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

?And when Tom walked lazily into the room that was said to be specially set aside as a classroom, he became even more melancholy after seeing the teacher inside.Jim Moriarty was staring at him with a meaningful smile. Seeing Tom walk in the door, he clapped his hands deliberately and said solemnly: "Okay, it seems that the last student has also arrived. Let's start."

Tom walked to the front seat with a blank expression and sat down, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why are you the teacher?"

"Because I have high school and college diplomas, dear." Moriarty's smile was very obtrusive, "And, please raise your hands first when you ask questions in the future, ok?"

His ending sound danced in the air, and the other prisoners looked at the new teacher without speaking.So the smile on Moriarty's face became even brighter: "Hello? Is there anyone here? Hey, why didn't anyone answer—" He dragged out his voice, the chalk was thrown into the air between his slender fingers, and then The fall was caught.

The prisoners looked at each other a few times and compromised.Scattered promises followed one after another below.

Moriarty didn't say anything to his group of troubled students who obviously didn't want to attend class, and started teaching today's lesson instead.He is responsible for teaching mathematics, and the other language is taught by a prisoner who used to be a high school teacher. The class time is two hours a day, with only two classes and a 10-minute break in between.Even so, the inmates sitting below were still in pain, dazed, sleeping, and playing with their fingers with their heads down. The inmates next to Tom even tore off the paper in the homework book given to them by the prison, and folded chickens for fun.Soon the prisoner's desk was covered with paper chickens of all sizes.

Moriarty, who was lecturing there, seemed to see nothing about it, and talked happily to himself.It wasn't until he called someone up to answer the questions that there was a commotion among the prisoners.

Tom looked at the string of formulas on the blackboard, feeling bad.He knew the numbers, but what the hell were those three letters?In the past few decades, no one has ever tried to make Lord Demon King understand what is unknown and what is solving equations, so that when Moriarty looked at him, Tom couldn't help but lower his head trying to avoid the other party's sight , and swore in his heart that if Moriarty really dared to ask him to write the answer, he would definitely kill him in the future!

Fortunately, Moriarty didn't call him in the end.The other party's eyes flicked past Tom's head, and fell on the prisoner who had been folding chickens with great joy: "Come on, Toby, come up and show everyone."

Toby raised his head and stared for a long time before he was sure that Moriarty was indeed calling him.In the teacher's smiling face, he reluctantly stood up and walked forward, taking the chalk from the other party's hand.

The prisoners below stared at Toby, seeing him motionless in front of the blackboard, and began to laugh and mock. Someone shouted: "Hey, Chicken Toby, get out if you don't know."

Chicken Toby... Tom was sure he got the name from the paper he had been folding for a long time.

Toby is a 1.8-meter black muscular man. He turned his head and glared at the person who called out that sentence. He stretched out his hand and made an obscene gesture. Immediately, the person slammed the table and stood up suddenly, and the chair fell down with a slam. on the ground.

The smile on Moriarty's face suddenly disappeared, and he stared straight at the person who stood up: "Do you have any questions?"

"..." The noise in the room disappeared instantly, and the standing person sat back faster than standing up before.

Tom put his face on one hand, and looked at the group of guys who immediately sat down obediently and remained silent, and smiled silently: No matter how indifferent they were, they shrank back one by one when Moriarty really got serious.Even Toby, who was in front of the blackboard, quickly turned around and continued to ponder over the formula.

Moriarty's voice sounded faintly from Toby's side, like a death lament rising from hell: "No?"

Toby couldn't help shaking, turned his head to look at Moriarty tremblingly, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly—Toby trembled even more—seeing that he would not be able to write an answer if he threatened the prisoner again, he would only pee his pants at most, so Moriarty had to give up: "Go back to your seat. Let me see you make paper, and I'll stuff those chickens down your throat."

Toby didn't resist, fled back to his seat without even the slightest bit of anger, and sat upright like a good student.

Tom rolled his eyes at Toby, this is a good time, Chicken Toby's nickname will follow him forever, not only referring to his origami in math class, but also referring to the fact that he was beaten in front of the math teacher. Scared as a little chick.

"So, does anyone here know this formula?" Moriarty's voice was suddenly close at hand.Tom nearly jumped out of his seat.As soon as he turned around, he saw Moriarty resting one hand on his desk, leaning one leg over the other, and glanced at himself.

No one answered, and Tom remained silent.

In the suffocating silence, Moriarty sighed very clearly, and he expressed his current mood in high and low voice: "I am so sad-really, my heart is broken right now, do you know?"

He clicked his tongue, shook his head and tossed the chalk in the air again: "I tried my best to show you the charm of knowledge, but you sniffed it. I'm very sad...very, very sad."

A prisoner accidentally dropped his pen, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.He had no choice but to squat down to pick it up in embarrassment, while apologizing.

Moriarty was content to see the group fidget and keep quiet.He pursed his lips and thought for a while, then smiled: "Since none of you can solve this problem, then copy the problem-solving process 300 times after class."

"300!" Someone exclaimed, trying to bargain, "This is too much!"

Tom recognized the little Negro guy who had just been in Oz and gave a lunch talk with a knife in his head and rapped about him and a pack of cigarettes.Unexpectedly, not only did he survive the riots, but he was not sent out of Oz, and stayed tenaciously.

Moriarty turned to the chubby black man with curly hair and asked back with a smile on his face, "Do you have any objections?"

The black man puffed up his eyes and was about to say something, but it seemed that he suddenly remembered something, which caused his face to change. After hesitating for a moment, he finally retracted his words: "...No."

"Since no one has any objections, then this matter is settled. Leave it to me before class tomorrow." Moriarty threw the chalk back into the chalk box, patted the chalk dust on his hands, and jumped onto Tom's desk Sit down, "Let's continue with class now."

When the hour was over, all the inmates in class felt alive.They breathed a sigh of relief, freed their mouths that had been held back for an hour, and talked with each other.Of course, the center of the discussion is Moriarty, the ruthless teacher.

Tom leaned back in his chair, twirling the ballpoint pen in his hand, and asked Moriarty, "Is this necessary? Are you really not worried about being retaliated by them?"

Moriarty is now sitting in the chicken-folding prisoner's seat just now, playing with those paper chickens.He seemed to dislike those ugly works. He dismantled them all and was refolding them. While folding the paper in half, he replied, "Revenge? I just happen to be bored, so let them come."

Soon an exquisite boat appeared in his palm, and Moriarty admired it for a while and stuffed the paper boat into Riddle's hand: "How did you think about my previous proposal?"

Tom flicked the canopy of the paper boat in disgust: "Give me another three days, and I will reply to you in three days."

Moriarty put his hand around his neck and whispered into Tom's ear, "Don't let me down, dear."

To this kind of ambiguous action, Tom didn't even move his eyebrows. He flipped the paper boat in his hand and asked, "In this case, why don't I do my homework?" 300 times, he would not do this kind of repetitive and meaningless work. .

"That's not okay, I'll treat you all equally." Moriarty giggled, spraying all the steam on Tom's ears, causing him to rub his ears uncomfortably.Hearing Moriarty's answer, he immediately pressed his hand on the man's forehead and pushed back: "Then get out of here."

Moriarty wasn't angry either. He stood up, stroked his thumb a few times and flicked his index finger: "However, as a future ally, I might consider helping you?"

Tom raised his head and looked at him. The paper boat was still lying in his hand. The white paper and his pale skin set off each other, making the blue blood vessels under the skin more obvious.

Moriarty smiled and blinked: "It's very simple."

So half an hour later, Tom, Moriarty, and Tooth Fairy Dollard all lay down on the table and began to copy the same formula and its solution.The three of them put their heads together, and Tom couldn't help but think of the same scene when he saw students rushing to do their homework in the Hogwarts library.However, the difference is that he belonged to the good student who finished his homework early and lent others to copy it.

What's even more infuriating is that even Dollard can solve that formula, no, not only that formula, but he and Moriarty happily discussed higher-level mathematical knowledge.So for the next two hours, Tom had to sit between the two of them and was forced to listen to a whole ear of so-called advanced mathematics.

Gritting his teeth, Tom marked an X heavily on the paper, cursing Muggles and Muggle mathematics again.

Tom Riddle was painstakingly copying his math homework in Oz Prison, and at the same time, in England on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, in a certain Malfoy Manor under hidden magic, Abraxas Malfoy woke up from his sleep.Panting heavily, he looked around in disbelief, the familiar furniture in the dimly lit bedroom safely visited where they should be.The entire room was silent, save for his own rapid breathing and violent heartbeat.

Abraxas was half-sitting on the bed, still not recovering from the nightmare just now.His roving eyes inadvertently glanced at a photo frame, the blank photo on it made him unable to resist getting out of bed to pick it up, gently touching the glass above, a name accidentally leaked out of his mouth and rolled onto the photo On: "Tom..."?