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

?In the crowd of demons dancing wildly, the two kissed deeply.The restless and flickering blue light hit them, and the eyes of both sides reflected the other's blue face as they flickered on and off.

Nothing else matters.The world is dark, only each other's faces are clearly visible on each other's retinas.

Suddenly Voldemort's heart moved and he raised his head.But when he looked in the direction of the magic wave, there were only a few men hugging and flirting leaning on the bar.

Is it an illusion? They are all ordinary people without magical powers.

"What?" Moriarty noticed Voldemort's abnormal behavior, followed him to the bar, and raised an eyebrow, "Are you interested in junkies?"

"No, it's nothing." Voldemort withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and dismissed it lightly.He reached out and hooked the black rope around Moriarty's neck and pulled him off the dance floor. Along the way, he passed other people who were still dancing and shaking their heads. They all showered this handsome dancing guy and his equally handsome lover with hot eyes.

Even at the bar, there were people who were willing to invite Voldemort and Moriarty to have a threesome.

When they walked out of the bar, the people behind chased them out unwillingly, and shouted at them in the narrow passage between the two gates: "Aren't you really going to come once? You are all satisfied."

Moriarty laughed loudly, turned his head and whistled at the man: "Sorry! My partner only accepts 1V1!"

Voldemort tidied up his clothes slowly, without commenting on it.He felt that he was extremely tolerant tonight, and even had the illusion that he could face everything calmly.

However, something soon proved that this was really just his illusion, and he would still be ruthless when meeting certain people.

Three wizards came face to face from the streets at midnight, their robes swelled up by the magic power in the night, like some kind of weird nocturnal creatures.It wasn't until they walked from the shadows to the streetlights that Voldemort realized that these three wizards were the backbone elites of the Order of the Phoenix, or the kind who had a deep hatred for the pure-blood nobles.One of the leaders, a brown-haired wizard, Voldemort, still has a little impression, um, he has an impression of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts every year. Not everyone has the courage to bear the curse of the Dark Lord to take up this teaching position. .

"Ha! Who would have thought that the Dark Lord of the wizarding world would appear in the Muggle world, and with a Muggle man." Ozborn pointed at Voldemort with his holly wand and companions, and sarcastically sarcastically.His voice echoed in the quiet street, splashing and echoing as it hit the darkened shop windows on both sides.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, did not answer, and looked at them expressionlessly, with cold and disdainful eyes, as if looking at three clowns.

This attitude is very effective in enraging the enemy.Ozborn's eyes were even more angry, with a vicious expression on his face. He glanced at the clothes on the Dark Lord's body, and continued: "You are still wearing Muggle clothes. You said that your followers will know about your current appearance, won't you?" Will you go mad with anger? Their king, a descendant of Slytherin, the Dark Lord who is famous in the wizarding world, unexpectedly mixed with a group of Muggles, will the group of nobles tear you apart in a fit of anger?" He was talking , trembling with excitement for his own vision, the tip of the staff also trembled slightly.

"Dark Lord, today I will avenge my brother who died!" Ozborn flicked his wand, just about to spit out the most vicious magic he knew, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.

Moriarty raised his hand and shouted as if a student had a question and wanted to ask, "Sorry, that, I have a question."

Voldemort glanced at him: even his voice was distorted with excitement, wondering what was going on in his head.

Of course Ozborn didn't know that the Muggle in front of him was the murderer who sent his two colleagues to hell before. He glanced at Moriarty's face and thought with disdain that this was just a Muggle who climbed onto the Dark Lord's bed with his face. melon.Therefore, Ozborn, who considers himself a protector of Muggles, softened his tone: "Tell me, what is your question?"

"I want to know, he." Moriarty pointed to Voldemort, who was standing beside him, looking relaxed with his hands hanging by his sides, "what did he do to make you call him the Dark Lord?" This title, even he has not been crowned.Moriarty would not tell others, as his distorted personality since he was a child, his biggest dream is to be called the devil respectfully and fearfully one day.What on earth did Tom Riddle do to become one of the most dangerous dark wizards in history in the small wizarding world?

"He delved into the evil black magic, threatened and lured a group of subordinates to work for him. They are all black magic enthusiasts, do you know how many people they killed in the magic world? Including my brother, so far There are dozens of people! In addition to Muggles, there are also some highly respected great magicians! Although he has not done anything since he came back, I also know that he is brewing a more evil plan. He and his group of men are like in the gutter The rats in the grass, the poisonous snakes in the grass, are planning some terrible actions all the time. Their heads are full of dark and bloody thoughts! Muggle, I advise you to stay away from him, he is not an ordinary person, he is a devil! A devil! Ozborn probably thought that Moriarty was one of the people who was bewitched and deceived by Voldemort, so he said a lot of words to persuade the Muggle.

However, Moriarty, who had heard him say so much, only caught one point of attention: "Only a few dozen people?" Demon King?"

Voldemort sneered, both for the ignorant Osborn, and for the maddened Moriarty.As far as he knew, more than 100 people died in a recent crime consultation provided by Moriarty alone. No wonder he looked down on the number of lives in his hands.How do you say that in Muggle language?A hundred hells are not enough for people like them.

Oz hadn't expected that what he said was dry, and he got such a result.He stared at Moriarty dumbfounded for a long time before he had to admit that this Muggle had been completely brainwashed by the Dark Lord!It's all the Dark Lord's fault! (Voldemort: ...)

Moriarty turned to Voldemort and asked desperately, "Are they serious?"

Voldemort laughed again, and glanced contemptuously at the three wizards who were still in a state of astonishment: "You should tell them how many people you killed, maybe I will become a good person in their eyes immediately."

He felt that the excitement was almost over, and it was time to end this farce.Of course, this attack must have been the initiative of the three idiots on the opposite side, but I don't know how Dumbledore would feel after seeing their dead bodies.

The yew wood wand slipped into his hand, and the other party immediately became vigilant. Unfortunately, no matter how vigilant they were and how quick their reactions were, they could not compare to the silent and wandless magic performed by the Dark Lord himself.

The colorful magic light instantly illuminates the whole street.Moriarty had already stepped aside, avoiding the battlefield of the wizards.He stretched himself, took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket, and made a call: "Hey, yes, at least one of them will be done."

The wizards in the battle didn't notice it, but Voldemort, their enemy, clearly saw a red spot appearing on the head of one of the wizards.He dodged a curse on the opposite side, and with a wave of his hand, the entire street was lifted up, rushing towards the opposite side like a wave.

Ozzy originally thought that as a former Auror and now a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, his level of magic was sufficient. With the addition of two other excellent comrades in arms, not to mention killing the Dark Lord, he could at least make him Injuried.Taking ten thousand steps back, even if they are invincible, they should be able to escape!

However, this confidence was shattered to pieces within a few minutes of the battle.He finally understood why so many wizards feared the Dark Lord, why so many nobles praised their master.

He obviously doesn't look very old, but this magical power, this skill of casting magic...Damn it!Had he been learning the dark arts since he was born? !

Facing the rolling stone wall several meters high, Ozben rolled sideways recklessly, but found in despair that both sides were directly blocked by the Dark Lord with black magic!

The wall made of sharp broken stones pressed down on his head, and he had to do his best to add several armors to protect himself.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by smoke and dust that spread all over the sky. From a certain building beside the street, a gun equipped with a gun fired a bullet. The bullet rotated at high speed, rushed into the smoke, and flew straight to a certain place. Individual temples.

With three bangs, Moriarty, who had raised his foot towards Voldemort, paused, and suddenly turned in the direction of the three wizards.

In his scorching sight, the gunpowder smoke slowly dissipated, and there were three people lying on the ground, only one figure stood tall and straight amidst the rubble all over the ground.Still holding his hands up, the outsider who blocked all attacks with his own strength had a long beard and wore a robe with a strange pattern of stars and moons. He looked at Voldemort and said in a serious voice, "Tom."

Voldemort seemed to have expected him to appear a long time ago, put down his hands, and greeted him politely with a slight nod: "Good night, Principal Dumbledore."

Moriarty rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes and smiled: things are getting more and more interesting.Unwilling to be lonely, he raised his hand to greet the old wizard: "Hi, Mr. Principal, good evening~"

Dumbledore slowly put down his wand, looked around the messy street, then looked again at the black-haired young man with cold and dark eyes, and sighed: "Tom, why don't you change places? You don't want to be caught by your Ministry of Magic colleagues either. Let's catch it right?"

Voldemort fiddled with his wand, thought for a moment without haste, and as a way of doing Dumbledore's face, he reluctantly nodded and agreed to his invitation.He walked over, wanting Moriarty to go back first, but he didn't expect the other party to grab his arm, his eyes sparkled: "I'm going too!"

Voldemort glanced at Dumbledore who was waiting for him, and agreed without thinking, "Hold on to me." Then he waved his wand and used Apparation at the same time as the old wizard more than ten meters away.

When the Ministry of Magic officials arrived, they were greeted only by broken pavement and three unconscious wizards. ?