mystery lover

"Tom..." When he saw his father and brother standing not far away from the corner of the eye, there was still a trace of tension in Charles' voice, too many questions stuck in his chest, as if something was about to break out.

Voldemort followed the young man's gaze and glanced at Eric and Lucius on the side. With just one look, the head of the Malfoy family had already recovered from the treasure that belonged to Slytherin sent by his master, and there The meaning of the symbol has long been self-evident.

Lucius walked up to Charles and Voldemort respectfully, and the head of the McAvoy family suppressed the shock in his heart, and followed Lucius, although the old McAvoy looked There are still some unbelievable expressions that cannot be concealed.

Seeing his father approaching, Charles instinctively felt a little guilty and at a loss. Voldemort, who felt the teenager was uneasy, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the boy's shoulders, and hugged the little badger who was leaning against him into his arms.

"Honorable Sir, we are all looking forward to your presence." The magnificent aria sounded, and the words of the platinum nobleman were extremely skillful. They did not mention the master's name, but also indirectly pointed out that the master was more noble than anyone present. identity of.

Lucius, who had witnessed his master's actions and carefully observed the interaction between the Lord and the Hufflepuff boy, was very sure that his master would identify himself with the second son of the McAvoy family tonight.And as the Dark Lord's right-hand man, the thoughtful platinum aristocrat is of course willing to bury the next layer of construction in the McAvoy boy's heart before his master confesses.

And following Patriarch Malfoy's move, Eric, who was following Lucius, also bowed respectfully, ignoring the shock flickering in his son's eyes, and saluted Voldemort in front of him, "Your presence will be your presence." The pleasure of all wizards."

"You're doing well, Lucius."

Voldemort said softly, there was a little praise in his deep voice, but it was enough to make the face of Patriarch Malfoy opposite him overjoyed.

While they were talking, the boy in Voldemort's arms seemed to be getting more and more agitated. The black-haired man lowered his head and turned his gaze to Charles, and the hand on the boy's shoulder also increased a little, "What's the matter, Char ?”

"Tom, why..."

His light blue eyes looked at the man who was so close to him. The young man seemed to be looking for an outlet, and the uneasiness in the heart of the person who didn't get a definite answer was infinitely magnified.

"McAvoy." The moment Voldemort pronounced the name, Charles thought the other party was calling him, but when he raised his head, he found that the man's gaze was on his father opposite.

"The banquet continues."

Voldemort's voice fell, leaving no room for anyone to think, the figure of the man and the boy in his arms had disappeared from the banquet hall.

After a few seconds of silence, the banquet without two protagonists finally erupted into a huge uproar.

The nobles who had been silent after the appearance of the Dark Lord seemed to let go of their restraint at this moment, and asked the people around them about the relationship between the Lord and that boy. Obviously, they still underestimated their master's concern for the McAvoy boy. degree of importance.

"Congratulations." Lucius congratulated the old McAvoy in front of him, and then his eyes turned to Dixon who came over after the master left, although Eric was McAvoy The current head of the family, but the eldest son in front of him is the subordinate who has been appreciated by the master.

The Malfoys have always been happy to work with a family or someone who can achieve a greater good.

"This is... what's wrong?" Lucas stared blankly at the change in front of him, until his friend and that Tom Riddle disappeared together, and then asked blankly the only person around who might know.

When Tom Riddle appeared at the entrance of the hall, Lucas had already felt the weird airflow around him. After seeing the man pulling Charles in, Lucas' eyes were almost rounded.

What an arrogant Slytherin! ! !This was Lucas' first reaction. Although he faintly sensed something was wrong, his preconceived cognition was still taken aback by the behavior of this gentleman whom his friend liked.

The person who dared to rob someone after everyone knew that the grown-up also liked Charles... is really un-Slytherin.

"Hey." When he heard the question from his side, Draco also came back to his senses, absolutely not admitting that he was stunned when he saw Lord Salazar Slytherin's relic!

Although the Platinum Prince's chest is still full of different emotions, the boy's face has returned to his usual pride. The handsome boy raised his chin slightly, looked at Hufflepuff next to him and said, "You know that What is the gift that the adults just sent out?"

"What is it?"

...that lord?Lucas was taken aback.

But this title...

No way……

"One of the four founders of Hogwarts, the locket of Lord Salazar Slytherin!"

"Slytherin's locket...?"

"That's right!"

After the Platinum Prince finished speaking, Lucas suddenly thought of the strange behavior of the nobles present and the information revealed by the young man in front of him, and then thought of the doubts that his friends had about the Minister who suddenly said he liked him...

The mysterious Mr. Tom Riddle...

It won't be what he thinks...

oh no.

Lucas suddenly felt that he might have stumbled into a fairy tale by mistake.

*****

"Tom!"

The young man who came out of the squeeze brought by the portkey stabilized his steps in a bit of embarrassment. Although the man in front of him who was always holding him would probably not let him fall, the sudden teleportation still made him feel uncomfortable. The little badger, who was completely unprepared, was a bit overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the place he went to was also a bright room. After a closer look, he found that this was a side hall in Tom's Manor. Just before the transfer... the man's hand seemed to be on the locket around his neck right?

So... this guy actually turned the relics of the Big Four into portkeys! ! ! ! !

Merlin's socks! ! !

Charles' expression instantly became a little hideous.

Looking at the boy in front of him, Voldemort curled his lips and said, "I've made several points on this, Char...you can also use it directly to my...room."

"... room?" This is a typical answer with a dial.

No, this is not the point!

"Tom, why do you have a Slytherin locket."

The young man took the man's hand, as if he was afraid that he would disappear suddenly, and looked into the familiar black eyes with a little nervous blue eyes.

And... a lot of doubts...

"This story is a bit long." With a low and slow tone, Voldemort raised his eyebrows while talking, and Charles' eyelids twitched when he saw it.

The bloody bastard! ! !It's not serious when it's so serious! ! !

The young man took a deep breath, and unconsciously, the tension just now dissipated a lot.

Glaring at the man in front of him, the boy gritted his teeth and said, "Then you can make a long story short!"

Be sure to take it all today!Make it all clear!

"Okay, Char."

As Voldemort said, he drew out the right hand held by the boy.

When Charles felt that his palm was empty, his heart ached for no reason.

When Voldemort took out his wand, Charles felt as if a splitting spell had been cast in his head and it exploded, buzzing and buzzing indiscriminately.

The young man thought in a daze.

Why... Tom's wand the way it is?

The white wand held in the man's hand exudes powerful magic power.

Charles felt that the things he deliberately ignored in his heart were becoming clearer...

"Char." Voldemort took a step towards the boy, and the boy instinctively dodged.

Seemingly aware of what he had done, Charles swallowed his throat and looked at the man close at hand, his handsome brows slightly frowned. Charles felt that Tom seemed a little unhappy because of his reaction.

No, no... Tom said he was a half-blood wizard.

Could it be that he lied to him?

As if seeing through the boy's thoughts, Voldemort said in a deep voice, "Tom Marvolo Riddle is my past."

After finishing his speech, he pulled Charles into his arms without giving the boy any chance of avoiding it.

"And this—is my present and future."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved the wand lightly in his hand, and the font exuding blood-red light appeared in mid-air before Charles' eyes.

Almost in a few seconds, the original letters were scrambled.

The new order regroups.

And that familiar name, TOMMARVOLORIDDLE, eventually became——

IAMLORD VOLDEMORT

i am voldemort

*****

Seeing the name of Lord Voldemort, the boy almost held his breath, and then Charles felt that everything around him seemed to become blurred, as if only this person's name remained in the whole world.

how is this possible……

Charles blinked his eyes, but the red font still didn't disappear, and there was no sound around him anymore, as if time stood still at the previous moment.

"Tom...?"

The boy turned his head and looked at the man in front of him, if he ignored his trembling fingers.

And the moment Charles spoke, the magic disappeared, as if everything had returned to its original state, and the man in front of him was still his Tom Riddle.

"Char, are you scared?"

As Voldemort said, he held the boy's right hand with his other hand, and this also reminded the boy in front of him of the white wand in his right hand that symbolized the strongest wizard of this era.

"Why should you be afraid..." Voldemort said softly, "You should be very clear that no matter who you are, my love for you is the same."

After finishing speaking, the man's hand gently stroked the locket on the boy's chest.

"No...it can't be..."

Charles avoided the man's gaze in panic.The heaving chest was accompanied by the violently beating heart.

How could Tom be Lord...

Do not……

Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot of things that he couldn't figure out, things and information that he ignored, and those pictures began to replay in the boy's mind one by one.

Why did the Lord choose him to go to the Ministry of Magic...

Why Tom can come in and out of Hogwarts at will...

Why does the Lord send him presents at Christmas...

Why does Mrs. Lestrange appear in Tom's manor...

Why those people's attitude towards Tom has gone far beyond respect...

And the attitude of the family members and what his father said to him...

Even Professor Crouch hinted at him...

Why...it seems like everyone knows...

But only I don't know...

It seems... so sad.

The string that had been stretched all night finally broke.

Voldemort's heart skipped a beat when he saw the drops of water falling from the corners of the boy's eyes.

But Charles's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he was so stunned that he didn't even realize that he was crying.

"You lied to me, I trust you so much."

"I didn't!" Voldemort vigorously wiped away the tears on the boy's face, and pressed the boy's head tightly against his chest, "Char...I didn't lie to you."

The boy's hands hung down on his side, and for the first time he didn't hug the man in front of him.

"You lied to me, you said you were a half-blood wizard..."

That's why... there are so many loopholes...but he never associates Tom with...Lord...

Even though it's so obvious...

But who would have thought that... the heir of Slytherin... the leader of the pure-blood nobles... would actually say that he is a half-blood wizard.

Just as the boy's thoughts became more and more extreme, a weak sigh sounded in his ear.

"I'm not lying to you, Char... I'm half blood."

*****

At that moment, Charles almost thought he had heard wrong.

Then he felt that the man who was still holding him tightly a moment ago let him go slowly.

When the heat on his cheeks completely left, the boy found a trace of reluctance and anxiety in his heart.

A growing sense of grievance... Charles felt that everything was terrible.

"My father was a lowly Muggle."

After walking away for a few steps, Voldemort finally stopped not far from the boy.

But such a distance still made Charles' chest more and more stuffy, and the sadness slowly replaced the initial fear and anger. He could only watch the distance opened by the man, and when he heard the words in Voldemort's mouth, the boy felt Also froze in place.

Tom once told himself that his father was a Muggle and his mother was a half-blood wizard...

Didn't he lie to himself?

But...how is this possible.

How could Lord be a mixed race...

"Not many people know my bloodline." Voldemort saw through the young man's mind at a glance, but he just continued, "Because of unknown bloodlines, when I was studying at Hogwarts, I was not happy... At first, it was even bad .even though all my grades were excellent."

Charles suddenly remembered the trophies in the showroom, and the compiled book that recorded Tom's past.

The perfect Tom Riddle in the eyes of others...

Tom, who became a prefect in the fifth grade and began to be frequently recorded, if he is really a mixed race...

The half-blood wizard who survived in Slytherin...

Voldemort kept observing the boy's expression, and when he knew that his goal had been achieved, the man's tone changed.

"And I hate the face I have now."

Charles froze for a moment, and almost blurted out, "Why?"

"The face, like my Muggle father, who lost the look when I dropped his name."

"That's why you...have always appeared...in the form of...Lord..." When he said this name, the boy's voice still trembled uncontrollably.

"..." The expression on Voldemort's face was momentarily unpredictable.

Lord Dark Lord's mind is rapidly thinking about...certain details...don't pay too much attention to the process, as long as the result is satisfactory.

So, the great Lord Dark Lord stood in front of a young man in the next second and lied without changing his expression, "Yes, after leaving school, I have performed many times of magic transformation and magic power integration."

"So it's like this..." Magic transformation...Charles had heard that the Lord had done a lot of advanced and complicated black magic when he was young...including magic transformation...and that unique yew wood wand... …also changed color and shape around that time.

But after a while, Charles raised his head and looked at the man not far away, "Then why...why do you use Tom's appearance..."

come with me...

Voldemort's black eyes sank, "Because...you like it."

"What?" There was a puzzled expression in Charles' eyes, and the next second, the boy saw the man across from him smiling awkwardly. The expression on the man's face was the one he could often see on Tom's face.

"Isn't it, if it weren't for this face, you would remove the ignore spell when you first met?"

"...!!!"..."You know...?"

The boy's expression also became a little embarrassed in an instant.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Voldemort looked at the little badger who was getting more and more used to it, and finally took a step forward, "Char, if I approached you as Voldemort from the beginning, you would still like me as much as you do now ."

In fact, Voldemort himself knew the answer better than anyone else, no matter what his identity was, Charles would be his, and it could only be his, but Tom Riddle was definitely the gentlest approach.

Because of the man's question, the boy's head paused hesitantly.

If Lord was the one who confessed to him at the beginning...I should be scared to death...Although there is no chance of refusing...but it will definitely not be as easy...happy as when I was with Tom.

"Char, don't be angry." Voldemort said weakly.

"..."

Because of the man's weakness, the boy's face suddenly turned red, no matter what... the person standing in front of him now is Lord.