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

?Hannibal was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. The shadow enveloped his whole body. The cold light from the TV screen outside the cell illuminated a small piece of white concrete floor in front of his feet. On the screen was a priest who read the Bible devoutly. Make him bored.Baltimore Mental Asylum was indeed far more boring than Oz, where each patient had his own cell, and there was no chance of getting out of the cell, let alone standing in the sun.All the cells are located more than ten meters deep underground, standing side by side, without windows, cold and damp, and a dark corridor against the wall for the guards to deliver meals to the patients every day.

In addition, the iron railings isolate a small lonely space for everyone. (Hannibal got special treatment in this matter, his cell had an extra layer of bulletproof glass in addition to the railing)

—Lonely, but not quiet.The multi-faceted people next door and some other prisoners get sick from time to time and make all kinds of weird noises. You don't want to communicate with them, because they are a group of lunatics who have lost their logic.Every day, the only living person that Hannibal can see is Barney who brings him food. After several failed interrogations by Dr. Holden and being teased by him in reverse, he is determined not to step into this cold place again. One step down the underground corridor.

boring.boring.boring.

Life goes on day after day, nothing new.Not long ago, Hannibal attacked a nurse, and was punished by confiscating all the paintbrushes and books, and replaced it with the opposite TV, which played sermons all day long. Under the order of Doctor Holden, Barney had to put the TV Turn the volume up to maximum.This constant noise has managed to drive several other prisoners crazy so far.

A clanging sound came from next door.What appears to be the Multifaceted Man from the adjacent cell, Max, begins to slam his iron bed against the wall again.It is said that before he entered here, he had raped and killed thirteen girls. Unfortunately, he escaped the death penalty because of his abnormal brain, and was instead sent to a mental hospital for observation as a typical case.Hannibal hasn't spoken to Max since the day he came in.In his mind, Max wasn't even a human being.

Hannibal closed his eyes in the darkness, and the pastor's voice continued to come: "I know your deeds, hard work, and patience, and I know that you cannot tolerate the wicked. You have also tested those who call themselves apostles but are not apostles. Yes, see that they are fake."

"You also endured, you have labored for my name's sake, and you are not weary."

"But I have one thing against you, that you have forsaken your first love."

"..."

The sermons in my ears gradually faded away, replaced by Bach's "Goldberg Variations".What is being played is the first variation of it.Hannibal couldn't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful piano sound, his fingers danced in the air, and walked step by step in the golden memory palace with the beat of the music.Forward, forward, pause, forward again, turn.

Hannibal stopped and opened a door.It was a heavy wooden door, the door handle was an ancient style of gold carving, engraved with complicated patterns, it felt cold to the touch in the hand.As soon as the door was opened, a special smell came in the room.Hannibal closed his eyes and took a deep sniff of the smell like the winter forest.Bitter and fresh, like a forest that has survived since ancient times whispering to you.The smell contains the history buried in time.

Walking into the room, Hannibal opened his eyes, this is a showroom.The left and middle walls are covered with moving portraits, all of which are of the same person.The characters and the background are all in black and white, only the eyes of the portrait are colored.The eyes of the person in the picture on the left wall are dark brown, with bright red in the middle.The movements of these portraits are all different: some are climbing the stairs, some are eating, some are talking: some are expressionless, and some are smiling.All the portraits are combined into a documentary of a person's daily life.

Tom Riddle.The name is engraved in bronzing script on the lower frame of each painting.It is the name of the person in the picture.He has black curly hair, pale skin, handsome but gloomy eyebrows, which are fully expressed in black and white.No, it should be said that only black and white can fully express his complex temperament, and too many colors will be superfluous.

Hannibal looked up and carefully examined the portraits and the people on them.The one facing him was a half-length portrait, and the figure inside was struggling wildly with bright red eyes open.He seemed to be forcibly pressed on the bed, his hair was a little messy, and the veins on his neck were bulging, obviously struggling hard.The thin lips of the character opened and closed before saying something.Hannibal looked away, turned his head to look at the wall on the right, there was only a portrait hanging near the corner of the wall, and the rest of the frames were blank canvases—because he was sent out of Oz, about Tom Lee Del's records also came to an abrupt end.

This is one of Hannibal's greatest regrets so far.The other thing is that he didn't kill Will Graham himself.

He couldn't help sighing, and the sigh fell into the air, splashing a little dust.

The melody in the ear continued to flow, getting faster and higher, and finally reached the highest point——Hannibal suddenly opened his eyes, and found that a person had been standing quietly outside his cell since no one knew when, Looking at him through the iron fence.This man was wrapped in a black robe, his face was hidden under the hood, only a pale chin and two thin lips were visible.The TV was glowing coldly behind the man in black, and the priest's mouth was still opening and closing, but the sound disappeared.

There was a dead silence all around.The multifaceted man next door, Max, didn't know when he stopped going crazy, and Hannibal heard his steady and subtle breathing.He hid in the darkness, and the man in black looked at each other through the fence, the air, the dust, the shadow between them.

"Good night, Doctor Lecter." After a long time, the man in black spoke.His voice was deep and soft, like a nightingale singing, like a violin.

"Good night, Tom," Hannibal replied.His eyes cut and peeled off the cover of the man in black one by one. His pair of blue eyes were cold and sharp even in the dark night, but at this moment, the coldness was slowly melting, and finally turned into a Shaking water shadow, "You look good."

"thanks to you."

Hannibal couldn't help laughing, what had he said?When Tom wants to please someone, even the devil can't help but soften his heart for him.He leaned against the wall and stood up, feeling a slight numbness in his legs after sitting for a long time.Hannibal stood in place for a while, and after the numbness passed, he took a few steps towards the iron railing, and half of his body was exposed to the white light from the TV.

He stared at Tom Riddle with bated breath for a while, when he heard the sound of a prisoner turning over and snoring in one of the cells.

He could feel the other party's eyes under the hood looking at him as well.

At the same time, in the memory palace in my mind, a portrait was raised from thousands of portraits and zoomed in: the person on it was sitting on a bench looking up, a red light flashed in his dark brown eyes, and the blond hair behind him Diane, the prison guard, was chattering about Oz: "Your cell is like your home, keep it clean and tidy. You have to exercise on time, attend classes, and participate in alcohol and drug abstinence counseling..."

At that time, the whole world was isolated, and only the two of them were left to examine and evaluate each other.The same is true at this time.

"Has the burning cabinet stopped?" Finally, Hannibal asked softly.

"..." Tom didn't answer immediately, he took a step back, just covering the TV screen - Hannibal in the cell melted into the shadows again.

The exposed thin lips were pursed, and the corners of the mouth slightly raised: "The flame is extinguished." His voice was also very soft, like a petal falling on the water, causing slight ripples.

Hannibal's smile deepened.At this moment, the iron railing between him and Tom made a harsh creaking sound. Accompanied by this noise, the two iron railings were bent and stretched outwards, as if being forcibly torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands. .The bulletproof glass that was originally behind the iron railing also shattered.

The solid glass that was originally impenetrable to bullets instantly turned into tiny particles like quicksand, and fell to the ground with a clatter, and the ground was immediately shiny.Hannibal stared at the tiny rolling glass beads with interest, thinking that this was the magic he'd always wanted to see.

"I owe you this."

Hearing this sentence, Hannibal remembered the existence of the caster Tom Riddle.But when he looked up, he found that the man in black had disappeared without a trace.

The next second, a sharp siren sounded, and Hannibal smiled helplessly and shook his head, like a tolerant teacher who sees a mischievous student playing tricks.

He squatted down and pulled out a piece of iron that he had previously hidden from the corner of the bed, raised his foot across the floor full of glass beads, passed through the curved and twisted railings, and walked briskly into the long dark corridor.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and his figure quickly merged into the deep darkness, while the other prisoners were still soundly asleep.

In the manor of the Dark Duke in the wizarding world, the fireplace was burning in the living room, and the soft magic light source illuminated the whole room like daytime. A big snake as thick as a bucket was eating ice cream in front of the fireplace.

Moriarty flipped through the "Daily Prophet", and the moving characters in the newspaper opened his eyes. What also surprised him was Tom's pet—the first time he saw an omnivorous snake.The white snake with blood-red eyes is named Nagini. It easily swallowed a lamb more than an hour ago, and now it is licking the butter on the plate.

The flame in the fireplace flickered suddenly, and a person walked out of the fireplace at the moment when the fire dimmed. He was wearing a black robe, his hair was slightly curly, and his blood-red eyes were shining brightly.

Tom took off the hood and squinted at Moriarty who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed: "You're not welcome at all."

In this person's hand, steaming hot coffee was served in an exquisite teacup, and there was no coffee in the manor, a drink that can be seen everywhere in the Muggle world.

Moriarty picked up the coffee and saluted him: "I have to say, your wizarding world is so backward in some aspects that it makes my jaw drop." He made an exaggerated surprised expression, and opened his mouth wide to show that his jaw has dropped More than once or twice.

"No TV, no radio, of course, not to mention the computer." Moriarty took a sip of the freshly baked brown liquid in his hand and sighed, "You know what I envy the most? Your house elves. This coffee is ground really not bad."

Before that, Lord Dark Lord, who looked down on creatures like house-elves at all, said he had nothing to say.He took off his outer robe, revealing his shirt and trousers, and casually placed his wand on the coffee table.

Seeing this, Moriarty held the white wooden stick in his hand to check it out, and weighed it with his hand: "This thing is really light."

He took out a handful of Brownings from his waist and threw them into Tom's arms: "This thing is also very useful, I'll give it to you."?