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

? The Prisoner of Oz didn't find out Tom Riddle had been sent away until class time.They were surprised to see Dollard sitting where Tom had been, turning his pen over Tom Riddle's class notes.

Francis Dollard still looked gloomy, he lowered his head as if he didn't notice other people's pointing.It's just that the ballpoint pen between the fingers is spinning faster and faster, flipping back and forth on the palm of the hand at a dizzying speed.

So, when Moriarty walked into the classroom to prepare for class, he was not surprised to find that the "students" below him were staring at his face with unprecedented positivity, and occasionally glanced at the classmate in the seat closest to the blackboard.

Following the gazes of the prisoners, Moriarty saw Dollard clearly, and after looking into those blue-gray eyes for a moment, he tilted his head and picked up a piece of chalk to write an equation on the blackboard: "Today we To learn..."

Accompanied by the chalk dust falling down one after another, the blackboard was stamped and rattled.For two full hours, under the eyes of other prisoners scratching their heads and curiously, Moriarty and Dollard were the only two calm people in the classroom. One explained the knowledge as usual, and the other quietly took notes. , it was no different from before Riddle was sent away!The only difference is that Dollard, who replaced Riddle in the role, is just as good as his predecessor.

Their calm reaction made everyone even more curious.

So after failing to intercept the fast-moving Dollard, O'Reilly went directly to Riddle's roommate before he left: "Hey, Jim!"

Moriarty was wiping the writing on the blackboard. Hearing his voice, he turned around. The brown-haired young man stood at the door of the classroom with a puzzled face. The face that always had a sly smile finally did not smile Meaning: "What's going on here?"

Moriarty patted the chalk dust off his body, and walked towards the door, with a blank and innocent face: "What?"

"Don't play dumb. Tom Riddle, when was he sent away?" O'Reilly caught up with the fast-moving Moriarty.They walked down the simple steel stairs. There were not many people in the rest hall, and a prison guard walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back.

Moriarty stopped and looked back at O'Reilly who was a few steps above: "Mike Minus took him away this morning. I don't know anything else, understand?"

O'Reilly stared into his dark and cold eyes, fell silent for a while and sighed: "Okay, I'll ask Mike Minus."

"I'm not interested, O'Reilly." Moriarty turned his head and continued walking down. He waved his hand with his back to O'Reilly, "You can check it yourself, and you don't need to report to me."

O'Reilly watched him walk through the lounge and towards the library, and doubts appeared in his eyes again: Moriarty was too calm, did he not take Riddle seriously, or did he think he was sent to the library? Is it worthless to leave?

Moriarty, who didn't try to hide it at all, turned a corner and saw Dolard leaning against the wall waiting for him.He raised a smile and ran over, happily hugging Dollard's shoulder: "How is it?"

Dolard slowly turned his face to face him, his voice was low but he spoke clearly: "Very successful, just wait for them to come over and then we can leave."

"That's a good plan." Moriarty scratched the tip of his nose, and praised with a smile, "No one would have thought that it wasn't Tom Riddle who was sent away. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is still impossible to change the appearance and eye color at will. .”

Dollard, or the real Tom Riddle, as he should be called by now, also smiled slightly: "I'm just a little surprised that my previous professor didn't recognize me. To be honest, I'm a little disappointed."

He just told Dollard some important points, but he didn't expect that the other party would imitate him flawlessly, and even Dumbledore didn't realize that he was not him.The lack of magic power is not because of being sealed, but because of being a real Muggle.So, no matter how advanced Muggle technology is, magic is still easier to use in some ways.Moriarty had to admit it too, for example...

"Hey, let's have a glass of wine and come out to celebrate." Moriarty happily proposed, his eyes fixed on Tom's fingers, not letting go of any muscle tremors in him.

Tom rejected him blankly: "I'm not a magician. Magic can't be created out of thin air."

The basis of magical deformation is to change the structure of an object itself, rather than creating something out of thin air, which is a bit like the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy.No matter how powerful a wizard is, he can't create items casually. The one who can do this is probably a god.

Moriarty smacked his lips regretfully, and took out a cigarette from his pocket: "Let me see it?"

Tom glanced at him and took the cigarette.Since the magic seal was lifted, the magic power that disappeared for two years could not feel better flowing in the body again.To wizards, magic power is probably like the blood in the body of ordinary people, and they have long been accustomed to their existence.And if one day they suddenly couldn't feel that familiar power, any wizard would panic.

What's more, the more top wizards, the better they can control their magic power, and the more sensitive they are.It is conceivable how restless he would be when he found that his magic power was imprisoned, and he couldn't find the surge of magic power he was used to.

Picking up the silent and wandless magic that had been neglected for more than a year, the former Dark Lord was satisfied to find that he hadn't regressed much, at least he didn't make mistakes with this simple transfiguration.

Compared to his joy, Moriarty drooped the corner of his mouth: "What is this?" He snatched the bottle of drink from Tom in disgust, and shook it, "Is this the wine you wizards drink? ?”

The black liquid in the transparent plastic bottle was shaking back and forth, and bubbles were bubbling upwards from the bottom. Tom's smile deepened: "This is the only one, you don't need to drink it." Muggle drink, which seems to be called... "Coke?"

In short, after Maria got the potion from Gamp, she felt that it looked exactly like Coke, so she simply sent the potion in a Coke bottle to Oz.I don't know how Moriarty passed the God-searching inspection with great powers, and brought back this considerable weight.

"No, change back to me again." Moriarty regretted it. Compared with carbonated drinks, smoking a cigarette is better.Tom waved him away impatiently: "If you don't drink it, throw it away." What does he think he is?Are you a magician? You can command whatever you want.

Moriarty hesitated for a while, made a grimace for Tom with a vivid expression, opened the drink bottle and took a sip, but immediately spit it out: "What the hell is this!" Del played twice in a row. Is this disgusting taste Coke?Damn wizard!

Tom opened his eyes innocently, and blinked: "I've never drank Coke. You forgot, I drank potion before, and that's what it tastes like." Then he turned around and rushed into the library not far away , to prevent being affected by Moriarty's anger.

As soon as he stepped into the library, the plastic bottle full of black liquid hit the wall next to him, startling everyone in the library to look this way.Tom quickly spread his hands and indicated to the prison guards that he was a victim, his voice returning to Dollard's ambiguity: "It's Moriarty, he's gone crazy."

The prison guard in charge of security in this area walked out suspiciously with his baton. Tom shrugged and wished the comrades of the prison guards good luck in his heart. It seemed that he accidentally really angered Moriarty just now.

Oh, who cares, he finally escaped from this prison, and it's time to celebrate.

After recovering his magic power, Tom, who successfully contacted several heartfelt Death Eaters, welcomed his subordinates that night.A few pure-blood nobles headed by Orion Black quietly appeared in Dollard's dormitory at night, and at the same time a red light shot at Dollard's roommate, making the awakened prisoner fall asleep again.

"My lord." The black-haired nobleman in a black wizard robe and a hood respectfully saluted Tom who was half sitting on the bed, and the other two Death Eaters behind him were dressed in the same way.Tom raised his mouth slightly, jumped off the bed, raised his arms and stretched his body: "Where is my wand?"

Thirteen and a half inches long, yew wood, cored with phoenix feathers.Tom picked up the wand from the box Orion was holding, fondled the wand lightly with his fingers reminiscently, and whispered softly: "Long time no see, old man." At the same time, the twisted scar on his upper lip gradually disappeared , the blue-gray eyes glowed from all around, and soon turned into a bright red like blood.

Dollard disappeared, replaced by Tom Riddle.

Orion noticed this when he looked up, and was startled: "Lord, your eyes?"

Tom smiled and put his index finger on his lips and whispered: "Don't worry about it, it will recover soon. Now, let's go pick up my friend."

friend?Orion and his companion glanced at each other, not knowing who the Dark Lord was referring to, and the friend the lord had personally admitted... So far, there was only Malfoy, the traitor.

And when they saw the friend in Tom's mouth, they were even more surprised.Because Voldemort, who is famous for hating Muggles the most, actually shouted happily: "Moriarty, how long are you going to sleep?"

How long has it been since Orion saw the adults, no, Riddle spoke in such a relaxed tone?He couldn't remember it, but only vaguely remembered that when the other party was still studying at Hogwarts, there was still some youthful vigor on his body.Riddle once played a prank on Gryffindor with a group of them at the Christmas Eve ball. When the boy laughed, his eyes sparkled, as if all the stars were gathered in those dark pupils.That was the last time Orion had seen him smile so happily.

Voldemort had changed.Orion noticed this keenly. This kind of change is very complicated. He couldn't explain it clearly at the moment, but what is certain is that this kind of change is in a good direction.

In the shadow of the hood, Orion inspected the Muggles who had been given special treatment by Voldemort—he was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, rolled over from the top bunk, and with black hair and black eyes, he looked curiously at the three black-robed wizards.Apart from good looks, he really couldn't see anything about this man that the duke could win over.

Moriarty's eyes glowed with excitement, and he lowered his voice to avoid waking up the prisoners in other dormitories: "What are you going to do?"

Tom looked back at the three subordinates, and finally decided to let Orion step forward: "You take him out."

Not knowing where the Apparation took place, Tom couldn't move out on his own, and certainly couldn't take Moriarty with him.Of the three people who came, only Orion was the calmest. If he asked the other two to take this obviously excited guy out, he would probably see the light of the curse right after the apparition ended.