38 years of past events

The year I was born was the budding period of the British Revolution. The 1926 general strike had a great impact on the entire British peninsula. The economic depression of that year, a large number of hunger and unemployment emerged, and later became Mrs. Cole. Talking about the only cause of my mother's death.

However, at that time, no one would care about these.In an era when children gathered around a piece of dry bread brought by relief every day, they could not hold anything else in their hearts.

Later, when I was six years old, I could basically know about people and affairs. At that time, if I was not busy and could fill my stomach, I would start thinking about everything about myself, such as my dead mother, who had never been misunderstood. face father.I also tried to extract a few words from Mrs. Cole's mouth, but every time she was drunk with gin or squeezed a high-pitched voice to silence us, over time, I began to talk to her. bored.

Maybe because she sensed the change in me, Mrs. Cole attributed all this to psychological problems, so she began to think of ways to "throw" me out of this orphanage.

It was at the end of my sixth year, a couple with a Scottish accent came all the way. They were very satisfied with me and at the same time discussed the formalities with Mrs. Cole. However, on that afternoon, the man was bitten by a snake Taking a sip, he never returned on his way to the hospital.Mrs. Cole found me angrily, but I just smiled viciously at her.

As if I had discovered some new pleasure, frightening people, antagonizing her, and displeasing Mrs. Cole were the only things I could do to pass the time there.

In fact, when I was young, Mrs. Cole liked me very much, because she always liked those beautiful children. She knew that those children were often very valuable. Pork is the same thing. They all like unblemished items. Then, if they are lucky, Mrs. Cole can get a lot of subsidies from them.

But because of my eccentric character, I was still in the orphanage until I was eight or nine years old.This is really not a good thing for the old lady. She watched me grow up year by year, like watching a treasure lose its maximum value in decay, and she felt resentful and resentful towards me. At the same time there is nothing to do.

When I was 11 years old, a man appeared for the first time, a man who came to me.This revived Mrs. Cole's long-lost plans.

However, this man did not bring her hope in the end, on the contrary he brought me a new world.

After 11 years, I can finally escape from that dirty place, the dilapidated orphanage.

I looked at my hands full of strength, and for the first time, I found the most worthy answer for my 11-year stay in this orphanage.

From that moment on, I vowed to get ahead!

In fact, that year, I never thought about which college I would enter. I was not like those children from wizard families who knew the world clearly, and I was not like those rich pure-blood families who were determined to go where they wanted to go. , for me, the future is a fog but full of novelty.

But fate is so ingenious. Others have to make decisions for two or three minutes, and the Sorting Hat only paused for a second at my side and then shouted: "Slytherin!"

So many years later, I still remember the loud Slytherin sound, it represents all the glory and pride of my life!

Seven years, seven years at Hogwarts, I let Riddle, a surname from the Muggle world, become a legend in Slytherin. Whether it is praise in the open or punishment in the dark, I can let everything that is unscrupulous to me People pay the price.Sometimes I even wonder whether my superior talent and intelligence come from my having an excellent family.

However, whether it is a clever arrangement or a malicious curse, fate always tells you how cruel the world is in the most unprepared manner.

That summer, I returned to Gaunt's old house, and for the first time in my life, I stepped into the place where my talents and magic originated, but there was nothing there except a drunkard with a family.

My strong self-esteem was deeply insulted at that moment. Could such a poor, beggar-like place be the source of my talent?Is my Squib mother the creator of my magic?

I grabbed the collar of the drunkard on the ground, forgive me for being so hard to say the word uncle: "Tell me! Who is Riddle!"

He opened his eyes with a little drunkenness, as if he had seen something terrible, and suddenly he pushed me away and shouted: "You damn Muggle! Who allowed you to come here! Who allowed you to step into my room!" House! Get out, you filthy bastard!"

"Muggles?" I repeated the word over and over again, in a tone of disbelief even to myself.

And when Morfin's slurred mouth spit out the truth, I finally clenched the wand in my hand and made a decision that I will never regret in this life!

Riddle Manor is better than I imagined, it is the rich man's quarter on the luxury cruise ship on the other side of the Thames, it is the expensive silk that Dumbledore pinned on the velvet skirt, but no matter how luxurious and luxurious it is, It always reminds me of a cruel fact that I don't belong here!I can only be abandoned in that run-down orphanage for 11 years!

I strongly hate all of this, and I am even more jealous of all of this!

16 years of longing and fantasies are being mocked by reality at this moment. I raised my magic wand and killed the man who should be called my father without any hesitation. The man who brought tragedy to my life brought me A man of disgrace all his life.

Before leaving, I also burned down the garden of the manor, which was so beautiful that I should have admired it when I came in, and now I burn it all down.If there is anything in this world that does not belong to me, then I will destroy it!

My premature maturity was created by my father's tragedy. I never thought that I would get married or have a family in the future, because I have seen enough of those illusory feelings in old Tom Riddle.

However, many years later, in the cave where Aphra Thickness was killed, I still saw that child, with a pair of ignorant eyes and a stubborn expression, it seemed that I returned to the child in the orphanage for a moment. summer.

The wand in my hand was raised and lowered, and my calm and rational mind actually hesitated at that moment, watching that child, Tom Riddle, who once humiliated me, revived in my mind .In the end, I still couldn't make it.

I brought him back.Cleaning his memory with an oblivion spell, warning him of all the rules in a cold tone, I tried to cultivate him as a loyal servant.

However, on that sunny afternoon, when he ran out from under the tree of the manor with his face covered in mud, and told me that he had searched all over Godric's Hollow and finally found Dad's kite, I suddenly felt as if I had been hit by something. I froze for a second.

"Alecto said that as long as you write your wish on the kite, it will come true one day. I wrote that I want to be with my father forever." He happily waved the broken kite in his hand to me. The kite was found after traveling through a valley.

I controlled the fluctuations in my heart, and said coldly with no expression: "Remember that you are a wizard, use magic, and don't be like a stupid Muggle next time."

However, from that day on, I began to unconsciously pay attention to the child's every move, and I began to want to know his thoughts all the time. These silent changes even surprised me.

I was even thinking, if, hypothetically, I can really accept him a little bit, then I might be a great father, I want to rebuild the glory of the Salazar family, I want to make the wizarding world strong and eternal, I want to Let him be proud of me, those longings and hopes that were not realized when he was young, can realize all the dreams of a father in him.

I finally knew what I was going to do, and I even thought that I could treat him better in the future.However, just before I had time to give him all of this, the biggest mistake and failure of my life occurred.

That night, I was bounced by an ancient magic, I saw my body disappearing, my consciousness was blurring, everything was over for a moment, and finally, looking at the crying baby lying on the bed, I suddenly thought of him , what should he do if I die?

I didn't get an answer, because since that day I've completely disappeared, I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle.

I know that it is impossible for me to return to that body, he doesn't need me anymore, Voldemort doesn't need Tom Riddle anymore, I can only rely on the memory of the past to revive in the Horcrux, I do everything I think I should do Things, taking revenge on Harry, kidnapping Ginny, but what I didn't expect was that I would see him again—my son—after 12 years.

What I was looking forward to and imagining when he grew up that night has now become a reality.

However, whenever I look at his face that resembles mine, I feel a deep unspeakable disgust. That face always reminds me of my unbearable past, my poor background, and what old Riddle brought to me. Shame, I loathe him as much as I loathe myself, just as I would have done anything to split Tom Riddle off.

He has grown up, and he asked me about his mother's story with the youthful confusion that he should have at this age, just like the young me that summer, looking for my parents with the longing for the family.

However, I will not tell him all that, the truth about his mother's death, I don't want to let him become the me that I was back then, even though I know that one day he will grow up to fully understand the cruelty of this world, but Let that day come later if you can.At this age, he should get my pride and praise at that time, instead of bearing my pain and unwillingness at that time. May he grow up slowly in time, instead of learning from my premature youth.

I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, but I don't want my son to be the second Tom Marvolo Riddle. If he can, he should be the second Voldemort, with that kind of glory and pride. To directly become the king of the world, if possible, I would like to use all my magic and vision to help him overcome the vicissitudes and sorrows, and reach the victory on the other side.

Merlin's jokes, however, always seemed reluctant to spare the Gaunts.

The more I want him to be strong to the point of indifference, the more persistent he is to love, the more I want to cover up the truth, the more he has to dig.

He will never understand that the more desperately you pursue something, the more cruel it is to tear flesh and blood.

Given the choice, I would never have wanted to know the truth about my parents that summer.

At last he tasted the bitter fruit.The moment he killed Pierce, maybe he didn't even know it, he had completely given up on himself, just as Voldemort had given up on Tom Riddle.

We gave up our original selves, just to be more determined on the road of hatred.

He hid his six-year-old soul in this locket forever. The stubborn, ignorant child by the Black Lake came back. He cried and hugged me and told me about the pain and cruelty of this world. I can't do anything to comfort him, I can only tell him that this is the strength we all have to learn.

The days I've spent in the locket outlast any moment I've spent in life.Now, I have enough time to hold his hand and sit on the banks of the Thames and beat the water, enough time to take him to Godric's Hollow to fly the kite with the wish written on it, and there are endless dreams enough for me Come to weave for him the childhood that should belong to us but was lost prematurely.

Finally, I knew I was going to disappear, and now I'm finally back in that long-lost body.I am Voldemort, and I am Tom Riddle.

Everything I tried so hard to give him ended up being nothing in the end. Watching his chest gradually recover, I began to understand that the glory we were chasing all our lives was not worth what we expected that summer Looking forward to a hug from my father...

The author has something to say:

By the way, let me tell you, when Xiaolan split her soul into the locket, she actually split her 6-year-old self, because 6 years old is the most innocent and happy age for Xiaolan. Similarly, since Xiaolan killed Pierce In the end, splitting the 6-year-old self was actually splitting out the most kind and innocent side of myself, which is why there was such a dark and bloodthirsty little basket later.So, in the locket, one is the young dad, and the other is the 6-year-old little basket, who once hugged the young dad and cried about the deceit and sorrow of the world after killing Pierce.