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

? What are the odds that a person will meet a guy who looks exactly like him in his short life?Probably as good as the chances of surviving under the Killing Curse.At least Tom never thought about it, his uncle had said he looked exactly like his father when he was young, and he was pretty sure his father was lying rotting in the cold graveyard in Little Hangleton. Can't recognize it, there is no chance to crawl out and walk up to his son and say hello

So when he first saw Francis Dollard, the Tooth Fairy, he thought for a split second that it wasn't one of his brothers?Kind of like half-parents.Otherwise, how could it be explained that the other person's appearance and his were simply carved out of a model.Black curly hair, pale skin, gloomy temperament, they are even the same height!Except that Dollard has blue-gray eyes, while he's blood-red.

Tom looked at the people inside through the bright glass and couldn't say a word for a long time, and O'Reilly next to him also hugged his chest and said with emotion: "I was shocked when I first saw him, you two are so similar. "

Dollard was making the bed in the dormitory. His cohabitant talked to him with his elbows on the upper bunk. After a few words, Dolard straightened up and stared at the prisoner and said a word. Immediately afterwards, Tom I saw obvious fear emerging from the prisoner's face.He didn't know what kind of expression Dollard, who was facing away from him, made this 1.9 meter tall man look like he wanted to pee his pants.

After threatening (?) the cohabitants, Dollard turned around and wanted to continue making the bed, but he happened to see Tom staring at him through the glass.Suddenly, it froze there.

Francis Dollard has a secret that no one else can tell, and has long had a patron saint by his side, encouraging him, protecting him, and supporting him in his transformation.It is with the help of this patron saint that he can persist in completing his transformation.Moreover, when he was afraid of retreating, it was the patron saint who firmly held his retreating steps and led him in the right direction.Dolard said nothing about the secret of the Patronus.The other party only exists in his heart and is unknown to everyone. Only when he stares at the tattoo of a dragon behind him in the mirror can he be sure that the guardian god has always existed in his heart.

He wants to transform, he wants to become a human dragon like a protector, not a weak boy who is cursed and disgusted by his grandmother, cowardly, and often pees his pants.He wants to change.He is going to become a red dragon.He will struggle out of this tiny human body, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon when it is transformed from a larva.For this purpose, Dollard can give up everything.He can do anything.

He can go to those women to transform first, and let them be his audience every time he transforms.

He can kill anyone who tries to stop him.

He can even push the girl he loves the most with his own hands.

Because he is afraid of becoming that cowardly self again, when he becomes a red dragon, no one will despise him.Everyone will worship him and praise him with awe-inspiring eyes.

He is going to be a dragon.A human dragon.

His patron saint will always be watching him, encouraging him in his heart.

However, now, Dolard's patron saint actually appeared in the real world.

In this dark, suffocating and cold prison, his god stood a few meters away and watched him, separated by a layer of glass, just like the original painting of the red dragon that Dolard went to the library every time Same time, separated by a layer of glass.

Later that layer of glass was shattered by Dolard, so now, the glass between him and his god can't stop him either.

Dollard couldn't help shaking, he was ecstatic about it.Ecstasy filled his heart.Could it be that God has discovered his recent wavering in his heart?This kind of shameful shaking after pushing away the girl he loves, that's why God came out of his inner world, stood in front of him, wanted to touch him with those real hands, lift him up, let him stand again stand up?

Pushing open the glass door, Dolard walked towards his god step by step.Look at that, the other person's face is the same as your own!Black curly hair, pale and powerful face, razor-sharp cheekbones, and most importantly, the god's lips are intact.

Once he noticed this, Dolard's breathing quickened immediately, and his eyes filled with tears: God has appeared, tell yourself with his face - when you transform successfully, you will have the same perfect face as me, not like me As it stands now, there's a twisted deep scar on your upper lip that makes everyone hate you.

Pained by her cleft lip since she was a child, Dollard, who could not escape this suffering even when he grew up, looked at God's perfect face and almost couldn't help crying.

so far so good.Fortunately, under the gaze of God's red eyes, he held back his tears.If he cried, would God think he was still that cowardly human being?No potential for transformation at all?Gods who are disappointed by this will leave him.

Thinking that his patron saint would leave him, Dollard felt heart-piercing grief.It was more painful than breaking fingers and flipping fingernails.It was more severe pain than the heart being dug out.Dollard gasped with his mouth open, feeling that he could hardly breathe if he only imagined that image for a moment.

Step by step, he walked before God.Under the cold gaze of the other party, she came to him.Come before God.

God not only has a perfect face, but even his eyes are beautiful blood red.That is exactly the color that a human dragon will have after successfully transforming.God, indeed is God.

"God, are you here to save me?" Dolard whispered to his god with tears in his eyes, an unprecedented piety spread on his face, and hope filled those gray-blue eyes that had been dim for a long time.

God frowned, staring at Dolard without answering.

From this silence, Dolard read what God said to him.He smiled, and raised his usual low tone, his voice was sharp and broken: "I know I was wrong! I know! I won't waver anymore! God! Please forgive me!"

Tom looked at the crazy man in front of him, who was smiling and crying, and said nothing.The other party has the same face as him, except for a deep and distorted scar on the upper lip, but can his own face really be distorted to such an extent?No, it should be said that in the future he dreamed of, when he went crazy because of the soul movie, would his face be the same as the person in front of him?

Trembling madness.

Finally, he finally spoke: "I am not some god."

Dolard froze.There were still tears in his eyes, and these words made the tears that had been shaky before fall down his face in the blink of an eye, but all the muscles in his face were stiff.He stared blankly at his god denying himself to be a god.What does it mean? ...is his god going to abandon him in the end?Do you want to abandon him because you are completely disappointed in him because of his wavering?

howling.Like a beast being stabbed in the heart, the wailing before death came from Francis Dollard's throat.

He shouted in despair: "Why! God, why didn't you forgive me? I knew I was wrong! I corrected it too, I threw that woman into the sea of ​​fire, and I pushed her away! When I pushed her away, I My heart is about to break! God, why don't you forgive me for this?"

Because of Dollard's yelling, everyone in the dormitory next door poked their heads out to see what happened. Even O'Reilly next to Tom seemed ashamed and stood a little further away silently.

Tom didn't care about O'Reilly's attempt to stay out of the matter, he blocked Dollard's hand that wanted to hold his arm, and shouted angrily in a low voice: "Enough, I'm not a god!" Another complete lunatic!Why does he always attract the attention of this kind of people, Groves before, and now Dollard too!Groves is just Shaw's meat, and this Dollard directly claims that he is a god!

Tom felt a little desperate. Hearing the title of God, even the experienced and brazen Dark Lord couldn't help being a little embarrassed.He wants to be the king of the wizarding world, but he has no plans to become a god yet.

Dolard had become so absorbed in his own world that Tom was refusing to be called a god for not forgiving himself.At the moment of being rejected by the god in his heart, he turned back into the little boy he didn't want to turn back into.His grandmother's sharp cursing voice came out of the back of his head again:

"Oh, you dirty guy, you're so dirty, look at you, you peed your pants again."

"Dirty guy, bad boy, stop crying! Stop peeing your pants!"

"You're here again! I swear, the next time I see you pee your pants, I'll cut off your little bird!"

"Disgusting, filthy. You unwanted bastard."

Dollard wept amidst these curses, and he overlapped with his younger self, the grown man crying in a mess, moaning and begging for mercy: "Forgive me, grandma. Forgive me, I won't dare again .Don't, don't hit me. I'll be good. I'll be clean. Oh, grandma..."

The surrounding prisoners whistled at the spectacle, and several of them shouted, "Tom, the new guy is calling your grandmother!"

Their ridicule immediately caused more people to laugh.Even the prison guards were attracted, laughing happily.Totally mistaking Dolard and Tom at the center of the farce as clowns.

"Enough!" Tom slammed his fist on the railing next to it, and the iron railing immediately made a loud and ear-piercing roar.This noise stopped all the laughter, and the scene fell into an eerie silence for an instant.Except for Dollard, who was still screaming and crying, he had fallen on the floor and curled up, his limbs convulsed from fear, and he kept moaning.

Pale blood climbed from Tom's neck to his pale cheeks, and Dolard's ugliness once again coincided with his insane appearance in the dream because of the tearing pain of his soul.He had to step on the other's twitching back: "Enough! I forgive you!"

The trembling under his feet became smaller, and Dolard raised his face full of tears and looked at Tom, like a temporary person in a desperate situation who sees the only salvation.

Looking into his blue-gray eyes, Tom sighed: "Enough, Dollard, you won't be... hit again."