Chapter 95 Extra: Tom's Confession (Revised)

  "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and my sister has been with me since I can remember. I think she's the best person in the world, very smart and knows a lot of things that I don't understand, her knowledge is very broad and taught me many things. She is very gentle to me, every day tells bedtime stories and then hugs me to sleep. She can make some delicious food, but she doesn't often cook, always brings food back from outside to eat, later I found out my sister is lazy."

  My sister and I live in an orphanage in London, I often wonder who my parents are and why they threw us into the orphanage. Are we not good enough? The boys in the orphanage all like my sister, mainly because she's too cute! Hum! Those shallow people, I won't let them snatch away my sister! So I used a little trick to make them dare not approach my sister.

  The priest in the orphanage made us pray to God every day, wearing a cross, but his expression always showed coldness and severity. He made the orphans pray over and over again, saying "God loves humanity, they are all children of God." These abandoned children, too, are children of God. The priest said this with an air of fatigue, barely maintaining a fake smile.

  My sister always sneers at the priest at this time, superficially pious like other children, but carefully looking at her, she is secretly rolling her eyes. I like my sister who has some childishness, such a sister makes me feel that she is my sister, and more often she makes me feel that she is more like a mother.

  She took on the responsibilities that should have been her mother's, teaching me manners and other things that kids don't usually learn, giving me things I liked and books, cooking meals that tasted like home, and showing me what love is...

  The kids in the orphanage always looked at me with strange eyes, and they even said I was the child of a demon. This made me extremely angry, so I glared at them fiercely and returned to my room alone to accompany the books. I don't believe in this thing called friendship. My sister told me that friendship is a very fragile thing, especially human friendship.

  So I'm always alone, as long as I have my sister that's enough! Although I think the last sentence my sister told me was a bit strange, maybe she meant to tell me that friendships with animals can last longer...

  It's not just strange eyes, some people older than me even bully me when I'm alone. I gritted my teeth and furiously fought back with my fists, I'm not one of those weaklings who can tolerate your bullying, one day I'll make them pay the price!

  One time, I finally couldn't bear to tell my sister that the people at the orphanage scolded me as a devil. As I spoke, the grievances in my heart grew thicker and more intense. A mist covered my eyes, I didn't lower my head, desperately forcing back tears, I couldn't let my sister see! I couldn't let her be sad about this kind of thing...

  What surprised me was that she actually picked up my face, making me look at the color of her eyes - a brownish red, a red that is not easily noticeable. I saw her gaze, her indifference to things, her tenderness towards me, and her heartache...

  My sister handed me a mirror to look at the color of my eyes, which was crimson red, but very similar to my sister's... This made me feel very satisfied, and I guess my sister probably sensed my fear.

  Because my sister and I don't look alike at all, although I have some oriental flavor, but a discerning eye can see that I am a Westerner. But my sister has a completely Eastern small face, every detail is as delicate and small as jade. I'm afraid if I weren't her brother, would she still want me? Would she still be so gentle with me?

  I pretended to be happy and asked her why both of our eyes were red, she thought for a moment and told me it was because of blood relationship, which made my concerns in my heart completely disappear, but it also made me feel a little uncomfortable...

  "Sister, one day I will make those who insulted me and treated me badly pay the price they deserve. I will make them eternally regret what they have done in hell! Let them voluntarily surrender to me, kneel on the ground and kiss the dust at my feet!" I gritted my teeth, and my voice became very ominous, which even surprised myself.

  After I finished speaking, I felt a little regretful. I didn't want my sister to see this gloomy side of me, and I was worried that she might not like me because of it. I glanced at her with some concern, only to find that her originally indifferent expression had changed. The corners of her mouth curled up into an eerie arc, and she reached out to pat my head, narrowing her eyes as if smiling but not quite saying "Tom's words are definitely doable, but everything needs to have a measure, remember to be moderate, okay? I don't want you to become a tyrant. So, as your first witness, do I have the honor of witnessing your future glory?"

  I saw her without a hint of joking, very seriously asking me. My heart suddenly warmed up, I proudly raised my head "I grant you this glory."

  Life in the orphanage was very harsh, Mrs. Cole often made the children in the orphanage do hard labor, and if they didn't work, she would punish them by locking them in a cold basement. Moreover, the food in the orphanage was extremely unpalatable, some of which were even spoiled. But I don't have to worry about these things, because my sister always managed to get very delicious food into the orphanage every day.

  It wasn't until I was five years old that I realized something was off. The things around me were always so unbelievable, such as the furniture in my room, the soft big bed, the snow-white round wooden table and the Rococo-style chairs and cabinets, which were impossible for an orphanage to have. I secretly looked at other people's rooms, the old and worn-out chairs and tables that creaked when used, and the iron-framed beds that made people feel back pain when lying down. The most important thing is that in other people's eyes, my sister's room and mine were the same!

  One day, my sister suddenly stopped painting and looked at me with a shocked expression. She quickly finished the painting and handed it to me, telling me to put on my coat and go out according to her drawing. I felt something was off and asked her to come with me, but she refused.

  Not long after she left, that fat kid named Bob Tomasson came to find me, saying he wanted to go out and talk, at which time I knew he was up to no good, but still went out with him.

  But I didn't expect him to have set up an ambush, calling out the guys who were hiding in secret when I turned my back. Outnumbered, the anger in my heart burned brighter and brighter, at that time I really wanted to kill them. My consciousness was getting more and more blurry, but I vaguely felt a strange power bursting out of my body...

  I had a dream, saying it's a dream or another self in another world... I dreamed that I was still living in the orphanage, but there were some differences. There was no sister by my side, no delicious meals made by my sister, no bedtime stories, and no warm hugs...

  In my dream, I was still in the Kolf orphanage, but there was another me there, and I could only stand by and watch that other 'me'.

  Because of his pretty face, many people adopted him, but they all sent him back to the orphanage with a frightened expression. The reason is simple: whenever he gets emotional, unbelievable things happen around him, such as objects in the house start floating and flying randomly.

  The children here are all afraid of him, yet despise him at the same time. Because of his strange ability, they believe in his evil and terrible demon. They keep their distance from him, despising him while also fearing him. It was under such circumstances that Tom walked alone with a proud gaze.

  He was often punished by Mrs. Cole because he was special... and he always looked at anyone in the orphanage with cold eyes and contempt, which made Mrs. Cole very angry. If it can be said that from some aspects he could avoid such situations, but he didn't bother. In his view, this orphanage was nothing, not worth pretending to be himself for.

  The arrogance and pride that shone through his very being, made him stand out at all times. Even in a crowd, among the many children in the orphanage, he could still make people notice him first despite wearing ordinary clothes.

  He treasures the things he snatched from other orphans as precious, a rusty harmonica, a silver-topped needle, and a worn-out yo-yo. I silently watched another me, those things were worthless junk to me, but seeing another me pick up his spoils of war, his originally gloomy expression softened, revealing a rarely seen genuine smile.

  He himself was blowing a harmonica, and soon he could blow out a slightly clumsy tune, but the background that set him off was just the black night sky and the moonlight sprinkled on his body, making his back look even more lonely...

  I furrowed my brow, I really wanted to wake up from this damn dream immediately, I didn't want to look at it anymore, it only made me feel deeply desperate...

  Another thing that was a bit off-putting was his eyes. His eyes were black, unlike my crimson-colored ones. Perhaps he was lucky because red eyes are really too unique and would have caused him a lot of trouble.

  Later, I witnessed him strangling David's rabbit and hanging it on a tree, as well as using snake language to scare the children in the orphanage with a small snake. And he lured two children from the orphanage who had provoked him into a mountain cave, after which the two children were rescued safely, but both went mad.

  At the age of eleven, he received a letter from an owl, an acceptance letter from a school of magic. Another one I sneered at it, he suspected that it was a prank, but there was hope to leave the orphanage and sent back a reply.

  It seems that God is blessing him, or not blessing him, and it's all a big joke. A man came to the orphanage to pick him up, claiming to be a professor at a magic school. But what I saw in his eyes was contempt.

  "Hello, Tom. I am Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore said warmly, but his eyes were not warm at all.

  "Professor?" Another one, I repeated a sentence. He showed an alert expression "Is it like 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Is it her who called you to check on me?" He pointed at the door where Mrs. Cole had just left.

  I was stunned after hearing another of my words, had he been forced by Mrs. Cole to go to the mental hospital?!

  "No, it is not." Dumbledore said with a smile.

  "I don't believe you." He looked at Dumbledore more cautiously "Who are you?"

  "I've told you already, I'm Professor Dumbledore, and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I'm here to invite you to come to my school - your new school - if you'd like to go there. Hogwarts isn't a madhouse, it's a school for magic."

  He stared blankly for a moment, then repeated in a low voice "Magic?"

  "Not bad," Dumbledore said.

  "Those skills of mine... are they magic?" he asked softly in a somewhat perplexed tone.

  "What makes you think you've got what it takes?" Dumbledore said softly, with a gentle persuasive power that made one feel rather inclined to jump into his trap.

  I gazed coldly at the events unfolding before me, but I couldn't change anything. I had a premonition that another me would say something terrible and make that man hate him.

  "All sorts of things." He said in a low voice, his face flushing with excitement. As he spoke, his expression grew increasingly dark, like a demon from hell. "I can move things without touching them, I can make animals do what I say without training them, I can make people who hurt me have bad luck and get injured if I want to."

  "...Right, your thoughts are not wrong." Dumbledore stared blankly at the child in front of him, then quickly regained his composure and said, with something flashing in his eyes, "You are a wizard."

  "Are you also a wizard?"

  "Yes."

  "Prove it to me." He said immediately, his tone calm and flat.

  Dumbledore raised an eyebrow "If, as I understand it, you mean that you will agree to go to Hogwarts if I prove it?"

  "Yes, I completely agree!"

  Dumbledore pulled out his wand from the inside pocket of his robes, pointed it at the old wardrobe in the corner and gave a casual flick. The wardrobe immediately caught fire.

  His eyes sank for a moment, but there was no other movement. I knew he had put all his property in that closet, although I knew the man in front of me was not simple, but I didn't expect him to give another one to me as soon as he came.

  The flames suddenly disappeared, and the wardrobe was intact. However, a faint rattling sound came from inside the wardrobe. "It seems like there's something in your wardrobe that wants to come out. Open the door."

  Another hesitation, and I walked over to yank open the closet door. A few tattered clothes hung from the rod, and on the top shelf was a small, corrugated cardboard box that was shaking back and forth, making a rattling noise, apparently containing several frantic mice.

  "Bring it out," Dumbledore said.

  Another me brought down that swaying trunk with an expressionless face.

  "Isn't there something in that box that you shouldn't have? You will return these things to their rightful owners and apologize." Dumbledore said calmly "I will know if you don't. And let me warn you: Hogwarts does not tolerate thievery."

  I glared coldly at Dumbledore, committing his face to memory. He would pay for wronging me one day. I knew where those things came from - they were gifts sent by couples wanting to adopt children. And another gift of mine had been stolen by someone else. Wasn't it only fair that I could steal someone else's too?

  Another one I saw Dumbledore wanting to leave, stood up and said a sentence "I can still talk to snakes, tell me some secrets, can you?"

  I wanted to keep watching, but the screen suddenly became blurry and I felt dizzy.

  After waking up, I found myself lying in bed, and my sister was looking at me with concern. I couldn't quite tell which one was reality, so I tentatively called out to my sister.

  She responded with a question, asking if I had a nightmare. After thinking for a moment, perhaps this wasn't a nightmare after all. This dream taught me a lot; I can no longer be the fledgling protected by her, and greenhouse flowers cannot withstand the test of reality for long.

  Sister told me that she had punished those who bullied me, and their price was the long-lasting torment of nightmares. I thought about it, and that incredibly realistic dream made me reluctantly acknowledge their punishment.

  I asked her about my biological parents, and she told me that I wasn't abandoned by my mother. My mother died in childbirth. She was a witch, while my father was a Muggle. Not only that, the damned Muggle actually abandoned my mother, who was a witch, leaving her to give birth to me alone on a cold New Year's Eve at an orphanage.

  I am extremely furious, the energy in my body starts to go wild, and the furniture around me begins to float randomly. I know that I and another me in the dream are the same, I am a wizard.

  Later I finally knew why my sister's room and mine were different from others, because my sister was a magician, unlike witches, they seemed to use the power of elements.

  My sister had me summon the card she gave me and found out I was also a magician, which made me very happy. I pestered my sister to teach me magic, but it turned out she wasn't that kind of good teacher, so she abruptly threw me to a great magician for instruction.

  His name is Kuro Rido, and he's my master now. He's incredibly powerful. The cards my sister uses are said to have been created by him, and he has a talking lion and an icy cold person with wings by his side, who were also created by him.

  I followed him and learned a lot of things, while my sister... uh, she's having a tea party with that lion and iceberg in the courtyard, what a leisurely life.

  On my sixth birthday, my sister dragged me out and I saw a bar that appeared in my dreams. I pulled her inside. As expected, it was a place leading to the magical world. I used some tricks to let the bartender let us in, but also came with a red-haired man who would take us familiar with the terrain.

  We arrived at the wizard's bank, which was run by elves. The elves there were different from what I had imagined, to be more precise, I thought they looked more like dwarves, short and ugly.

  Sister said she wanted to exchange money, but I didn't expect her to have so much! She pulled out a small mountain of pounds and gold bars from who-knows-where, and the originally carefree fairy's attitude made a 180-degree turn. With a flattering and respectful face, she asked my sister what services she needed, and even called her "Pure-blood Princess".

  Sister opened a vault and stored two-thirds of her property in it. She then whispered some secrets to the fairy.

  Then came the time of my great suffering, procurement. Yes, I knew that my sister was a foodie and she bought some of everything she hadn't eaten before. However, she also bought me many magic books and magical tools.

  …………

  ………

  Time flew by, and when I was eleven years old, my sister suddenly used magic to get Mrs. Cole to agree to let us go. We moved into a castle, no, a very castle-like mansion. The mansion was filled with valuable things, and the carpet under my feet was also one of the most expensive Persian carpets in the world, and I deeply felt what it meant to be rich beyond the power of any country.

  It was just like my dream, I could do what he did and talk to snakes. My sister told me that only Salazar Slytherin's bloodline can speak Parseltongue, and she forbade me from telling anyone because it would put me in danger. Just thinking about this makes me regretful, another me actually told such an important thing to that guy named Dumbledore, he must not have a good life at school, I can tell that Dumbledore is not a simple man.

  Not unexpectedly, I received the admission notice from Hogwarts, and the one who came to pick me up was that man named Dumbledore! However, this time was different, he couldn't find any handle on me.

  Sister always manages to get something unbelievable, this time she turned my eyes black and converted me from a mixed-blood to a pure-blood. I felt warm in my heart, knowing that sister did this to protect my safety and make me no longer obsessed with blood lineage, I finally got rid of the filthy Muggle father's blood.

  I followed my sister's words and played a trick on Dumbledore, making him dizzy. Afterwards, I went with him to buy my school supplies. Dumbledore, you will definitely pay for this!

  After finishing the most painful shopping trip of my life, I dragged back the stuff that had been shrunk by the curse and threw it at those neurotic household elves.

  I thought I would be greeted by my sister's smiling face, but reality is just that cruel. She told me she wasn't a person of this era, she came from the future, her body had always been five years old because she didn't belong here, and she had to go back.

  I was stunned at the time, she actually said she was a person from the future? This is too absurd, but I couldn't deny that she really didn't grow up, not one bit. I grabbed her hand and told her not to leave, but she said it wasn't up to her, even if she didn't want to leave, that force would take her away.

  I compromised, yes, I let her go. She said she would wait for me in the future, nearly a hundred years from now.

  I opened the letter she wrote to me, on which was written 【

  Dear Tom:

  When you see this letter, it means I've already left. Unfortunately, I won't be able to accompany you anymore. Whether or not I said goodbye to you, you should know that you are my most beloved brother, my only brother. As for the reason why I left, it's because I come from the future, whether you believe it or not.

  I believe you will go to Slytherin, I hope you can win the first place of grade one, you have this ability. Also remember to ask the items of all snakes in the castle when you are free, they will tell you where the treasure of Slytherin is. And be careful with old honey bee, I told you before.

  And you, if you dare to slaughter foolishly, be careful when we meet again, I'll shoot you ==+ If you don't believe it, in the near future, you can watch Hitler's outcome, I don't want to have a brother with a stench that lasts for ten thousand years, do you understand?

  In case you don't believe this, I've summarized it for you: the population of the wizarding world is less than one million, while that of the Muggle world has already reached four billion. Think about it yourself. And as for Muggle weapons, I have complete data in my drawer; with just one bomb, you can say goodbye to the wizarding world, and Hogwarts will be reduced to ashes.

  So I don't mind at all if your future ambition is to dominate the wizarding world, just use your knowledge and don't be careless in monopolizing the wizarding world! I believe you will become a dark duke admired by tens of thousands of people in the future.

  Also, please remember that if you dare to play with soul splitting, don't think about seeing me again in this lifetime. I don't want to clean up your mess! As for the reason, look at the documents in the drawer yourself!! The reason is simple: when I knew you in the future, unfortunately, you often ran to the forbidden book district at night to sneak a peek at black magic books, and then won the grand prize of finding an advanced black magic book, from which you embarked on a road of no return. Then, you cut your soul into seven pieces like sliced bread. Not only that, but you also ruined your face! I feel like writing a scolding letter to you now!! (The paper here is torn apart) You actually turned your lovely little face into a snake-like face that can scare children to tears!

  Alas... Tom's bestiality is indeed touching, I know you really love Nagini, but I still suggest you not to make it ambiguous between human and ghost, you may be able to use transformation magic to be intimate with Nagini.

  I'll stop nagging here, remember to take a look at the materials in the drawer! The key to the safe in your hand, I suppose you already know, is that the safe belongs to you. Open the box in the drawer, there's a space ring I gave you, which contains many things useful for you.

  Looking forward to meeting you in the future, your sister Jiulankuiying

  I couldn't help but smile wryly, my mouth twitching as I looked at the letter in my hand. I opened the drawer and put on the ring, which I recalled buying with her at Gulingge when I was six years old... never expecting that she had bought it for me...

  When I was about to graduate, my master Kuloriido told me that he would also be leaving. He was going to Japan, a distant island nation. Although I felt complicated emotions, I had great respect for this powerful and accomplished magician. My sister said, there is no banquet that does not disperse, people will always part ways eventually...