Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

There was some vibration in the green space, and the sound of dripping rain could be heard.

Shor suddenly appeared here, and in front of him was a black-haired, pale but handsome little boy, who was hiding in the corner and secretly looking at the gate.

This boy with red lips and white teeth was Tom Riddle when he was a child.

Shor followed Tom's gaze and saw a kind female doctor holding a cute little girl at the gate of the orphanage, saying something to a couple in luxurious clothes.

After a while, the well-behaved little girl was taken away by the couple.

Little Tom, who was hiding, had a trace of envy in his cold eyes, but he said disdainfully: The bad guy is really good at pretending to be good.

Shor nodded, and he agreed with Tom's point of view.

The conditions in the British orphanage at this time were not very good. How many innocent children could get along well in it?

The scene changed and came to a cave by the sea.

Tom was talking excitedly to several boys.

"I can command snakes. If you follow me in the future, we will be friends and we will never have to worry about food and clothing."

Several slightly sloppy boys listened to the hissing sound coming from the darkness with horror, and turned their heads to look at Tom like a monster.

"Monster, he is a monster!"

"Ah! Run!"

"Woo, don't eat me!"

Several children cried, screamed, ran away, and stumbled.

Tom's pale face was very ugly, and his little fists creaked.

A small snake climbed up his shoulder along his trouser legs. Tom took a deep breath and spoke to the little snake in Parseltongue.

"It seems that I am not suitable for making friends. Only you are willing to accompany me."

The scene changed again.

A wizard in a moon-white robe and thick hair and beard was Dumbledore who came to inform Tom to enroll.

At this time, he pointed to the burning toys in the closet and preached to Tom.

"Stealing is wrong. Hogwarts does not allow stealing. Otherwise, you will lose your qualification to become a wizard. Apologize!"

Tom looked at the flames, and the respect and desire for Dumbledore in his eyes quickly disappeared.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, turned around and said sincerely.

"Professor, I know I was wrong."

Shor watched from the side, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry.

Dumbledore missed a great opportunity to redeem Tom at this time, even if he had been a little more patient.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore at this moment was not the "headmaster" who was very friendly to the little wizard, and he was busy dealing with Grindelwald who was causing unrest all over the world, and he was very anxious and irritable.

Time and fate.

Shor thought about it and felt that Tom's soul was not excited enough at the moment, and the soul-controlling skill of the puppet technique could not be activated.

The scene changed again.

The environment became the Hogwarts that Shaw was very familiar with.

Tom was holding a simple gift box and was about to knock on the door of the Transfiguration Office when he suddenly heard a voice from inside.

"No! Horace, I won't be your witness, and I don't approve of you taking Tom as your godson. That child has a problem with his mind. He, he is also a descendant of the Gaunt family. You know the concept of that family."

"Albus, I know, I know everything, but I just like this little guy from the bottom of my heart."

"Horace, as an old friend, I still have to advise you not to make mistakes, and give Tom fewer notes in the restricted area. Who is outside the door?..."

Tom outside the door had bloodshot eyes and distorted facial features. He didn't care about the gift box falling to the ground, and staggered away.

Shaw's expression also tightened, and he felt a little empathy. He secretly criticized Dumbledore for being so defensive against Tom.

This time he still didn't activate the puppet spell.

Next, Tom completely turned evil.

In the secret room, he got Salazar's legacy and laughed wildly.

"Dumbledore, I will prove that I am better than you. One day, I will make you bow your head and admit that you are wrong!"

In the bathroom on the third floor, Tom walked out from behind the basilisk and looked at the dead Myrtle coldly, with a strange look on his face.

After hesitating for a while, he took out a notebook, pointed the wand at his forehead, and recited the extremely evil spell.

Shor was a little moved. This time Tom killed people and split their souls to make Horcruxes, which was a huge change in Tom's character.

He thought about it but still didn't make a move. He always felt that this was not the most vulnerable time for Tom.

Shor saw a trace of guilt in Tom's eyes.

On a rainy day, Great Hampton, Riddle Mansion.

At this moment, screams rang out one after another, and countless servants fell one by one under Tom's killing curse.

Finally, he slowly came to a luxurious study.Inside.

A haggard man was huddled on the sofa by the fireplace, looking at the murderous Tom with turbid eyes.

This man was old Tom Riddle. At this moment, he was not afraid, but laughed, and his laugh was so ferocious.

"Haha, little bastard, you finally come to kill me?"

Little Tom's cold eyes became colder, and he asked indifferently.

"Why did you abandon my mother?"

After hearing this, old Tom's expression became more crazy, and he fell off the sofa while trembling, and then he pounded the floor desperately, tearing his heart.

"Abandon? I wish I could kill that crazy woman! She is so ugly and so evil. My body is so broken now, and it's all because of the poison she fed me all the year round.

This made me unable to enjoy my endless wealth, and caused my dozen beautiful mistresses to leave me one after another! Your mother is just a nymphomaniac!"

Little Tom's teeth were bleeding, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was shaking.

The only warmth in his eyes disappeared.

Tom stretched out his magic wand and shouted at Old Tom.

"Apologize! Apologize to my dead mother! Otherwise I will kill you!"

Old Tom looked at Little Tom as if he was looking at a mentally retarded child.

"Apologize? Don't dream! Want to kill me? Go ahead, haha, I've wanted to die for a long time, I wish you would kill me, this will make you an orphan, and you will also be charged with patricide, this is my revenge on that vicious cousin!"

"Ah! You deserve to die!"

Little Tom staggered back, roared in anger, and then pointed the tip of his wand at Old Tom.

"Avada Kedavra!"

After a dazzling green light, the bedroom door seemed to fall into endless silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Tom, who was lying on the ground in a daze, with empty eyes like a walking corpse, stood up and slowly walked out the door.

The sky was dark and the rain was pouring.

Tom half-knelt on the muddy ground in the courtyard, letting the cold rain wash over him.

Soon he was soaked, but his heart was even colder.

Then, Tom shed tears for the first and last time in his life, and shouted to the sky.

"Mother, I have avenged you!

But why! Why don't I deserve love!

Since everyone in the world has betrayed me, I will stand on the top of the world and make all of you kneel down and surrender!

Since no one loves me, I will make you all hate me! Resent me! Fear me! Fear me! Ah!"

Shor was standing aside, looking at Tom's helpless appearance at the moment, and was filled with emotion for a while.

Everyone is not born to be evil.

The environment of the original family is really important to a person's life, and good guidance after birth is also important.

He exhaled. The previous memories were basically the nodes of Tom's life, which were locked in the deepest part of his soul. Under the influence of his Versailles and customized hallucinogens, Shaw had captured his soul one by one. This should be the deepest and softest memory of Tom's soul.

The opportunity has come.

So he made a complicated spell-guiding gesture with both hands, sighed, and pointed at Tom who was almost collapsed.

"Soul Shackles!"