262 Chapter 62, Twins

The taps were dripping and dripping, and the harsh sunlight streaming in from the high skylight made small round spots on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Hoffa hid in a place where the sun couldn't shine, and he was relieved after seeing the guy who boldly broke into the bathroom. Not Mance, but Ryan.

The kid didn't die after falling into the sea.

"Ryan?"

Ji Liya's eyes lit up, she rushed forward and grabbed his palm, her eyes were red, she said with joy and blame, "Where have you been?"

"I fell into the sea."

After all, he hugged the female vampire tightly, and after holding her for a few seconds, he quickly pushed her away, and hurriedly said to Hoffa: "Quick, get out of here quickly, Riddle, Riddle wants to kill me."

"Who do I want to kill?"

Yin Cece's voice came from outside the door.

Hoffa looked sideways, and there was a tall, thin figure standing outside the door. It was Tom Riddle. He was holding on to the door frame. He looked much more embarrassed than when he saw it last time. As messy as a chicken coop, the elegant Muggle suit was full of holes scorched by fire, and what was worse was his arm. Mixed with sweat and blood on the skin, it looked horrible. Only his eyes still flashed with strong desire and unpredictable emotions.

"Hey, are you all here?"

Tom put his only movable right arm behind his back and walked slowly into the bathroom. After entering, he closed the iron door with his foot.

Although his every movement left no trace, Hoffa saw a flash of green in his hand.

mistletoe.

"What are you doing running so fast, Ryan." He asked, and walked towards the three of them step by step.

Ryan supported the female vampire and stood beside Hoffa, like a chick hiding from a storm behind a cliff.

"Tom."

Hoffa supported the sink behind him and propped himself up. Although he was extremely tired at the moment, and the sleepiness hit his spirit like a wave, but in front of this old friend from the orphanage, he didn't want to show weakness at all.

"I saw the Muggle you were talking about." Tom held up his bent arm. "He almost killed me."

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I."

"Yes, I appreciate you being so frank with me." Tom said as he walked while holding the white tiles on the bathroom wall, "but my hand that used to use the wand is broken, I'm afraid I can't help you with anything."

"It's okay," Hoffa pointed to the window in the ceiling behind him. "You can Apparate out of here and go to the cloud base to recuperate, and Slughorn will heal you quickly."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who runs away, Bach? You really look down on me too much." He said slowly, the distance between the three of them was getting closer and closer, and a dangerous atmosphere permeated the bathroom Medium, and more and more intense.

Hoffa put his hands behind his back, fumbled around, and touched the switch of a faucet. He wanted to break it off and use it as a weapon, but after breaking it twice, he found that his strength was too weak during the day. He can't even bend a piece of iron, and what's even more exasperating is that his magic power seems to be blocked, and his recovery speed is horribly slow.

"You, you, don't come here!" Ryan raised his wand, pointed at Tom Riddle who was approaching by the wall, and stammered.

"This is how Hufflepuff treats friends, hehe, pointing his wand at his savior." Tom moved slowly and firmly, his eyes never looked at Ryan, but fixed on Hoffa.

"You didn't save me!" Ryan said, "In your eyes, I am no different from paper to wipe your butt, just throw it away!"

"Hahahaha" Tom laughed, "Well, it's really interesting, then tell me, who untied your rope when you fell into the sea, and who was the first person under Muggle fire Hold up the shield."

"It's you." Ryan lowered his wand, and then quickly raised it again: "You want to kill me and turn the mistletoe black."

Tom shook his head with disdain, and stood still. At this moment, he came to the three of them, stretched out his severed hand in front of Hoffa, and showed a miserable smile on his face: "Can you help me treat the wound?" Bach? You've been running outside for so long, you should know some emergency measures."

"Yes." Hoffa gave up on breaking the faucet. He held Riddle's severed hand, tore off a piece of clothes, and forcibly straightened his "zigzag" severed hand.

This kind of unimaginable pain Tom didn't even frowned. He stood in front of Hoffa, watched him bandage his arm, and whispered: "Bach, kill him, and that woman. That's the only way We can survive."

His breath blew through his temples, without the slightest warmth. Hoffa lowered his head, bandaged his wound, and said nothing.

"There's no other way," Tom whispered. "Physical harm means nothing to that fellow. All we can do is destroy his soul."

When Tom whispered, Ryan and the female vampire looked at each other and backed away a little bit. Hoffa bandaged Tom's severed hand, looked him in the eyes, and shook his head, "I can't do that."

"So what do you suggest?" Tom asked calmly.

"I'll stay here to delay, you go back and call someone."

"That might be a way." Tom touched his chin and nodded, "Then do as you want."

After speaking, he pulled out the mistletoe and stabbed Hoffa heavily in the lower abdomen without warning. The mistletoe was stopped less than three centimeters from the lower abdomen. Hoffa firmly grabbed Tom's wrist, gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "Is this going to kill me?"

"I thought you had grown up outside, but now it seems that you are no different from when you were in the orphanage. You really can't change eating shit!"

"To each other!" Hoffa stretched out his hand, and the bandage that had just been tied fell apart in an instant. During the scattering, the mistletoe was dragged out of Tom's hand by the bandage and fell into Hoffa's hand.

Holding the mistletoe, Hoffa jumped back.

Tom pointed with one hand, and the Dark Mark that had been branded on Hoffa's arm before turned into a dazzling red as if on fire. The high temperature it radiated almost melted Hoffa's bones. With his arms back, he shouted to Ryan and the vampire in the distance: "Why are you standing still, help me if you want to live!"

Ryan and the female vampire didn't dare to hesitate, Qiqi rushed towards Tom who was leaning against the wall.

Tom grinned grimly: "Overreaching!"

Then raised his wand.

However, the moment he raised his wand, the expression on his face changed again, from hideous to extremely terrified, he looked behind Hoffa in fear, "How did you get in here!?"

Seeing his expression, Hoffa's heart fell to the bottom like a roller coaster. Here comes Mance! ?

He turned his head with a pale face and saw that there was no one behind him.

All he could see in the bathroom mirror was himself and the terrified faces of Ryan and the vampire, and, Tom's sinister sneer.

He secretly cheated.

Turning his head again, Tom changed from being silent, rushed over like a rabbit, held Ryan's head, and smashed him hard against the wall. There was only a loud bang. With the shattering of pieces of glass, Ryan fell to the ground with his head bleeding.

Before the female vampire could react, Tom pulled and hooked with one arm, and directly hooked Ji Liya in his arms without letting her make a sound. He panted heavily, with such force that the female vampire's face turned from white to blue in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the control of the bathroom returned to Tom Riddle's hands.

"Give me the mistletoe!!" He looked at Hoffa, strangled the vampire, and growled viciously.

"The enemy is now, are you going to kill your teammates first?" Hoffa also asked angrily.

"I don't need teammates, let alone you pig teammates," he hooked the female vampire's neck, with the yew wand pressed against her chin, "Everyone is soft-hearted, what big things can be done, hurry up! Give the mistletoe to I!"

Hoffa looked at the green branch in his hand, then at the female vampire whose tongue was stuck out, and put her hands behind her back.

"Or do you want to do it yourself?" Tom asked, leaning against the wall. "If that's the case, I can't accept it."

He pressed his arm hard against the vampire's back to make her stand up: "Come on, hurry up, don't you want black mistletoe, kill her and we will have it."

Hoffa still didn't move.

"What are you hesitating for?" Tom's expression was about to go crazy. "Wait for that undead Muggle to kill us. Anyway, this lowly bat is going to die sooner or later. Why don't you contribute something to us before you die?"

"Hoffa, don't. The dead can't change anything." Ryan said, who fell to the ground with blood on his face.

"Shut up! Trash!" Tom yelled angrily, "When this incident is over, I'm going to cut your head open to see if it's brains!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Hoffa again, and his tone was a little softer: "What are you thinking, I don't believe that you have killed a lot of people outside these years, a vampire, this kind of creature, let alone you kill one, just kill one Ten thousand, no one will say anything about you, think about it, how much blood this guy sucked up on weekdays, killing it is justice!"

Under Tom's painstaking persuasion, Hoffa finally moved. He took the mistletoe and walked towards Tom step by step. At this moment, a strong sense of fate welled up in my heart.

Tom pouted, sneered, and led the vampire forward.

Ryan stumbled up from the ground, stopped in front of Hoffa, and begged: "I beg you, don't do this"

Without saying a word, Hoffa pushed him to the ground again and stood in front of Tom. The air in the bathroom was almost frozen, and the four had different expressions. Tom is indescribably ferocious, the female vampire is struggling to breathe, Ryan is desperately unable to get up, and Hoffa is unfathomably indifferent.

"Come on." Kelia looked at Hoffa in Tom's iron-like arms, and said with difficulty: "If...if you can really avenge my family, please don't waste it."

"See?"

Tom hid behind Kelia, grinned at Ryan and said, "See, your one-night stand girlfriend is much more enlightened than you."

"That's enough, Tom." Hoffa said with a blank face and ethereal voice, "Actually, I have a way so that no one will die."

"What are you thinking, inhuman power must end with inhuman power, mistletoe has to devour souls to become black, we have no choice."

"That's right." Hoffa nodded, "But do you know that there is such a person in the world, even if his soul is destroyed, he will not die, and that person is right in front of me."

The expression on Tom's face gradually changed from irritable to pale. He saw the imperceptible sarcasm in Hoffa's eyes, and immediately understood what he was going to do.

"Bastard!" He pushed the female vampire forward without hesitation, while he raised his wand and pointed at Hoffa: "Death!"

Hoffa, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped off the ground with a side step, letting go of the female vampire who hit him. Right where he was standing just now, countless black hands came out of the ground, trying to hold his footsteps.

He came up behind Tom, held up the mistletoe, and stabbed him in the stomach. Tom took Hoffa's arm with one hand, pressed back, and lifted Hoffa's arm to press him against the wall.

Boom! ! The moment his back was leaning against the wall, Hoffa spit out a trace of blood, his face pale. The distance between the two was very close, and Tom noticed Hoffa's weakness, and he laughed: "Okay, okay, it turns out that you are also strong on the outside, bluffing."

"Yes, but I have two hands." After Hoffa finished, he also took out a mistletoe with the other hand. That's what he brought out from the cloud base.

This time, he didn't hold back at all, and put all his strength on the blow, only to see a flash of green light, and the green twig was as hard as iron under the transformation technique.

Puff!

There was a soft sound.

Like a fruit knife inserted into a watermelon.

Tom tilted his head and fell sideways. Afterwards, he kicked up and leaned against the steel washstand. Blood flowed down his cheeks, over his shoulders, and down his fingertips to the ground.

He touched his head with blood-stained hands, touched a sharp bump, moved it away like an electric shock, and slowly touched it again. Finally, when he turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his whole body was trembling.

In the mirror, he had a green branch stuck in his temple. After the green branch had sucked blood, it changed from green to black at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sponge dropped into an ink bottle.

"You fucking." He looked at Hoffa in disbelief.

"Dude, don't look at me like that," Hoffa said with guilt on his face. "You killed me once four years ago, and now I kill you once. We don't owe each other any more."

thump.

Tom knelt in front of Hoffa, raised his head, stared at him, and squeezed out a distorted smile on his unusually handsome face: "Okay, okay, I really have you, just wait for me"

After he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a plop, his head down, and made no more sound. Blood trickled out of his forehead little by little and flowed to Hoffa's feet. He leaned his back against the white porcelain wall, clutching his chest and panting.

There was a moment of silence in the bathroom where needles could be heard.

After a while, Ryan's trembling voice came from Hoffa's side, "You killed. Him? You killed. Killed the Slytherin prefect? ​​One of the best students at Hogwarts!?"

He lay on the ground, barely propping himself up, looking at Tom Riddle's hideous expression, unable to speak well.

Hoffa shook his head, touched Riddle's eyes with his hand, and pulled out the mistletoe stuck in his temple, "If the best student dies like this, then you underestimate him too much."

He wiped the black mistletoe on his trouser legs, walked up to Ryan, and squatted down: "What I'm going to tell you next is very important, you have to listen carefully."

Ryan stared at him blankly.

"From today, you can no longer go back to Hogwarts. If Tom Riddle sees you again, I can guarantee that he will kill you. There is nothing I can do about it."

"What are you talking about?"

Ryan looked at the corpse lying on the white tiles, "Obviously. Obviously you killed Riddle, why did it turn out that Riddle wanted to kill me again?"

As soon as the words fell, the yew wand held in Hoffa's hand suddenly twitched violently. The yew wand turned into a tiny poisonous snake, raised its pointed head, and opened its mouth to bite Hoffa's arm.

He flicked his hand away as if getting an electric shock, and threw the little purple snake out. After the little purple snake landed, it immediately became thicker and bigger until it turned into an eight-meter-long python. The giant python opened its mouth and threw Tom away. His body was swallowed, then writhed and slid toward the window, disappearing without a trace.

In this regard, the exhausted Hoffa did not have the slightest way to stop it. He rolled up his sleeves, and the Dark Mark on his arm didn't seem to fade at all. As expected, Tom had come into contact with the mystery of soul splitting.

The unexpected scene left Ryan at a loss for what to say. Under the continuous shocking changes, his brain could no longer accept it and became a little numb.

"How could this be?" He murmured, "How could this be, what wizards are you all?"

"I can't explain it to you. Knowing too much is not good for you." Hoffa pulled Ryan up, brought him to the female vampire Kylia, and said to her, "I'm sorry to use you, but I can do it." There are only so many, if you want to live longer, it is better to keep a low profile in the future."

The female vampire looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, as if she was looking at an unknown creature, an alien.

"Take him away." Hoffa handed Ryan into her hands: "Leave here, leave this city, leave this country, the farther you go, the better."

"What about you? What do you do?" The female vampire's voice was low and inaudible.

"I still have my own things to complete, but that has nothing to do with you." He said lightly.

"I can help you." Ryan said, "I can go back to the cloud base and have someone come over to help you."

"I don't need it anymore." Hoffa looked at the black mistletoe in his hand and shook his head: "Ryan, don't go back. If you want to help me, leaving now is the best help for me."

"He's right." Kelia took Ryan's arm, bent down to Hoffa, and bowed deeply. After getting up, she pulled La Ryan's arm: "Let's go, we are here It's only going to hold him back here."

Ryan was dragged by the female vampire and walked towards the distance step by step. "Wait a minute," Ryan said suddenly, he pushed the female vampire away, and hurried back to Hoffa, "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Hoffa looked at him curiously, and saw Ryan brewing a little bit, and said: "I didn't know you in the first grade, I admired you in the second grade, and I was a little confused in the third grade. I sympathize with you, but after getting along with you, I hate you very much."

As he said that, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe I never understand you, no one can really understand you, but I know, there must be something very precious, hidden deep in your heart, never discarded by you Pass."

Hoffa's eyes widened a little, and he stared in astonishment at the boy he had just met for a few days.

Ryan opened his arms and hugged Hoffa, and whispered in his ear: "I don't understand what that is, but if you can, please don't throw it away."

After speaking, he didn't miss it anymore, let go of Hoffa, came to Ji Liya's side, waved goodbye to him, and disappeared with the female vampire Apparatus.

In the bathroom in the setting sun, Hoffa watched the two leave, and heaved a long sigh. For some reason, he felt a little lost, and also had some inexplicable emotions.

He knew that he would never see these two people again, a simple and somewhat silly boy, and a prostitute vampire with quite a story. They are just like other people I met in this strange journey, passing by me in a hurry, and disappearing from me in a hurry. Will they be together? How long can that strange love last? Only God knows.

However, Ryan's final encouragement was like a tonic, which made him stand up exhausted. He knew that his task was far from being completed.

Hold up that black mistletoe.

The eerie black light flowed on the tender branches, like a living thing. On it, he could feel some kind of ancient and hidden evil, which was a hunger that could never be satisfied.

Hunger for the soul.