The day was much longer than Hoffa imagined, perhaps because Old Barty was very efficient. After a while, he heard the sound of disembodiment coming from above, as well as the vague conversation between two people.

"Is it safe?"

"There doesn't seem to be any problem."

"Have you detected any fluctuations in magic power?"

"It has been detected. Although it is very subtle, it covers a wide area. There are definitely traces of black magic."

"Very good."

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

"You go back first and keep an eye on me secretly."

"yes."

The voice of the conversation with Old Barty disappeared. Old Barty walked down from the first floor of the dilapidated mill and untied the ropes from Hoffa and Little Barty. Then, he pulled Hoffa and Little Barty's arms and made a crackling sound.

Apparated and disappeared.

crackle.

Accompanied by a soft sound.

The three of them squeezed out of the Apparition state. As soon as they landed, cold wind poured into Hoffa's throat from the hoarfrost-covered hillside.

He returned to the village of Little Hangleton. The place was very different from when he left. A ray of pale sunlight was spreading to the ground through the gaps in the spiral. Under this strange light, the thick white fog was like

A suffocating giant mattress covered the entire village, suffocating life and causing the village to desperately struggle and die as if suffering from hydrophobia.

Old Barty tied Hoffa into a rice dumpling with his backhand, so that he could only move his legs. Then he pushed Hoffa, held Little Barty firmly with one hand, held up the wand with the other, and said coldly: "

You, hand over Voldemort's location."

"Hey! Don't push me."

Hoffa, who was tied into a rice dumpling, narrowed his eyes and said.

"Cut the nonsense."

Old Barty pointed his wand at him, and his other hand covered in black cowhide gripped Little Barty's arm like an aquiline, without letting go at all.

Not only that, Hoffa could also detect the vague sense of prying eyes in the distance. On the top of the mountain, in the houses on the mountainside, and even on the frost-covered pine trees, those who should be Old Batty's men had set foot here in advance.

"Follow me."

He said slowly, chose a direction at random, and walked over with Barty and his son.

And not long after he disappeared, a small purple snake slowly crawled out from the place where the three disappeared, spitting out the letter and spitting out the letter.

...

...

The former site of Riddle House.

On the dark upper floor of the mansion, a crumpled baby sat on a gorgeous chair. He squinted at the open space below through the gap in the curtains.

In the open space, an old man waved his wand, leaving mysterious carvings on the ground. Behind him stood a nervous short middle-aged man. Every time after Nicolas Flamel waved his wand, he would say:

He took out some potion powder from the big bag beside him and sprinkled it on the ground.

While watching, a big snake slithered silently to the side of the gorgeous chair and turned into a thin purple-haired woman. The woman knelt down and leaned against the chair. She held her palms and spoke a few words into the wrinkled baby's ear.

What.

Tom Riddle listened indifferently at first, but gradually, his expression became serious. After listening, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip. He said to Naniji: "Call those two people downstairs.

"

The thin purple woman circled back into a giant snake, swished on the floor and disappeared, and slipped out through the crack in the door.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, the door opened, and the stooped Nico Flamel and Peter Pettigrew stood in front of the door. Peter Pettigrew rubbed his hands obsequiously and asked in a high voice: "

Master, are you hungry? Would you like some milk?"

"Shut up, Wormtail, you can change your greeting next time."

Tom Riddle waved to Nico Flamel listlessly: "Come here, Flamel."

Nico Flamel took a few steps forward and said very dissatisfied: "What happened? Call us up. We don't have much time. We must seize every minute."

"No rush." ​​Tom Riddle said slowly: "How far has the progress been completed?"

"Eighty percent, if there are no special circumstances, I can definitely help you complete it before the Triwizard Tournament."

"There are no special circumstances...Humph..." Voldemort's soft fingers stroked the armrest, and a dangerous red light flashed from time to time in his eyes. He suddenly asked: "Lemay, what do you think about Hoffa?"

.How much do you know about Bach’s youth?”

Nico Flamel was surprised: "What? Why are you asking me this?"

"I said, do you know your partner?"

Voldemort asked reluctantly.

"I know him, he is a very kind person."

Nico Flamel said expressionlessly.

"He is indeed kind and a little pedantic, but he still stands by my side and serves me. If you ask me, I am the greatest dark wizard in this century."

"What do you want to express?"

Nico Flamel was a little impatient.

"How much do you know about his past?" Tom repeated the original question.

"Not much. In fact, I had never heard of him before 1937." Nico Flamel said dryly.

"Ah, that's such a pity."

Voldemort became happy and played with his palms enthusiastically: "That guy and I grew up together and knew his likes and dislikes very well. Back then, I had some conflicts with him over a trivial matter and killed one of his cats and one of his cats.

The cat, he came to me angrily to argue with me, and even pushed me into the sea without repentance. The first thing he did when he got up from the sea was to bury the cat, hahahaha."

Nicoléme slowly put away the impatience on his face, and his expression became solemn. He saw the gorgeous chair slowly turning around, making a harsh friction sound on the floor.

"Before Hoffabach met you, he had a very close friend who was the daughter of Drases. I think you should know that, right?"

Nico Flamel's expression changed, but he still said: "Who Hoffa Bach likes has nothing to do with me, whether it's a cat or a woman, as long as he can fulfill my wish, even if he likes mice, it has nothing to do with me.

.”

"For someone like him who puts his emotions first, forgetting is not easy. I'll bet you 10,000 gold galleons that his desire to resurrect that person is definitely higher than your desire to resurrect your granddaughter."

"It has nothing to do with me, I only care about the results."

Nico Flamel said coldly.

"What if he comes to stop you?"

Tom Riddle continued to ask.

"Naniji just told me a very interesting piece of information, saying that Hoffa Bach, who had been away from here for half a year, is back."

"What? Are you kidding me?" Nico Flamel was stunned: "What are you doing here? We obviously haven't prepared anything."

"Maybe he thinks it's not worth using the resurrection of a dark wizard to exchange for his own happiness? Who knows, big love, small love, moral standards and so on."

"impossible."

Nico Flamel flatly denied it, but his expression was a little flustered.

"Not only did he come back, he also brought a group of people from the Ministry of Magic with him. I think you also know that person from the Ministry of Magic. He is known as the most selfless director of the Department of International Affairs in history, Old Barty Crouch."

"ah?"

Nicoléme stared blankly at the back of the chair and said nothing for a long time.

I heard a cold and ruthless voice from behind the chair: "He has never been a rationally driven guy. He doesn't care about interests or glory. But instead, he has unusually strong emotions, which leads him to often do things like this."

Some things that are out of the ordinary, some things that seem stupid to ordinary people, but he takes for granted.

I don't know what that guy Hoffa is doing. Whether he has a conscience or suddenly loses his mind, I can't control it. I only know that if people from the Ministry of Magic know my plan, you will never get a complete resurrection spell.

.It’s up to you what to do.”

.....

.....

"When are you going to take me to?"

Old Batty asked impatiently on the frost-covered hillside.

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

Hoffa said perfunctorily as he looked into the distance, where the sun was about to set, dark blue enveloped the earth, mist filled the pale mountains, and the treetops were trembling slightly with frosted pine needles.

At this moment, several hours have passed since the three of them arrived at Little Hangleton. During these hours, Hoffa has been taking old Barty in circles in the mountain stream, trying his best to delay the time until night. He knows that as long as night falls,

, he is safe.
To be continued...