Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"You...Who are you?"

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

Hoffa looked down and carefully looked at the first original work plot character 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 shines through the old window ridges to form three spots of light on Pettigrew Peter's face. His sparse, dull hair is messy, and there is a large bald area on top. It looks crumpled, and the skin is dirty, like a bishop who hasn't taken a shower in several decades.

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

Hoffa loosened Nanigi's tail, and it knocked over, whiz whiz whiz dusted a few times The floor tiles are opened upstream.

"He...he..."

The short man had a smile that was uglier than crying, and his big fat nose Sweat from Tsujin.

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

Hoffa knelt down, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, the greatest dark magician, Voldemort, you know who, don’t you know?"

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

Pettigrew went back frantically, rubbing on the dusty ground There was a trace of one after another, but there was a corner behind him, and he couldn't retreat.

"Lying, you know it."

Hoffa scowled.

At this time, the moonlight outside the mansion was shrouded in dark clouds, and Pettigrew's face was hidden in the darkness. At this time, he handed out wand, and the wand in midair became a dagger.

"Go to hell!"

He roared wildly.

Clang!

A hard object stabbed 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 wand again.

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

With that scream, his body It shrank quickly, and soon, it became a little gray-haired mouse, rushing forward frantically.

dong!

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

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

This is a situation that Pettigrew Peter has never seen before. His proud transfiguration was quietly resolved. The palm of the young bald head is like iron tongs. Lock yourself. Damn it, in his eyes, is he similar to that woven bag?

Hoffa took a step back and pressed Pettigrew Peter, who was hanging upside down, against the wall. Numerous slender fingers appeared on the wall, hooking his body, making him impossible to move even a little bit.

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

"Who...you...who are you?"

I am Tom's friend, so I should be counted. "Hoffa said with a bitter smile: "Forget it. "

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

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

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

But his comfort did not have the slightest effect. Pettigrew Peter just flicked his hair frantically. Hoffa felt that he was a bit exaggerated. Is his growth so terrifying? Why don't you want each one? Talk to him.

So he squatted down again, wanting to persuade him. But Pettigrew Peter watched him squat down and was so frightened that he cried. Snot's tears fell from his forehead. I'm really embarrassed.

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

Looking at the dwarf in front of him was already scared to pee, Hoffa thought of something, so he rolled up his sleeves. The black snake tattooed on his arm was exposed in front of Pettigrew Peter.

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"Look, Peter, I'm not here to harm people. "

Looking at the black snake on the opponent's arm, Pettigrew Peter's horrified face gradually turned into amazement. He stared at the boy in front of him dumbly.

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

The voice is erratic, reverberating in the middle of the empty and shabby hall. The tone is very strange, the words bounce like beads, and there is a sliding rustle.

Click.

Pettigrew Peter fell off the wall.

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

The wafting sound from far to near, like a gust of wind passing by the ears of two people, disappeared without a trace.

Pettigrew Peter stood up and stared at Hoffa’s arm. He licked his lips, still looking confused, as if he did not understand why such a young guy would have the sacred Dark Mark printed on his arm.

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

He stood up with a shivered, took the wand, wiped his waist, and then walked forward with three turns of his head.

Hoffa followed Peter, admiring This old and dilapidated building, I have to say that Riddle's ancestors were really rich. The huge criss-crossed ceiling beams, and the armored warrior covered with dust and cobwebs guarded the various ancient ornaments hanging indoors. On the farthest wall, there is a giant comedy mask with squinted eyes and a smile that sends cold shivers down one's spine. It is more weird than the Valhalla Temple, which enshrines the heroes of fallen soldiers in Norse mythology. On one wall, there is a tragedy mask of the same specification. Both are carved from ancient oak. Between two huge masks, a sad and a happy one, is a huge and incomparably large mask that hangs straight from the ceiling. The iron candlestick of the spider web.

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

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

Standing at the door and looking Looking at it, 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 is a full twelve feet wide, and the perennial smoke and the polishing of the years make it a whole The fireplace glows with bronze. At this moment, the fire is still burning quietly, but there is not much temperature.

A large and quaint chair is placed in front of the fireplace, and under the chair is a long tail. The body is Nanniji who just ran away.

Detecting someone entering the house, occupies the floor, Nanniji looked back at him, and immediately retracted his head and hid in a chair. Back.

"Who's where, Wormtail? "

The voice came from behind the wide chair.

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

Pettigrew Peter looked at Hoffa and stammered.

"Is it Bella? Or Stinchcombe? "

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

The backlit Hoffa is standing in the huge shadow, motionless, Pettigrew Peter has now retreated. After going down, Hoffa's eyes could see an extremely hidden purple snake on the ceiling. It was motionless, staring at herself 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 the guy’s appearance is not visible across the back of the chair, Hoffa can feel that guy’s body freeze at this moment.

For a while, there was no sound in the hall. Only the sound of the fire crackle was heard quietly.

I don’t know how long the long wait will be.

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

Hoffa saw the old student's face clearly, even if he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help his feet at this moment. Arched up.

He looks like a curled up baby without hair. His body seems to have scales, and his skin is dark red like blood, like tearing red flesh under scabs. Its arms His legs are thin and soft, and his face is as if it has been sulphuric acid spilled. It is flat and has no lips. Only the dull, blood-red eyes can be seen on the top.

The bloody eyes stare fiercely.

The expressions on the young man who came in changed from disbelief, astonishment, and confusion, and finally became extremely solemn, showing an expression of eagerness to come.

"It's you... "

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

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

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

The gloomy air seems to be dripping with water.

With swords drawn and bows bent, hideous Tom Riddle suddenly let out a weird laugh: "It’s not easy, you The hair is gone. "

The fire is booming, and everything seems to be cleared up.

Hoffa laughed, "So are 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, and banged on the wooden door behind him, knocking the entire door out.

The smoke billowed and Pettigrew Peter, who was hiding behind the door, let out a horrified tip. Called, covered head and sneaked away like a rat.

"Kill him! "

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

Naniji, who was hiding in the shadows, also rushed up, hovering, opening his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, biting on Hoffa's body, but the body slowly turned into a fuzzy phantom and disappeared in the air.

"You become dull, Tom. "

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

tone barely fell, the two big snakes behind him were grabbed by countless stone hands and pressed firmly on the ground. The stone hands closed and numerous until they pressed the two snakes into mummies.

"We...have nothing to talk about..."

The odious baby gasping for breath and gnashing teeth, as if it was just a move and it consumed all of him With his strength, he clasped the back of the chair firmly and looked at Hoffa in despair, "Who told you my position? It's Albus.Dumbledore that old bastard, or Lucius.Malfoy's clown, say! you say! ! "

Hoffa shook his head, "Neither. "

"Don't you want to plot against me! "

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

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

Voldemort on the chair curled up into a ball hard, his body trembled, but the hatred in his eyes The hatred is getting stronger and stronger. Hoffa lowers 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 think you can kill me, for those things fifty years ago, but this is unrealistic. Your current appearance is worse than mine. "

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

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

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

"I want Peverier's resurrection mystery, can you give it to me?" Regardless of Tom Riddle's resistance, Hoffa each minding their own business said: "In exchange, I can give you Nicholas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone."

Silence.

Still still.

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

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After a while, Tom Riddle gloomy asked: "What are you doing with the resurrection technique, don't you live well?"

Hoffa did not answer, staring at him firmly .

The two of them looked at each other in silence for a while, and suddenly Tom Riddle's face was surprised and clear: "Do you want to resurrect that? Your...what's the name of that? Ravenclaw's girlfriend?"

"Aglaia."

Hoffa is decisive.

"hahahahaha!!!"

The little baby in front of him suddenly burst into a sharp, high-pitched laugh. He laughed so crazy that he was on the chair. Rolled into a ball.

"hahahahahaha!! hahahaha...sad! Sad! Sad!" He only listened to his gasping for breath scolding: "Sad, sad, sad, sad, it's been five whole years. Ten years, fifty years have not seen, fifty years, you have only a body of strength, there is a transformation that has been unprecedented, you can get whatever you want, but your vision is narrow and can only accommodate the next woman !"

He no longer accepts fear in his eyes, even supporting himself with those thin legs, standing up from under the chair tremblingly, pointing to Hoffa's nose and cursing furiously:

"Why can't you be like me, thinking about conquering the world, why can't you be like a real normal person, a mortal person, when you conquer the world, there will be more young girls Many young girl people! As much money as you want! There are as many rights as you want! Don’t those things are ten thousand times stronger than a lowly half-veela?"

"People It's different from people, Tom."

Hoffa is not angry, just said in a tranquil voice.

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

Tom stared red eyes and gasped heavily,

"This is why I hate you, not because you killed me once, Hoffa.Bach, because you are different from us. You are a stranger from start to finish, a freak.

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

After speaking, he plopped and sat down on the chair, looking at Hoffa unscrupulously, as if he had caught his weakness, and said triumphantly:

"Come on, Come on, if you want 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 curled up in a chair Crazy said with a smile: "Can you do it, Ravenclaw? Can you do it, Hoffa.Bach!?" Hoffa stood up, took a step back, did not speak.

Tom Riddle smiled more happily: "ha ha ha, look at you, look at you, you Ravenclaw, who are self-evaluated, finally asked for my Slytherin's head. I beg you for one On the heads of people who don’t even look at them and don’t approve at all, haha ​​ha aha...cough cough cough..."

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

Pettigrew Peter, who was shiver coldly hiding in the distance, rolled. The climber rushed over and held Voldemort, who was coughing limply, 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 Angry, there is still in the bottle, Master, if you are still hungry, just..."

"Shut up, idiot!"

Tom didn't care about what he was talking about What, but pointing to Hoffa:

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

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

Pettigrew Peter stammered at Hoffa and said.

"I don’t know!?"

Tom Riddle opened his red eyes suddenly, and said excitedly: "If you don’t know, I will let you learn more. I will tell you that his name is Hoffa Bach, a man who saved Hogwarts three times, a man who can save the world, the strongest transfiguration Master in history, the ultimate glory of Ravenclaw, a legendary figure like a living fossil."

"Um.... .Really?"

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

"get lost! !"

Tom Riddle suddenly scolded.

Pettigrew Peter was taken aback. He let go of his hand, helpless, embarrassed, and retreat only unsuccessfully, and disappeared into the darkness.

Tom Riddle raised his palm 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 at all. What Legendary is not Legendary? They don’t care what you have done. They only want rights, women, and money. They will not be influenced by any bullshit love and hope. They will only succumb to violence-but as long as there is one Opportunity, they will be more violent than anyone! And the only way to deal with people like them is to be a thousand times, ten thousand times more violent than them!"

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

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

"hmph hmph hmph hum Hum...Philosopher's Stone, fuck Philosopher's Stone."

Tom Riddle finally seemed calmer after talking about this long string of words. He looked at Hoffa, long exhales one. The breath saying, the rare voice softened, his eyes flashed with sarcasm: "I will give you Peverier's secret, and I will even give you the Resurrection Stone, Hoffa. My dear Hoffa, of course I will. Those things are dead, only items."

"What's the price?" Hoffa asked.

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

" What do I want?"

"hmph hmph hmph, as long as you are with me and stand on my side. Completely sincerely, change yourself and integrate into us."

"It's that simple?"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you want to kill me with mistletoe again!?"

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

Silent.

Hoffa looked at the furious Riddle, without speaking, he turned and walked to his bag, lifted the bag of fruit, and placed it in front of Tom Riddle, then took out an apple from the bag with the peel on his Under the finger, the rustle fell.

Finally, he cut an apple and handed it to Tom:

"I won't be anymore."