He said quite confidently: ""That man is the son of the current Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch Jr., a poor guy who was imprisoned in Azkaban by his father.

I don’t care whether you have heard of him or not, but you must rescue him, let him participate in your actions, and ensure his safety before I am reincarnated successfully, otherwise, all your demands will be empty talk."

"Hiss!" Hoffa didn't expect to go around again. He smacked his tongue, his heart froze, and there was a wry smile on his face that only he could detect. But he gritted his teeth and quickly calmed down, with a cold expression.

Stand in front of Tom Riddle and reach out his hand.

"Okay, we've made an agreement."

Looking at the palm stopped in front of him, the sweaty Tom Riddle smiled. Although his eyes were full of undisguised murderous intent, at least for this second, he smiled happily.

"Huh huh huh..."

"Huh huh huh..."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

He folded his arms and let out a sinister laugh, remaining unmoved.

Hoffa: "What are you laughing at?"

"I thought of the orphanage fifty years ago." Tom Riddle said slowly, his noseless nostrils dilated, as if he was tasting something extremely delicious, "It's really that the wind and water are changing, Bach.

You have changed."

Hoffa put away his palms, turned around and left the fireplace room without hesitation, stepped over Wormtail, who was shivering at the corner of the stairs, and strode out in a meteoric step.

Behind him, Voldemort could not stop laughing:
Chapter completed!