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

?Tom Riddle is locked up again!The news quickly spread throughout Oz.

The black Adebis, who was sitting with several brothers, heard the news, laughed and said to the people next to him, "They should shut him down until he becomes incontinent!" : "It's disgusting, but it's really suitable for a guy like him." Since he had a small conflict with Tom Riddle last time, he has been holding a grudge, trying to find trouble for Tom, but he has never found it. The other party always stayed with O'Reilly and the others, and occasionally after leaving the others, Groves followed him every step of the way, just like a dog smelling a bad smell.

The black man next to Adebis bumped him with his elbow, signaling, "Look, Hannibal."

Hannibal was walking not far from them, his steps were light and unhurried.When he was far away, Adebis sneered and said, "Look, he won't be free for long." When they occupy Oz, Hannibal, who is isolated by the prisoners, will not be afraid. It's not too late to settle accounts with Tom Riddle.

Tom, who didn't know that he was being missed, was lying quietly in the dark confinement room with his eyes closed. He was naked but not flustered.Even though he lost all concepts of time, space, touch, smell, vision, etc. in this dark and closed space, he is also calm.His patience is getting better and better, and it is more conducive to his thinking in this quiet place.He's thinking about how to use that "family time."

There was no doubt that he was going to have loyal subordinates, but the problem was that all conceivable subordinates were pure-blood wizards, who rarely moved around the Muggle world, let alone had regular contacts.Nobody else was to be found, except the cunning Abraxas, who had a property in the Muggle world.Except for that traitor...

Tom frowned, and quickly calmed down again.Ask Hannibal for help?No, he has revealed enough, if he continues to help him on this point, it will basically show his cards.

He is in no hurry, he has time.Maybe he can wait and see when the riot is over.

A ray of light fell on his pale face. Tom opened his eyes and lay on the ground looking up. A pair of upside-down police boots came into his eyes, and a cold warning voice sounded above his head: "Tom Riddle, you You can go out."

Getting up from the ground, Tom stood calmly in front of the prison guard, took the clothes handed over by him and put them on.He even greeted the stern-faced prison guard casually: "Good morning, officer."

The man looked at him expressionlessly: "It's night now."

"Forgive me, officer. I don't have a sense of time here." Tom walked out of the confinement room with a smile.Then he was sent directly back to the dormitory because it happened to be the break time.

Along the way, the lights in Oz had been turned off. Except for the cold lights of various surveillance screens for the prison guards on night shift in the lobby, all the other rooms were dark and silent.

In the dark dormitory, Hannibal was sitting on a chair and meditating quietly.Tom was not surprised, and said hello: "Long time no see, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal seemed to have just noticed him coming in, and looked up: "Long time no see, Tom."

The soft voice sounded like a sigh in the dark.Tom sensed that something was wrong, so he secretly walked over Hannibal to the bed, and at the same time, he was annoyed that he had just returned from the confinement room, and he didn't even have a self-defense tool ready.

But until he stood in front of the bed, Hannibal remained motionless in the chair, as if he had taken root there.

Is it an illusion?It was rare for Tom to doubt himself.

Fortunately, Hannibal immediately dispelled this suspicion, and he continued to say in that soft and soothing tone: "Look, Tom, what did I find in the room?"

Tom turned around: "What... you!"

Hannibal didn't even know what was standing behind him, Tom didn't notice it at all!He caught a glimmer of cold light from the corner of his eyes, and before he had time to defend himself, he felt the cold iron directly pierce his thigh in the next moment!

There is liquid in it!

fuck!Tom swears inwardly, and pushes Hannibal away violently, and the latter is still roughly pushed away by himself, anyway, his goal has been achieved.

Tom pulled out the syringe—it was empty.Hannibal had managed to inject some liquid into his thigh.

His legs gave way, and before he hit the ground and made a noise, Tom was caught by Hannibal, and at the same time he firmly grasped the hand holding the syringe that was trying to plunge into his eye socket.Hannibal's voice was very smooth and gentle, just like when he first greeted: "This is too dangerous for you." He easily took the syringe out of Tom's limp hand and threw it on the ground while kicking Get under the bed.

Immediately afterwards, he put the weak young man in his arms on his bed.

Tom's eyes always shone brightly in the dark, but tonight the brightness had been veiled.

"What are you doing?" His voice was also hoarse and weak, and now he was lying there without any resistance, like a wolf waiting to be slaughtered.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Hannibal stretched out his hand and gently stroked Tom's slightly curly black hair. The latter subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but there was no sign of his head being deviated at all.

"Tom, Tom." Hannibal read his name softly, "When you betrayed me, did you anticipate the current situation?"

Tom didn't know what the hell Hannibal had injected himself with - maybe something like a muscle relaxant, which was easy to get in the infirmary of Oz Prison, which was full of violent patients, and it worked extremely well , he doesn't even have the strength to lift a finger now, and he even has the illusion that it's hard to breathe.Perhaps it was because of the menacing power of Hannibal's hand stroking his head, Tom thought, as if it would break his neck any second.

"I didn't betray you," he said at last.

"No? I thought it was you who revealed the tooth fairy's letter to Will to Will. You see, this is what I wanted to show you just now." A strand of golden hair was shoved under Tom's eyelids by Hannibal , "Look carefully, doesn't it look familiar?"

Yeah, damn familiar!Damn that!stupid!egotistical!female prison guard.

Tom roared in his heart, his face was still calm, he just emphasized again: "I didn't betray you."

"But in my eyes, you are betraying." Hannibal slowly put the hair away and sat down beside Tom.He still had one hand in Tom's hair, and the other rested on the side of his shoulder.

Hannibal leaned down to meet Tom at close range.

"I'm disappointed, Tom," he said softly. "I thought we were on good terms."

"I said I didn't betray you! I didn't tell Will Graham all the contents of the letter!" Tom roared angrily, but because of the effect of the medicine, his voice sounded like a mosquito humming.

The dormitory was pitch black, with only a trace of light leaking from the monitoring equipment in the hall outside.Everything in the dim vision, the bed, the sink, the stool, etc. became blurred.It's like a layer of frosted glass covered with water vapor and white mist.

Then they all shook violently.

"What did you inject me with?" Tom asked, realizing it wasn't just a muscle relaxant.

Unfortunately no answer.

Everything in front of my eyes was distorted, shaking like the earth shaking.In the turmoil, only Hannibal's soft voice seemed to come from afar, clear and hazy: "I know, Tom. I know you didn't reveal everything, so you are still alive."

The face of Hannibal who was close at hand was also blurred, and his facial features were all engulfed in the thick fog and blurred.Only a pair of bright blue eyes are very clear.

The voice from far away became more soothing, softer: "Tom, you'll thank me. I've never been so devoted to anyone."

What is he saying?The brain paralyzed by the drug was turning hard, and Tom now felt that his brain had been stirred into a paste as if someone had stirred a cauldron with a magic wand-he couldn't think at all.

"Now, look at me." Someone seemed to straighten his face.

Tom began to forget where he was now.

"You are in your safest place now." The gentle voice from far away echoed softly in his ears, "You feel comfortable...safe...free..."

"You are in the place you love most. No one will hurt you there... you can do whatever you want..."

The surrounding environment that was originally far away seems to slowly begin to return.Tom rolled his dry eyes: where is he now?

The bed under him is soft and comfortable, and the pillow under his head is extremely fluffy. This must not be Oz...Wait, Oz...Where is it?where is heA wave of uneasiness suddenly surfaced in Tom's heart, and his originally relaxed muscles began to tense again.

However, at this time, the peaceful and pleasant voice sounded just right again, and it just answered his question: "You are in the safest place."

The uneasiness is gone.

The blurry surroundings also became clear.

Silver patterns were shining on the thick green hangings overhead, and the fire in the fireplace on the right was shining on him.Nagini was sleeping in a circle on the blanket in front of the blazing fireplace.

"Who is Nagini?" a soft voice asked softly.

Tom thought he laughed, the whole Slytherin knew that Nagini was his pet, and whoever asked that question must be an ignorant fool.

"...How's the view outside the window?" After a moment of silence, the voice continued to ask.

Tom, who was gazing contentedly at Nagini's thick, silvery body, said to look at the window—it was dark there, oh, of course.Tom muttered under his breath, "The only thing about the Slytherin dormitory that doesn't compare to those lions is the damned opaque windows."

"Remind me to change this when I become the principal in the future." Tom ordered the voice. He thought that since the voice was so nice, it must be Abu.Only Abu will always be gentle and not flattering to him.

"...Okay." The voice agreed, and Tom's slightly frowned brows relaxed again.

On the other hand, Hannibal, who was regarded as a former friend, stared at Tom who was completely hypnotized lying on his bed. His pale face, calm expression, and relaxed limbs made him understand that this little guy would know what he asked now. Answer in every possible way.

Nothing else mattered, all Hannibal wanted to know was the secret.He thought for a moment and started asking.