[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

"Slinger is a bastard who deserves to go to hell," O'Reilly commented, sitting next to Beecher, with his arm around his shoulder.

Tom stood aside with his hands in his trouser pockets, noncommittal.But Beecher was sitting on the edge of the bed with red eyes. There was a strange pattern on his new T-shirt today. Tom stared at it for a long time: "What is this?"

"It's a death talisman." Beecher replied hoarsely, looking up at him with a wry smile, "I'll be torn apart by black people if I wear this."

Under O'Reilly's supplementary explanation, Tom knew that this was the symbol of the Union of Southern States back then, and it was also a symbol often worn by people who supported slavery at that time.Unfortunately, among the prisoners in Emerald City, black people accounted for a lot.The Muslim faction and the black faction are all black.

"Why did Slinger do this?"

"Because he wants me to move out. But he doesn't want me to be fucked by anyone other than him." Beecher replied coldly.

Tom was speechless for a moment.

Sure enough, a jerk.I am tired of playing with myself, and I want to completely destroy the other party.

O'Reilly gave Tom a look while Beecher wasn't paying attention, and the latter got up from the wall knowingly and walked out of the dormitory, standing outside the door to let them in.

In the house, O'Reilly gave Beecher a friendly smile. He put his arms around Beecher and whispered in his ear, "Do I have some new products here?"

Beecher glared at him.

O'Reilly smiled all over his face: "You are guaranteed to be satisfied!"

When Beecher pushed open the door and stumbled out, Tom, who was about to catch him, was stopped by O'Reilly who followed him.Tom sneezed three times in a row, stimulated by the smell pouring out of the house and O'Reilly's body: "fuck! What the hell are you doing in there?!" He can still see the smoke in the house.

O'Reilly put his tongue between his teeth triumphantly and grinned: "Look, I'm helping Beecher."

Tom took a few steps to the middle of the rest hall, and saw that Beecher, who rushed out first, had wobbled up the stairs.He was as unsteady on his feet as a drunk man, while still holding a stool.

Beecher yelled frantically and slammed his stool against a glass wall.

Behind the wall, Schlinger is happily chatting with his new partner.Shinger, with his back to the wall, didn't know anything, and he realized something was wrong when the person chatting opposite him panicked and dodged, but when he turned his head, flying glass shards were piercing into his left eye .

Slinger screamed out.His wailing was mixed with Beecher's loud laughter, and with the siren's shrill sound resounding through the rest hall, many prisoners in the dormitory came out one after another, and the prison guards rushed up with their batons, shouting .

Beecher threw the stool in his hand to Slinger, laughed heartily, yelled, waved his arms, and wobbled up to the railing of the corridor on the second floor.The pattern on the front of his T-shirt was completely displayed in front of many black prisoners, but at this time they could no longer care about the issue of racial discrimination, and just stared blankly at Beecher who suddenly went crazy.

Everyone who watched his twisted face shuddered.

Beecher was crying and laughing while standing on the railing, lay down his clothes, tore them, threw them off, and jumped...

Amid the exclamation, he was pulled down by the prison guards and pressed to the floor.

Tom stared at the chaos with wide eyes, and the violent factor in his blood was instantly ignited.His breathing became heavier, his eyes were red, and his body trembled slightly. He felt his scalp tingling, and he wished he could find someone to vent to.Slit his throat, grabbed his head, and slammed him hard against the wall!

O'Reilly laughed and put his arms around Tom's neck, twisting his body forcefully and pressing him against the glass wall of the dormitory behind him.

The cold glass behind him brought Tom's confused mind back to some sense, and then he saw O'Reilly's handsome face suddenly enlarged, and the other's messy breathing intersected with his own.O'Reilly bit Tom's mouth mercilessly, and kissed him hard.

On top of their heads, Shringer, who covered his eyes and rolled all over the floor, was put on a stretcher, and Beecher, who was crying, was pressed to the floor and tied up.And across the steel floor, Tom and O'Reilly gasped and entangled their tongues with each other's, exchanging saliva violently in the shadow of the stairs.

The screams, the laughs, the siren blare, the footsteps, it's all out of control.

But in a dormitory on the second floor, there was a person who was not ignited by the boiling atmosphere at all.That pair of always calm and bright blue eyes quietly watched the two hugging each other under the stairs.

It was rare for Hannibal to be reading Tom's letters or papers when he walked into the dormitory with his hair disheveled.

He seems to have agreed to help the FBI catch the Tooth Fairy, so every now and then some files come through Mike Minus.So Tom was a little surprised to find that he wasn't looking at anything.

Hannibal stared at his originally thin lips, which were a little red and swollen, his normally pale cheeks were rarely flushed, his hair had obviously been rubbed, and even the hem of his shirt seemed to have been lifted.Oh, and the waistband sits a few inches lower than usual.

"With whom?" Hannibal raised his eyebrows with interest, he thought Tom was really a rare abstinent young man.

"..." Tom rubbed his face, went to the sink and turned on the faucet, looked up at himself in the mirror and let out a long sigh of relief, "O'Reilly. Ryan O'Reilly."

"The Irishman." Hannibal looked at Tom in the mirror.His scarlet lips were pursed, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "It's good. I was worried about your health before."

Tom didn't answer.He splashed the cold tap water on his face, but felt that it was not enough, so he simply splashed the water on his head.Crystal water droplets slowly dripped from his black hair, and rolled down on his pale skin.The eyes were slightly closed, and the slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Really nice scenery.

Hannibal thought, smiling.

"It seems that you have completed the teaching task well?"

"What?" Tom came over and took off the T-shirt in front of Hannibal, exposing his lean and muscular upper body to the air.Probably due to not seeing the sun all year round, his skin is pale, but there is no lack of muscle, which slides as he puts on a new shirt.

"Look, you can kiss people now." Hannibal put his index finger lightly on his pursed red lips, his eyes were bright, "Tom, I'm glad you have controlled your arrogance."

Tom frowned and sat in front of him: "I thought I covered it up well."

"I don't think so, though. Remember when you first came to the Emerald City? You stood among the new chicks, smiling at them and twittering without saying a word, and you didn't bother to mess with them, You don't bother to please the prison guard, even though the female prison guard watched you almost take off your clothes. I noticed your silent sarcasm when we guides walked in. You look down on everyone in Ozzy, from From Mike Minus to Karimu, from prison guard to prisoner, you feel different, and I thought it was because you were narcissistic at first, but it turned out to be more than that.”

"I've thought about this question for a long time, and finally found the answer from our last conversation. You have special abilities, and I don't think this is an exaggerated modification, but a fact. What special abilities do you have Tom? "

Hannibal gazed at Tom piercingly, with a piercing magic in his gaze.

"Dr. Lecter, I've learned a lot from you, and I'm grateful that you taught me, like, lo and behold, as you said, I realized my own arrogance, and I don't think I'll make the same mistake again .”

Hannibal sighed softly: "Tom, what is your special ability?"

"..."

"Let me think about it. I used to think that everything in this world could be proved by science. Unfortunately, what happened later overturned my idea. I once received a patient who suddenly lost his appetite, hated the sun and longed for blood one day. Looks like a vampire, doesn't it? At first I thought it was his self-compulsive delusion, but... when I saw him greedily munching raw meat, I realized that he wasn't like a vampire, he was." Hannibal looked Smiling with his own hand, "I dissected it and found that its bodily functions have ended. It's a pity that before I wanted to study it further, someone forcibly took its corpse away. Vampires exist, and of course others also exist. Are you What kind?"

Tom stared at the elderly Muggle in front of him, and he admitted that this was the first time he really realized how extraordinary Hannibal was.Not referring to anything else, but he dared to believe in the unknown.

The most original human emotion is fear, and the most original fear is the unknown.

Many people have seen the truth, but because they are afraid of the unknown, they deceive themselves and others, and they prefer to find a more reasonable reason to deceive themselves.Wasn't the main reason why he was rejected by other children in the orphanage and hated by adults because he possessed magical powers? Because of magical powers, he was called a child of the devil, because he was called a child of the devil, He will be excluded from the group.

"Doctor Lecter, let's exchange my secret for yours, how about it?" Tom raised one leg, put his hands together on his knees, leaned against the back of the chair and looked down at his fingers and asked.

"What do you want to know?" Hannibal wasn't surprised.

"Talk about how you choose the ingredients? Actually, I'm curious why you didn't attack Agent Will in the first place."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Hannibal smacked his lips, and pointed out with a smile: "These are two problems Tom, and greed is also one of the seven original sins. The agreed one is exchanged for the other."

"Then the second one, tell me, and I'll tell you my biggest secret." Tom said softly, "It's a very good deal for you."

"...Will Graham is not my choice. In fact, if possible, I would not want to hurt him. Will...is a good man." Hannibal thought for a while and said, "He is not one of those useless Good guy. The guilty and the incompetent should give their bodies, because only their bodies are useful... Will is different. He has a beautiful soul... a beautiful soul..."

Tom couldn't help laughing.

"What pleases you Tom?" Hannibal smiled too.

"Oh, nothing, I just want to remind you that you still accidentally revealed some selection criteria." Tom replied with a chuckle.

"Isn't this exactly what you want? Then it's your turn, your special ability, this is the third time I'm asking."

"I promise there won't be a fourth time." Tom was still laughing.He laughed for a long time before stopping, his dark brown eyes were shining brightly.

However, when the smile gradually faded from his face, he seemed to be a different person.No more pretense, no more warmth, he became a devil, a leader, a spirit.Cruel, indifferent, and merciless, like a sharp bayonet, it not only stabs the enemy, but also hurts itself.That was the real him, the real Tom Riddle.

"I'm a wizard, Doctor Lecter."

The author has something to say: Author: Do you agree to tell others that you are a wizard? Lord Demon King?

Tom: ...long-winded!Blame Hannibal for being too seductive! ?