[hp] When the devil meets a hooligan

Don't want to answer this question.So he made Kyle stand back, pointing his wand at his biological father's forehead. "Relax, I won't do anything to you, after all you are my - 'father'."

After extracting all the memories about Merope and putting them in the bottle, Tom put away the crystal bottle, and decisively deleted all the memories of the Riddles.Afterwards, Tom also received a vial of Big Tom Riddle's blood.During the whole process, Kyle remained silent, silently watching Tom finish all the finishing work, only helping to knock out big Tom Riddle when he was bleeding at the end.

"Just leave like this?"

Until finally, when Tom took Kyle out of the Riddle Mansion and inhaled the cold night air into his lungs, Kyle finally couldn't help asking, "What did you just do?"

"Some tricks of memory," said Tom absently, looking at the dim lights of Little Hangleton.

Wizard stuff, Kyle thought.But Tom actually planned to leave like this, which was really beyond Kyle's expectations—he thought that his dragon brain would at least ask for some alimony from those relatives who seemed to be living well, after all, Tom helped the Shadow Brigade plan When collecting protection fees, it is called cruelty.

"For them, the only thing I'm interested in is the pendant," Tom could read Kyle's expression with just one glance, "What I'm really after is not wealth, that kind of thing comes too easily." Maybe the bottle of blood can give him some answers.

"Then what are you really after?" Kyle asked curiously.

"Mighty strength, immortal soul," Tom whispered.

Kyle understands the pursuit of powerful power, but an immortal soul?That kind of stuff only exists in stories.

Tom knew that Kyle would not understand, so he ignored Kyle's tangled expression and continued to walk out of the town.This family-finding trip, while disappointing, was not without its benefits.A special ring, a vial of blood from a loved one, and a memory of the Slytherin pendant.There is still a mystery - why did Merope Gaunt die so quietly, completely losing the dignity of being a wizard?

Tom had to take this question seriously, and he couldn't accept any unresolvable shadows on his pursuit of immortality.

Tom, who was still thinking about the problem, suddenly felt his shoulders sink. He was a little annoyed because his thoughts were interrupted, and before he had time to attack, he heard Kyle whispering excitedly in his ear, "Hey, isn't there a tavern over there? ? After driving for so many days, it's time to relax, how about it?"

Looking at the low building where the dancing girl's shrill laughter and the clash of tables and chairs could be faintly heard, Tom frowned severely.

"Come on, relax," Kyle didn't give Tom a chance to say no, but abducted him to the best (and only) bar in Little Hangleton, "How long have we not had a drink together?" Is it? How come it’s been half a year!"

"Kyle, listen to me." Tom said impatiently, trying to maintain his balance, "I'm tired, Kyle, I'm going back to the hotel to rest."

Kyle stopped and dragged Tom in front of him. He firmly imprisoned the black-haired boy in front of him, showing with his actions that he would not listen to Tom's opinion.

"Let's go, go play," Kyle's rogue-like tone was irresistible, "You just met your father today, and you have enough reasons to get yourself drunk."

Kyle really didn't like Tom's expression of indifference to everything just now. At that moment, he had a strong feeling that he was about to lose his dragon brain forever.But what can he do?

To break a bird's wings?

Tom immediately understood Kyle's seriousness. He didn't like being controlled by others, but he had never really won against Kyle since he was a child.The dark-haired boy sighed, "You know how much I hate these Muggle bumpkins."

"Come on," Kyle laughed and patted Tom on the shoulder, "I'm a Muggle bumpkin too!"

The author has something to say: bar!bar!bar!

I feel like Big Tom Riddle is pretty unlucky, he's just a normal guy.

And when Voldemort killed his father's family, it was probably because Voldemort, who had a high self-esteem, couldn't tolerate his biological father being such an ordinary Muggle. In addition, the Riddles must have had a bad attitude towards Voldemort, which hurt Voldemort's heart...

Did Voldemort pursue immortality because he thought no one would miss him once he was dead? (Impossible to be so small and fresh!

In short, Tom who owns the brigade and Kyle should not be so extreme (probably from "Muggles are all idiots" to "Muggles and wizards are all idiots")

I feel that the second degree has intensified (huh

Forgive me for being so talkative today (kneeling

borrowing something for the first time

"Cockney?" The plump woman with rosy cheeks showed Kyle her amazing breast volume intentionally or unintentionally, "I bet old Vincent you won't be able to drink anymore."

"You should keep your money, little girl," Kyle grinned, picking up the poor-quality beer of chaotic color, and downed it all amid booing and cheering. !"

Tom leaned against the bar and watched Kyle bully the villagers with his monster drinking capacity, with a headache and helplessness.Compared with the liveliness on Kyle's side, Tom's side was deserted. Even the drunken alcoholic subconsciously avoided the black-haired boy who was standing quietly.

But obviously Kyle would not let Tom go, "Give me another half dozen drinks!" He gestured to the bartender where Tom was, "Hey Tom, I remember you have a good drinker."

As Kyle called Tom's name, everyone in the bar was in a trance for a moment, and the women with slightly disheveled hair only felt their eyes light up, and then they noticed the unhappy boy standing in the corner.

Of course, in a dark and noisy environment like a bar, everyone assumed this apparent neglect was a problem with the alcohol.

"Come on handsome guy," everyone coaxed, looking at Tom's exquisite clothes, "don't embarrass your friend!"

"..." Tom found his fussy taste at Hogwarts a joke whenever he walked with Kyle.In the whole Slytherin, who could have imagined that their chairman would stand calmly in such a dirty pub, surrounded by villagers exuding weird smells, and ready to drink bad beer with unknown ingredients?

Kyle pushed the dancer aside, and walked to Tom with two huge wine glasses with greasy bottoms. "Cheers," he said, thrusting one of the glasses into Tom's hand, and knocking the bottom of the glass with a crisp sound. "Cheers to life!"

Tom, who was going to take a sip before leaving, found that the dirty liquid was unexpectedly delicious.Completely different from the fine wines stored in the Malfoy Manor, the beer here is very bitter. The strong bitterness hits the taste buds and makes the pores dilate for a moment—and then an indescribable coolness rises from the bottom of the esophagus.

Looking at Tom's distorted expression, Kyle laughed.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" The mischievous teenager showed his clean bottom to the people around him, "The best beer! Tom, drink it up, don't make me look down on you!"

Tom raised his eyebrows, raised his head and poured all the content in the cup, which won cheers from the crowd.A trace of rosiness quietly floated on his pale face, and those deep eyes lit up.

"One more, one more," whistled the inarticulate brunette, "I can't believe Cockneys are so capable!"

Kyle snatched two glasses from the bartender again, and the frothy drink spilled on his hands and clothes. He didn't care, "The second glass!"

Tom took the wine glass that seemed big enough to hold a baby, "Enough Kyle, we should—"

"The second cup, for you and me!"

Kyle held the glass and looked at Tom with a smirk. The latter reluctantly raised the glass to touch him, and then drank the contents of the glass in one gulp.

Damn, he must be drunk.Tom shook his head helplessly, but he didn't realize that the corners of his mouth were rising.But Kyle noticed this with some hazy eyes, so he raised an extremely bright smile, like a golden retriever waiting for praise.

Tom stepped forward, pressed Kyle's head and kissed him on the lips.It was a pair of warm lips mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, just like Kyle's whole body, which seemed to be condensed by a ball of fire.Tom still didn't like to close his eyes during the kiss, he could see the fire reflected in Kyle's eyes, he could see the little surprise in it.

The noisy crowd fell silent for a second, but before anyone could react, Tom lazily froze the space apart from them.

Kyle also seemed to be frozen, but in the next second, his nerves paralyzed by alcohol gave a precise response.Throwing the cup in his hand casually, Kyle stretched his arms and firmly held the boy in front of him in his arms.At this moment, the magic, power and other things that bothered him seemed to have disappeared. He just greedily asked for it and possessed it domineeringly, pressing his fingers tightly on the boy's sturdy body.

When both of them became short of breath, Tom paused the kiss, "—so fast?" He showed a mischievous smile.

Kyle was as rogue and calm as ever, "Where's your magic?" He said expectantly, "That's called Apparition—or it can be here too, hey, magic is really a good thing."

Kyle praised sincerely.

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