Chapter 198 Lonely Soul, (Special Chapter) Thanks to the Leader of the Book Friend [A Lonely Dog] for the Reward

Memories rush~~

The endless howls echoed in the depths of the soul, and listening to the melodious screams of pain was simply refreshing from the bottom of my heart.

"Cruciate!"

The glow of the spell flickered, illuminating a pale face.

are you happy? I am very happy. To be happy is to laugh wildly, don't care about where you are, what kind of situation you are in, just be happy and laugh.

"Grin ho la la!"

The light of the spell flickered, and Anton let out a wow in amazement, feeling the joy of the whole world.

Do not!

I am not Anton.

Endless dark clouds rolled in the stone corridor, and thunder and lightning crawled in the air.

In the deepest part of the stone corridor, the huge stone door opened slightly, and a king cobra crawled out slowly.

It just wandered wantonly in the long corridor intertwined with thunder and lightning, neighing in the face of the dark clouds in the sky, and its body began to expand and change.

Finally, a tall, thin, handsome boy appeared in place.

His black hair was well-groomed, his black pupils were full of arrogance and confidence, and his wizard robe fluttered as he walked out slowly.

"I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Although he doesn't like the name Tom, it's too common. If you call Tom on any street in Europe, different people will respond.

"Hufflepuff? Nature? Animagus?"

He looked back at the secret room, curled his lips, "Boring inheritance."

Returning from the fireplace to the back kitchen of the school, Tom looked at the ugly creatures huddled in the corner with disgust. He couldn't believe that the delicious food he ate in the auditorium came from the hands of such filthy things. Feel a little off-putting.

He had thought that the magic school would enslave some pathetic weak Muggles to prepare food for noble wizards like them.

At least it should be like in the novel, wearing a decent maid's outfit and a butler's tuxedo.

Although he felt that Muggles were no cleaner than these elves.

His time in the orphanage had shown him exactly what a so-called Muggle really was.

Those lowly Muggles always look down on the excellence of others, as long as they show a little preference for cleanliness, these disgusting orphans will crazily humiliate and ridicule him, pushing him out like a different kind.

They'd piss on his bed, humiliate the clean kid, and try to pull that wrong back into their filthy world.

And the staff of the orphanage would only tell him, "You should learn to be social."

heh~

How do you fit in, are you as dirty as them?

Do you like to bully the weak as much as they do? Like them, can't you see that others like to read books? Do you go to the street to steal things like them? Like them, stuff your own things into other people's closets and plant yourself as a thief?

Like them... Low?

The staff will only trust those people. After all, everyone has the same caliber, and he is just a withdrawn child who doesn't like to talk. Those who welcome him are always punished.

Punishment for washing the toilet, punishment for being hungry, punishment for washing socks for others...

The ugliness of human nature is the only thing Tom has learned in the orphanage.

nausea!

It's so disgusting that I want to destroy everything.

But he knew that there was no need to destroy, as long as he came there with great power, these people would kneel down obediently in front of him, trying to kiss his shoe toe.

Yes, he knew, anyway, these people are so disgusting, this is the virtue.

He had punished and tortured Muggles with his magical powers.

Fortunately, he wasn't actually a Muggle.

But a noble wizard.

It is like a god living in the clouds overlooking the ants in the sky.

He frantically pursues magical knowledge, not to become stronger, but to make his wisdom worthy of his noble status.

But it's a pity that today is a holiday, so I can only temporarily leave this kingdom of gods and return to the dirty mortal world.

Of course, it must have been a meaningful summer as he finally tracked down the bloodline to which the 'Marvolo' in his name belongs.

Maybe he'll find his loved ones who are truly his.

loved ones...

The relatives he longed for so much.

No one understands how lonely an orphan who has been bullied and excluded is. He decides to forgive their abandonment, as long as he has relatives.

Even if you only need to give him a little love, it's okay to pretend.

After all, he didn't dare to expect too much.

All the way up the stairs of Hogwarts Castle, the students who were facing him greeted him one after another.

"Hey, Tom." Nodding with a smile.

"Hey, Riddle." Nodding with a smile.

"Hello, Prefect!" A group of people in Slytherin uniforms saluted respectfully. Tom patted their shoulders with a smile and continued to walk up.

At this moment, a wizard wearing an exquisite three-piece suit was standing at the corner of the stairs. Tom quickly ran in small steps, with excitement and a little fear in his heart, rushed to him, respectfully Salute, "Professor Dumbledore!"

However, Dumbledore just stared at him with cold eyes, patted his shoulder lightly, and walked down the stairs.

Oh, Tom didn't mind, Dumbledore always did.

This is what a strong man looks like.

Tom's eyes were filled with admiration.

...

...

This world is so disgusting, so disgusting that it makes me want to vomit!

Tom stared blankly at the so-called uncle in front of him in disbelief, who should have jumped over and hugged him fiercely, saying, "My child, I finally found you. It must have been hard to live alone. You should With loved ones together' and the like.

And then he'll have a big smile, yes, he should have a really big smile.

Then he said, no, don't bother uncle, I already have a family, and my home is Hogwarts.

But……

not at all!

The man standing in front of them, this thing dirtier than a homeless man, his thick hair was tangled with thick dirt, and the original color could no longer be discerned. A few teeth were missing from his mouth, and his two small black eyes were staring in opposite directions.

"That disgusting little slut, that sister who is only fit to be a slave, violated the blood of Slytherin, and secretly left this house while my father and I were in prison."

"He actually went to find that Muggle man, and even played some tricks, aha, I guess it was either the Imperius Curse or the Love Potion, and let the man elope with him."

"But, hahaha, this woman who was a squib before we were imprisoned may have some magic power, which is not enough to control that man for a long time."

"He woke up and left this disgusting looking little slut."

"Love, what a joke."

"You are very handsome, Tom, haha, you have the same name and handsome appearance as your father, and you are still obsessed with that man until your death."

The uncle laughed strangely, "Marvolo, it's ridiculous, this lowly person dares to use her father's name for his son, this is so bad..."

Tom couldn't listen any more.

He waved his wand crisply, "Crucio!"

The light of the curse was like plasma, rushing towards the man from the tip of the staff, and the man let out a mournful howl.

Tom just looked at him quietly, looking at him with a calm expression, "You are not allowed to say that about her, she was right to leave you disgusting people, and she was right to pursue love. Soul curse, it's no big deal."

"And you, don't deserve to be her brother."

The light of Cruciatus did not stop for a long time.

Tom's tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes quietly. It was the fantasy of all family affection. With the tears, he left his body and his soul.

For some reason, he looked at this man who was screaming under the Cruciatus Curse, and felt an indescribable relief in his heart.

"You are only worthy of the Cruciatus Curse."

The light of the spell became brighter and brighter, and gradually climbed to a level of power that Tom had never had before. The pleasure brought by the sadism was also constantly filling his empty heart.

strong?

In exchange for affection.

Tom raised his head and looked at the sky between the leaves, as if he could see a woman with a blurred face.

"Mother……"

He pursed his lips tightly and took a deep breath with all the beautiful fantasies about his mother.

"You like that man, right? Then I'll send him over to you."

As he said that, he chuckled and looked down at the so-called uncle, "As for you, you should take some responsibility for your sister, right? You were the one who killed the Riddle family, Morfin Gunter."

...

...

"child……"

"child……"

"Professor Dumbledore, this is useless, I have a solution."

A high-pitched voice rang in my ears, "Why don't you sleep, you will have plenty of time to sleep after you die!"

Anton woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, turned over and got up, "Teacher, I was wrong, I will never..."

"Quack quack quack." The old wizard pointed at Anton with his left hand, and let out a strange laugh of joy with his head resting on his right hand.

Dumbledore looked at Anton and the old wizard Fiennes strangely.

"!!!" Anton gave a middle finger forcefully.

Well, finally woke up. Anton took a deep breath, turned to look at Dumbledore, "I was almost eroded by his memory and couldn't get out!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "Thank you."

Anton shrugged, "Just take it as a reward for your past care, Professor Dumbledore, don't expect me to do anything for you in the future!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Or you will carry out the plan? This is not in the depths of the soul, and I have no way to rebound the death curse."

"!!!" Anton stared at Dumbledore with wide-eyed eyes, "Do you think this is compensation? This is not asking me to work for you! Don't do it, you want whoever you want, and you are not willing to accompany you."

"Well, I thought you would like it, after all, you have a criminal record..."

hehe.

Does having a criminal record mean that this person can only do this kind of thing in his life? Anton couldn't help thinking of Tom's childhood memories, sighed slightly, looked at this stubborn Dumbledore, and planned to say something for Tom.

Think about it.

Forget it, Voldemort has cut off all the love.

Can not go back.

What's the use of proving that he once longed for beauty, too.

It would be more practical to kill him. Knowing that he was a good person would only affect the speed at which Dumbledore drew his sword.

He just smiled coldly, "None of my business!"

Slam the door and leave.

Old V's memory...

Anton is so capable of empathy, he was an orphan in his previous life, how could he not experience the loneliness and the despair of disillusionment.

He's in a bad mood right now.

Don't mess with him!

Thanks to the leader of the book friend [A Lonely Dog] for the reward