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

? Beecher's story temporarily come to an end.Let's go back and take a good look at Oz.

Oz is also known as the Emerald City, and it is a specially divided five districts in the entire prison system.It was independent of all state prisons and only admitted the most egregious inmates, with the exception of Beecher's little accident.Because of the existence of these dangerous prisoners, Oz's defense level is also the highest level.Oz superintendent Timo McManus is adamant that safety can only be guaranteed through transparency.So no matter where you go here, you can see well-armed prison guards equipped with batons patrolling back and forth.

The rest hall and dormitory at Oz Prison are connected together.

Downstairs is the hall, upstairs is the dormitory.Each dormitory is also a small glass cage. Most of the rooms have a quarter of the walls made of tempered transparent glass, and the wall next to the toilet is a brick wall, but this doesn't help.As long as someone passes by the front of the dormitory, the legs of all the people squatting on the toilet can be clearly seen.Otherwise the room consisted of a bunk dorm bed and a small sink with a mirror above it.Everything is stipulated, each person has a bed sheet, a quilt, a pillow, and a water glass, basically nothing else.

In the hall, there are scattered tables and chairs for the prisoners to rest, and there is a large-screen TV in the corner of the hall.This has always been the pride of the Prison of Oz.They always emphasize that TV is the most prominent aspect of their humanized management.Wearing a suit, the warden said in front of the reporter's camera: We can't stop these poor people from receiving information from the outside world.The [-]th century is an era of informationization. Without information, a person has nothing!However, in fact, this TV can only watch one channel, which is the governor's speech.More often than not, people in Oz Prison would rather play a game of poker than watch the governor spit shit out of his mouth.

The library is another pride of Oz Prison.There are quite a few books, magazines and newspapers here, and this is also the place with the fewest people in the entire prison.You can't expect a group of guys who only read Playboy magazines to read an encyclopedia with gusto.Apart from a few old men, the regular customers here are only two rare young guys, Beecher and Tom Riddle.

Now Beecher could finally ignore Tom and Hannibal.He spends most of his time curled up on the bed in the dormitory, and the rest of the time, apart from eating, he spends time in the library reading those boring legal documents and regulations.Few people know that he was a lawyer before he came in, because people in Oz prison hate lawyers more than policemen.They always think they're coming to the Emerald City because their defense attorney is a complete idiot.If they found out that poor little Beecher had been a lawyer, they'd just tear Beecher to pieces, and not even Slinger could protect him.

During this time Oz kept having newcomers coming in, and after Tom and the others was a black Muslim named Karim Saeed.In the eyes of the prison administration he was more trouble than ten Toms and twenty Groves.Because Karimu is a political prisoner.

Political prisoners, also known as political dissidents or dissidents, are often considered the most dangerous types of criminals who oppose and subvert the government.Because this kind of person generally has a unique charm and can gather a group of congregants around him. They regard this kind of political prisoner as a god in their hearts, and they regard every word he says as a standard. When they develop to a certain level, they often become powerful A disciplined antisocial organization.Their fanaticism is the biggest headache for the government in power.

Karimu Said is such a person.He has written several books and is very influential among Muslims. Even the warden and Mike Manus have read his masterpieces, of course they are to better guard against this guy.At the same time, after reading it, I have to admit that this person is a genius in a certain sense, but unfortunately he is a genius who has gone the wrong way.

Saeed, too, was the type of criminal McManus would not welcome.He had studied criminal psychology for several years, and he knew how popular such a guy would be in Ozzy, but the warden's order made him hold his nose and accept Said.And because Saeed's case is still on appeal, he can't treat him roughly like a thug.Mike Manus had to make three chapters with Sayid, they warned each other, threatened each other, and finally the two sides maintained a dangerous balance.

When Said walked into Oz with his clothes in his hands, everyone stared at him blankly from different corners, examined him, and evaluated him.Beasts are always sensitive to the smell of their own kind.

Tom smelled his former Dark Lord days in this black man wearing a white line hat.A religious leader, or rather, a cult leader.

He knew it all too well.The Muslims looked at Sayyid almost the same way the most loyal Death Eaters looked at Tom himself.It is an obsession that even the fear of death cannot overcome.This made Tom couldn't help but boil a little.He had been in this Muggle prison for several days, and Said was the first prisoner he found who looked like himself.The only difference between them is that Sayyid's followers are at their leader's side, while his Death Eaters are far across the ocean.

"Calm down Tom, you see this young man's eyes are about to swallow him." Hannibal reminded him lightly from the side.

Tom's dark brown eyes were terribly bright at this moment, like the light of the most dazzling death curse in the dark, and he said softly, "I'm very calm. And don't call me Tom."

"Why, I like that name," muttered another young man standing behind Tom, stooped, his long brown hair hanging down his cheeks.

"Go away, Groves." Tom's voice was cold and deep, a sharply polished iron piece loomed between his fingers, and was skillfully flipped and flicked by his slender fingers. He warned: "Your Any lower in the neck and I'll cut it off."

His tone was so earnest that Groves had to straighten up regretfully.The fragrance floating in the nose was a little far away from him and faded, but it was still there.Tom Riddle's smell was something he hadn't smelled before that fascinated him.Much like the mother he's already tasted, Groves remembers how he left Dad in the freezer for Christmas, only to get caught by the police before then, something he's always regretted.He knew the taste of his mother, but he didn't know the taste of his father.Is it crispy, or soft and greasy?What if it's Tom's meat?Can he satisfy him?Instead of satisfying Groves' father?

Groves sniffed hard at the elusive scent, nimbly dodging Tom's impatient hand trying to drive him away, the sharp blade between fingers as white as a fly waving.Dangerous and charming.Like this guy Tom Riddle.

He must be able to satisfy him.thought Groves.At the same time, he glanced cautiously at Hannibal who was sitting next to Tom.The other party lowered his head and concentrated on reading, as if he didn't notice anything, but Groves knew that Mr. Lecter was a little upset.He shouldn't be so presumptuous in front of higher level hunters.Today is not a good time.He needs to be patient.

Groves skipped away regretfully.

Tom put away his homemade pocket knife and told himself, frowning impatiently, that one day he was going to kill that Groves.Don't think he didn't see the appetite for himself in his eyes.

"You're a little impatient, why?" Hannibal put a paper bookmark into the page he was looking at and closed the book, looking at Tom curiously.

Because he found he couldn't find a way to contact the Death Eaters!Damn Dumbledore came up with a wonderful way this time, sealing his magic power and throwing him into an American Muggle prison. Except for him and the traitor, probably no one would have imagined that the British Dark Lord would be imprisoned in this kind of prison. place.And in a ghostly place like Oz, not to mention snakes, not even a fly can fly in, and he can't send any information to the outside.

Tom wouldn't say a word about it to a Muggle, no matter which Muggle it was, even if it was Hannibal Lecter.So he calmly told Hannibal: "Gloves wants to eat me, I can see it."

Hannibal blinked his bright blue eyes: "How do you tell?"

Tom glanced at him, and the old man couldn't help but lean forward slightly, staring intently at himself.He shrugged: "He looks at me like a lamb chop that can walk."

Hannibal smiled, and at the same time stood up with the book in his hand, his voice soft: "Then you have to be careful."

Tom watched him go up the stairs, and walked back to the dormitory unhurriedly with his hands behind his back.The cover of the book in his hand flashed past his eyes "The Mystery of the Kitchen", which was a book teaching cooking skills.

He strolled over to a table and sat down. Opposite him was an old man holding a poker card, and there were some spread out on the table.Tom Riddle smiled at the old man: "Hey, can you bring me one?"

Bob Libido looked up and smiled kindly: "Why not."

Tom was flipping a seven of spades from Bob as Karimu led his Muslim brothers to their daily prayers.He takes the seven of spades and at the same time shows his cards down to Bob for his choice.When Bob's hand was vacillating on the board, Tom suddenly asked him, "Do you know what crime Lecter committed?"

Bob hesitated for a long time before picking a 3 of clubs, which made him very disappointed. He gave him a strange look when he heard Tom's question: "I thought you didn't care."

"It was true before." Tom withdrew his hand with a smile, and touched a card again. He shook the card between his fingers: "But now I think it is necessary to get to know my roommate."

"Doctor Lecter is a famous ogre, you don't even know it." The answer was a black boy who was watching the battle. His hair was scattered around like instant noodles and he was sitting in a wheelchair because his lower.half.body Completely unconscious.According to him, this is the consequence of being retaliated by the note.

"I've been poorly informed, and I wasn't in the U.S. before that."

Bob was drawn to the subject: "Yeah, I hear your accent, are you British?"

Tom picked another good card and added it to his hand: "Is it so obvious? Or you Americans are very sensitive to this."

A black man in a wheelchair held a playing card in his hand: "Man, don't you know that American women are crazy about British accents. They think it's very sexy."

"That's such a pity. I came to Oz as soon as I came to America." Tom couldn't see any regret on his handsome face. He raised an eyebrow at Bob and showed him all the cards in his hand : "Hey, I won."

Bob snatched Tom's hand and carefully read it several times to make sure he was right and the other party had not cheated before he complained dissatisfiedly: "Next time I will definitely not play poker with you. You were directly picked by the British." Sent into Oz? Amazing. They've always looked down on police in America."

Tom joked, "Maybe I think I'm more suitable here. Lecter is an ogre? It's hard to tell."

The black guy excitedly collected the cards and began to shuffle them, and said to Bob: "Let me play a game." He replied to Tom: "He is at the top of their food chain, you have to be careful. He is better than that Glo Fuss is much higher level."

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