In the dark room, the bald boy held up a peeled apple and bowed facing the chair. On the chair was a strange species that was wrinkled like a baby.

In the distant corridor, Peter Pettigrew was hiding behind the cabinet and observing the room. He couldn't help but swallowed. I wonder if it was his imagination. In front of the blazing fire, it seemed that there were not two people standing there, but

An eagle folded its wings, and a poisonous snake coiled on the ground.

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

Down."

Hoffa frowned and remained motionless, just holding up the apple.

"I asked you to kneel down, can't you hear me?"

Tom moved his head forward and repeated, "Kneel down, now."

Hoffa held the apple and still didn't move.

"You want to bribe me with an apple, do you really think I'm a baby, Bach?" Tom's red eyes flashed with a playful light: "Don't you want to resurrect your little girlfriend? Show some sincerity!

"

Hoffa raised his eyebrows, put away the apple, and straightened up. He went to the fireplace in the dark hall, took off a porcelain plate on the wall, and blew away the dust on it.

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

Tom Riddle sneered darkly: "You think yourself too important, Bach, I don't need you."

Hoffa put the porcelain plate on the table, turned his fingers into knives, and cut the apple into eight slices on the plate.

"Although those in the Ministry of Magic think you are dead, Albus Dumbledore doesn't think so, and neither do the people in the Order of the Phoenix. They will find you and kill you. Those who were your most powerful

Go-getters are all watching now, and have even betrayed you, Malfoy, and Karkaroff. If there is even the slightest sign of trouble, they will eat you alive. I believe you know this better than me."

The expression of the little man on the chair twisted a few times, he opened his mouth to spit, and sneered: "You are still the same as in the past, you know more than anyone else."

"Don't mind, I will know these things after a little inquiry. Everyone in the wizarding world knows it. According to the current situation, Peter Pettigrew outside alone cannot protect you. At this time, you have to worry about something

Ridiculous vanity, will you push me away?"

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

"Really?"

Hoffa leaned against the brick wall of the fireplace, took a piece of apple and ate it: "I didn't find you."

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

Hoffa shrugged: "There are a few people in the world who can remain neutral and objective. Maybe no one can do it except Ravenclaw. I am the only one who will not be biased against you, Tom."

"I don't need any bullshit neutrality and objectivity. You either surrender or get out." Voldemort hissed, "I will never trust Ravenclaw. This is a lesson I have learned at the cost of my soul."

The conversation seemed to have reached an impasse.

Click click click click.

In front of the fireplace, Hoffa slowly ate fruit.

Tom licked his lips with pleasure and ruthlessness: "I'll give you a minute to think. After you finish eating that damn plate of apples, if you don't kneel down in front of me, be prepared to kill me."

Hum hum…”

Gudu.

Hoffa swallowed one piece of apple, picked up another piece lightly, and said calmly: "The old Gunter house."

He swallowed it and picked up another piece, "Seaside Cave."

Every time he swallowed a piece of apple, Tom Riddle's face turned pale.

He picked up another piece and snapped it in one bite.

"Gringotts."

"shut up!!"

Tom's red eyes were so wide that they almost burst open, and his expression fell into an unspeakable confusion.

Hoffa held half a piece of apple and remained motionless, with a slight smile on his lips.

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

I saw him dripping with cold sweat, his head lowered, and his whole body shaking like chaff, "Shut up... Shut up!"

When he raised his head and looked at Hoffa, there was only endless murderous intent and resentment in his eyes, "You!!"

Hoffa put down the apple slices and said slowly, "So, don't say it too harshly, Tom. I hate being alone, and you are afraid of death. There is still a possibility for us to cooperate."

"You, how dare you, threaten me!?" Voldemort's fine teeth chattered: "Blackmail the greatest black magician in history!?"

"I don't. Your life or death actually has nothing to do with me. I just want to make a deal." Hoffa said calmly.

Voldemort closed his eyes, his expression changed unpredictably, and he was quiet for three full minutes before he opened his eyes and said coldly: I don't believe any of your words, I only believe in your actions. The Philosopher's Stone has nothing to do with me now.

Useful, that kind of deal, I won’t accept it.”

Hoffa shrugged: "Now we can talk."

"I need Harry Potter, the Gryffindor boy who was protected by Albus Dumbledore." As soon as Tom Riddle said this, the fire in the room seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, swaying almost

extinguished.

"Hmm." Hoffa snorted.

"Don't talk about other nonsense. We are not the young wizards fifty years ago. You brought Harry Potter to me. You brought him to me without attracting anyone's attention. And

Help me successfully resurrect and return to full strength, and I will give you the secret technique of refining Peverell's human body..."

Hoffa listened to Tom's words. Suddenly, he felt dazed for a moment. At this moment, a strong sense of fate came to his heart. For some reason, he seemed to feel that he had experienced this scene before, just like when doing things in daily life.

There was a sense of immediacy that this scene had happened before.

This sense of déjà vu came and went quickly, until Tom Riddle called him, "Hey, hey, are you listening to me?"

Hoffa raised his head and looked directly into his eyes.

Tom Riddle emphasized: "I said, I agree to your deal, but the condition is that you bring that boy to me. In exchange, I will give you the secret of Peverell's human body, and even the secrets about resurrection."

The spell.”

"Right away?"

"No, the time limit is one year. I still need to prepare the rituals, medicinal materials, and venues for resurrection. You only need to send him to me when I am ready."

After a pause, "How about it, legendary wizard, this kind of thing is very simple for you, right?"

"Okay," Hoffa looked a little solemn, "but I also have a condition."

"explain."

"I also want my people to participate in your preparation process."

"Your people?" Tom shook his head and sneered as if he had heard some great joke: "Humph, when did the aloof Ravenclaw eagle also learn to develop party members?"

"Nicola Flamel."

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

"Don't even think about it."

Tom Riddle refused him without even thinking.

"If you want to put people around me, you are too young." Tom Riddle said.

"Sorry, Tom, the trust between you and me is not as strong as I thought." Hoffa said without much expression on his face: "I think you will definitely give me a stumbling block, so I need to find someone knowledgeable.

Come and monitor."

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

Voldemort smiled coldly and said, "How do I know that you won't cause trouble for me in secret?"

The two looked at each other and could see the fear in each other's eyes.

Hoffa picked up a piece of apple again and took a bite.

But this time, Voldemort did not give in. He looked at Hoffa hatefully, clenching his fists that were no bigger than a gaowan, and sweat dripping down his wrinkled face.

"Nicola Flamel must participate in your resurrection ceremony."

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

Under the light of the fireplace, Tom Riddle's expression looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit. He looked at the apple with only two slices left on it on the fireplace plate, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, okay, people in the open don't talk secretly."

He narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Since you want to put people around me, you must also have people from me around you."

"Your people?"

Hoffa raised his eyebrows and turned back to Tom Riddle's chair: "Wormtail?"

There was a loud banging sound outside the door, as if something rolled down the stairs.

Tom Riddle showed disgust on his face, and he shook his head: "No, it's another of my loyal servants."
To be continued...