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

"Bob told me," Groves whispered to Tom.

"Oh, Bob Ribido." Tom relaxed again, lounging back in his chair. "He knows everything, and he claims God told him."

Groves could hear the disdain in his tone, he moved his thigh uneasily: "Don't you believe it?"

Tom gave him a meaningful look and said calmly, "If you mean the part about Otraney, I believe it. If you mean God, man, I don't believe in God." He stood up and patted this The strong shoulders of the long-haired young man are ready to leave.

Probably this action gave Groves the illusion that Tom accepted him.He stood up and stuck to Tom, and followed him like a puppy wagging his tail: "So you don't believe in God? My mother said that people who don't believe in God are not good people." He paused and added: "I Just trust God."

Tom laughed at him: "So you mean you're a nice guy?"

Groves nodded earnestly: "Of course." He frowned in bewilderment, with a puzzled look on his face: "But it seems that others don't think so."

"Gloves, good people don't stew their mothers with onions."

Groves pursed his lips. He now looked like a kid who didn't get his favorite toy and complained about his misunderstanding: "Because I love Mommy. I love Dad. They're the bad guys. They bought it from my refrigerator. I took my dad away and I just want to be with mom and dad forever."

"Good boy Groves, it seems that everyone is just trying to force you to grow up." Tom stepped up a flight of stairs and turned to look down at Groves, "I want to too. So when are you going to come with me?" ?”

Gloves blinked.Tom Riddle was a tall, slender young man, and even Groves had to look up at him as he climbed the stairs.Talking to Tom about his beloved parents made him feel very happy and relaxed, and he felt that their relationship has taken a step forward.

Groves wanted to convey that feeling to Tom, he wanted to tell each other, hey, we can be friends, I love you like I love my mom and dad.Tom Tom, you have hair that looks so soft, and my brother's eyes.I've always wanted a brother, I think he'll look like you.Tom Tom, let's be friends and brothers.

So, he couldn't help but approached Tom cautiously at the same time, took a deep breath, and felt that the other party smelled like winter, and also like an evergreen pine tree.It was strange that a pine tree in winter should always remind him of his mother.

Groves said softly, softly, "Tom, you smell so good. Like Mommy smells."

"..."

Groves was feeling the pain on his face helplessly when Tom was knocked down by the rushing guards.He looked at the handsome young man in horror and bewilderment - now he was pinned to the ground by two strong prison guards - Groves yelled at Tom, "Why?"

Tom remained motionless as the prison guard folded his hands behind his back and restrained him, his eyes glowed like a wild beast: "I said before, get away."

Groves was dumbfounded, and still didn't know why he was suddenly attacked. They obviously had a good chat before, didn't they?

"I heard. So, what happened?" When Tom returned to the dormitory a few days later, Hannibal was sitting in a chair reading a book, and when he heard his footsteps, he looked up and asked him.

Tom crossed his arms and looked depressed: "It seems that Groves sees me as a substitute for his parents."

"Father or mother?" Hannibal always looked at the problem sharply.

Tom's expression became more gloomy: "Mother."

"Oh, this is starting to be interesting." Hannibal raised his legs and crossed his fingers on his knees in a tower shape. "I thought it was my father."

Tom raised his handsome eyebrows, and his voice warned him grimly, "Hannibal, don't treat me as your patient."

Hannibal shook his head, as if facing a wayward little boy: "Tom, my patients don't kill people casually. So, what do you gain?"

Tom was completely dark: "No!" He turned on the bed angrily, lay facing the wall, and didn't want to talk to Hannibal anymore.He doesn't want to talk to anyone right now!

Hannibal sighed, closed the book he was reading, and reminded the person who lost his temper: "Tom, you are in a hurry."

Tom was trying to do something with this incident, Hannibal knew that, but it was obvious that he had failed.Because Tom is too anxious. As a person who has no assistants among inmates or friendship among prison guards, what do you want to do alone?Well, you might as well hope that some terrorists come and hold Oz hostage.

"Be patient Tom, you still have a lifetime to escape from here." Hannibal's smiling voice sounded from behind Tom Riddle.

Yeah, time of a lifetime.

Yet while he was in this Muggle prison, he was dead.

He could imagine what would happen to the Death Eaters after he disappeared.They are not yet complete, they haven't really matured, their core strength will be destroyed, and those who are vacillating will be drawn in. He can imagine what Lestrange, Greengrass, Black, and Brandt will suffer.That's why he's anxious, that's why he's angry, and that's why he's anxious because he doesn't have time.The later he goes back, the more they will die.And, Malfoy, who knew what an already mad Malfoy would do.

Tom couldn't resist rolling over on his back and covering his eyes with the back of his hand.He didn't know the place, the rules of a Muggle prison, the American criminal world, and he didn't have time.

"Hannibal, let's make a deal." Tom heard his voice faintly coming from another dimension.

Hannibal wasn't surprised to hear Tom Riddle asked for a deal.In fact, if he had to say it, the only thing that surprised him was the time he asked for.He thought he'd bring it up when he first arrived.

Tom Riddle is different.He's different from everyone here.Hannibal was well aware of this.Yes, he did kill people.But in Oz, in the Emerald City, who hasn't killed a few people?But if you look at other people, when you really start looking, digging around, you'll find that Tom Riddle is a freak.

He is dangerous and arrogant.Hannibal could see clearly that Tom Riddle looked down on everyone here, including him, the prison guards, and the prison officer. He even sneered at the priest and the others.What shaped his arrogance that was so deeply concealed?Like a fool.Obviously looks very smart, doesn't it?

Hannibal smiled: "Tom, I can help you, but there is a premise."

When the confinement was lifted the next day, as soon as Tom opened the door, he saw Bob Libido walking towards him. The old man was still wearing a shirt and a gray woolen vest before entering the confinement room with him. He didn't even know he was wearing that vest. It has been many years, and even the washing of the starch can't cover up the embarrassment of its flying threads.When he saw Tom, he raised his head and said hello: "Yo."

Tom hesitated for a while, and trotted to follow him to the restaurant after Libido had walked a certain distance: "Hi, Bob. I thought you didn't want to see me."

"Why, because you scratched Gloves's face?" Bob Libido followed the mafia boss Nino in line for food, and he turned back to Tom and stared at his nervous, gray blue eyes. With dark eyes, "I'm just his protector, or the one who has passed the protection period. But, Tom, why are you doing this?"

"Probably because he's about to drool staring at me." Tom looked innocent.I have to say, no one could curse him every time he made that look, even though they all knew Tom Riddle was a badass from the bottom of his head.

At this time, Libido made a very strange expression: "You don't have to worry about Tom. God told me, Groves won't eat you."

Oh, of course he doesn't.Because before that he would have killed him.Or better yet, get out of Oz.

Today's breakfast is an apple, two pieces of whole wheat bread, a slice of bacon and a carton of milk.Tom picked up a random place to sit down with the tray, and then he realized that sitting next to him were Beecher and Ryan O'Reilly.Apparently a lot happened while he was in that damn brig.Beecher didn't even sit with Slinger.

As a result, when Slinger sat next to him, Tom almost swears.He hated Schlinger, the neo-Nazi leader, and Tom just wanted to punch Tom when he looked at Tom with those blue pupils he claimed to be pure Aryan.

Racism, seriously, the dude did a good job, at least Tom did the same thing he did before he came to Oz, except, sometimes you don't need a reason to hate someone.

So when Springer greeted Tom he just nodded nonchalantly.

"So, didn't Dr. Lecter sit with you today? It's rare." Springer seemed not to notice Tom's indifference, and continued to talk to him.He always thought that Hannibal had taken a fancy to Tom Riddle, so it wouldn't be easy for him to grab other people's food.But it doesn't seem so now?

Tom smirked at him: "Dr. Lecter sends you his regards."

Beecher, who was sitting beside him sullenly, quickly glanced at Tom and then quickly lowered his head. He still had some temperament as a lawyer outside, which made him very conspicuous among the prisoners.

"Come on, Riddle." Slinger tilted his head to the other side, "I think we can talk."

"Oh, that's a pity, I don't think so." Tom threw the bitten apple back on the dinner plate in disgust, "It's terrible." Ryan O'Reilly echoed him, and then asked He: "I have something delicious here. Do you want some? Just after breakfast."

Tom realized in an instant that he was selling drugs to himself, and he flatly refused.Standing up with the plate in hand, "No O'Reilly, you can keep it for yourself."

O'Reilly gave his usual smile—one corner of his mouth turned up, half a smile, looking cynical, thinking of some bad idea.He yelled to Tom loudly: "Hey, remember to call me if you want to try it in the future!"

Tom rolled his eyes with his back turned and tossed the tray back into the kitchen.Eat shit go O'Reilly he has no interest in sex at all, you've already seduced Beecher and aren't you satisfied? ?