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

?Moriarty put his hands on each other's arms under the gesture of the leader of the three black-robed wizards. All three of them hid their faces under the hoods. This outfit is really like a typical drama novel witch.He also noticed that Riddle had an extra wooden stick in his hand. Well, he would be beaten up if he said that, but it was really a wooden stick, at most it was white.

One second Moriarty was still thinking about whether the stick was the so-called magic wand, and the next second he heard the owner on his shoulder whisper a phrase, and immediately, he felt dizzy.

It was as if he had been roughly stuffed into the sewer, and he was shuttled back and forth in the messy pipes with the water flow, and these pipes were still shaking back and forth, and the terrible dizziness comparable to a weightless machine flooded into his head.

When the light appeared again, Moriarty couldn't help but turn pale, covering his mouth with his hands.He suppressed the feeling of nausea and vomiting, pulled his hand back, stood up straight and looked around. The five of them were standing on a deserted narrow street at this moment.The elongated figures they cast on the ground also flickered on and off.However, the fresh scent of grass and trees poured into his nostrils. On one side of the path is a row of dense woods and bushes, and on the other side is the back wall of a tall building. There are only a few dark windows more than ten meters above.

It seemed that he was observing those windows, and the black-robed man who led him to move explained in a low voice: "We have confirmed that this abandoned area is temporarily uninhabited."

"Damn apparition." Moriarty complained softly, and he turned his head to look at Riddle, who had the same pale face and wrong expression, and the other party covered his mouth in the same posture as him.

"Wizard's mode of transportation." Moriarty put down his hand, took a deep breath of the cold night air, his body shivered physiologically in the low temperature of the night.Then, a warm current flowed down from the top of his head, filling the whole body, completely isolating the cold wind.He looked at the instigator, and the white wand between Tom's fingers was very obvious in the night: "A wizard's way of keeping warm."

Shaking his hands, Riddle raised his eyebrows and smiled at Moriarty triumphantly.

Moriarty shrugged, indicating that he had to appreciate the magic, then looked around and asked, "Where is the phone here?"

"Telephone?" A man in black sneered from under the hood, "We didn't notice Muggle tools."

His words made Moriarty narrow his eyes, and the smile on his face faded a little.Fortunately, before he got into trouble, Tom silenced the provocative subordinate, and at the same time put his wand in the palm of his hand and said softly, "Show me the way."

In Moriarty's eyes, a quite miraculous scene appeared. When Tom moved his hand away, the pale wand was suspended above the palm of his hand without any external help!The wand wobbled back and forth like a needle in a compass, and finally came to rest with the tip of the wand pointing in one direction.

"Come with me," Tom said to Moriarty, walking in the direction pointed by the tip of the stick.Behind them, Orion gave an elbow to his sneering companion: "You are crazy! Everyone said that this Muggle is his friend!"

The Death Eater was also shocked, and he stammered, "But, but... that's a, a Muggle!" How could a grown-up be really angry at a Muggle.

Orion sneered: "My lord has been in a Muggle prison for more than a year. If you don't want to be reprimanded, you should be smart." After speaking, he followed closely and followed the two who had already walked away.

Seeing the red telephone booth on the side of the street, Tom stopped and retracted his wand, turned his head and said to Moriarty, "I won't go there."

Moriarty didn't have any objection to this, he just winked behind the two of them: "Your men are quite interesting."

"..." Tom rubbed the wand in his palm, and replied lightly, "Even if I'm a little stupid, I'm still my subordinate."

"Okay, okay." Moriarty waved his hand boredly to signal that he understood and would not trouble that guy just now, "Then...see you back to England?"

His raised smile looked meaningful under the streetlights.

Tom and those dark eyes looked at each other for a moment, then looked away and looked at the phone booth across the road: "Let's talk about it when you can go back." The two of them escaped from Oz, and they will probably be put on the list of wanted criminals with high rewards .

Moriarty stroked his lips with his index finger: "Then we will meet again soon." He turned and crossed the road without hesitation, and trotted towards the telephone booth.

Tom stood in the dark, silently watching his back.Orion hesitated for a moment, but stepped forward to ask for instructions: "Lord, shall we leave?"

"...Let's go."

Moriarty stuffed a coin from a nearby shop into the coin slot, pressed a few buttons and put the microphone close to his ear.Looking at the path he came and went, there was no one there.

In Diagon Alley a month later, Abraxas Malfoy walked out of the potion shop with a look of haste.Recently, due to the return of the Dark Lord, everyone is in panic. The number of wizards in Diagon Alley has decreased a lot. Everyone is huddled in their homes and dare not go out, fearing that they will be retaliated by the rebellious Death Eaters.It’s just that so far, no attacks have occurred. In fact, the British wizarding community knew that the Dark Lord’s return was because of that person who showed up at the Ministry of Magic. The wizards who happened to be working at the Ministry of Magic at that time were stunned. Something is wrong with the eyes.

After disappearing suddenly for two years, the Dark Lord who had no news of him unexpectedly appeared at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic without warning.The wizard in charge of receiving the guests froze behind the desk in fright, and the stack of documents in his hand fell to the marble floor with a clatter.

However, what no one expected was that the Dark Lord glanced at the document expressionlessly, strode over and threw it into the receptionist's arms. The air-conditioning on his body seemed to freeze the entire reception hall.All the wizards stared at him blankly, not knowing whether they were frightened by the news of the Dark Lord's return, or by the way the other party knelt down to help pick up the documents.At least the receptionist petrified all the sounds from the outside world at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finding that there was no response to his words, Tom tapped his fingers on the table impatiently: "Have you recovered?"

The unlucky wizard trembled, and his blank eyes gradually became brighter after being stunned. After meeting a pair of blood-red eyes, he seemed to have been poured cold water on his head——was completely awake: "yes!"

He jumped up from his seat suddenly, and accidentally knocked the document that had just dropped off the table again with such a wide range of movements.But this time, before the Duke of Darkness stretched out his hand, he quickly squatted under the table to pick up the scattered papers.

Then secretly wiped the cold sweat under the cover of the table, and stood up with a smile on his face: "I don't know what I can do for you?"

Tom rolled his lips into a half-smile, and his voice was soft and deep: "I want to see the Minister." He said while thinking, but whether it was from his tone or the expression on his brows, it indicated that if he didn't see British magic today Minister, he will never give up!

The receptionist wiped his forehead again. He sat down and hurriedly wrote a note and stuffed it into a golden machine on the left. After a rattling sound, the machine turned and swallowed the note.The receptionist raised his head and forced a smile from his face that was about to twitch with nervousness: "Please wait a moment, soon, soon."

Tom didn't speak, and looked up at the other people in the Ministry of Magic, seeing that they were all looking at him and couldn't help frowning.Many wizards who saw it discovered this. After a period of silent eye contact, the quiet reception hall became noisy again.It's just that these noises are pale, like a fragile cotton thread stretched weakly, and it will be disconnected from it every second.

The current British Minister of Magic jumped out of the elevator and hurried towards the entrance Tom.He stretched out his hand with a smile all over his face and exclaimed loudly, "Oh, thank Merlin! You are back, Duke!" Because he performed too hard, he stretched his arms forward so hard, wrapping his body tightly The vest was squeezed out by the fat and creaked|groaned.

Tom waited expressionlessly for him to walk in front of him, and then reluctantly raised his hand to hold the other's: "Hello, long time no see."

"Yes, long time no see." A drop of sweat slipped from the temple of the Minister of Magic and hung on his temple. As the facial muscles squeezed and twisted harder, beads of sweat slid down the round cheeks to the chin, and then slid into the in the collar.The exaggerated smile of the Minister of Magic made Tom twitch his lips.

But he would not underestimate the wizard in front of him because of this.Before he entered Oz, that is, before he was betrayed by Malfoy, this man was in the right and left between him and Dumbledore, trying to please each other.At that time, he didn't take him seriously, thinking that he was just a clown, but it was this clown who saw Malfoy's betrayal, and he was the Death Eater who didn't get madly revenged after he entered Oz anger.Even a clown has his special means of survival.His value is much higher than what I thought in my mind before.

Thinking of this, Tom smiled, and his cold and stern temperament instantly softened, and the lack of disobedience during the transformation made the Minister of Magic amazed.He saw the Duke of Darkness smiling, holding his hand, and asked politely: "I don't know if I have the honor to share today's tea time with the Minister?"

The Minister of Magic, who originally planned to let others inform Dumbledore to come as soon as he had the opportunity, changed his mind at this moment.He also covered the back of the Duke's pale hand with the other hand, and shook the other's hand up and down with both hands, with a very enthusiastic attitude: "Oh, of course, of course. This is my honor, I always want to have a good time with the Duke to chat."

No one knew what the Minister and the Dark Duke had talked about, the wizards only saw that when they came out of the room, both of them were very satisfied.The Dark Lord even put his hand on the half-breed Minister of Magic and kindly invited him to a dinner at his manor on weekends.The Minister for Magic, of course, agreed with a big smile.

None of these Abraxas Malfoy had seen.He was still at Malfoy Manor at the time, and had learned about the Dark Lord's presence at the Ministry from someone else afterward.After he heard the news, he froze in place.After being shouted for a long time by the colleague who told him about it, he finally came back to his senses and forced a smile to apologize for his distraction.

Ever since he learned of the Dark Lord's return, Abraxas's heart has been scorching and painful like being scorched in the flames of hell all the time: How could he come back?How can he come back?Wasn't he sent away by them!Obviously Dumbledore checked it himself, and he also saw Tom being sent to the helicopter with his own eyes... Which link went wrong? !