[HP] 47 Days Transformation

A knight can have a body with a sword piercing the heart without dying, just like there is no sun that never sets.Not to mention that Gryffindors can always rush forward as if they don't know the pain. They will also learn from the pain, learn from fear, and finally they will "learn smart", but the process of understanding the pain will be long and stubborn Some.

It was night, and there was chaos in front of him. Harry ran desperately, just like Prometheus was stubborn about fire, with all his enthusiasm, chasing the dawn of the night and the sunrise in the east.what's the result?

Hugo had already predicted in "Notre Dame de Paris": the night ebbs and flows, but a solar eclipse ushers in.

Tom stared at the man lying on the floor, his face clouded.

Harry got it.

The extremely wise Slytherin couldn't sort out his thoughts at this time, his brain was filled with these words, like a water-absorbing sponge occupying all the space he could think about, making him a little dizzy.

He forced himself to suppress his emotions, but there seemed to be something burning in his chest, and all his anxiety turned into a ferocious anger that almost broke through his chest.

"...Who is the person who caught you?"

Karkaroff sat stiffly on the cold floor.He could clearly hear that seemingly calm sentence, and even the sound of the air flow when his tongue pressed against his teeth when his breath changed. Tooth marks on your aorta, injecting venom.

Karkaroff gritted his teeth: "It's... Harry Potter."

Then what rushed to his eyes was a dazzling red light.

"Ah!" he yelled, writhing unsightly on the floor like a dehydrated fish. The internal spasms were the effect of Cruciatus, but the nerves leading from the arms to the brain were torn apart.

The illusion of cracking is the effect of the imprint on the arm.

Karkaroff is not a strong and resolute person, how can he bear double the pain?

"Forgive me...forgive me!"

Slytherin didn't stop.

punish him!punish him!kill him!Make him pay for his mistakes!The dormant nature in the soul is clamoring, it seems that only in this way can the anger that almost broke through the top of the head be calmed down a bit.

Harry got it!This means that he will deliberately avoid him and alienate him again, look at him with a nearly collapsed expression like he opened the secret room, and look at him with eyes that have completely lost their gentle luster.

Tom likes the negative expressions of fear, resentment, resentment, etc. that humans show when they are on the verge of extinction, but all the premise is to get the darkness driven by him under his control.

And this is not!This is beyond his control!

Tom gripped his wand so tightly that his knuckles began to turn white, and the bone-crushing magic continued.

Or will he leave?As he has done countless times...

Tom suddenly felt in a trance that he had returned to his childhood, anxious about Harry's departure and abandonment, emotional ups and downs because of that person's actions, humble, sad and useless begging for that person to stay.

No, that state was the most humble attitude he vowed to change!

He once swore that he would be strong enough to determine the life and death of that person, to block the passage of time, to gain the power to control the world, to reverse the past and the future!

As long as he is strong enough, even he can only crawl under his feet and tremble instead of letting go!

Now he is still afraid of his departure, because he did not have the strength to leave him...

"Karkaroff."

Karkaroff, tortured by the pain and dripping with cold sweat, raised his head, looked at the man who stood not far away from him and controlled his life and death with a strange smile, and his eyes widened.

"I need an ally, a powerful ally..." The handsome young demon king turned his head sideways, his delicate and handsome facial features looked a little scary because of the distorted meaning in his smile, "Well... how about the dementor?"

"No! Lord, you can't..." Karkaroff seemed to have predicted something.he shouted.No, he doesn't want his soul sucked by those cold and terrifying creatures!

"No, I can." The man's eyes were like the blood-red setting sun, "I said, Karkaroff, I don't want your loyalty, as long as you work hard for me."

I have sold your life to you, said the demon cruelly.

"...There are also stronger allies than dementors!" He quibbled, "For example, giants..." Compared with dementors who acted on instinct and desire, stupid giants are better at coaxing and surviving.

"Then why are you so afraid?" the man asked back, sarcastically seeing through his attempt, "Don't try to question me, Karkaroff."

"I need you to go to England, Azkaban. After all, if you want to form an alliance, you have to send someone to show your sincerity, right?"

"Yes..." Karkaroff paled.

Tom despised this man's incomparable courage and ability, and looked away.

Harry, what you're most afraid of... are dementors, right?

See how well I remember.

The young devil smiled complacently and innocently, like a child eager to be rewarded by his parents.

Harry suddenly began to miss 2001, or he missed it all the time, but the suppressed emotions burst out at this moment.He began to miss the feeling of being surrounded by friends, the hug with the smell of sweat and smoke, and even the boldness of running around when the war broke out.

But he can't go back.

He still has a mission, his original purpose for coming here.

Harry was even a little horrified to find that Tom's pretended peace was gradually wearing away his determination for war, and even after this happened, he would vaguely remember his original purpose.

Harry Potter, your friends and classmates are fighting for you over there, what have you done?

Another year, at most two years. Five days in 2001, two years here.

He can do things he can't do over there.

Two years is enough to double his ability, enough to hone him into a war general, enough to increase his chances of surviving, maybe not win the war, but enough for him to have the ability to protect Hermione and the others comprehensively!

Where is Tom?He's grown up and doesn't need Harry Potter anymore.

So, the first thing Harry did when he returned to Hogwarts was to submit his resignation letter to the headmaster's office.

"Harry, Christmas is just over, and this semester is not over yet." It was the slightly old Dumbledore who knocked on his door, "What about the children's classes?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore." Harry lowered his eyes, and all the luggage was neatly placed on the corner of the table under the effect of magic, ready to leave with his master at any time.Harry doesn't have much luggage.Except for a few sets of changed clothes and a few sets of theory books he brought in, he didn't have much else.

"Not enough time."

Harry really wanted to blurt out all the secrets and confide in the wise old man who still existed, and let this old man who had always been his mentor guide him in the direction.

But when he wanted to speak, something choked his throat, his throat itched, and he coughed violently.For the first time, the horoscope issued such an obvious and direct warning, reaching out and strangling the necks of those who tried to subvert history.

Once leaked, it will be wiped out immediately.

In the face of the established historical trend, the protection of time rules is also fragile.

As I said a long time ago, this is a game without any hope of winning.The rules of the game are formulated by the fate chart.

"..." Dumbledore stood aside, quietly watching him fill out the lesson plan carefully, so that the next professor could quickly adapt to the progress.After a moment of silence, the old man said, "Did you tell Tom?"

Harry's pen paused.

The old man blinked: "I still say that, Tom cares about you very much."

"I'll... tell him."

Dumbledore stared fixedly at this young man whose appearance had never changed since he had known each other for more than ten years.Maybe he discovered the clue very early on, but he kept silent all the time.The old man smiled and comforted the young man, as if he was also comforting himself.

"Harry, if you're sad, try eating a candy." The old man looked at him with a smile, his blue eyes made Harry think he was looking up at the sky.

Dumbledore took a handful of candy from his pocket and thrust it into Harry's hand.

Harry followed the example of the old man by peeling off the candy wrapper, and put the colorless jelly beans in his mouth.

"Isn't it sweet?" Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Harry waited until the old man left before spitting out the jelly beans stuck between his teeth.From the tongue to the throat, it was so bitter and numb, it was so bitter that it made people retch.Turning over the candy paper, the corners of the candy paper are written in crooked, child-like special effects letters, mischievously: Yellow Lotus Flavor.

Harry laughed again.

The author has something to say: Sleepy...I wanted to say something...but I can't remember...

Then roll around and ask for comments... I'm so sleepy, I can't stand it anymore, I think I read novels until three or four o'clock in the past...

☆, September 1945, 1

1 month 9 day.

Harry spent three days in the Hogwarts library, turning all his attention into a frantic thirst for knowledge, reading voraciously, and lying in bed every day in a state of exhaustion.

Until near noon on the fourth day, Tom Riddle returned to Hogwarts smiling.

"I'm back, Harry." He smiled easily and sat next to Harry who was buried in his book. Even though he lowered his voice, it was very clear in the large and quiet library.

Harry sat stiffly without looking up.

"I brought you some Black Forest cakes and put them on your desk." Tom leaned closer to Harry, looking at the book spread out in front of him through his glasses behind Harry's shoulder, the gesture was intimate but not aroused. Harry was in the least disgusted.He had grown sadly accustomed to this distance without knowing it.

Tom's eyes slid over the slightly pale skin of the young man, and landed on the chapter title: "Application and Practice of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You really like Defense Against the Dark Arts!" exclaimed Tom.

Harry was still sitting, but agreed with a sullen head.

Tom spread out the book he had summoned at hand, groping for the slightly rough pages with his fingers, using rough tactile feedback to stimulate the operation of the brain.

"...Harry, I went to your office to deliver cakes just now. Why is your office empty?" Tom stared fixedly at the young man, his gaze condensed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could no longer be held back.Without asking, he could already vaguely guess the direction of the situation.

"Well, it's going to be free." Harry's expression was as calm as stagnant water.

Tom felt a piece of his heart had been cracked.

"Tom, I was about to tell you about this." Harry raised his head, rubbed his temples, and looked straight ahead at the bookshelf where books kept flying in, unwilling to distribute them to the boy sitting beside him. With a glance, "I resigned."

The boy's eyes were red, but it was a pity that Harry didn't look at him.

Tom ducked his head to hide his awkwardness.

"Alright, the professor's work is a bit cumbersome, you should go home and rest for a while."

Harry chuckled, as if mocking the kid for being so flustered and trying to cover up his reassuring words.

"Probably not going back."

There is a difference between going back and going home, but the meaning is very different.

Harry's first home, in Godric's Hollow in 1980, was finally destroyed under Voldemort's Killing Curse; later his home, in Hogwarts in 1991, was annihilated under Voldemort's high-handed rule; , his third home, in Godric's Hollow a week ago, ended up disappearing under the guise of Tom Riddle.

His only home now is the tent that migrates at any time on the other side of the time jumper.

Harry closed the book in front of him, and put the notebook he brought into his backpack: "I won't go back, but you can still live in that house. You can live as long as you want."

"Where are you going?!" Tom grabbed Harry's wrist with such force that it hurt Harry a little.

"Tom, let go." Harry stood up, and the strength on his wrist increased accordingly.Harry flicked his wrist, trying to pull it out.

"Don't go!" The voice seemed to roll out of the throat.

Harry smiled: "I never stopped you from going to Germany, what right do you have to stop me from leaving?"

Everything seems to be spread out because of this sentence.

This incident has exceeded his expectations from the beginning to the end, from the development of the matter to Harry's attitude, everything is not as he imagined!

Perhaps subconsciously, Tom Riddle is confident in his positioning of Harry.Perhaps it was Harry's repeated concessions that made the arrogant Slytherin have this point of view-Harry Potter may be angry, angry, disappointed, and leave, but he will never give up completely.It's like when she found out that he had opened the secret room, no matter how desperately struggling and sad, she didn't relax at all and grabbed his hand.

The reason why he dared to make such nonsense was because of the sense of security that that person brought him in his subconscious.It's like when a girl faces this father, the reason why she dares to be willful and lose her temper with him is because she knows that he will never leave her.

And all tolerance has a bottom line, once crossed, it cannot be saved.

Like this time.

Tom looked up suddenly, and his red eyes were all in sight.

It wasn't the first time Harry had seen those blood-red eyes, but it was the first time he'd seen the color in his child's eyes.

He was still stung by the bright colors on his retinas.

"If you are dissatisfied with my going to Germany," Tom took a deep breath, playing the role of the innocent and ignorant deceiver, the handsome and sincere expression is very deceiving, but the scarlet eyes are so obvious on that face. Very abrupt.

"That's where Malfoy sent me…" he said.

"Is Karkaroff okay?" Harry interrupted him, poking at all the flaws directly, "Is the mark on his arm no longer hurting?"

I can no longer act.

Tom stopped trying to play innocent.He clenched his teeth tightly, and the shape of the masseter muscles could be faintly seen on both sides of his cheeks, which was no different from the expression of the beast at the moment of biting off the throat of the prey, twisted, ferocious and ferocious.

"Don't go." Tom was so flustered for the first time.Even if he stood facing Harry in the secret room, he could analyze the gains and losses extremely calmly and occupy the most favorable situation.Now he can only grab that wrist, "You have promised me countless times that you will watch me grow up!"

"And you've grown up." Harry reached out and grabbed Tom's cold fingers. "You promised me to be just Tom Riddle."

You didn't keep your promise, why should I stick to it?

Harry also looked extremely tired, and he put his palm on Tom's fingers: "Let go."

"I was wrong, Harry." He looked at him, but the hand on Harry's wrist did not relax in the slightest. Even the temperature of Harry's palm could not melt the coldness all over his body, "I admit my mistake, don't Let's go, okay?"

It was the first time Harry saw his high-spirited child so humbled before him.Even when the orphanage was at its worst, Tom never pleaded; even when he was facing death in the London bombing, he never asked in such a humble tone: "Is it okay?"

But Tom Riddle wouldn't think he was wrong, even if he said so.

"You will think that survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle is a matter of course, you will think that the pursuit of the greatest benefit is the supreme truth, and you will feel that everything you do is understandable, because you want to achieve unparalleled achievements, right?

"You'll never admit you were wrong, Tom." Harry laughed.

Who said Harry didn't know Tom?Tom couldn't even think of words to refute.

Even if you admit it like this, it is just the most despicable solution.He didn't think he was wrong at all.

"I'm leaving. Don't worry, I'll be back for your graduation ceremony." Harry stretched out his hand and stroked Tom's neat hair with the same intimacy as before, "I promised you to watch you grow up, Graduation is part of growing up."

And Harry had never attended a graduation ceremony. If it hadn't been for Hermione to popularize science with him, he wouldn't even know that Hogwarts would have such a ceremony.Because he didn't graduate.

Harry used his hands to snap off Tom's fingers one by one, smiling as warmly as usual, but it made people cry: "Congratulations, you have grown up."

Congratulations, you've grown up, 17-year-old Tom Riddle.

Congratulations, you've grown up, seventeen-year-old Lord Vololdmort.

The author has something to say: How can I finish the abuse all at once?Of course the worst one will be saved until the end la la la la la ~

I found that a lot of girls threw mine into this abuse, which means that I will definitely write about abuse in the future...

PS: I am not very satisfied with this chapter. It may be revised in the next two days. If there is an update, it means I am changing the chapter...

What is the rhythm of the paralysis not going up...

☆, September 2001, 2

Hogwarts in 2001 was shrouded in fear.

For the first time, the Duke of Darkness stepped into the barrier of Hogwarts calmly and aboveboard.The one who opened the barrier was the headmaster of Hogwarts, Severus Snape.

"Traitor! Murderer!" Gryffindor was angry, but he didn't dare to let go and shout out, he didn't dare to vent his anger with courage, so he had to lower his voice, not daring to let the young man in black hear him.Gryffindor, who was filled with righteous indignation, cursed fiercely, as if he could gain something by cursing like this, "Evil Death Eater!"

Of course the Dark Lord could hear it.

He could almost chuckle with pleasure listening to the frail, frail cubs snarl angrily.

In the face of absolute strength, evil and justice have become less important, and the boundaries between the two will gradually blur.

See it.

"Hey, what about your savior?" The Slytherin next to him leaned over and smiled maliciously.They are like wizards in fairy tales who really destroy people's dreams, tearing apart hope with spells and words, "Where is your righteous, bright, meddling savior?"

The Slytherins seemed to be amused by this joke, laughing and laughing with their stomachs in their hands, the malice on their faces could sting people's eyes.

"Three years, the savior saved a bird." The Slytherins shouted loudly, looking at the almost pale faces of their classmates with pleasure and distorted.

Hufflepuff, who had always been silent on the other side, suddenly poked his head, hesitated and considered: "Actually...the Dark Lord didn't hurt us. As long as we don't support the savior, he won't hurt us..."

Oh innocent cubs.

Voldemort smiled, sitting on the headmaster's seat, shaking the viscous wine in the glass, his eyes seemed to be the same color as the blood in the glass, it was terrifying.

Even the entire wizarding world is so naive, naively thinking that as long as they surrender and change camps, there will be no casualties, so almost half of the wizarding world surrendered.

The public opinion about "the escape of the savior" has intensified. Those who have surrendered are ridiculed, those who are vacillating are skeptical, and those who are unwilling to surrender are regarded as traitors.

Under absolute strength, the boundary between justice and evil has long been blurred, isn't it?

Human nature is like this, kind and cruel.As long as the evil shows the slightest sign of remorse or change, people will naturally give the most generous tolerance, accept it enthusiastically and obediently, no matter whether he is pretending or not, and self-servingly label it as "rehabilitation", Kind to stupid.But once the justice is revealed to be insufficient, people will attack him together, forgetting all the sacrifices he has made, raising their fists in protest with righteous indignation, as proud and proud as if they are punishing some heinous prisoner, extremely cruel and ugly.

The wound of the savior has been torn open, and the masses are like ants gnawing at the wound.

The Dark Lord smiled cruelly, optimistically.

"Lord." Snape sat on the left hand side of the Demon King, his eyes were blank, his head was slightly lowered, waiting for the young man's instructions.

Voldemort glanced at the potions master indifferently.

No one can surpass the Dark Lord in the realm of the dark arts, not even the German, I'm afraid.Being good at black magic, he naturally knows the defense against black magic well, although he has always disdain to use it.

Empty eyes, blank expression, expressionless facial features.

— Obvious Occlumency.

Obviously, the potion master he valued was hiding something from him.

The handsome Demon King grinned, revealing the sharp teeth under his lips, and looked away.

Heh, didn't he just want to hide his affair with Dumbledore?

The devil took a sip of the wine, and the liquid rolled over his tongue. The stimulation of the alcohol properly activated his brain, making him more clear.

With the fusion of the Horcrux, his soul was gradually completed, and his thinking gradually returned to its original meticulousness and calmness.How could the insightful Slytherin ignore the abnormal and potential threats around him?

But he didn't care.

Just a potions master.

It is undeniable that Snape is very talented in potions, and he is also an excellent combat talent, but... in the huge UK, can't find a wizard who can rival Snape?

He did need Snape, but Snape wasn't necessary.Just kill it when necessary.

Thinking to this point, the handsome devil put his head on the side of the young man's skin, squinted his eyes, and asked, "Severus, what do you teach?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lord." Snape replied respectfully, "The last professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts passed away due to illness."

The Duke of Darkness laughed lightly, and his tone seemed to be joking in a relaxed tone: "Do you know why he died? Because this position is cursed by me."

"Severus," Voldemort narrowed his eyes, stroking the ring on his finger, feeling the power contained in the gem, seemingly casually, "maybe... next time, you will no longer be a defense against the dark arts professor."

Snape's hands trembled under his robes.

He naturally heard what the Dark Lord meant—this was a warning.

Snape had always known that the Dark Lord didn't believe him.If he hadn't killed Dumbledore with his own hands, I'm afraid he would be a corpse now.

And now the Dark Lord is asking...

The Potion Master sneered inwardly.Albus, your plan... is going to fail, and your death won't even earn his trust in me.

Snape ate with a blank expression, as dumb as a machine.

"Why did the Lord cast a curse?" Pansy, who was sitting at the end of the table, asked curiously.The fledgling and ambitious girl was spoiled by her parents and boyfriend, and the Dark Lord who followed her also appreciated her. She gradually relaxed in front of this person who couldn't even speak her name, chattering and curious like a little girl.

Before little Malfoy had time to scold him, the Dark Lord on the main seat had already answered, seemingly in a good mood: "A few years ago, there were legends in Hogwarts?"

Snape was taken aback.The legends of previous years, the Dark Lord can understand clearly?

Voldemort looked away from his subordinates calmly, with a half-smile: "It is said that I cast the curse because Dumbledore rejected my application to teach at Hogwarts."

"Is the legend true?" The little girl who is new to the world always has innocent and perfect skin.

The handsome devil smiled: "Who knows."

Tom Riddle hated dreaming, and Lord Vololdmort hated dreaming even more.

Whether it was before or after he became the devil king, his predatory and domineering nature made him particularly disgusted with dreams beyond his control.

But now, he has a deep aversion to dreams.

Since his soul was gradually completed and all the sealed emotions returned, the memories stored in his brain began to tumbling actively, exposing the gaps and lack of his memory time and time again, and reminding him of his dazed and fatal weakness time and time again.

Like now.

The grotesque picture, like the perspective of a spider, is distributed in an arc and web, just looking at it makes people feel dizzy.

"...I was wrong, don't go."

A voice said this, anger, fear, despair... All emotions surged up at once, making the devil who hadn't felt negative emotions for a long time dizzy.

stay, stay!

His mind was full of these words, spinning and clamoring, and the extra emotions could even break through his eye sockets.

"Isn't it good to stay? Don't you like teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

In the dream he asked like this, his voice trembled unsteadily due to violent mood swings, he was already on the verge of breaking out, but he still tried his best to put on a disguise that could no longer be concealed.

Someone should have answered, but no one answered.As if a character had been abruptly erased from the story, he was playing a one-man show by himself, which was abrupt and terrifying.

"Stay here..." he said, his voice was hoarse, and the sound of airflow was as terrifying as the language of snakes. "You must always sit in that position."

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes were so red that they turned black, like blood flowing and then gradually solidified into black.

Tom Riddle, about seventeen or eighteen years old, stared viciously at the empty front, and uttered the most ghastly curse:

"Otherwise...except for you, everyone who sits in that position...will not die well!"

The demon king suddenly opened his eyes, returning to the reality he ruled in the darkness.

The brain is still buzzing.

Even if he was as strong as him, he couldn't adapt to the sudden impact of isolation, repression, and closed emotions for more than ten years.

There are bursts of black spots in front of my eyes, and the nerves connected to my temples are also faintly cramped.

The demon king squinted his eyes and suppressed the unconscious state after two or three seconds. The chaotic language in the dream began to be automatically sorted and combined, and the shocking orders and curses were arranged.

stay.Otherwise, everyone will not die well!

March 1945.Auror office.

"Captain, it hasn't stopped in Germany." Alves frowned, looked at the folder that had just been delivered, and walked into Jon's office, "D7234, the organization in the black cloak, there is news that they almost Annexed the old Ministry of the German Dark Lord."

"How is it possible?" Jon buried his head on the workbench without even raising his eyebrows. The neat short hair made the woman look extraordinarily capable. That's all, don't worry too much."

Alves was stunned for a moment, and then smiled optimistically: "That's right, anyway, it's in Germany, across the strait from us."

"By the way," Jon called to Alves, who was about to turn around and leave, "I haven't found out who is behind D7234 yet?"

Alves shrugged his shoulders: "I didn't find anything specific, but there are so many insignificant things."

"Wait, let me look for it," Alves flipped through the document in his hand, "Oh, it's... Voldemort, I knew it wasn't his real name."

Even as wise as Jon, it is impossible to predict how many devastating disasters this name will bring to the British wizarding world.

She just thought about it for a moment, and then stretched her brows: "It's just a code name."

If Harry was here, maybe the banning of that group would be put on the agenda, prolonging the time for the child to mature.

Unfortunately, he is not here.

Is it by chance, by accident?Or was it secretly manipulated by something?

Nabokov wrote in "Pale Fire", "Time is a spherical prison", and all living beings are prisoners trapped in the prison, and no one can escape the shadow of fate.

All people, no matter whether they come from the future, the past, or exist in this era, without exception.

At this time, there were only 1946 months and 12 days before Tom's 31th birthday on December 20, 21.

☆、August-September 1945

Spiders are scary creatures.

Entrenched in the spider web, the range covered by the spider silk is completely on the side of the gnats of this creature, and then controls all movements, cruelly and resolutely waiting for the opportunity to extend the spider web infinitely until it completely covers the world.

If Tom Riddle has the facial features of an archangel, then he also has the characteristics of a spider.

He moved like a spider.The ferocious limbs waved, and the spider silk shrouded everyone's heads when everyone was unsuspecting.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

"Look! The headlines of the Daily Prophet!"

"Merlin, what's going on?... Hundreds of dementors died suddenly?"

Everyone is puzzled - can dementors die?Even the Patronus Charm can only expel the cracking dementors.They don't eat or drink, they don't have a body, they don't feel pain, they take pleasure in absorbing the negative emotions of humans, they... will die?

Signus, who was sitting next to Tom, poked the cake on the plate, and turned his head to look at the student council president beside him: "What about Azkaban! Will the prisoners inside escape?"

The excellent student council president was always smiling, but somehow it made Signus feel a little creepy.

Tom looked up at Black, grinning wider: "Signus, you should be happy. You Black...don't there be a few of you in there?"

Shocked, Signus suddenly raised his head, met his friend's dark eyes, and felt a chill down his spine.

Why would he know!For the Black family, once they do something that insults the family's reputation, they will immediately block all news from the outside world and remove their name from the family tree.And those who entered Azkaban have been forgotten for a long time.And how did this Riddle, who had no background at all, know?

Malfoy told him?No, probably not even Malfoy himself.

His "friend" suddenly chuckled again, allowing Signus to adjust from his tense state.The handsome and elegant president of the student union stood up, looked at him gently, and seemed to have a smile in his eyes: "It's just a joke, why are you so nervous?"

Signus watched Riddle leave the hall, only to feel a cold sweat on his back.

How can you not be nervous if the information inside your family is clearly understood by others?

The tall and handsome Slytherin stepped out of the hall, and walked step by step to the other side of the castle, across the sunlit lawn.He has grown to the point where he is not afraid of being exposed to the sun.The strength accumulated in his body allowed him to break away from the boundaries of a teenager and grow into a youth and a man.Tom Riddle strode away, sure to win.

Voldemort's subordinates were neither the first nor the last batch of forces, who escaped from Azkaban by creating the illusion of death, and gradually gathered in the cold breeding places, decorated the cages, and waited for the prey.

And he turned his attention to the pure-blood family that occupies the best resources in the wizarding world.

3 month.

"Tom, you seem to be a bit different." In Slytherin's snake cellar, Malfoy sat lazily on a leather chair, holding a snake-headed cane that symbolized strength, staring at the young man with gray eyes.

Tom smiled, his long and narrow eyes raised slightly, and his eyebrows were so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off: "You are different, Director Malfoy."

Malfoy stroked the scepter in his hand, quietly and carefully sizing up the increasingly brilliant junior.

It is indeed different.

Today's Tom Riddle, even if he is sitting like this, he can smell the ambition emanating from that body, full of the smell of gunpowder chasing power, which makes him feel threatened.

Yes, threats.

Abraxas Malfoy has always regarded Tom Riddle as his right-hand man in the future. He understands the degree of danger and the scope of his ambitions, but the reason why he dares to recruit him is because he is sure of this man. Man does not shake his family.The biggest obstacle for this person is that he does not have a strong family background.

Without family background, there would be no power, without power, there would be no qualifications to form alliances with other families, and without allies, he could only be attached to big families.Without a family background, everything is meaningless.

But everything was beyond Abraxas' expectations.

I don't know when, a small group of forces gathered behind Tom Riddle, and then grew in a very short period of time, attracting more forces to join.The proud Malfoy didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until yesterday, when the Black family sent an invitation to Tom, that he realized what happened.