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Tom Riddle was different from most of the kids in the orphanage.

This trait was exhibited in him at a very young age.

Mrs. Cole declared more than once: "That baby hardly ever cried, even when he was such a small baby."

There are both sides of him that are loved and hated.

He is handsome and studious, fierce and ruthless.

Tom may be the only one who pays attention to the literacy class that the orphanage teacher casually teaches the children.While the children were playing, he was reading.He had already read the books of the orphanage administrators when the children of his age in the orphanage were still educated at the level of knowing the alphabet.When other children would only spit at passers-by, he already knew how to pretend to be pitiful in front of the bookstore owner so that he could stay in the store and read for free.

Tom has no friends in the orphanage.

To be honest, most of the time he restrained the cold-blooded cruelty in his bones, and he looked like just a withdrawn boy.But he has a natural temperament that makes people avoid him.

The boy has no heart.

Mrs. Cole finally found a good description one day.

Such children also have friends.

The girl who lived near the orphanage often came to him to play.

Mrs. Cole knew that the children were jealous of Tom, because the girl would bring him so many novelty gadgets.As a result, they alienated Tom more and more, and they liked to bully the girl more and more, throwing stones at her and pulling her braids.

Mrs. Cole watched all this with cold eyes.

She has seen too many children.

Children are like little beasts.Their innocent kindness can melt everything, and their sheer malice can make a Virgin Mary terrified.

But the girl hadn't shown up for a few days.

Rumors of short legs spread fast.

On the first day, they said, the girl disappeared.

The next day, the girl's mother came to the orphanage to inquire. Mrs. Cole called all the children, and their answers were very consistent.

"do not know."

"did not see it."

Mrs. Cole's gaze rested on Tom Riddle standing at the end.

"Did you really not see her that day?" the girl's mother asked, grabbing his shoulder.

The boy looked up at his mother's emaciated face and shook his head indifferently.

On the third day, the police came and found her skirt in the bushes where the girl often played, with several shocking cuts on it.

They couldn't bear to imagine what the girl had gone through. This scene was enough to break the hearts of their parents.

Mr. Gray seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, with gray hair and wrinkles appearing overnight.Mrs. Gray showed rare composure at this time.

"Nora is alive," she said firmly. "She's fine, nothing happened."

Everyone didn't know if it was comfort, or if the woman couldn't bear the blow and had a mental problem.

The children in the orphanage were too frightened to play in the nearby bushes.Younger children thought there were man-eating beasts there, and they liked to strip people naked and eat them.The older ones already knew that the most terrifying beast in the world is not as terrible as a man.

Mrs. Cole still couldn't help but glance at the child who was sitting quietly under the tree and reading a book.

His daily life was as usual, and he didn't show the slightest sadness or worry about the girl.

Mrs. Cole confirmed her judgment of him even more.

A child without a heart.

"Tom!" Nora found him in the bookstore, "Why are you always reading?"

They sat in the darkest corner of the bookstore, and they could see pairs of shoes passing under the shelves without being noticed.

Tom looked up at Nora. The girl rested her chin, her hair disheveled, her brown eyes twinkling.He closed the book, and for the first time told people about his deep-seated ambition.

"Because I will gain knowledge," he said, pointing to the rows of passing shoes, "and then I will rule over them."

"Is there any good in ruling them?"

"Don't you want?" said Tom in a low voice, "and then you'll have everything you want. Everyone you hate will be punished, and everything you want will be yours."

The girl thought for a while and said, "Sounds boring."

He shouldn't have placed too much hope in her.Tom opened his book again.

"So what do you want, Tom?" the girl asked, "Snacks, toys, or books?"

The precocious boy scoffed at this childish question and didn't bother to answer it.

The girl was not intimidated by his indifference at all, she sat down next to him.The new dress was covered with dust from the wooden floor.While he was reading tomes full of letters, she was flipping through the illustrated fairy tales beside him.When I get bored, I climb up and down the big bookshelf, flipping through the books I like.

"Do you think there may be some magic book hidden here?" Nora asked him, "Maybe some witch hid it here, as long as you open it, you will enter the world in the book."

"Perhaps," Tom Riddle answered casually, turning another page.

Thunder and lightning, torrential rain.

Emilia Gray sat alone in the dark living room, counting the seconds of walking.The rain hit the window, crackling, but it couldn't cover the soft ticking sound.

At this moment the door was knocked.

She looked up, but didn't move.

Impatiently, the knocker called, "Is anyone there? Mr. Gray? Mrs. Gray?"

The sound is mixed with the rain.

Mrs Gray got up and opened the door.

Standing at the door was a drenched young girl, she twitched the corners of her mouth and forced a smile.

"Hey, mom."

They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and Mrs. Gray said, "Come in, Nora."

The wind and rain are blocked outside the door.

"Cover this." Mrs Gray handed her a blanket, and added more wood to the fireplace.

Nora sat wrapped in a blanket in front of the fireplace, sneezing.

"Let's have some hot tea..." Mrs. Gray murmured, not sure if she was talking to herself or asking Nora.Her trembling hands spilled tea all over the table.

Nora stood up and took the teapot.

"Let me do it."

Mrs. Gray suddenly covered her face and sobbed: "Nora, my Nora."

"I'm here, Mom." Nora hugged her.

After many years, she felt her mother's arms again.

Mrs. Gray raised her head, she had wiped away her tears, and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Seven years later."

"Oh, that's a very long journey." Mrs. Gray smiled, and she looked at Nora well, well, "You've grown up."

"I went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor house. The professors were very nice. I made many friends there, learned a lot of new things, and had a great time every day."

"That's good," said Mrs Gray. "I knew it, Hogwarts, I've always wanted to go there..."

"I never knew you were a witch, too."

"I almost forgot about it myself," said Mrs Gray. "I haven't used magic since I broke my wand when I was 13."

"My grandfather was Ulysses Freevy?"

"You already know about this..."

"I want to know your story."

"It's not a good story." Mrs. Grey smiled bitterly. "Ulysses Freevy, my father, a descendant of Slytherin, was a dark wizard. He has been exposed to black magic for many years and his temperament has become very cruel. .After I was born, he locked me in the basement and tried to instill all kinds of black magic in me... some very cruel..." She couldn't help shivering when she said this.

"However, I don't have much talent for magic, and I'm probably better than a Squib. He was very angry about it. And he became more and more crazy, cut off all ties with outsiders, and lived to become the greatest In a wizard's dream. For many years, I couldn't even see the sunlight. Until I was 13 years old..." She paused, looking up at Nora, "My mother let me out secretly, so that I would never Live like an ordinary person. But he found her when she opened the door..."

Nora remembered the version of the story she had heard.

The crazy dark wizard Freevi brutally murdered his wife and died of madness.Their bodies were not found until much later.

"I can't remember, who cast what spell... I can't even remember..." said Mrs. Gray, "Mum told me to run, so I ran out the door and kept running until I came across a Muggle town. I broke my wand, and have since dropped the Frivy name."

"Then I met your father." Mrs. Gray smiled. This smile made her seem ten years younger. "He never knew anything about magic and thought I was just an orphan. I dare not tell him... If What would he think if he knew I was a witch who had been deceiving him?"

Nora was silent for a while: "I should have thought of it...Hogwarts only sent a letter, but didn't send a teacher to explain it, because they knew that there was already a witch at home."

"I've been worried since you were born. But that worry came true—you're a witch. Fortunately, you didn't inherit Parseltongue."

"Are you a... Parseltongue?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Gray quietly. "I thought I was the last, but that kid in the orphanage..."

"Tom Riddle," said Nora, "does he know you're a Parseltongue too?"

"I have talked with him before." Mrs. Gray said lightly, "He is different from ordinary children..."

"Me too."

"Even among wizards, he was different. Very bright, gifted...and..."

"It's kind of nasty."

"Yes, nasty," said Mrs. Gray. "You and he..."

Nora lowered her eyes: "A lot of things happened...it can be said that nothing happened."

"I don't want you to get too close to him. This child is too dangerous. Sooner or later, he will hurt your feelings and even your life." The fire in the fireplace cast shadows of different shades on Mrs. Gray's face, "I warned him, Don't come near you."

"Hey, Mom, are you really telling this to a kid under ten?" Nora held the glass.

"He's not an ordinary boy," said Mrs. Gray, adding another handful of wood to the fire. "Tell me your story."

"Move, mother," said Nora. "Get out of London and find a little secluded place. Or go abroad, but not a European country. America is nice."

Mrs Gray turned to look at her.

"In a few years, London will be bombed. There's a war, much worse than the last one, with dead people everywhere, dead people—"

Mrs Gray took her hand.

"We're moving right away." She reached out to wipe the tears off the girl's face, "It must have been hard for you these years... Nora, my Nora..."

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