The faucet is dropping water drops, and the dazzling sunlight shines in from the high skylight, forming one small round spot after another on the ceramic tile floor of the bathroom.

Hoffa, hiding out of the sun, was relieved to see the man who had rashly broken into the bathroom. It's not man, it's Ryan.

The boy didn't die after he fell into the sea.

"Ryan?"

Jiliya's eyes lit up. She rushed forward and grabbed his palm. Her eyes were red, happy and reproachful. She said, "where have you been?"

"I fell into the sea."

After a few seconds, he quickly pushed her away and said to Hoffa, "come on, get out of here, Riddell. Riddell wants to kill me."

"Who do I want to kill?"

The voice of Yin measurement came from outside the door.

Hoffa looked aside. There was a tall, thin figure outside the door, Tom Riddell. He was holding the door frame. He was more embarrassed than the last time he saw it. His soft black hair was meticulous, but now he was in a mess like a chicken coop. The exquisite Muggle suit was full of holes from the fire everywhere. What's worse is his arm, whose left arm is from the elbow joint Straight down into the "zigzag" shape, the naked skin mixed with sweat and blood, looks terrible. Only his eyes, still flashing exuberant desire and unpredictable emotions.

"Oh, are you all here?"

Tom put his only active right arm behind him and walked slowly into the bathroom. When he came in, he closed the iron door with his feet.

Although he didn't leave a trace in every movement, Hoffa saw a flash of green in his hand.

Mistletoe.

"What are you doing running so fast, Ryan?" He asked, and came to the three step by step.

Ryan supports the female vampire and stands beside Hoffa, just like a chick hiding from the storm behind the cliff.

"Tom..."

Hoffa propped himself up by holding the washstand behind him. Although he was very tired now, and his sleepiness was pounding his spirit like a wave, he didn't want to show weakness in front of his old friend in the orphanage.

"I saw the Muggle you said." Tom raised his bent arm. "He almost killed me."

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

"Yes, I appreciate your being so honest with me." Tom held the white tile on the bathroom wall and said as he walked, "but I'm used to breaking my wand hand. I'm afraid I can't help you any more."

"Never mind," Hoffa pointed to the window on the ceiling behind him. "You can get out of here and go to the cloud base to heal. Slughorn will heal you soon."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person to escape, Bach? You look down on me too much He said slowly, closer and closer to the three people, a trace of danger filled the bathroom, and more and more rich.

Hoffa put his hand behind him and touched the switch of a faucet. He wanted to break it off and use it as a weapon, but he found that his strength was too small during the day. He can't even bend an iron. What's more, his magic seems to be blocked, and his recovery speed is appalling.

"You... You... You don't come here!" Ryan raised his wand and stuttered, pointing to Tom Riddle, who was approaching the wall.

"That's how hutchpatch treats his friends. Hum, point his wand at his Savior." Tom was slow and steady, his eyes fixed on Hoffa instead of Ryan.

"You didn't save me!" Ryan said, "I'm no different from the paper you wipe your ass with. Throw it when you use it up!"

"Haha. Haha..." Tom laughed. "Well, it's interesting. Tell me who untied your rope when you fell into the sea, and who put up the shield for the first time under the Muggle fire."

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

Tom shook his head with disdain and stood still. Now he came to the three of them and stretched his broken hand in front of Hoffa, with a sad smile on his face: "can you help me with the wound, Bach? You've been running outside for so long, and a little bit of emergency measures should be possible. "

"Yes." Hoffa gave up breaking the tap. He took Riedel's broken hand, tore off a piece of clothes, and forced his zigzag hand to straighten.

Tom stood in front of Hoffa, watching him bandage his arm, and whispered, "Bach, kill him, and the woman. Only in this way can we survive. "

He breathed through his hair without any temperature. Hoffa lowered his head, bandaged his wound and said nothing."There's no other way," Tom went on whispering. "Physical harm means nothing to that guy. All we can do is destroy his soul."

As Tom whispers, Ryan and the vampire look at each other and step back. Hoffa bandaged Tom's broken hand, looked into his eyes and shook his head. "I can't do it."

"What do you suggest?" Tom asked calmly.

"I'll stay here for a while. You go back and call someone."

"It may not be a solution." Tom touched his chin and nodded, "that's what you want."

With that, he pulled out the mistletoe and stabbed Hoffa's belly without warning. Mistletoe was stopped less than three centimeters from its belly. Hoffa grabbed Tom by the wrist, grinned and said, "is this going to kill me?"

"I thought you had made some progress outside. Now it seems that you are no different from the orphanage. Dogs can't get rid of shit!"

"Just like each other!" Hoffa stretched out his hand, and the bandage that had just been tied spread instantly. In the process of scattering, the mistletoe was dragged out of Tom's hand by the bandage and fell into Hoffa's hand.

With the mistletoe, Hoffa jumps back.

Tom pointed to the black mark on Hoffa's arm, which had been burned on fire before, and turned into a dazzling red. The high temperature it sent out made Hoffa's bones almost melt. He covered his arm with pain and retreated, shouting to Ryan and the vampire in the distance, "what are you doing? Help me if you want to live!"

Ryan and the female vampire dare not hesitate. They pounce on Tom leaning against the wall.

Tom grinned grimly: "beyond measure!"

Then he raised his wand.

However, when he raised his wand, the expression on his face changed again, from ferocious to extreme fear. He looked behind Hoffa with fear, "you... How did you get in?"

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

He turned his head white and saw that there was no one behind him.

He could only see himself in the mirror of the bathroom, the frightened faces of Ryan and the vampire, and Tom's insidious sneer.

He whispered that he was in the trap.

Turning his head again, Tom rushed over like a rabbit, pressed Ryan's head and hit him on the wall. There was only a loud clang. With pieces of glass smashed, Ryan fell to the ground head broken.

Before the female vampire reacts, Tom pulls a hook with one arm and directly hooks Jiliya in his arms without making her make a sound. He gasped heavily, so hard that the face of the female vampire turned from white to blue in an instant.

Control of the washroom is back in Tom Riddell's hands.

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

"When the enemy is at hand, do you want to kill your teammates first?" Hoffa also asked angrily.

"I don't need teammates, not to mention you pig teammates," he said, holding a female vampire's neck and a yew wand against her chin. "Everyone is soft hearted. What can you do? Hurry up! Give me the mistletoe

Hoffa looked at the green branches in his hand, and then at the female vampire whose tongue had been strangled. He carried his hand behind him.

"Or do you want to do it yourself?" Tom leaned against the wall and asked, "if so, I can't accept it."

He pushed his arm against the vampire's back and made her stand up: "come on, come on, don't you want black mistletoe? Kill her and we'll have it."

Hoffa still hasn't moved.

"What are you hesitating about?" Tom's expression was about to go crazy. "When that immortal Muggle comes to kill us, anyway, this cheap bat will die sooner or later. It's better to make some contribution to us before he dies."

"Hoffa, don't... nothing can change a dead man..." said Ryan, who fell to the ground with a bloody face.

"Shut up! Rubbish Tom stopped in a rage and said, "when this is over, I'll cut your head open to see if it's brain or JY in it!"

After that, he turned to Hoffa, and his tone was slightly softer: "what are you thinking? I don't believe you have killed many people outside these years. A vampire is a kind of creature. Don't say you kill one, even if you kill 10000, others won't say anything about you. Think about it, how many people's blood this guy sucks everyday, killing it is justice!"

In Tom's painstaking persuasion, Hoffa finally moved, he took mistletoe, step by step toward Tom. At this moment, a strong sense of destiny came to my heart.

Tom curled his mouth, sneered, and took 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 unspeakable ferocious, female vampire is hard to breathe, Ryan is desperate to climb up, and Huo's law is unfathomable indifference."Come on..." kyelia looked at Hoffa in Tom's cast iron arm and said, "if... If you can really avenge my family, please... Don't waste..."

"see?"

Tom hid behind jillia, grinned at Ryan and said, "see, your one night stand girlfriend is much more conscious than you."

"Enough, Tom." Hoffa's face was expressionless and his voice was ethereal. "In fact, I have a way. No one has to die."

"What are you thinking? The non-human power must end with the non-human power. Mistletoe must devour the soul to turn black. We have no choice."

"That's right." Hoffa nodded. "But you know, there's a man in the world who won't die even if his soul is destroyed, and that man is right in front of me."

Tom's face turned pale a little bit from irritability. He saw the subtle irony in Hoffa's eyes and immediately understood what he was going to do.

"Son of a bitch!" He did not hesitate to push the female vampire forward, while he raised his wand and pointed at Hoffa: "death!"

Hoffa, who had been prepared for a long time, took a side step to jump off the ground and let go of the female vampire. Just where he was standing, countless black hands came out of the ground and tried to hold him.

He came up behind Tom, raised the mistletoe and stabbed him in the belly. Tom put one hand on Hoffa's arm, pressed it back, lifted Hoffa's arm and pressed him against the wall.

Dong!! Back against the wall of the moment, huofa mouth spit out a trace of blood, pale. They were very close to each other. Tom found Hoffa's weakness, and he laughed out: "well, well, you are also a strong man in the field, bluffing..."

"yes, but I have two hands." When Hoffa finished, he took out a mistletoe with the other hand. He brought it out of the cloud base.

This time, he didn't keep the slightest hand, all his strength was put on the blow, only the green light flashed by, and the green twig was as hard as iron under the deformation technique.

Poof!

There was a light noise.

It's like a fruit knife in a watermelon.

Tom tilted his head and fell on his side. Then he got up and leaned against the steel washstand. The blood ran down his cheek, over his shoulder and down his fingertips to the ground.

His bloody hand touched his head, touched a sharp bulge, moved away like an electric shock, and then slowly touched it. Finally, when he turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his whole body was shaking.

In the mirror, there is a green branch in his temple. After sucking blood, the green branch turns from green to black at the speed visible to the naked eye, just like a sponge falling into an ink bottle.

"You... You fuckin '" he looked at Hoffa in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that, man," Hoffa said with a guilty face. "You killed me once four years ago. Now I kill you once. We don't owe each other."

Plop.

Tom knelt down in front of Hoffa, raised his head and stared at him. On his pretty face, he squeezed out a twisted smile: "OK... Ok... OK, there you are. You wait for me..."

after that, he fell to the ground with a head down plop, and there was no sound. Little by little, the blood came out of his head and flowed to Hoffa's feet. He leaned back on the white porcelain wall, covered his chest and panted.

There was a moment of silence in the bathroom.

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

He leaned on the ground, barely propped himself up, and looked at Tom Riddle's ferocious face, and said nothing.

Hoffa shook his head, stroked Riedel's eyes with his hand, and pulled out the mistletoe in his temple. "If the best student died like this, you would look down on him."

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

Ryan stares at him.

"From today on, you can't go back to Hogwarts. If Tom Riddle sees you again, I'm sure he will kill you. There's nothing I can do about it."

"What are you talking about?"

Ryan looked at the body lying on the white tile. "It's clear... It's clear that you killed Ryder. How did Ryder want to kill me again?"

As soon as the words came to an end, the yew wand in Hoffa's hand suddenly convulsed violently. The yew wand turned into a small poisonous snake, holding its sharp head and biting Hoffa's arm.

After landing, the purple snake became thicker and bigger, until it became an eight meter long python. The python swallowed Tom's body, then twisted and slid to the window, and disappeared without a trace.In this regard, the exhausted Hoffa has no way to stop it. He rolled up his sleeve, and the black mark on his arm didn't fade. As he expected, Tom had come into contact with the mystery of split soul.

The unexpected scene made Ryan not know what to say for a long time. Under the continuous shock, his brain could not accept it and was numb.

"How could that be?" He murmured: "how can this happen? What kind of witches are you...

" I can't explain to you. It's not good for you to know too much. " Hoffa picked up Ryan, took him to the female vampire gillia, and said to her, "I'm sorry to use you, but I can only do so much. If you want to live longer, you'd better keep a low profile in the future."

The female vampire looks at him with extremely complicated eyes, just like looking at an unknown creature, an alien.

"Take him with you." Hoffa handed Ryan to her: "get out of here, get out of the city, get out of the country, the farther you go, the better."

"And you? What do you do? " The female vampire's voice is too low to be heard.

"I have my own business to finish, but it's none of your business." He said faintly.

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

"it's no longer needed," Hoffa said, looking at the black mistletoe in his hand and shaking his head: "Ryan, don't go back. If you want to help me, leaving now is the best way to help me

"He's right." Kyelia took Ryan's arm, bent over Hoffa and made a deep bow. When she got up, she took him by the arm. "Come on, we'll only hold him back here."

Ryan is dragged by the female vampire to the distance step by step. "Wait a minute," Ryan said suddenly, pushing away the female vampire and rushing back to Hoffa. "Wait a minute, I have something to say to you."

Hoffa looked at him curiously. He saw Ryan brewing for a while and said, "in the first grade, I didn't know you. In the second grade, I admired you very much. In the third grade, I sympathized with you. But after I got along with you, I hated you very much."

Said, he laughed at himself, "maybe I never understand you, no one can really understand you, but I know, there must be something very precious, deep in your heart, never been abandoned by you."

Hoffa's eyes slightly widened and he looked at the boy who had just known him for a few days.

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

After that, he let go of Hoffa and came to Jiliya. After waving goodbye to him, he disappeared with the phantom of a female vampire.

In the sunset bathroom, Hoffa watched them leave with a long sigh. For some reason, he felt lost, and also felt confused.

He knew that he would never see them again, a simple boy who was a little silly, and a female vampire who had quite a story. They are just like other people they meet in this strange journey, passing by and disappearing from them in a hurry. Will they be together? How long can that strange love last? Only God knows.

However, Ryan's last encouragement is like a kind of heart tonic, which makes him stand up. He knows that his task is far from complete.

Hold up the black mistletoe.

The strange black light flowed on the tender branches, just like a living creature. In it, he could feel some ancient and hidden evil, which was always filled with hunger and thirst.

Hunger for the soul.