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Before going to school, Tom went to London first.

"Jingling Bell." Pushing open the door of this coffee shop, Tom saw Bodo at first sight.

His clothes are completely different from before. Now he has a neat suit, looks gentle and polite, and doesn't show the slightest embarrassment when he was in the orphanage.

He was sitting directly opposite the door, and stood up when he heard the doorbell. Seeing Tom carrying the luggage, Bodo hurried forward to take the suitcase from Tom: "Sir."

Tom let go, let him carry the box, and he led him up to the second floor: "Sir, this is it." Bodo pushed open a door.

Tom walked in behind Bodo. It was a very ordinary room, so ordinary and unobtrusive.

Bodo took out a small box from his small suitcase, opened the lid and held it in front of Tom.Tom took the box without looking at Bodo: "Go outside and wait."

Bodo left the room with his head down.

When Tom came out of the room, he was no longer a young man, but a middle-aged man.The tall and straight figure, the broad but not reckless shoulders, and the sculpted facial features are no longer slender and elf-like when they were young, but with the calmness and elegance unique to mature men.

The problem that a bottle of aging agent can solve is very simple, isn't it.

"Come on," said Tom to Bodo.

Bo Duo was surprised for a short time, but after a while he recovered his previous silence and calmness, and led Tom out by another way.

The speed of the car in the city is not fast, and it is a little faster when it leaves the city and goes to the countryside. Even at this speed, it takes until the afternoon to reach the destination.

This is a very remote place, very empty, it is said to be a town, but there are actually no fifty households.The land is vast but there are not enough people to farm and weave, so large tracts of land are left desolate.Because of inconvenient transportation, thin population, and now it is wartime, the government has no intention to build this place at all, so Tom bought it through his agent at a very low price.

The car came to a slow stop, eventually stopping beside a man, Tom's attorney, Herbert Lawrence.

Bodo got out of the car first and opened the door for Tom.

"Mr. Riddle, hello. It's a great honor to meet you again." The man greeted Tom graciously as soon as he saw him.

"Lawrence." The adult Tom's voice became deeper and deeper: "Take me to see the results of your work."

"Of course, sir." Lawrence led Tom to the right.At the same time, he took out a map from his handbag: "Sir, maybe you would like to take a look, this is the map of this town, and now the whole town belongs to you. Of course, this is only a rough map allowed by the government, please Do not mind."

Tom took the map and didn't dislike it.

Seeing that Tom didn't speak, Lawrence continued: "According to your request, we adopted some orphans and took in some homeless people. These people will become the first batch of workers in your factory."

"Lawrence, I hope you choose them carefully. You know what I want is an arsenal. If the people you bring cause me too much trouble, this is definitely not what I want to see. The most basic, They have to learn to obey, just like you now." Tom looked ahead, thinking about the use of the land.

Lawrence kept thinking about it, unable to let it go.Only from the first time he saw Tom try to die, his fear of Tom never came down.The subsequent contacts deepened his fear of Tom again and again: "Of course. Although they are all taken in, they have been selected for these people, and there will never be any problems."

Seeing that Tom didn't speak, he hurriedly explained: "According to your instructions, after we paid a large amount of support, Viscount Tate won the rights to this arsenal for us through his influence in the House of Lords. Of course It’s not that big now, but it’s already an incredible achievement.” Speaking of this, Lawrence looked very proud, so he didn’t even pay attention to Tom’s expression before he continued, “You know, Viscount Tate is an incredible person, just like the arsenal this time, I believe that if we continue, there will definitely be more benefits that can be exchanged, you know..."

"No need." Tom interrupted Lawrence: "There is no need to try to please him anymore. As for his support money, there will be no more. If he continues to pester you, you can just get over it."

"Sir, I'm afraid this is not a favorable decision." Lawrence couldn't believe that Tom gave up this opportunity to dance with power: "You know, we have been committed to investing in the government, and now we have finally succeeded in getting out of the first place." One step, we got the Viscount Tate, just give up, we may not have a chance in the future."

Tom frowned, and explained in a calm manner: "Viscount Tate is a member of the House of Lords, and he is not as powerful as you imagined. We were able to win this arsenal this time because of our support that is worth far more than this arsenal. Kim. Now he lacks funds to support himself, but now he can’t turn the tide even if he has more money. His anti-war talks and attitude will definitely drag him to death. Who would go to the land where the sun never sets? Just take care of the broken tiles on your head."

"But, sir, the anti-war sentiment is raging now, and the Viscount has great public support." Lawrence tried hard to persuade Tom.

Tom became a little impatient: "That's enough, Lawrence. It's not the public opinion that really makes the decision, but the councilors, the officials, and the colonial lords behind them."

"Yes, sir." Lawrence didn't dare to refute: "But our investment in the early stage. And which congressman will we invest in later?"

"It is enough to have this arsenal for the initial investment. As for the follow-up, we will start with the political party, subsidize some middle-level or bottom-level party members, and send our people to the parliament." Tom said his plan.

"It's been a long process, sir," said Lawrence in a low voice.

"But there must be a process. This is a process leading to power." A gust of wind blew in the face, and Tom's voice was scattered: "Think about it, when the whole of Britain obeys your orders, when you You can instruct a country at will. Do you still think this is a long process?"

Tom's voice was not loud, but it struck Lawrence's heart like thunder.

The day's inspection actually only lasted more than two hours, and after hearing Lawrence's report on the return on investment in the industry and the situation of another piece of land, the day was counted as over.

The next day was the itinerary for Hogwarts. As usual, he entered from platform nine and three-quarters. Tom chose an empty box and sat down with his eyes closed.

There was a knock on the door outside, but the sound was not harsh.Tom looked up. It was Hans.He nodded slightly inside, and Hans pushed the door in: "Sir, long time no see."

Hans didn't talk much. After greeting him, he stood at the door without moving. He didn't sit down until Tom pointed to the seat opposite and asked to sit down.

Assas came in before the train started: "Tom, my friend, how are you doing now? I'm so sorry for your mother. Not being with you during your most difficult time really made me feel Very remorseful."

"Athas, it's okay. You know I've been with my father and my little sister through the most difficult times, and we've been through that darkness together." Tom doesn't want to discuss this with others, but he has to Take comfort in the emptiness of others.

Assas is very able to hear what others mean, so he doesn't continue to dwell on this topic: "Last semester, you missed a lot of classes. You must have to make up the exam this time. Do you need any help? Like taking notes or something. "

"Thank you, Assas. If I need it, I will come to you first." Tom said.

The scenery along the way is still the same, and the place where the train stops is still the same place. The difference is that Tom no longer needs to row across the Black River in a boat, and he no longer carries the luggage prepared by Jia Min.

When the group returned to the cellar, the luggage had already been delivered as usual.On the first day of school, even if Tom didn't want to, he had to go to the restaurant to attend the sorting ceremony, brushed a few hairs, and suppressed the boredom in his heart. Tom's delicate face showed no trace of warmth.

Along the way, someone was always secretly watching Tom, after all, he had been absent for half the term.Many people even think that Tom may go back to the first grade.There was a lot of whispering like this, but Tom, with his usual grace, didn't take these things to heart.

Same as last year's sorting ceremony, Tom smiled, nodded and clapped throughout.

Finally, the dinner was over, and Tom went back to the cellar one step ahead of the other troops.

The author has something to say:

Uh, I am getting more and more ignorant, the more I write, the less confident I am, and I write wherever I think of, without reading the previous article, I don’t know what plot I wrote, and the structure completely collapses.I'll just write it down, you guys just read it, I really don't mean to perfunctory you, I probably really forgot to recharge things like IQ.