The day is much longer than Hoffa imagined. Maybe old Barty is very efficient. After a while, he hears the voice of phantom moving from above and the conversation between two people.

"Is it safe?"

"There seems to be no problem."

"Did you detect the magic wave?"

"Yes, it's very subtle, but it covers a large area. It's confirmed that there are traces of black magic."

"Great."

"What are you going to do, Mr. crouch?"

"Go back first and watch me secretly."

"Yes."

The voice of talking with old Patty disappeared. Old Patty came down from the first floor of the old mill and untied the ropes on Hoffa and little Patty. Then he took Hoffa and Barty by the arms, and with a crackle, the phantom disappeared.

Crackle.

With a soft sound.

As soon as they landed, the cold wind poured down Hoffa's throat from the frost covered hillside.

He returned to the village of little Hangleton, which was quite different from when he had left. A pale light was coming to the ground through the gap in the spiral. In this strange light, the thick white fog, like a huge suffocating mattress, covers the whole village, smothers life, and makes the village desperate to die like suffering from water phobia.

Old Barty tied Hoffa into a rice dumpling with his backhand, so that he could only move his legs. Then he pushed Hoffa for a while, firmly clasped little Barty in one hand, held up his magic wand in the other hand, and said coldly, "you, hand over Voldemort's position."

"Hey! Don't push me. "

Huo FA, who was tied up into rice dumplings, said, squinting.

"Cut the crap."

Old Barty pointed at him with a magic wand, and the other hand in a black holster held little Barty's arm like a hawk hook, not relaxing at all.

Not only that, Hoffa can also detect the peeping in the distance. On the top of the mountain, in the folk houses on the hillside, and even on the frost covered pine trees, those should be the men who old Patty had planted here in advance.

"Come with me."

He said slowly, choosing a random direction and taking Batty and his son over.

Not long after he disappeared, a purple snake slowly climbed out of the place where the three disappeared, spitting out the letter.

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...

the former site of Ryder house.

And on the dark high floor of the mansion, a wrinkled baby sits on a gorgeous chair, squinting through the curtains into the open space below.

In the open space, an old man waved a magic wand, leaving a mysterious and strict mark on the ground. Behind him stood a nervous, short, middle-aged man. Every time nicoleme finished waving his wand, he would take some potion powder from the big bag around him and sprinkle it on the ground.

Just watching, a big snake glides quietly to the gorgeous chair and turns into a thin woman with purple hair. The woman half kneels down, sticks to the chair, holds her hand and says something in the wrinkled baby's ear.

Tom Riddle had been indifferent to listen, but gradually his expression became more serious. After listening, his face was gloomy, and he was about to drip water. He said to naniji, "call up the two men downstairs."

The thin purple woman circled and turned back into a giant snake. She swam on the floor and disappeared, slipping out through the crack of the door.

After a while, there was a tramp on the stairs, the door opened, and the stooped Nico lemme and Pettigrew stood in front of the door. Pettigrew his hands flatteringly and asked in a sharp voice, "master, are you hungry? Would you like some milk?"

"Shut up, Wormtail. Next time you can say hello."

Tom Riddell waved listlessly to Nicole lemme, "come here, lemme."

Nicole lemme stepped forward and said, "what happened? Call us up. We don't have much time. We have to seize every minute."

"No hurry." Tom Riddell said slowly, "how much progress has been made."

"Eighty percent. If there are no special circumstances, I can help you finish it before the final three."

"No special circumstances... Hum..." Voldemort stroked the armrest with soft fingers, and a dangerous red light flashed in his eyes from time to time. He suddenly asked, "lemme, what do you know about Hoffa Bach when he was young?"

Nicole lemme was surprised: "what? What do you want me to do with this? "

"I said," do you know your partner? "

Voldemort asked reluctantly.

"I know him. He's a very kind man."

Nico lemme said without expression.

"He is really kind and pedantic, but he still stands on my side and serves me. I'm the greatest black Wizard of the century"What do you want to express?"

Nicole lemme is a little impatient.

"What do you know about his past?" Tom repeated the first question.

"Not much. In fact, I didn't hear much about him before 1937." Nico lemme said dryly.

"Oh, that's a pity."

Voldemort was happy, and he played with his hand excitedly: "I grew up with that guy, and I knew his likes like the back of my hand. At the beginning, I had some conflicts with him because of a little thing, and killed a cat or a cat. He was so angry that he came to me to argue with me, and even I pushed him into the sea without repentance. The first thing to get up from the sea was Bury the cat, ha ha ha. "

Nicoleme slowly put away the impatience on his face and became dignified. I saw that gorgeous chair slowly turned past, and there was a harsh friction sound on the floor.

"Before I met you, Hoffa Bach had a good friend, the daughter of drassez. I think you should know, right?"

Nico lemme's face changed, but he still said, "I have nothing to do with who Hoffa Bach likes, whether it's a cat or a woman. As long as I can fulfill my wish, even if he likes mice, it has nothing to do with me."

"Forgetting is not easy for his kind of emotional man. I'll bet you 10000 kingalons. His idea of resurrecting that man is definitely higher than your idea of resurrecting your granddaughter. "

"It's none of my business. I just care about the results."

Nicole lemme said coldly.

"What if he comes to stop you?"

Tom Riddell continued.

"Nanigi just told me a very interesting message that Hoffa Bach, who left here for half a year, is back."

"What? You're kidding. " Nicole lemme was stunned: "we're not ready to do anything when we come back."

"Maybe he doesn't think it's worth the resurrection of a black wizard in exchange for his own happiness? Who knows, big love, little love, moral standards and so on. "

"No way."

Nicole lemme denied it, but his face was a little flustered.

"He not only came back, but also came with a group of people from the Ministry of magic. I think you know the man from the Ministry of magic, the most selfless director of international affairs in history, Barty crouch senior

"Ah?"

Nicoleme looked at the back of the chair and didn't speak for a long time.

Just listen to the voice behind the chair: "he has never been a rational driven guy. He doesn't care about any interests or glory. But instead, he has an unusually strong sensibility, which leads him to often do something extraordinary, something ordinary people seem stupid, but he takes it for granted.

I don't know what Hoffa is doing. I don't care whether he has a conscience or suddenly loses his nerve. I only know that if the people in the Ministry of magic know my plan, you won't get a complete resurrection. You can do it yourself

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...

"when are you going to take me?"

On the frosty hillside, old Patty asked impatiently.

"It's almost there. It's almost there."

Hoffa said perfunctorily. He looked at the distance, where the sun was about to set, the dark blue covered the earth, the mist filled the pale mountains, and the frosty pine needles trembled at the top of the trees.

At the moment, it has been several hours since the three of them came to little Hangleton. In these hours, Hoffa has been taking old Patty around in the mountain stream, trying to delay the time to the night. He knows that as long as the night falls, he will be safe.

"If I remember correctly, it's the third time you've come around this hill." Old Patty pointed to the footprints on the snow: "what are you up to?"

Hoffa, who was tied up into rice dumplings, kept his face unchanged: "I haven't been to this place several times, and I can't say that Voldemort has put some confusing magic spell here, so that others can't find him..."

bang!

Old Patty pressed Hoffa heavily on a fir tree, and the frost on the shaking tree fell. He grabbed Hoffa in one hand, turned his head and asked little patty, "is your master in this place?"

"Asshole..."

little Barty clenched his fist in anger.

Old Patty was not polite at all. He put his knee on little Patty's abdomen and kicked him down. He asked again, "does your damned master live here?"

Little Barty bowed his head without saying a word, bumped into old Barty's belly, trying to knock him to the ground, but he was still swung on the head by old Barty, dizzy and pulled back.

"In or not?"

Old Patty asked reluctantly. Like a wild horse, he was determined to make little Patty bow.

The only answer to him was the sound of angry teeth rubbing.

Hoffa sighed to himself. Even after what he said to Barty, he couldn't be a little soft in front of his father.He coughed heavily.

Cough!

"In...

little Barty squeezed a word out of his teeth.

Old batty is more and more dissatisfied, he looked at Hoffa's eyes with a strong sense of killing. But probably in order to find Voldemort, he endured his displeasure and loosened Hoffa's neck.

"Lead the way."

As time went by, the sun fell to the horizon, the sky became dark, and the air was filled with a touch of blood. A touch of excited red appeared on Hoffa's face, and the silent blood was boiling in his body, and the flow rate was faster and faster.

Old Patty felt something. He tightened the rope holding Hoffa and threatened: "I advise you not to be careful! If you can't find Voldemort in ten minutes, I'll execute you immediately. "

"Soon... Soon..."

Hoffa said softly.

A few minutes later, in the cold light, the last sunlight completely sank into the shadow from the edge of the mountain, and a green aurora swam away from the sky like a snake.

On the way, Hoffa's pace became bigger and bigger, and gradually changed from walking to running. Old Patty finally realized that something was wrong. He roared: "hold him!"

Whoosh, whoosh!

Several Aurors burst out of the shadow of the woods.

Yila, as if blowing the battle horn.

At the first moment of the moon, Hoffa's body inflated like a balloon. In the horror of old patty, he almost broke away from the rope in the blink of an eye.

Old patty, who was dragging the rope, was pulled to the ground and pulled far away in the snow.

A few Aurors hold up their magic wands

"all petrified!"

"Faint to the ground!"

"Fall apart!"

In the moonlight, Hoffa put his hand into his chest. At the moment of the curse, he pulled out his palm.

In the blood spatter, his body decomposes and becomes countless dancing nightingales.

The Nightingale bumps into those Aurors, pecks them, hugs their heads and throws away their wands.

Little batty laughs. When Hoffa knocks old batty's hands down, he breaks free from his father's shackles and kicks old batty to the ground and snatches his magic wand.

"Feng Shui turns around, old man!"

Little Barty happily pointed to his father with a magic wand, happily recited the incantation: "drill heart and wrist bone!"

The red light flashed by, and old Patty screamed bitterly. He rolled wildly in the snow.

"You villain!"

Old Patty curled up on the ground, scrupulous gray hair scattered on his forehead, he looked at his crazy son in front of him.

"Put me in Azkaban for 13 years, 13 years, and you'll pay for it!" Little Barty's hand holding the wand trembled like Parkinson's. He took a deep breath: "Avada..."

before the curse of life had time to come out, several nightingales came flying, took away his wand, pushed him to press him on the tree, and the nightingales danced in the air and gathered together to become Hoffa again.

"You can't kill your father."

Hoffa pressed little Patty and shook his shoulder: "you've killed thousands of times!"

"Then do it again!" Little Barty's eyes were as big as a brass bell. He looked at Hoffa fanatically: "this loser is not worthy to be my father, Mr. Bach!"

Bang!!

Hoffa slapped him in the face and beat little Patty.

He got up from the snow in a daze and couldn't tell the direction.

"Stupid or not, when all I say is fart?"

Hoffa yelled.

Little Barty immediately covered his head in fright, which was completely different from when he was scolded by old Barty.

"Leave England, leave London, leave your father, go out, never look back." Hoffa kicked him in the ass and kicked him all the way out

Little Barty got up from the snow and said, "where should I go? I don't know. "

Hoffa broke a cedar with a click, and little Barty rolled back ten meters.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Don't look back. Let's go. Let's go. "

"You dare to let him go."

Old Patty got up from the ground. He was hairy and ferocious: "you let him go, you let him come."

"Get out of the way," Hoffa kicked away old Batty and urged little batty, "let's go, let's go."

Little Barty looked at Hoffa and his father. For a moment, he had no idea. He walked backward to the distance, slowly.

"Let's go!"

Hoffa let out a roar, scared him to fall on the frosty ice and slide far away.Old Patty struggled to get up from the ground and grabbed Hoffa's neck. "Do you think I don't know what he is? Apart from being brave in front of me, what can he do? If you let him out, he will be eaten by those people!"

"It's time to let him go, too!"

"I promised her mother to protect him!"

"Hell, can't you trust him once?"

"If he can do it, the sow can go up the tree." After that, he waved his wand and pointed at little Barty's wand running in the distance: "fainting to the ground!"

"You fart!"

Hoffa pressed old Patty down again, and the curse deviated from little Patty and disappeared into the dark night sky.

Little Barty climbed to the foot of the mountain alone, looking back at Hoffa and old Barty, hesitating.

At this time, a train for the unknown came from the mountain stream and stopped at little hangton with a bang. Some pedestrians with big bags and small bags got down from the train. Hoffa was overjoyed. He cried from a distance, "get in the car, get out of here!"

Little Barty saw the train standing in front of him and grasped the rail.

"Let's go... Let's go... Don't look back..."

Hoffa looked forward to little Patty's back and pressed old Patty. He never wanted little Patty to leave here as quickly as he did at this moment. If he can leave, it means that the cycle is not unbreakable.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

old Barty laughed for some reason, but he gave birth to a force to push Hoffa out of the air, ran a few steps to the foot of little hangton's mountain, and roared: "stop, stinky boy!"

Hearing his father's cry, little Barty could not help but release the palm of his hand holding the iron door of the train and turned to look.

"Falk!"

When he looked back, Hoffa was frantic. He stepped forward three steps, one hand holding old Patty's arm, the other hand covering his mouth to keep him from making a sound.

In the night, little Patty looked at the hillside from a distance.

In the stream of people, he passed by, his face was at a loss, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Then.

Poof!

There was a light noise.

Without warning.

I don't know when the tip of a knife came out of his chest. It was as light as a dragonfly skimming water.

"No!"

Old batty, who was dragged by Hoffa, broke free from Hoffa's palm. His legs were soft and he could hardly stand.

Hoffa's eyes suddenly widened.

In the distance, Patty looked at the sharp knife stabbing out of his chest. He felt the sharp point of the knife at a loss, and then fell into the snow again with a plop.

The train rumbled away, and where little Barty crouch fell, a small figure and a rickety figure appeared in the shadow.

The little figure stepped forward, pulled out a dagger from Patty's chest, wiped his dirty trouser legs, and looked at the old man with white hair: "is that all right