My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 132

Tom carefully looked at the man in front of him, and at the first glance he looked at him, there was a familiar feeling in Tom's heart, as if he was looking at a mirror that could see the future.

The man's pale skin was even a little translucent, looking sickly, but under his withered and old face, he had the bridge of the nose as straight as Tom, with the same thin lips and the same sharp eyebrows, all kinds of on his face. The characteristics are exactly the same as Tom's, but there are some differences-his brow bones are high, but his eye sockets are deep. If the light source is above his head, Tom should not be able to see his eyes at this moment. The bloodshot eyes flashed with astonishment as Tom.

"Have you... seen enough?"

A hoarse voice sounded in the room.

Old Tom also looked at Tom in the same way, staring at this teenager who was almost a copy of his youth. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked away quietly. He didn't want to show his timidity in front of the boy who was suspected of his own son, so he had to sideways. Face, hiding his expression in the shadow on the back of the flame, like a hunter in a snowy field waiting for prey to enter the net, asked.

Tom said nothing. He found that his most comfortable posture on the sofa was exactly the same as the man of the same name. He simply changed his movements, spread his legs, put his arms on his knees, and crossed his hands. The chin, the body arched up, like a leopard ready to go, and a viper with his body curled up.

There was only a word between the two people, but the atmosphere at the moment suddenly rose. The male servant who was waiting felt that the temperature in the room was a bit cold, shaking, and trying to bypass Old Tom to fill the fireplace with some firewood. The old butler at the door called away.

Tom and Old Tom looked at each other by the fire, and only the heavy breathing of Old Tom and the crackling of the pine wood in the fireplace were left in the room.

After a while, the old housekeeper returned to the room, brought a booklet and handed it to Old Tom. Old Tom took the booklet and spread it out on his knees. He put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and leaned his head through the booklet. The sound of the paper turning is obviously loud, but it can't squeeze into the air of the room at all.

"Enough watching."

Just when old Tom finished reading halfway and was about to turn back, Tom suddenly spoke and interrupted his movements.

The old Tom's movements became stiff and he raised his head to look at the opposite Tom. He opened his mouth, but only squeezed out the syllables similar to "Uh" from his throat. After maintaining this movement for a while, he shook his head, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace. With a complicated smile, he said, "It looks like you are a lot better than I thought."

Tom continued to support his chin, nodded, and motioned for old Tom to continue.

"So, she... called you'Tom Riddle', didn't she?" Old Tom closed the booklet and asked, "My name..."

"is my name."

Tom said indifferently, he was already twisted in his heart, and inexplicably thought: "If Gnar meets his father, it shouldn't be such a scene."

"Yes, it's your name." Old Tom nodded and said, "You can call any name, including that Gellert Grindelwald, but now it is also my name. When I am a hundred years later, it will be It belongs to you only."

Old Tom showed a strange expression on his face, sighed, and turned his trembling right hand to Tom, and said seriously, "My name is Tom Riddle."

"I know."

Tom seemed to be delayed, and he paused for a while before sitting up straight, reaching out his hand and gently squeezing old Tom's fingertips.

"You may not be able to tell, you are almost exactly the same as when I was young, so I will first explain my intention to find you."

With his ancestors' shadow and years of experience, old Tom is used to talking about the situation in the mall, but he doesn't know how to speak under such circumstances. After holding back for a long time, he said something that makes him laugh. Fortunately, he is in the room. All three of them had seen the market and did not laugh, but it made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.

"I know."

"Very well, let me tell you... wait, you know?"

"I know."

Old Tom clenched his fist and tapped his forehead, and said with a headache, "Do you know what I will do after I find you?"

"I don't know." Tom finally said something other than "I know". He shook his head and asked seriously, "What is it?"

"It's for..." Old Tom seemed to have completely lost his language ability in front of Tom. His carefully prepared words had completely lost their usefulness under the three "I know", and he had to say weakly, "The story is a bit long. , Can I start from the beginning?"

"Please."

"Okay, I and the woman who gave birth to you... don't know if you have any impressions, your mother, there is some discord, but obviously, you should be my biological son." Old Tom whispered. , Suddenly scratched his hair and asked, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Please."

The butler stepped forward with a wink and handed the opened cigar box. Old Tom shook his head and said, "Smoke."

The butler quickly brought him what he wanted. Old Tom lit one, took a deep breath, and coughed violently, but the feeling that his vision was covered by smoke made him feel like a fish in water, and he was able to continue speaking comfortably. Go down.

"Seriously, I only learned that I still have a son alive not long ago. In fact, our family has been paying attention to you for so many years..."

Through the smoke, old Tom saw Tom's expressionless face saying "You continue to make up a few words", so he coughed, changed his words on his own, and told the story of him and Merope.

After a few cigarettes passed, Old Tom said sincerely: "Seriously, I don't expect you to believe--"

"I believe it." Tom believed it too much. As a wizard who had just heard about the dangers of ecstasy in class last week, he had heard many things from various pure-blood genealogies and Nelson. He simply believed in using ecstasy to control the old. Tom is something his wizard mother can do. He nodded and said, "I understand, so you think you are just an innocent victim in this matter, don't you?"

There was a struggling look on old Tom's face. He was silent for a moment, lit a cigarette to exhaust it, then lit another, and finally said: "Yes, boy, I really want to lie to you that we are in a good relationship. Use this to win your favor, but I can't do it. I have escaped from that magic cave for more than ten years. It has always been my nightmare."

"I understand that if I encounter that kind of thing, I will run if I change it." Except for a few people, Tom has always been a person with weak emotions, and the same is true for his biological mother, who has never met. He is grateful. The witch brought him into this world, but she didn't feel that she owed her anything. "Especially after listening to this story, I think I should be just a by-product of her crazy love. Besides, I am the same as her. People."

Tom's last sentence was vague, and old Tom didn't catch it.

But when he heard the previous sentence, he suddenly felt a little intolerable after he hadn't relented in his whole life. He felt that he should at least do some of his father's duties, and at least let this child have the right to know the truth. This thought made him feel heartened. Surprised, "What is this? Am I confessing?"

"what did you say?"

"Nothing." Old Tom opened the pamphlet on his lap, opened one of the pages, called the old housekeeper, and motioned him to tell Tom.

"Master," said the old butler, "According to what I learned from Mrs. Cole, the manager of the West City Orphanage, Miss Gunter persisted for five months after the master left before giving birth to you. When the due date is approaching At the time, she had run out of oil and the lamp was withered, so she found the Xicheng Orphanage on that snowy night and fell on the doorstep-according to Mrs. Cole, she was facing the door, but she let her back and The back of her head was knocked on the steps, which may be one of the reasons why she died soon."

Tom grinned, not knowing whether it was because he heard Mrs. Cole's name or the story of his mother protecting himself.

Old Tom was uncomfortable when he heard it, and quickly licked his cigarette butts, making the sparks brighter than the fire.

"So why are you looking for me?" Tom asked after digesting the news.

"On the one hand, I want you to inherit my family business." Returning to the topic, Old Tom was obviously more comfortable. He sighed again and said, "After all, I have died soon."

"I don't need it." Tom raised his eyebrows. Muggle wealth couldn't make him excited, but the following news still surprised him.

"I know you have a career despite your young age." Old Tom was stunned. He didn't expect his son to be uninterested in his wealth. He had done a good job of Tom Nato and he worshipped himself for filial piety. The son was prepared. This refusal made him a little unprepared, so he had to persuade him painstakingly, "There is no way out to engage in art. I don't object to the younger generations in the family having their own hobbies, but it can only be a hobby after all. I don't understand how rich I am."

"How rich?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Our family has been operating in Europe, especially England, for hundreds of years. Every country in the world has its own estates," said Old Tom. "Like the street where this hotel is located, the Riddles can be bought in less than a month."

"Oh, that's amazing..." Tom said flatly with his eyes hanging down.

"The old colony is full of our family's properties. Although they are independent, gold is not independent."

Old Tom has completely deviated from his original intention. From the moment Tom entered the door, he was very satisfied with the son who fell from the sky. He no longer wanted to deceive a tool man to find a daughter. Instead, he had a strange It feels that this son who has the same name as himself may be able to continue his career and make the family more brilliant, so he continues to confuse Tom with what he is best at.

"Go home and study for a few years, and you can directly climb to the top, or even go higher!"

Old Tom was bewitched by himself. He even thought he was a few years younger, but Tom was already bored. I was the one who wanted to use magic to change the world with Gnar. Who would play that with a bunch of Muggles?

He repeated impatiently: "I don't need it."

"You don't need it?" Old Tom only felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. His family was the old money among the old money, the noble among the nobles, and the politicians and wealthy businessmen could not wait to become their own son. on? He raised his tone and asked, "Did you not understand? Do you know what you refused?"

"You can just tell me what you want me to do." Tom is a little tired. He doesn't want to play with these twists and turns. He can see from the time he looks at him. Old Tom is pregnant with himself. There is a grudge and don't have a plan, and he doesn't have much trust-this is completely different from the scene where the father and son meet in his imagination, so Tom relaxed, leaned comfortably on the sofa, and asked, looking at the fire. There are no unreasonable gifts in the world. Everything comes at a price. This is what a friend of mine told me."

"I--"

"So, what's the price?"

The room was quiet again, and this time Old Tom's gasping voice was louder, completely overwhelming the sound of wood cracking.

The black veil outside the window became heavier, which made Tom completely unable to rely on natural light sources to judge the time. He just lay on the sofa and looked at the flame that changed shape every moment. I don't know how long it had passed. Old Tom gave a wry smile and held it. The armrest of the sofa wanted to stand up, but because it was too weak, he fell back onto the sofa. The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to help. Old Tom waved his hand and held the armrest for the second time. He stood up hard in battle with his legs, and he trembled. Walking upright in front of Tom, his flushed eyes were a little moist.

"You won, Tom." Old Tom called Tom's name for the first time. He reached into the inner pocket of his formal suit, took out an old yellowed photo, handed it to Tom, and said, "Whether you like it or not. Yes, since I have found you, you are my heir-those things will be yours from now on~www.mtlnovel.com~I don't—"

"Wait for me to finish," Old Tom interrupted Tom's refusal. This was the first time he had taken the initiative in today's conversation. He stood upright, like an old lion who was old and frail, although he was brave. The fighting is far less fierce than those young lions, and even makes them feel like they are ready to move, but before he really abdicates, his roar can still deter all the invading enemies.

Tom was even a little frightened. He took the picture and looked down. He was stunned when he saw the girl above, then his eyebrows were slowly raised.

"I said, I am running out of time, and it doesn't matter to me what you want to leave you." Old Tom said, "But there is something you have to do anyway!"

"Okay... OK." Tom curled his neck, he was so surprised that he was a little afraid of the old Tom at this moment!

"This is your sister, her name is Lola, Lola Riddle." Lao Tang raised his head and blinked his eyes vigorously, with a distorted tone. "Birthday is December 30, 1927. How about your mother and I? It doesn't matter anymore, it's a matter of the older generation, but your sister is your closest relative in this world. She was lost in London in 1932. You must find her, not for me, but for yourself. , Do you understand?" My classmate who is jumping to Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 132 Father and Son Green Reading-Hogwarts My Classmate is Voldemort-Fiction Reading Network... , If there is no automatic jump, please click [Jump]

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