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

?Tom nodded with interest, and commented on the crime Donald committed: "It's quite interesting." In fact, he didn't think that the inheritance of blood was unrecognizable in both the Muggle world and the magic world. One of the most important social behaviors.When a pair of parents give birth to their child, whether the birth of the child is as they wished or not, the connection between the child and the parents cannot be severed and should not be severed.Parents have responsibilities to their children, and children should also have responsibilities to their parents.

Love, this is a great and mysterious emotion.Dumbledore always said he didn't understand love, but who knew?Who knew that even he would never be able to forgive his impulsiveness that night, when his wand shot green death light at the three yelling Muggles, and there was a brief but sharp pain in his heart.He has regretted it, even if he had no choice but to choose, he has indeed regretted it.

But that Donald, when he could choose, chose the most wrong one.Kill, eat.It made him feel very, very uncomfortable.

Hannibal also seems to have noticed Tom's displeasure hidden under his cheerful exterior. Like Tom, he has an extraordinary sensitivity to human emotions.So he likes the kid, he'd love to be the protector of the kid, if it's that Donald Gloves?Oh, he couldn't resist butchering him.And it was slaughtered mercilessly, like a beast.Thinking of this, Hannibal showed a gentle smile: "Dear Riddle, in Oz, we have to be patient." Killing is possible here, as long as you have enough patience, you can kill any prisoner without been punished.

Tom understood Hannibal's lines under the smile. He nodded and smiled at his protector meekly, but he didn't care. This was the difference between the two of them. So happy.But who made him his protector?Moreover, he is a well-informed and skilled protector.

"It seems that you haven't been having a good time these days." Hannibal's voice brought Tom back to his senses.He continued to tear the bread slowly and looked at the blue-black eyes of Beecher sitting opposite him. The other party's face seemed paler than when he first came, and his fingers spasmed unconsciously. Hearing Hannibal's concern seemed to be affected. Terrified, he raised his head abruptly.Tom almost thought he was going to jump out of his seat.

Fortunately, Beecher quickly forced himself to calm down.He stammered back to Hannibal, "Yes, yes." He thought for a moment and added the suffix: "Sir." Then he gave Tom a nervous look and smiled nervously.

Tom looked away from his disapproving face, preferring to look at the fuck-mouthed black guy on the stage, at least the knife in his head was kind of pleasant.

Tom's indifference seemed to make Beecher even more frustrated and uneasy.Luckily, there's also Hannibal here.He likes to observe all things that are different, and now that he is in this boring chicken farm, this little duck that stumbled into the wrong place can also interest him.So Hannibal was still the gentle old man, and he comforted Beecher: "Don't be nervous, my child."

Although Tom's eyes were on the black man who was rapping like he was spitting and talking about the reasons for beating his inmates, his ears were still paying attention to the conversation between Hannibal and Beecher.When he heard Hannibal talking about my baby, he almost didn't laugh out loud.Dumbledore liked to call people that, too, all of them.Boy, my boy, good boy, smart boy.It seems that people who are called children in this way have really become their good babies and will obey them.And Tom, he dismissed it.That's the behavior of fools, and he is not a fool.

Apparently Beecher was such a complete fool in Tom's mind.He was moved to tears by the rare warmth in Oz Prison at this moment, and he even began to envy Tom Riddle beside Hannibal for having such a friendly protector.There was no indifference, no sarcasm, no contempt, Tobias Beecher almost couldn't wait to pour out all the grievances he had encountered these days.

As for his grievances, Hannibal seemed to feel the same. He patiently listened to Beecher's complaints and then began to enlighten him, comfort him, and tell him that these were tests for him, as long as he insisted on his own In my heart, he will be understood and accepted in the end: "Look at Beecher, your protector didn't really care about you at all, did he? He at least told you how to survive in Oz."

"But he said making weapons, sir. He was obviously laughing at me. There will be no weapons here, let alone manufacturing." Beecher's eye circles were red, and it seemed that he was about to cry in the next second.

The black guy on the podium had already walked down amidst the laughter of everyone holding his non-smoking Marlboro, and Tom also smiled happily.This guy babbled and cursed the roommate who stole his cigarettes, and then muttered in surprise that it was not his brand when he snatched the cigarettes that the roommate surrendered in exchange.This little episode is also a rare joke in the eyes of the boring prisoners of Oz, whose spiritual world is so barren and hungry.But what followed was not interesting news.

The warden is still in a suit and leather shoes, and today he carefully fastened a tie button on his flowered tie. The shiny golden strip button hurts the eyes of everyone who looks at it, just like his master's mouth now. What he said: "Attention, according to the new state health guidelines, from this month, Otswald Prison will be completely non-smoking." Immediately, the prisoners sitting below began to commotion.They started cursing and protesting loudly, and the things in their hands were stupid. stupid. wanting to smash the head of the guy in the suit on the table.

In this looming confusion, the warden stubbornly uttered the last sentence aloud: "Anyone who carries tobacco products will be regarded as illegal possession of contraband and will be sent to a drug rehabilitation area. That's it!" He looked annoyed Looking at the group of disobedient prisoners below, he frowned and walked off the podium, feeling that the manager of Emerald City, Mike Minus, was too lenient to his prisoners, which was not the case when he announced the regulations in other prisons!

Tom fulfilled his wish and saw that after the warden stepped off the podium, everyone smashed all the things they could throw on it in unison, and he also contributed an empty milk carton.Then, a big scuffle broke out in the audience. Many prisoners with personal grievances took advantage of this opportunity to rush towards their target, and the two rolled into a ball.There were also some people who were afraid of chaos, and Beecher had to raise his voice in this noisy chaos: "Sir, I mean, Otraney, he just took me as a joke, he never performed Duty to protect people.”

When he was pushed out of the queue by Paul, a black drug dealer who was also a newcomer, Otrani clearly saw this. Lani simply turns away and continues flirting with his shitty wife or lover.Fucking Otraney.

Chichi, chirp, chirp, chirp, it's endless.Come on, baby Beecher, what more duty do you want your protector to fulfill?This is Oz, the prison, the cage, the despair of all.There is no so-called responsibility here, no one is responsible to you, except yourself.Tom tapped his fingers on the table impatiently and said to Hannibal, "I'm done."

Hannibal wiped the corner of his mouth, which was not oily at all, with a tissue, and smiled: "Then let's go."

Beecher didn't get the answer he wanted, and found that the nice man in his imagination was about to leave like this, which made him widen his eyes, his face full of helplessness: "Sir?"

Hannibal smiled at him gently, just like he did at the beginning: "Goodbye, Beecher. It was a pleasure chatting with you."

Tom couldn't help letting out a sneer from his nasal cavity, bent down by the way, avoided an oncoming elbow, and directly hit the dinner plate in his hand hard on the top of the attacker's head, the skull and metal made a toothache crash.Hannibal thought sympathetically from behind, ah, it hurts so much just looking at it.It was only then that Beecher found out in a panic that Tom Riddle, apart from having an overly good face, was actually much tougher and braver than himself.

A powerful slap pinches Beecher's shoulder from behind.The short black-haired man walked around the chaotic crowd at some point. He had a blue cowboy hat on his back and a sweatshirt around his waist. His muscular arms stretched out from under his white vest. It's Dino Otrani.

Otrani looked at Beecher's surprised and terrified expression, and warned him in a rough voice: "If I were you, I would stay away from that person." Give Beecher a smack, hitting his back straight on the table.

Catching this scene, Tom Riddle curled his mouth: Otraney has obviously done his best for Baby Beecher.And Hannibal Lecter, whom even the most unscrupulous mafioso taboo, is more dangerous than he imagined.

At this time, this dangerous person was putting the dinner plate in the recycling place, slowly wiped his hands with a paper towel, and complained about the warden's unreliability: "He's trying to teach a group of brainless chickens what is the rules." .”

Tom liked the analogy.He walked up the stairs with pleasant steps, and echoed Hannibal lightly: "You can't expect a fool to suddenly become enlightened."

Poor Beecher didn't realize that it was really different from the outside after two full days of experience.His roommate, Adebis, not only snatches his only valuable watch, but wants him to be his whore.son.The seemingly mild-mannered Hannibal just sees him as a fun little pet to tease when he's bored.Even the most normal-looking old man Bob is a lunatic who believes in the existence of God. He even named Beecher's wife when they met for the first time, and predicted that they would divorce soon.Paul, who came with him, bullied him on the first day, and Groves is a psycho who ate his parents.Tom Riddle is also a cold-blooded killer. He heard that Riddle killed his grandparents and father with his own hands when he was 16 years old.Sometimes when Beecher looked at him, it seemed like he saw a pair of snake's eyes.He is different from them.He was different from everyone in the Emerald City.This made Tobias Beecher's heart sink and sink.

Soon one last thing happened to sink his hopes to the bottom.

Vernon Slinger.This is how a man introduces himself.While Beecher was sullenly eating his breakfast.

Slinger looked exactly like Hannibal.They are all fat middle-aged people, with bald heads, and all the remaining thinning hair is gray, their shirts are neatly tucked into their belts, and they walk vigorously as if they are at the forefront of the times. Oh, this The point is different.Hannibal's movements were usually unhurried, his demeanor implied in the abyss beneath those shining blue eyes.

At this time, Beecher, who had gone through the Hannibal incident, was aware of precautions.So under Shinger's warm and polite greeting, he just raised his hand indifferently.But soon, Shinger broke Beecher's guard against him.He skillfully used the most common means, put himself in Beecher's position and told him that he was also bullied by Adebis when he first came here, which made Beecher feel relieved to have found a companion, and quickly accepted him .The two chatted happily.

At the same time, Slinger whispered to Beecher that he could apply to the prison guards for a dormitory transfer, but be careful not to let Adebis know the reason, because it is troublesome to offend a black man who is not afraid of death.This made Beecher feel that Springer was really helping him.This made him determined to leave Adebes.

Soon under the intervention of Slinger, Beecher successfully escaped from Adebes.He even had the illusion of escaping from birth.In any case, the roommate became Shringer, which gave Beecher a long-lost sense of security.His ease couldn't be suppressed, and he couldn't help humming a song in a low voice. When Slinger showed him the strange tattoo, he could also politely flatter and look good.This seems like a happy ending for everyone.

However, when Schlinger couldn't wait to tear away the illusion of his affection, everything went back to the original point, and even worse.

Slinger touched Beecher's face and told him, you are my thing, and I want you to be branded with me.prostitute.son.

Beecher felt that he had finally sunk to the bottom, and he touched the truth of Oz.It is a cold hell, a magma purgatory that never sees the light of day. ?