"Black mistletoe, what's that?"

Hoffa was curious. He had seen a lot of mistletoe. In the past, Hogwarts used to decorate its appearance every Christmas, hanging them all over the corridor.

But they are basically green or brown, is a very slender parasitic plants, very fragile.

"You finally remember." The little monster in the glass ball said, "it's a very special magic plant, but if it's your wizard, it shouldn't be difficult to get it."

"How special?"

"You should know if you ask."

Small monster circled closed up, "the next bad dream." It concluded.

The next bad dream... Hoffa shivered. He couldn't understand what kind of creature would eat nightmares. However, he decided that it would be better to sleep less later. If he could, he would simply use meditation instead of sleep and not give this guy any chance to peep into his heart.

He walked out of the wooden house built by the house elves. In the moonlight, he suddenly swept away the decline of the day. He was full of energy and fresh as if he had been on doping.

At this time, the wizard in Bournemouth rode the Vernon back to the cloud base one after another. Under each Vernon, a dozen low-level blood slaves were tied with ropes. They were sealed and could not make a sound.

The house elves on the ground shuttle like ants, and quickly build one cage after another to hold those low-level blood clans. After losing their leader and high-level, they are not the opponents of the wizard at all, and they are soon taken away by others.

In the distance, there was a flash of light, and some newspaper reporters were standing on wooden boxes, pulling the witches who had returned from Bournemouth to interview them, trying to get first-hand news materials.

For fear of being recognized, Hoffa put on his hat and planned to meet Slughorn to ask what black mistletoe was.

Results did not walk a few steps, behind him came the voice of vigilance: "what are you going to do?"

Looking back, Tom Riddle was looking at himself darkly, "why don't you leave? Who do you want to find in the middle of the night?"

At his side, there are still several Slytherins standing. These future Death Eaters look at him, although not disgusted, but also with rejection.

It's not easy for Hoffman to watch himself all the time when he doesn't sleep with this guy. He's afraid that he will disclose the news of his patricide to the people in the magic school, which breaks his heart.

But after seeing him, Hoffa gave up the idea of looking for Slughorn and asked directly, "do you know what black mistletoe is, Tom?"

"What are you talking about?"

Tom Riddle did not understand: "what black mistletoe."

I don't know. Hoffa thought he had to go to Slughorn.

But then, behind Tom Riddle came a hoarse whisper: "I know... Hoffa..."

"shut up, fool." Tom Riddle immediately turned back and said, "nothing can save you!"

Hoffa's face changed slightly. He leaned over and found that Tom was still holding a familiar guy with a chain. He was black and blue, his eyes were big and small, his yellow and black school robes were worn out, and his tall figure had become rickets.

It's Ryan. Ever since he left himself, he didn't know what to do. When he saw him again, he became Tom's prisoner. Originally Tom said to lock him up, he thought it was just a confinement, but now it seems that it is far from so, he was very vicious physical abuse.

"What have you done, Tom?"

He asked, frowning.

"You should ask him, what did he do?"

Tom Riddle twisted Ryan's chin with five fingers, and made him hold his head up: "he was having an affair with a vampire in Bournemouth because of his duty. If I didn't catch him, I'm afraid this bastard would sell all the secrets of our school to those monsters."

Several Slytherins behind him all chuckled and looked scornful.

Hoffa felt very uncomfortable watching Ryan's chin twisted. This guy liked to play tricks on weaker creatures since he was a child. Although he came to Hogwarts, he was restrained on the surface, but his nature did not change.

"How do you know?" He asked coldly.

"When I found him, he was feeding blood to a vampire. I suspected that he had a problem. When I came back to get the emetic, I found out that he had quite a lot of stories."

Then he couldn't help laughing. He shook Ryan's chin and said, "Hey, next time there's such a good thing, please call us. Don't enjoy it by yourself."

With the shrill laughter, Hoffa became more and more uncomfortable. For some reason, he has a feeling that his little brother is being bullied, although Ryan is not under his command.

Hoffa stepped forward and said, "he's one of hechpatch's people. Even if he does something wrong, it should be dealt with by hechpatch's people."

"What does it have to do with you?" Tom Riddell retorted without hesitation. "This is our internal affairs of Hogwarts. Do you need an outsider to intervene? Who do you think you are, the prefect of Ravenclaw? "Hoffa did not move, and the laughter subsided.

Tom held his head high and pulled on the chain. Ryan, with his hands tied, stumbled forward a few steps. As he passed by, he said, "are you finished? When you're done, you'll leave. It's up to you to ride a Vernon or become a bird. "

"Stop."

Hoffa stopped Tom.

"Is it over?"

Tom threw the chain away. "What else do you want?"

"I haven't finished asking. He knows the answer to my question."

Tom Riddle looked at him suspiciously. "Just a question?"

"Yes, I'll leave after asking."

Tom pondered for a moment, pushed him forward on Ryan's shoulder and in front of Hoffa: "if you have any questions, please ask here."

With that, he and Slytherin retreated to one side, chatting and looking at Ryan, with the same eyes as the police looking at the thief.

While Huo FA FA FA looks at the miserable boy in front of him. He feels guilty for a moment. In order to find the nun and cheat him to have a good time, he feels that everything is under his control. As a result, everything that happens behind him is no longer under his control. All kinds of their situations are also turning straight. It seems that the boy is more miserable than himself.

"I'm sorry, Ryan."

Said Hoffa, scratching his head.

Ryan looked at him, his lips wriggling: "they're going to burn jilia, and I'm going to see it..."

jilia Bowman, Hoffa Fuer, he still remembers the name of the blood girl. After sipping his mouth for a moment, he asked, "do you still want to believe me, I can take you out of here."

Ryan looked at Hoffa with his right eye still open. He shook his head. His face almost burst into tears: "you're more and more cruel..."

"give me another chance, man." Hoffa pressed his ear anxiously. "I cheated you once. I promise I won't cheat you twice."

"Don't say anything irrelevant."

Tom's warning and grim voice came from one side.

"I know, I know." Hoffa waved impatiently and asked Ryan, "tell me what black mistletoe is. Come on, we don't have much time." He bit the word "time" very hard.

Ryan looked into Hoffa's golden eyes and seemed to speculate about the credibility of his language. Finally, he nodded: "I can't explain directly to you. I have to... I have to show you."

"Where to?"

"Herbal warehouse."

Hoffa immediately said to Tom, "it's not clear here. He's going to take me to the Herbarium."

"Why go to the warehouse again?"

Tom turned from holding his arms to standing up, and asked alertly.

"Take a mistletoe."

The answer is Ryan.

"Just a mistletoe?"

Hoffa nodded.

Tom and his companions got together and whispered a few words, and soon they had the result. Tom pulled Ryan's chain from the ground and said, "OK, come with me. You've got a lot to do."

...

...

a group of people came to the herbal medicine warehouse in the cloud base, which is very similar to the botanical garden of Hogwarts herbal medicine class. In the flower bed made of wood, there are many colorful plants, most of which are used for healing and medicine, and Hoffa is also very familiar with it, only a few of which he does not know.

When he reached a crooked apple tree, Ryan stopped and pointed to a touch of green on the branch. "This is what you want."

Hoffa stopped and looked disappointed.

I saw the apple tree branches, there are still several thin green branches, they have many branches, looks very fragile and soft.

Hoffa has seen a lot of these things. Once upon a time, they used to hang up in a hallway at Hogwarts Christmas.

"I want black mistletoe, black."

He emphasized to Ryan.

"Black mistletoe..."

Ryan was a little distracted and didn't know what he was thinking. After being pushed by Hoffa, he bowed his head and said, "it's said that at the time of the prosperity of the gods, the queen of the gods, Frederick, blessed her young son Bader and made all things swear not to hurt him. All things swear never to hurt Bader because of Bader's beauty.

But there's only one creature that doesn't swear, mistletoe.

Before dusk, death took off the mistletoe and gave it to Hodel, the God of darkness, to throw the mistletoe to Bader. Bader died as a result. After the twilight of the gods, the mistletoe that killed the God of light turns from green to black

With that, Hoffa froze.

Tom Riddell laughed.

"Well, I thought you were looking for something, Bach. We don't have mythological things here. They are all ordinary wizard's household things."

Despite Riedel's satire, Hoffa asked Ryan, "is there only one?"Ryan shook his head. "It's just a legend. It's not rigorous. It's not verifiable. However, according to the records of the original edition of "thousand kinds of magical herbs and mushrooms", mistletoe is a plant that must kill other creatures for a living. It can't survive only by itself. It usually parasitizes on Populus alba, apple tree, squirrel tree and other common kinds of trees. This kind of plant will insert its roots into the bark to absorb nutrients, thus causing damage to the trees, some of which are still unknown It can lead to abnormal death of the parasitized trees. But it's not just plants that it kills. In fact, mistletoe can feed on other things, including humans. When green mistletoe is used to kill a person, it turns black. Once a mistletoe has tasted the soul, it will only eat the soul. Therefore, the only function of black mistletoe is to kill the soul.

In the middle ages, it was used by the church to kill ghosts or destroy the souls of pagans, but now it has been completely eliminated because it is too inhumane. Now, even possession of black mistletoe is punishable by homicide. "

After he finished, there was no sound in the herbal medicine warehouse.

Tom Riddle curiously touched the green plants in front of him. His eyes were shining, as if he was looking at a new species.

Huo FA looked at the fragile green plant in his hand. Who could have thought that this harmless little thing, which was always hanging in the corridor, could have such a hidden use.

He understood why Aldo let himself try black mistletoe. Mans's body was blessed by death. No matter how badly he was injured, he would not die. All he could do was to destroy his soul.

"So, if you want it to turn black, you have to let it taste the soul?" Hoffa asked uncertainly.

"That's right."

Ryan whispered, "humans, or other creatures with souls, centaurs, mermaids, etc. But there is no doubt that black mistletoe is a very evil plant... "

he didn't go on, but Hoffa understood what he meant. You have to kill to make it black?

It's not good to kill mans directly with mistletoe, because only physical damage can't hurt him at all. Doesn't that mean that you have to kill another man before you kill mans?

Damn, where can I find someone to kill myself?

"I don't know why you want to know such unpopular knowledge." While Slytherin's attention was on mistletoe, Ryan took Hoffa and said, "but I advise you not to try. Your metamorphosis can produce hundreds of weapons for you to use. Why use black mistletoe?"

"You're right."

Hoffa gave up the idea of using black mistletoe.

The surging power of the night gave him a strong confidence. He felt that he could touch the threshold of the top wizard at night. If mans had only one characteristic, he didn't think that the other side could defeat him in the confrontation. Besides, he would like to catch the guy alive.

At this time, Tom Riddell also said: "as you can see, there is no black one here, or take a green one and go."

Hoffa nodded, picked off a mistletoe and grinned, "OK."

When he smiles, Ryan panics. He drags the chain and asks, "are you leaving now?

"Why don't you go?"

Hoffa was surprised.

"You said you would help me..."

"you believe what I say."

Hoffa laughs, "it's not that I didn't cheat you."

Looking at the bright smile of the guy in front of him, Ryan was as pale as ashes. For a moment, he felt dizzy and could hardly stand.

"Fucker... Asshole... You fucked me!" He said difficultly, then rushed forward struggling, waving his fist, and was about to greet Hoffa.

But before it hit his face, the chain tightened and he couldn't step forward. Tom's mouth rose in the distance. He dragged the chain to keep Ryan from moving.

"How stupid a man is to place his hopes on others."

After blaming Ryan, Tom Riddell looked at Hoffa with approval: "I have to say, you are much smarter than before."

Hoffa shrugged, ignoring Ryan's angry eyes: "thank you for your compliment, Tom, but I have a small request."

"I'm in a good mood. Let's hear it."

"The female vampire you caught yesterday, I want to borrow it for a few days."

"What?"

Tom loosened his hand and said, "what do you want her to do? Do you have a crush on her beauty?"

"That's not true. All the high-level vampires in Bournemouth are dead. Only one of them survived. I promised professor sleighorn that I would find the culprit of Bournemouth's murder within a week, but the city is complicated. I need a person familiar with the terrain to lead the way."

"No way."

Tom Riedel refused immediately. "She is what I have caught, my prize, how to deal with has the final say, and we will purify the vampires with the flames. The reporter of the forecasters will see that you can take her away at this juncture.""Oh, man!"

Hoffa sighed as he chatted with his old friend. He untied Tom's chain impolitely and pushed Ryan aside like pushing garbage. He leaned against Tom's ear and whispered, "I don't know what you're thinking. Just ask those reporters to come here, don't you want to make a big news?"

"You stay away from me..."

the first time he got so close to Hoffa, Tom was very unaccustomed and wanted to push him away with disgust.

Hoffa took his arm with a smile. "How much prestige can you get by burning her and those low-level vampires, and this small credit can make you a teacher in Hogwarts after graduation?"

Tom didn't move. He looked at Hoffa surreptitiously: "why do you know so much? Who told you these ghost things, or did my friends have your spies?"

"Don't think about it, Tom, you see it. I'm not the one who used to know nothing. "

Cough, he coughed: "well, you give me that vampire, and I'll take you down. When you find that guy, the credit is all yours. You can say whatever you want."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe in the story of Muggles poisoning vampires, and I don't believe that you will be kind enough to help me."

Tom Riddle sneered: "you get out of my sight right now, that's the best help for me."

Hoffa looked at him sorrowfully. "Just for the sake of the little things in our childhood, we have come so far. To be honest, I have almost forgotten those things."

Tom riddles, unmoved, sneered and pulled Ryan forward.

"It's a pity that I have to do it myself."

Hoffa sighed behind him. Maybe it's over and I can think about going back to Hogwarts.

"Love doesn't come back."

Tom Riddell firmly left a door, go further and further.

"Why do you go back to Hogwarts? Hoffa continues to talk to himself. Maybe I should apply for the position of a teacher. I heard that Professor meleth of defense against the dark arts is retiring..."

"XXX!"

Just listen to a sudden thump.

Tom Riddle was as hairy as a cat in the tail. Regardless of the astonished eyes of others around him, he smashed a box carried by a passing house elf, and kicked the house elf away by the way.

"Hoffa Bach...!" His voice completely turned into a low hissing sound like the snake language. He bit his finger and released it after a while. He left bloody teeth marks on his finger. He clenched his fist and released it: "if you can't find it, what do you say?"

"I'll have to find out." Hoffa spread out his hand.

"If you have any other requirements, please tell me. Don't squeeze toothpaste. One by one, one by one." He said with difficulty.

"OK," Hoffa pointed to Ryan, who had fallen to one side. "Then take this guy with you."

"What are you taking him for?"

"Blood bag, if the vampire on the road has nothing to eat and starves to death, we'll go for nothing."

Hoffa said with an evil smile, and Ryan, leaning on the ground, turned white.