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The huge oak door opened slowly, and the moment they officially stepped into Hogwarts Castle, Tom looked around indiscriminately, only to find that they had just entered the hall.He raised his head, and the ceiling was so high that it was almost invisible. With just one glance, he could see that the castle was dark and deep.He sighed softly, and couldn't tell whether it was admiration or fear for a moment, and the suppressed expectation in his heart burned like a spark like a spark.

That person is here too.

Professor Dumbledore who was waiting in the foyer rambled on something, and Tom was not in the mood to listen stupidly like those little wizards crowded around him.Although Professor Dumbledore's attire can be called a textbook-like model, it has the wizard style described in the book.But if a wizard should be so ostentatious, he would rather be a powerful wizard who is not like a wizard.Thinking of this, Tom put on a decent smile and watched Professor Dumbledore turn and leave the room.

"I heard that they will be sorted according to the test results, but what is the test?" A chubby little wizard beside him asked a well-dressed little witch.

The little witch shook her head and remained silent.

Tom looked from behind and found that the little girl's neck was red, and she was terribly nervous because she didn't know anything about the sorting affairs.

Is this a wizarding tradition?That guy also kept secret before the two of them left for the train station: "Dear junior, you are not afraid, are you? Don't worry, your identity as a snake whisperer will do you a big favor, or it may involve you A big mess."

Tom slandered: I think that guy sneered at his snake language talent before he came to school, saying, "Who can understand what animals say?" Do you want to be king or hegemony? Everyone speaks on their own merits."After returning from the first vacation, I didn't say that again, and today I suddenly said something like this...

Tom, who was caught in his own thoughts, was startled back to his senses by a scream, and when he looked up, he was greeted by a cold silver-gray shadow.He quickly avoided: "That is..."

"It's a ghost!" In the chaos, someone screamed.

A fat ghost dressed as a monk floated leisurely above him, nodding friendly to them.

Suddenly a short man popped out of the corner, his speed was so fast that Tom only caught a glimpse of him wearing colorful clothes, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Suddenly there was a titter in his ear, and before he could turn his head, the carpet under his feet slipped, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

It's that fancy guy!

Tom straightened up, feeling overwhelmed with shame and indignation: there was one more person who could make him so embarrassed!

But when he saw all the little wizards lying or lying down at his feet, he raised his eyebrows, and his mood improved a lot, and he even felt a little grateful for the pranks that guy usually only aimed at him.If it weren't for that guy's "teaching" and "persuading and persuading", he might have become a member of this floor.

The moment Professor Dumbledore opened the door, the ghost and the dwarf "turkey" disappeared through the wall one after another, leaving only a group of little wizards arranging their robes in embarrassment.

Professor Dumbledore smiled and praised everyone for being lively and cheerful. Tom responded with a slightly shy smile, spitting inwardly.

They walked through the foyer and entered a magnificent dining room in single file.There were already many people sitting around the four long tables, tens of thousands of candles were floating in the air, but the little wizard standing in front of Tom suddenly stopped still, and reached out to touch the candles foolishly, and at the end he didn't forget to turn around and show off with a smile. His "feat"... Tom suddenly lost interest, he didn't bother to look up like the idiot before him to see for himself the star dome mentioned in the guy's letter back then.He thought, he must have seen the most beautiful starry sky, on the reef by the sea.

Tom saw the fellow at the back of the long table—Ulysses.An orphan like him, born as extraordinary as him, but unfortunately without a surname.He is treacherous and shameless, but as a wizard, he shows off his appearance, pretends to be cute in front of the dean's damn old woman Cole, but secretly has another face, always bullying him because he is taller than him, and ordering him to do this and that!He just hanged a ridiculous rabbit, how dare he humiliate him like that!

Thinking of this, Tom glared viciously, and Ulysses seemed to have noticed something, and looked over, squinting his blue eyes and trembling with laughter.

"New robe..." Tom muttered when he heard the exclamations and whispers coming from around him, and couldn't help but take another look, and found that Ulysses was still wearing shiny collar pin cuff buttons!

damn it!

Tom turned his head and gave Ulysses the back of his head: "Damn guy."

In this way, Tom Riddle successfully passed the baptism of the magic sound of the sorting hat in the battle with a smile, and officially entered the sorting session.

Hearing Professor Dumbledore pronounce his name, Tom frowned slightly, and Ulysses also put away his smile.Abraxas Malfoy, who was sitting at the head of the long table, raised his eyebrows and looked over.Adhering to the concept of "the chief does what he does for a reason", the little snakes on the Slytherin table all set their sights on the Sorting Hat.

The corners of Tom's eyes twitched as he watched inexplicably, the dirty hat had already blocked his sight.

"It's been too long since I saw you."

He heard a tiny voice, as novel as hearing the little snake in the orphanage yard for the first time, but his self-esteem did not allow him to do stupid things, such as making a noise nervously, eagerly looking for the source of the voice, He just waited quietly.

"Little guy, don't be afraid, you can ask me if you don't understand."

Tom heard a little smile from that voice, the tone was somewhat similar to that of Professor Dumbledore, but...

"Oh, what a cautious little guy, yes, as you wish."

Tom's heart was shocked: Mind reading?So powerful magic gave a hat?

Before he could slander, the Sorting Hat screamed, "Slytherin!"

Tom carefully and quickly took off the Sorting Hat and put it back in place, only to find that there was no sound anywhere.

Damn, forgot what the symbol of Slytherin House is!

In fact, he didn't listen at all.

Suddenly, in the silence, someone applauded.

Whichever table the applauding person is at, it means that the table belongs to Slytherin!

But there are so many people, where is this person?

It's Ulysses!

Only Ulysses applauds!

Although he didn't understand the reason for the eerie silence, it was awkward standing in front of the Sorting Hat. Tom got up and wanted to go there. Suddenly, there was a voice in the crowd, and another person was applauding.Tom heard the sound and saw that he was a handsome young man with platinum and half-long hair.Almost immediately, everyone around the long table applauded.Tom looked back at Ulysses, but saw Ulysses turned pale and smiled at him.Tom stepped forward and sat down beside Ulysses.

"If I'm right," Tom shot Ulysses a look that was not really friendly.Unmoved, Ulysses continued, "You're in big trouble."

After that, Ulysses never spoke a word to him throughout the dinner.

Looking at the emblem of Slytherin House, Tom slipped back Nagini, who was about to come out of his sleeve for a stroll after being full of sleep.

After eating and drinking, listening to the principal's speech and singing the magical school song, he went down to the common room in the cellar under the leadership of the prefect, and his study life at Hogwarts began.

For 11 years, Tom can finally sit in a bright and spacious classroom and study like a young master in the city. There is also a library to use, and there are so many wonderful magics, even the entire Hogwarts castle is full of The mysteries and secret passages waiting for him to discover... These more or less dilute his depression of being rejected by his classmates and roommates.

"Good morning, Tom." It was the sickening voice again.

Tom turned around and imitated the other party's tone and responded: "Good morning, Senior Ulysses." Nagini in his sleeve was spitting at Ulysses cheerfully in a place where only the two of them could see .

Ulysses dragged Tom quickly into an empty classroom as if no one was there: "I heard that you were ambushed last night, did you go to the doctor..."

Seeing that there was no one around, Tom didn't bother to look at the slack face, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

"You look bad."

"It's really as good as the seniors."

"You blame me for not letting you scare your classmates with Parseltongue?"

Tom blushed, and retorted: "Senior, you are so powerful, doesn't everyone have to listen to you?"

Ulysses was not annoyed either, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Still looking for your father's information?"

"I want you to manage."

"You have chosen the wrong book. There are no nobles in the wizarding world. Those titles are given by the royal family and religion in the Muggle world. The history of magic class has been talking about the war between the Middle Ages and Muggles. Even the founder of the academy, Salazar S. Your Excellency Leitlin is only a descendant of a powerful family."

"What about you? Great senior Ulysses, what about you? Because you have silver hair and are considered to be pure-blood wizards with the blood of magical creatures, don't you want to know the name of your first relative?"

"not the right time yet."

Tom stared at Ulysses' blue eyes, and seemed to see a strange light flashing in them.

"I'm an orphan too, and I'm the same Tom as you. But I figured out that the glory of our kin doesn't belong to us, and no matter what they're doing, for whatever reason, they've abandoned us. Because we're too weak, Only when we become stronger can we stand in front of them again and let them refuse."

Tom never thought that Ulysses, who would become sulky in front of him, would actually think this way. Every word and every word he said made him unable to refuse to refute.That's right, as long as I am strong enough, my father will definitely come to pick me up!The most urgent task is to use one's own power to change the current passive situation and let one's campus life be in one's own hands.Tom blushed, looked up, and saw Ulysses grinning again—it was another sneaky snicker!

Tom felt the familiar frustration: Again!She was tricked by him again!The future second-generation Dark Lord lowered his voice, and scolded in English mixed with snake language: "Don't speak as if you understand everything! Not only are you an orphan, you don't even know your last name! You bastard!" He went out, leaving only Ulysses standing where he was, watching his back for a long time.

Then, Tom, a good student who has always been disciplined, was late for the transformation class, and Slytherin deducted 5 points.

Afterwards, perhaps because of the bully Ulysses's "different perspective", Tom Riddle, a second-hand poor settler, was "accepted" by the chief officer and rich second-generation Abraxas Malfoy.

Tom muttered to himself with a modest and decent smile: Fuck him, there are no nobles, it seems to be very equal!How could such a highly hierarchical academy system be created overnight, you bastard Ulysses!He...how did he get to where he is today?

Ulysses has no surname and is an orphan. He relies on working during the summer vacation to support himself, and he has to bring money and food to the big family in the orphanage... There are also a lot of expenses. How did he win over these eyes? The young master and young lady of the big family above the top?

Tom looked at Ulysses's brand new dragon leather boots, and added in his mind: And what did you buy those new shoes for!

Ulysses stepped forward as if no one was there, patted Tom on the shoulder with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Of course it was bought for Galleons."

Tom gave him a blank look in a blind spot where no one else could see: Mind reading?

Ulysses squinted his eyes and smiled happily: "In the magic world, there is a kind of magic called Remembrance. But..."

Tom raised his eyebrows: "However, if I remember correctly, no one will teach you this at Hogwarts."

"So..." Ulysses quickly ruffled Tom's hair, "Your thoughts are written all over your face, so you don't need me to cast a spell." Then he ran away.

Tom was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't go forward to chase after him. He only glanced at Ulysses' back, then lowered his eyes. He clenched his fists and finally controlled his bad temper.

Facing Malfoy's smile with flashing special effects, Tom returned a friendly but reserved smile, and the two sides reached a broad consensus on promoting the harmonious development of the relationship between classmates.The sky talked nonsense for a while, and they all expressed that they should arrange their campus time reasonably and seize all available small time to enrich themselves, thus successfully ending the "interview".

After that, Tom's life became much smoother, but the little wizards in the same grade as Slytherin would always avoid him, and Tom was so happy. The life in the orphanage taught him a lot and made him see a lot. It's better to be afraid than to be bullied.Without noisy little wizards hanging around him, he can spend more time in the library, studying the magic that interests him.What's more, there is also the big devil Ulysses harassing from time to time, he will never be bored.

On Halloween, they carefully prepared surprises for each other.

Tom sneaked to Ulysses - even borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from the young Potter at the cost of an adventure in the Forbidden Forest - dropped a fresh hog from the big pot of hot soup carried from the kitchen to the Room of Requirement brain.Ulysses heated the cauldron for a long time with the black magic he learned from nowhere, took out the pig's brain and put it on the plate in front of Tom. delicious sauce.

Tom looked down at the horrible-looking pig's brain on the plate, and looked up at the smiling face of Ulysses that made him want to press it into the pot.

Ulysses ruffled Tom's hair: "I didn't expect you to like pig's brains boiled in borscht."

"Sooner or later he must die at my hands!" -Excerpt from Tom Riddle's diary.

At Christmas, they applied for school retention together, force-fed each other's most hated pumpkin juice together, and watched Professor Dumbledore's weird new hat and fancy new robe together.

Tom gave Ulysses a hat of the same style as Professor Dumbledore.

Ulysses, on the other hand, didn't spend a single nut, put together all the years' study notes in a newly acquired hat, and gave it to Tom as a gift, almost exhausting the school's public owl.It is worth mentioning that the owl flew over the Slytherin table at a super low altitude, and plunged into the onion soup in front of Tom.

For the second half of the school year, Tom could barely pass Ulysses at the door of the Requirement Room, or watch him from a distance as he paced up and down the precinct.Tom knew that the NEWT exam was very important, and it was an exam that every wizard who was about to graduate had to take.

Ulysses was six years older than Tom, and he was about to graduate and leave Hogwarts.

Perhaps, he can choose to stay in school with his excellent grades?

But the bastard Ulysses told him: "I plan to go around the world and meet wizards from other countries. I heard that Durmstrang is particularly respectful of black magic. Maybe I can go to Germany to try my luck."

On the train back, Tom sat in a small box with a senior from Raventraw. No matter who Ulysses sent him a letter, Tom ignored it.Finally on the platform, Tom couldn't hide.God knows how Ulysses quickly rejected those classmates who invited him to their house, and stood in front of the car door, waiting for Tom to jump out with the box.

"Save the pin I gave you last time."

Tom clenched his fist and waved it towards the handsome face after a while.

Ulysses pinched Tom's wrist and pulled it to the side, and said in a deep voice, "I'm still a child." Seeing Tom staring at him fiercely, he was not annoyed, and leaned closer to Tom's ear and said with a sigh, " The little thing I made myself, it’s not bad for you if you keep it, it’s a pity to lose it. However, if you must lose it..."

Tom struggled to break free, rubbed his wrist and glanced at him: "So what if you lose it?"

Ulysses stretched out his hand and pinched Tom by the neck to push him against the pillar, and said with a sneer, "Then I'll kill you." Then he let go of his hand like an electric shock, and let Tom fall to the ground with his head on the ground. Leave without looking back.

Tom covered his neck and coughed a few times, struggling to raise his head, but saw Ulysses standing among a group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly, smiling gently and harmlessly at the group of strangers.

Those people are not Hogwarts students, let alone professors!

Tom carried the box, turned around and fled.

For a period of time after that, they did not meet each other, or even exchanged letters.Only the meddlesome dean would stuff his excellent report card into the owl's mailbox, and let it fly to an unknown corner, or maybe very close.

Until one day, Tom saw Ulysses, a world-class wanted man, again on the TV at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Another good boy who was tricked by the German Dark Lord." - Tom, owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

Everyone is deceived by Ulysses' youthful good looks and the kindness he's shown over the years.

Tom shared genuine regret with everyone, telling himself, "He's a complete jerk!" The delicately crafted brooch pricked his hand.

The next day, Tom opened his eyes and saw a strange owl standing in front of the window.But when the owl ate the frog it had just caught three times, five times and two times, and slowly pecked at its wings, it stretched out its foot and signaled him to take down the parchment in the small letter box.

The parchment is only the size of a palm, and there is no signature on it, only a single sentence: "You still understand me." The font is still printed.

As a wizard, you actually use Muggle shit!

Tom knew it was him.He was around, and even just yesterday he was watching himself in the Leaky Cauldron!

"Damn it!" cried Tom in a low voice, "get out!"

No one answered him.The owl tilted its head to look at him, flapped its wings and flew away, leaving Tom with a round buttocks that could barely be regarded as a watchful back.

Tom withdrew his gaze: "Alright." He closed the window.

In just half a year, this wanted criminal on the run turned into a staunch member of the Saints and an officer of the German Third Reich.Since then, there have been fewer domestic reports on him. Even if there were, Tom could only see him beside the white-haired Dark Lord.

It seems to have grown taller again, thin and sharp, with exactly the same eyes as Grindelwald.If it weren't for knowing that Grindelwald had blond hair instead of silver hair when he was young, Tom would have shed tears of excitement for the father and son who had been reunited for a long time.

In the years that followed, listening to the memories of Ulysses in the words of the professors, Tom sketched out a vague goal in his mind.Since Grindelwald can accept an unknown orphan, as the only heir of the Slytherin family, there is no reason for him to be rejected!not to mention……

Tom turned the ring on his hand: I will do better, stronger than everyone.I will not become someone else's subordinate, I will stand in a higher position than him, reach out to him, and I will not allow him to refuse.

Tom frowned slightly: Just like what he did to me back then.

Finally, he ushered in his last year at Hogwarts.

While sitting at the long table waiting for the new students to be sorted, his eyes glanced at the soaked freshmen, and then at the purple electric blue light above the dining room, his thoughts suddenly drifted away for no reason.When he came back to his senses, Tom put the collection in his pocket with a serious face, stroked a piece of parchment he had just received, and glanced at the position of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it turned out to be empty.Tom chuckled: "It seems that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has a little hobby of being late."

Feeling Professor Dumbledore's scrutiny, Tom returned a decent and distant smile, but saw surprise in the other's blue eyes.

Something pierces the air and roars!

Tom took out his wand, but he knew he was too late: Damn it!

Nothing happened?

Tom was furious for a moment: How dare you tease me!

But in front of so many people, his eyes flashed: "Disarm you!" A familiar wand fell into his palm, "You!"

The owner of the wand clapped his hands lightly, and said with a smile, "As expected of a student of Slytherin House." A white light flashed, and a huge thunder rumbled, and the face of the comer was illuminated by the electric light.

Everyone present was shocked, and the students who were closer to the door even rushed to the end of the long table.

Tom was stunned: "Ulysses, you..." What are you, the number one executioner of the Dark Lord, coming back on this stormy wave!

Ulysses sneered, took a few steps forward, and without even looking at him, he opened his hands to Dumbledore: "Look, my old friend, it turns out that you are still huddled here, don't you look pitiful in the gutter?" mouse?"

Although the British magic world has not been affected much, many students have escaped from the European magic world with their families. They recognize this evil ghost with an angel face!There were screams one after another, and someone shouted: "He has no wand, Professor Dumbledore, drive him away!"

Yes, even with Ulysses lost his wand, they still dare not hope that anyone can kill him.

Tom stepped forward quickly, and Ulysses' wand magic was at his feet.The little wizards who were blocked behind him cast grateful glances at his tall and thin back.But Tom didn't care about that at the moment: there must be something wrong, something wrong!

Ulysses looked straight at Professor Dumbledore: "Thank you, Principal Armando Dippet, for your invitation. Under Ulysses, I am here to take up the post of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Principal Dippet, whose name was mentioned, shook his fingers.

Professor Dumbledore drew out his wand: "Stand back, Ulysses!"

Ulysses let out a high-pitched and sharp laugh, his whole body was shrouded in a black mist like quicksand and thick smoke, and his blue eyes were covered with a terrible gray.

The change sparked a new round of piercing screams: "He's the Obscure!" "How could that be!" "The Dark Lord's weapons of war have struck Hogwarts!"

The black mist roared and rushed straight to Professor Dumbledore.Almost everyone was running away, but Professor Dumbledore remained motionless, his gaze threatening.Tom also stood there motionless, watching from a distance, unable to move.

The black mist suddenly dissipated, and the figure of Ulysses appeared in front of everyone again.He seemed to have said something to Professor Dumbledore that no one could hear.

Tom looked at the pale side face and pushed away the classmate who was in front of him, and ran there. He didn't want any explanation, he didn't even know why he was in such a hurry all of a sudden, there was a voice urging him, hurry up, go again faster!Suddenly, he heard the sound of gems breaking, and the brooch on his chest turned into dust without warning, fell into his palm, and slipped away through his fingers.

Tom looked up, he saw Professor Dumbledore holding Ulysses' shoulders, he saw fine sand-like ashes floating from Ulysses, he saw Ulysses closed his eyes...

Dumbledore supported Ulysses, but Ulysses' body was already too fragile, and before he could even cast a spell to save him, he was already broken into pieces in his arms, leaving nothing behind.Dumbledore stood up, and his colleagues around him were busy appeasing the students. Only he stood motionless like a statue, stared at Tom who was also motionless for a moment, and lowered his eyes.

Feeling Professor Dumbledore's eyes glance over the parchment and wand in his hand, Tom stuffed them into his arms, lest someone would think that it belonged to the German executioner and snatch it away, but no one would remember.In the noise, he only heard a sigh from Professor Dumbledore.

"I know," Tom said softly, looking at Dumbledore.He knew the white wizard could hear, "He should have died a long time ago, but he still came all the way from Germany to Hogwarts. He believed you." After that, Tom turned around and took the little Slytherin house with him. The wizards went into the cellar.

Through the material, Tom felt the parchment and the wand.

"Hope you never have to use it.

—your faithful Ulysses”

The author has something to say: It’s been a while since I finished writing it, so I might as well post it together