[HP] Dark Godfather

The corner of Tom Riddle's mouth twitched as he looked at the neatly arranged hospital beds beyond the glass.

"This is the life force you provided me?" the "immature" Dark Lord snapped.

"Why, you are not satisfied?" Black raised his eyebrows.

"Look, how docile and peaceful the life force is, without the Imperius Curse, their life force is open, no matter how you absorb it, they will not resist, even if they over suck it and die, no one will find out!" Black proudly said.

"You're kidding, Blake, what are they all, a bunch of muggles, dying or vegetable. What about wizards? Can't you find a wizard? Pure-bloods are hard to find, what about half-bloods or mudbloods? You just So little ability?" Tom said angrily.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your taste is really picky, Tom!" Black shook his index finger and said disapprovingly, "So Lord Voldemort's followers are getting fewer and fewer, you are too wasteful, brat!"

Blake stepped back and sat casually on the edge of a table, stretched out his left index finger, and a green six-digit number appeared above the left index finger.

"Here, this is the number of wizards!" Black indicated.

Then he raised his right index finger again, and a red tens figure appeared above the right index finger, "And this is the number of Muggles!"

He pursed his lips, and then the numbers on the top of the two index fingers began to change. The green numbers on the left hand side were obviously slower than the red numbers on the right hand side by more than one beat, "And this is the birth of wizards and Muggles every second." And the number of deaths, do you see anything, Slytherin kid!"

Tom looked at the shining numbers seriously, and his tone softened slightly, "I understand what you mean, but the vitality of this group of Muggles can't provide me with magic power, do you want me to become a squib?"

"Don't worry, you have to buy tickets for the places I'll show you next. Come, Tom, sign this agreement!" Black suddenly took out a black scroll with ancient style.

"What is this?" Tom took the scroll with interest——[Only in the name of (please fill in your name) swear to keep everything I see secret, otherwise the soul will be enslaved by this agreement. 】

"A non-disclosure agreement, why is it so troublesome, find a wizard you trust, can't the triangular 'loyalty' spell work?" Tom curled his lips.

"No, this agreement is not only for humans or human souls, Tom, it has a very reliable third party guarantee." Black said with a smile.

"Magic creature contract?" Tom looked at the contract paper over and over, and said, "I saw the introduction of this kind of contract in the restricted section of Hogwarts, and I heard it was a devil's contract, but no one has seen it. "

When Tom was about to try the spell, Black finally couldn't stand it and said contemptuously, "Don't try it, the paper is made of human skin and fibers of magic plants, and the fonts are drawn by ancient magic patterns. People or creatures can see the words they know from it, intelligent creatures without words can hear the voices they understand, and this scroll is immune to any spells."

"The Black family's collection?" Tom couldn't put it down to look at it.

"If you sign it, it is yours, and you can research it however you want!" Black said impatiently.

"Okay! What kind of sign to use, a quill or a magic wand?" Tom said briskly.

"With soul, Tom!" Blake laughed. "Put your hand on the signature and say aloud 'In my name, Tom Riddle' agree to a non-disclosure agreement."

"Why not 'in the name of Voldemort'?" Tom said dissatisfied.

"Because your current soul state is not complete yet, when you become the real Voldemort, the agreement will show the name you want!" Black said meaningfully.

Tom looked at the scroll in his hand thoughtfully, and finally made up his mind.

"In my name, Tom Riddle, I agree to abide by the non-disclosure agreement." He finished aloud as he was told, only feeling a trembling from his soul, and then the black scroll in his hand gradually became transparent, seeping into the depths of his soul .

Young Voldemort felt as if a part of himself had left and something new had entered.

"What's that?" he asked confusedly.

"The sound of the gates of hell opening!" Blake looked at a black force marking Tom Riddle's soul, and replied with nostalgia.

×××××

Blake apparates into a spooky cave with a diary.

Tom Riddle immediately noticed the blood-red dead tree covered with black vines in the middle of the cave.

In the middle of the cave, the top leads directly to somewhere outside, a light silver light casts down from there, and some powdery colorful bright spots can be vaguely seen, and those bright spots fall on the blood-red dead wood branches and vines entwined on the branches.

The roots of the dead wood were firmly attached to the rocks at the bottom of the cave, looking like a struggling monster. Tom heard the clear sound of water dripping in the cave, but the cave was dry, and the air smelled of burning fire.

"What kind of magic plant is this?" Tom looked around the dead wood carefully.

"The tree of the undead and the devil's vine." Black approached the tree, looking at it affectionately.

Tom stared at the ugly dead tree, "I know the devil vine, something that can be destroyed by 'blazing fire', I don't think this one looks like it, and this tree seems to be dying..."

"No, you know those are just cubs or hybrids. This is a real devil vine, a purebred." Blake put his ears on the tree in fascination, "Shh...listen, what a beautiful sound."

Tom looked at Black with disgust, and finally managed to get close to the dead tree and put his ears on it.

"Ah!" Tom jumped away in surprise. He heard countless howls and screams from the tree. , you can't hear it at all.

Turning to look at Black, he was so intoxicated that he couldn't bear to move his ears away.

Blake listened for a long time before reluctantly moving away under Tom's strange scrutiny.

"This is another treasure of the Black family?" Tom said sarcastically, "I have to say that Black's aesthetic level needs to be improved."

"That's what you have never seen it look like in its glory," Black said nostalgic, "The tree of the dead and the devil vine are symbiotic magical creatures. Please note that they are creatures. It is said that they can cover the center of the earth at the ultimate level. The whole planet becomes the heart of a demon."

"It's said? So you haven't seen a super body yet?"

"I'm eager to see it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to see it in this life." Black slowly stroked the devil vine, and the plant actually let out a sigh in response.

"It's conscious?" Tom stepped back warily.

"They are all conscious. The elementary tree of the undead can convert the undead into magic power, and the devil vine can capture the souls of creatures it needs. Together, they can build a basic magic net; the tree of the undead can communicate with different spaces after being upgraded. Devil vines can capture alien space creatures, which can be used as fertilizer or enslave those creatures; I just introduced the ultimate ones."

"I haven't seen this monster in any book." Tom frowned.

"No, you have seen that the Whomping Willow is a variant of the tree of the dead, and the devil vine in the ordinary sense is a hybrid of the purebred devil vine. However, the purebred tree of the dead and the devil vine, you are indeed the first time See, because they shouldn't exist in this world."

"Then how did the Black family get them?" Tom asked with interest.

"It's not the Black family, it's me, old Black who summoned them." Black folded his arms and leaned against the tree behind him. The devil vine set up a chair for him, allowing Black to sit firmly on it.

"Summoning, very interesting word, if I remember correctly, summoner is a profession in Merlin's era, a powerful noble wizard, which became extinct after the Middle Ages, because of the war of magical creatures, which led to the retreat of wizards and the Dark Council, Two-thirds of the people in Europe died, and Muggles thought it was the impact of the Black Death... Humph, that was an era when the wizarding world turned from prosperity to decline."

Tom put his hands behind his back and looked at Black carefully, "So, your bloodline has awakened. I didn't know that the Black family has the bloodline of summoners, otherwise I would treat your family more cautiously." Tom nodded slightly to show respect.

"Summoning is an ability rather than a profession..." Black said lightly, "The bloodlines capable of summoning demonic creatures are very rare, and it happens that Black is one of them. The Muggle Holy See calls us heretics, children of demons, and representatives of Satan. Obviously, history Some truths have been preserved. For wizards, names are magical, and I think you understand this, Black is darkness, and I, as the existing Black patriarch, is the spokesperson of darkness."

At the moment when Black's words ended, Tom felt that the person in front of him seemed to be one with the monster behind him, and a terrifying power filled the entire space.

"So, signing a contract with me is giving your soul to the devil."

"I thought it was just a non-disclosure agreement." Tom glared at Black.

"That's the basic contract, Tom. It allows you to see the tree of the dead and the devil's vine, showing the power of the devil."

"But I only saw the dying demon." Tom said sarcastically.

"That's because you haven't signed a real devil's contract with me, boy, so you can't perceive or borrow the power of darkness." Black proudly stretched out his hand, and the dark light cluster with red lightning swirled in his hand, Tom could feel The pure magic power in it.

"A real devil's contract? Is the price the soul?" Tom said seriously.

"As an incomplete soul piece, you cannot sign this contract. If it is Voldemort's main soul, there is still hope!" Black shrugged.

"If the contract cannot be signed, what do you mean by letting me know so much?" Tom looked at Black suspiciously.

"As a soul piece, you can sign a loan agreement with me. Note that the agreement is not a contract. Through this agreement, you can borrow the power of the devil to help you grow into a complete Voldemort."

"What about the price?"

"The soul of one of your descendants belongs to me." Black smiled. "A boy must be named Black."

Tom gritted his teeth, "As Voldemort, I have transcended death, and I may not have descendants."

"No, you must, otherwise even if you become Voldemort, you may not be able to transcend death. For demons, death is just the beginning."

"What if I don't sign the agreement?"

"Hailbo likes you very much, Tom, don't force him to do things against his will."

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