Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

"Senior Tom, be my dog!"

A chuckle rang out that he would never forget, and Tom, who was sitting on the stone floor, looked up with wide eyes.

That disgusting bronde hair stood out under the glowing wand.

And that face that always keeps a light smile, like a nobleman......

"Lorne Geralt?!"

Tom's face grew gloomy when he saw the familiar face.

Although he didn't know what was going on with him, he could hear what Lorne had just said to him.

Be your dog?

He, Tom Riddle, is the future Voldemort and wants him to be someone else's dog?

What are you dreaming about, dog!

"Don't be so angry, I have the impression that Senior Tom is very calm. "

Lorne walked up to him and slowly crouched down to look directly at Tom's grey pupils.

"How?"

"Pretty good feeling after resurrection, right?"

Resurrection?

Tom froze when he heard the word, and it was only then that he realized that something had changed in his body.

There is a sense of touch and taste, and this is no longer the soul body it used to be.

I was resurrected by Geralt?

"What do you mean, Geralt!" Tom slowly stood up, his grey eyes staring at Lorne.

He doesn't understand!

I don't understand why I was resurrected by Lorne.

And resurrect a soul possessed in a diary......

Tom couldn't think of any spell that could resurrect a soul!

It's a fantasy.

"Didn't I say it, I want you to be my subordinate!"

Lorne patted him on the shoulder and whispered.

Of course, your answer doesn't matter to me. "

"Because you can't go against my will, my dear Tom-senpai. "

As the words fell, Tom sneered.

"I don't know how you brought me back to life, but you think you can control me this way?"

"Stop dreaming, Geralt!"

Lorne didn't answer him, but threw Selwyn's wand to him.

"Alright, use Avada on yourself!"

"Don't play—"

Tom subconsciously caught it, and before he could react, he saw that his hand had been raised uncontrollably.

A glowing green light burst out from the tip of the wand.

Bang –

The Curse struck Tom directly in the head under Tom's terrified gaze.

But......

"I ...... Are you alright?"

Tom's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the wand still facing him.

The green light just now was indeed a life-requiring spell, and he could even feel his hairs stand on end.

That's a warning from danger.

However, the requisite spell hit his head, but he didn't die, not even a nosebleed.

No, that's not the focus!

It's - why did he obediently follow Geralt's instructions!

Thinking of this, Tom finally realized that something was wrong.

"What did you do to my body!?" he asked, in a deep voice, but the tremor in his tone could not hide it.

"It's just a little bit of a way to get you obedient. "

Lorne said, taking out a mirror from the Kamui space and handing it to him.

"Besides, now you can be said to be immortal. "

Immortal?

Tom picked up the mirror suspiciously, and found that his skin had a large irregular crack, like a burnt terracotta figurine.

The most striking thing is the pair of black eyes and gray pupils, which look full of life, without any agility.

"It's ...... Me?"

A sense of fear rose in Tom's heart.

In this body, only the soul that resides in it belongs to him.

"You resurrected me just so that I could do things for you?!"

He asked, looking up at Lorne.

"Otherwise, resurrect you and make you a mascot?"

Lorne picked up his glowing wand and opened the plank in the basement.

"Let's go, we might be able to go outside and have a cup of black tea and have a good chat. "

To be able to get Tom to surrender wholeheartedly, Lorne knew it was impossible.

After all, when he was at Hogwarts, he did something too much to Senior Tom.

However, now Tom can't get out of his grasp, so there is still room for negotiation.

What Lorne needs is Tom's intelligence and charisma, not an unconscious corpse.

"You soul demon!"

Looking at the unsuspecting back, Tom tried to give him an Arvada shot, but his hand never lifted.

It's like having no arms.

This resurrection spell is really insidious.

Geralt, you're a true Dark Wizard!

After pondering for a long time, Tom finally followed.

Unable to commit suicide, and unaware of the spell's counter-spell, it meant that he couldn't escape Lorne's control.

"Lord Geralt!"

Morris, who was waiting at the door, saw Lorne come out, and hurriedly shouted in a low voice.

Not to mention that Lorne lifted the werewolf's curse for him, the kind of power that didn't need to burst out with a wand at the time was enough for him to surrender.

However, after seeing the handsome young man with a gloomy face following Lorne, Maurice was stunned for a moment.

"Who is this?"

"Tom Riddle. "

Lorne gave a brief introduction.

Maurice nodded knowingly, not continuing to ask.

Tom, who came out, sat down in the wooden chair opposite Lorne.

"So, Senior Tom, do you still know the situation in Tumbledown Alley?"

Lorne asked, handing over a cup of black tea.

"You want to master this place?"

Tom sneered, he could tell Lorne's undisguised purpose.

"This is nothing more than a gathering place for some dark wizards, werewolves and pure-blood nobles!"

Although he was extremely resistant to answering Lorne's question, he couldn't help but say it.

This damn curse!

Tom cursed viciously in his heart.

"Don't resist so much, you're completely at my disposal now. "

"Instead of doing those useless rebellions, you should follow me well. "

Lorne looked at the distorted face, a smile on his lips.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you and Voldemort face each other!"

"It must have been fun at that time!"