hoffa ignored the murderous intent in Riddle's eyes, he is not the crazy future Dark Lord, impossible to kill himself grandiosely. If you can persuade the head of Slytherin to help you block the news, your safety can be guaranteed for at least a few years and you can continue your 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 is good or bad now and which side you are on. In short, I dare not just take a killing without blinking an eye The thugs brought him to see head, you have to die of this heart."

He held his head upright and said solemnly.

"The mob who kills without blinking an eye..."

Hoffa's eyes turned to his finger, on the ring finger of his right hand, wearing A black ring, there is a crack on the ring, but it does not affect its ancient and luxurious.

The soul-returning stone, the heirloom of the Marvolo family. One of the three hallows of Death, one of the future Horcrux, putting it that way, this guy has driven crazy his own uncle and killed his father and his family?

Seeing Hoffa not speaking, Tom’s face showed a profound mystery smile. 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 leave here immediately, otherwise, when our follow-up reinforcements arrive, you are likely to be locked up by a group of terrifying and long-winded old man and interrogated." As he said, there was a trace of hideous disgust in his eyes. "The Old Guys like to torture the moral nature of people the most!"

"Tom." Hoffa sighed, "The things here are very complicated, not what you think, I need to see them right away The teacher of Hogwarts."

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

Tom turned around and greeted Slytherin behind him, "Go, put everything around you Take a photo and record it, and then notify the people in the Perseus community to come over." The corner of his mouth raised: "We have found the glory of the legend-Ravenclaw, Mr. Hoffa. Bach."

Behind him The Slytherin heard the order, and someone Disapparation 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.

"Are you not with them?" Hoffa asked.

"I looked at you. I just didn't leave. Don't even think about leaving now."

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

"Don't want to meet anyone you are familiar with, Bach, now Hogwarts, is my place."

After only two people, Hoffa and Tom, he no longer pretends, and his refined face changes. Frenzy and rough, he paced the place two steps, turned his head to look at Hoffa, "In the past, you were lucky. There was the little girl from the Drasses family backing you, and the teachers were protecting you, but now... .Hmph, friends are dead, do you think there are people who care about your general without an army?"

Hoffa complexion became ugly.

Tom Riddle continued: "I know, Bach, you are impossible on my side. Hmph, Ravenclaw’s arrogance is sometimes more annoying than Gryffindor’s brainlessness, so don’t Count on me to help you in any way."

"Isn't there any conditions?" Hoffa asked softly.

"What capital do you have right now to make a condition with me? Just 1 point ago, you didn't even have any clothes, and you had to strip the dead and wear them."

Hoffa stepped forward step.

Tom Riddle immediately took a step back, "Stop, stop, I warn you, don't try to do anything to me, this place is about to be surrounded by our people, it's best not to make yourself completely in this world A foothold."

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

tone barely fell, I saw Riddle took a step back abruptly, looking at him with a damn 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 jealous to dull , Turning from dullness to ferocious gaze again, he lifted wand until Hoffa, and the clouds in the sky hovered and gathered in the mountain cry out and sea howl magic power, during which green lightning flashed.

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..."

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"Shut up!"

Tom's chest fluctuated violently, his blood pressure rose sharply, the veins on his forehead tú tú jumped, his gnashing teeth said bitterly: "I don't know what you are talking about "

"My news is so blocked, Tom, should I also tell you the location of the Chamber of Secrets entrance, you should have been looking for the great Salazar recently. Slytherin inheritance Treasure."

"Shut up!!"

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

In the distance, several Slytherins who took pictures with spotlight cameras looked at them curiously, seeming to wonder what happened to the two who were still with swords drawn and bows bent just now. Just post it together.

Hoffa was covering his mouth and couldn't answer. He could only raise his eyebrows to show respect.

Crack.

Crack.

There was another Disapparation voice. A large number of adult wizards appeared in the banquet square. Most of them were dressed up like ordinary muggles on the street. Some dressed like soldiers, some were dressed like soldiers. Dressed like a policeman, some even wore Beatles clothes. However, among them, there are also a few old men with weird dresses. They are wearing shabby white robes with criss-cross chains behind them. Some of them wear heavy fetters. They look like old man is very awesome. Very awesome appearance.

After landing, the ordinary dressed wizards exclaimed: "Merlin beard, what happened here?"

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

"I think they killed each other." Some people speculate.

......

The wizard in the shabby white robe did not participate in their discussion, they immediately moved to Tom Riddle.

"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, authentic. That's not it." "

As he said, he was still sighed and helped Hoffa arrange his clothes: "You said you, even if you leave school, you still ran into this dangerous place alone. Fortunately, I found you, otherwise I'll be upset for the rest of my life if I was caught by those Vampires."

That tone and manner, as if Hoffa is his long-lost younger brother.

Hoffa resisted the acid in his stomach and squeezed a smile: "That is, if the Riddle big brother hadn't arrived in time, I would really be 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 looked at this posture, frowned, and the first white-robed wizard asked: "Did you do it, Bach. I listened to the Slytherin just now," When they came here, you were the only one at the scene."

The old man’s face was engraved with old-fashioned characters on every fold. Hoffa didn’t know what this person was from, so he immediately justified himself. : "I..."

But before he could say anything, he heard Tom say indignantly: "What are you talking about, Mr. Israel, I know Hoffa ten For a few years, he was impossible to do this kind of thing. There must be some kind of hidden secret in it."

Hoffa glanced at Tom in surprise. At the moment, he looked at his own eyes as gentle as a Scottish spring. If he were a female, I’m afraid he would dump it on the spot. But he also felt that Riddle was shaking slightly while pressing the palm of his shoulder.

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

"Can't be with We say?" The white robe old man frowned.

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

"Yes."

White Robe The old man was happy, "Since it is you two, I won't say anything, Riddle, remember to send him to the sky island safely, and leave it to us here."

After returning to the crowd, he directed the wizards wearing various muggle clothes to move the corpses, mark them, and pull the cordon.

When the old men are scattered around, no one pays attention to them. Tom pushed Hoffa away abruptly, as if what he had just touched was not his shoulder, but a pile of feces. He rubbed his palms on his waist and said in a tone that only they could hear: "These old fart..."

Hoffa raised his arms and said with a sneer: "You fall I really trust me, and I'm not afraid of suing me at all."

"Who do you think will believe you!?"

After rubbing his palm, Tom gave him a fiercely stare:" 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!"