Chapter 293

In the dark room, the bald teenager held a sharpened apple and bowed to face the chair, on which was a peculiar species wrinkled like a baby.

In the far hallway, Pettigrew Peter was hiding behind the cabinet and observing the room. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. I wonder if it was his hallucination. In front of the burning fire, he seemed to stay Not two people, but an eagle with its wings folded, and a poisonous snake sitting on the ground.

Without looking at the apple in front of him, Tom Riddle squinted the red eyes and carefully observed the old rival in front of him. Suddenly, the wrinkled baby leaned on the chair, tilting his head like Ge You Paralyzed and said: "Kneel down."

Hoffa frowned, motionless, just holding an apple.

"I made you kneel, can't you hear it?"

Tom moved his head forward and repeated: "Kneel down, it's now."

Hoffa held the apple, but still did not move.

"An apple wants to buy me, do you really think I am a baby, Bach." Tom's red eyes flashed with abusive rays of light: "Don't you want to revive your little girlfriend? Come on, show some sincerity!"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow, put away the apple, and straightened up. When I came to the fireplace in the dark hall, I took off a porcelain plate on the wall and blew away the dust on it.

"Tom, although I ask you, it does not mean that I am your subordinate or servant. Don't deny it, you need me more than ever before."

Tom Riddle gloomy sneered: "You think about yourself too importantly, Bach, I don’t need you."

Hoffa put the porcelain plate on the table, his fingers turned into a knife, and the apple Cut into eight pieces in the plate.

"Those people from Ministry of Magic think you are dead, but Albus Dumbledore doesn't think so, and people from Order of the Phoenix don't think so, they will find you and kill you. Your most powerful cadres are now watching and even betraying you, Malfoy, Karkaroff, as long as there is a slight disturbance, they will swallow you alive. I believe you know better than me."

The expression of the little man on the chair distorted a few times, and he opened his mouth to spit, said with a sneer: "You are still the same as you used to be. You know more than anyone."

" Don't mind, I will know these things after a little inquiries, and everyone in the wizard world knows. According to the current situation, Pettigrew Peter alone cannot protect you. At this time, you have to be a little ridiculous. Vanity, push me away?"

"They can't find me, no one can find me!" Voldemort said fiercely fiercely.

"Really?"

Hoffa leaned against the brick wall of the fireplace, holding a piece of apple, clicked, clicked, "I didn't find you anymore."

"You...cough cough cough!" Voldemort was speechless and coughed again.

Hoffa shrugged: "There are still a few people in this world who can remain neutral and objective. Maybe no one except Ravenclaw can do it. Only I will not prejudice you, Tom."

"I don't need any shit to be neutral and objective. You either acknowledge allegiance or get out of it." Voldemort si si said, "Never believe in Ravenclaw. This is a lesson I have exchanged for my soul."

The conversation seems to be deadlocked.

Crack and click.

Before the fireplace, Hoffa ate the fruit slowly.

Tom licked his lips happily and mercilessly: "I will give you 1 point of thinking time. After you finish eating that damn apple, if you still don’t kneel in front of me, just do it. Prepare to kill me, hum..."

Grumbling.

Hoffa swallowed a piece of apple and picked up another piece gently, indifferently said: "Gaunt old house."

Kicked swallowed it, and picked up another piece, "The seaside cave. "

Whenever he swallows an apple, Tom Riddle's face pales 1 point.

He picked up another one and snapped it off.

"Gringotts."

"Shut up!!"

Tom’s red eyes were almost splitting, and his expression fell into a kind of difficult Confusion of speech.

Hoffa pinched half of an apple, motionless, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Impossible......impossible......how is it possible......?"

I saw him in a cold sweat, head down, and his whole body Shaking up and down like chaff, "Shut up.....Shut up!"

When he lifts the head and looked at Hoffa, only endless killing intent and resentment were left in his eyes, "You!!!"

Hoffa put down the apple slice and slowly said, "So, I can’t say too much, Tom, I hate loneliness, you are afraid of death, we still have the possibility of cooperation."

"You, do you dare to threaten me!?" Voldemort's crushed teeth trembled: "The greatest in history, Dark Magician!?"

"I didn't, your life and death are actually related to me Nothing, I just want to make a deal." Hoffa said in a tranquil voice.

Voldemort closed his eyes and his expression was unpredictable. After being quiet for 3 minutes, he opened his eyes and said indifferently: I don't believe any words of you, I only believe in your actions. Philosopher's Stone is useless to me now, and I will not accept that kind of transaction. "

Hoffa shrugged: "Now we can talk. "

"I need Harry Potter, the Gryffindor boy protected by Albus Dumbledore. "As soon as Tom Riddle said this, the fire in the room seemed to be blown by a burst of gloomy wind, and it swayed almost extinguished.

"Uh-huh. "Hoffa's nose snorted.

"Don't talk about the other mess, we are not the young wizard fifty years ago. You brought Harry Potter to me, without attracting anyone's attention. , Bring him to me, and help me successfully resurrect and return to the peak state, I will give you the secret technique of Peverier’s body......"

Hoffa listened to Tom's words, and suddenly, he was in a daze. At this moment, a deep sense of fate rose in the mind. For some reason, he seemed to feel that this scene and himself seemed to have experienced it, just like when doing things in daily life. A sense of sight that happened in this scene.

This sense of sight comes and goes fast, until Tom Riddle called him, "Hey, hello, are you listening to me?" "

Hoffa lifts the head, looking directly into his eyes.

Tom Riddle emphasized: "I said, I promised your deal, but on condition that you send the boy to me In front of me, in exchange, I will give you the secrets of Peverier's body refinement, and even the spells about the resurrection. "

"It's coming soon? "

"No, the time limit is one year. I also need to prepare the ceremony, medicinal materials, and venue for resurrection. You only need to send him to me at the moment I am ready. "

paused, "How about, Legendary wizard, this kind of thing is very simple for you." "

"Yes," Hoffa's face was a bit solemn, "but I also have one condition. "

" said. "

"In your preparation process, I also want to involve my people. "

"Your people? "Tom sneered like he heard some great what a joke, "hmph, when did the Ravenclaw eagle of aloof and remote also learn to develop his party feathers." "

"Nicholas .Flamel. "

Hoffa said calmly: "I want him to come over and participate in your resurrection ceremony. "

"Don't think about it. "

Tom Riddle not even think rejected him.

"You are too tender if you want to put someone by my side. "Tom Riddle said.

"Sorry, Tom, the trust between you and me is not as strong as I thought. "Hoffa didn't have much expression on his face: "I think you will definitely give me a stumbling block, so I need to find someone who knows how to monitor it." "

"Then there is no need for us to cooperate. "

Voldemort said coldly with a smile, "Why do I know that you will not trick me secretly." "

When the two looked at each other, they could see the jealousy in each other's eyes.

Hoffa picked up an apple again and snapped it down.

But At this time, Voldemort did not give in. He looked at Hoffa bitterly, firmly holding a fist that was not as big as gaowan, and sweat dripped from his wrinkled face.

"Nicholas. Flamel must participate in your resurrection ceremony. "

Hoffa put down Apple and said: "This is my only condition, and it is also an inevitable condition. As compensation, you can also propose your own conditions. "

Under the fire of the fireplace, Tom Riddle's expression was as ugly as eating shit. He looked at the place where there were only two apples left to be eaten, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, okay, Mingren don't talk secretly. "

He squinted his eyes and slowly said: "Since you want to put people by my side, you must also be my people." "

"Your people? "

Hoffa raised an eyebrow and turned back to Tom Riddle's chair: "Wormtail? "

There was a loud and embarrassing sound from outside the door, as if something was rolling down the stairs.

Tom Riddle showed disgust on his face, he shook his head: "No, It is another loyal servant of mine. "

He said confidently: "That man is the son of the Ministry of Magic's current Director of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, Barty Jr. Crouch, a poor worm who was imprisoned by his father in Azkaban. .

I don’t care if you have heard of him or not, but you must rescue him and let him participate in your actions to ensure his safety before I succeed in reincarnation, otherwise, all your requirements It's all empty talk."

"Hiss!" Hoffa didn't expect to go around again. He smacked his tongue, his heart was half cold, and his face showed a wry smile that only he could detect. But he gritted his teeth, and Pack quickly became emotional, standing in front of Tom Riddle with a cold expression, actively extending the hand.

"Okay, we are settled."

Looking at the palm of his hand, the sweaty Tom Riddle smiled, although his eyes were full of nothing. Undisguised killing intent, at least for this second, he smiled happily.

"hmph hmph hmph ......"

"hmph hmph hmph ......"

"hahahaha ..... ."

He held his arms and made a mystifying laugh, remaining unmoved.

Hoffa: "What are you laughing at?"

"I thought about the orphanage fifty years ago." Tom Riddle said slowly, with no flared nostrils. It’s so big, it seems to be tasting something very delicious, "It’s a times change, Bach, you have changed." At the corner of the stairs, the Wormtail shiver coldly, strode towards the outside.

Behind him came Voldemort's unstoppable laugh:

"You have changed, you really have changed! hahahaha!!!"