[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

Life is unfair. This is what Tom Riddle understood long ago.

His real life began at the age of eleven, when Dumbledore was fatefully leading the way in his first foray into the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore was a well-behaved teacher at the time, and dutifully gave small punishments after discovering his theft. The current Dumbledore certainly wouldn't do that - he would have a smarter, gentler approach than playing by the rules like a ruthless judge.

From an early age Tom felt he deserved to be extraordinary. He was nothing like Billy and Mrs Cole, who cried and cried, and this orphanage, surrounded by high railings.

After Dumbledore uttered the word "magic", he fully understood why he thought so.

-Because he is extraordinary.

Life at Hogwarts passed very fast. After graduation, he chose to be an apprentice at Borgin Bock, which puzzled his followers, many of whom came from prominent families, and they had no problem with Tom in a dark and narrow place. The behavior of working in the shop is full of confusion, even suggesting that if he is too poor, he can help him a little bit.

Tom didn't explain much, leaving his followers confused. Soon, in the second year he got the news he wanted - the whereabouts of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. It took him a few years to get the gold cup successfully, but it was necessary, and only time could let the arrogant old girl put down her guard.

When Borgin introduced him to Joshua Stark, he was twenty-one years old, just a few months after his Gold Cup, and eager to leave Borgin's shop in case he might be caught by the original owner of the Gold Cup. death implicated.

Joshua was new to him. His connection with the major families in the wizarding world comes entirely from his friendship with their heirs at Hogwarts, but this does not include the Stark family, who still retain the tradition of family education, rather than letting family members leave the manor Go to Hogwarts, thousands of miles away.

Stark Manor is in the north of England. It is tightly wrapped by endless forests, as if even any bricks are stingy for outsiders to see. It was different from every big family estate Tom had ever been to, they were all in the South West of England, and were generally surrounded by wide meadows so that no precious sun was missed.

"The Starks are different from us," Walburga Black once told him.

It was an autumn afternoon when he entered Stark Manor for the first time. It had just rained in the morning, but the sun soon reappeared, and through the thick leaves of the forest, Tom could see the golden rays of the sun shining in On the ground, the air is filled with the fragrance of trees and soil mixed with rain.

Mr. Stark, whom he had never met, did not give him access to the fireplace, and when he was about to Apparate near the manor to visit on foot, a pure white carriage appeared outside his tiny apartment.

"Mr. Riddle," said the coachman with a simple salute, "Mr. Stark asked me to take you there, please get in the car."

Tom looked at the carriage quietly. Its wheels were stained with some new mud, probably because of the rain in the morning, and in the center of the wheels was the Stark family crest, a golden iris in full bloom, stacked on top of another. holding a butterfly with outstretched wings. He had never seen such a strange family crest, depicting two fragile, fragile, fleeting things. These ancient families often used powerful animals, such as the Black family crest, which featured two large, majestic black dogs.

"We're here, Mr. Riddle." The coachman's deep voice interrupted his thoughts.

In front of him stood a huge castle, a little smaller than Hogwarts, and without those large pitches and green spaces. The outer wall of the castle has been corroded by time into a wonderful black, the kind of black that can smell a long history at a glance. It is wrapped by the outermost bushes and the inner garden, forming the entire Stark. manor. The well-manicured bushes acted as a strong fence separating the estate from the forest outside; the garden was filled with flowers of all varieties, most of which had faded from the passing of summer.

"Here, Mr. Riddle, Mr. Stark is waiting for you in the study." The next second he stepped into the room, the butler's ghostly voice sounded like this.

Tom followed the guidance of the old housekeeper to the outside of the study, he paused and knocked on the door.

Joshua Stark is a tall and powerful man. His temples have become helplessly gray because he is over forty; and his eyes have become as if he has the ability to read minds because of the long years. Like Dumbledore, Tom thought, but even more sinister and indescribable, not Dumbledore's kind of justice full of hypocrisy or not.

"Good day, Tom." Joshua said the first words to him.

"Good day, sir," he replied, finding his voice again.

"This isn't an interview, Tom," Joshua said. "I made the decision before you came. You were hired. Now I just want to chat with my employees."

"My pleasure, sir, what is my job?" he said with a cheerful smile.

"Aren't you asking why you were hired?"

"You wouldn't hire me if I needed to ask," Tom said firmly.

"Yes," Joshua adjusted his sitting position leisurely, "I investigated you, Slytherin Prefect, Head Boy, the best graduate ever at Hogwarts, you almost got a student All the accolades. You're good enough for any job."

Joshua leaned forward a little, and his eyes became more oppressive because of the shortened distance: "Of course these are not the most important things, what I like most about you is your greedy ambitions," then he waved his hand , stopped Tom's desire to speak, "Don't be too quick to deny it, and don't be too quick to defend your pretense of being a 'humble good graduate'. I know your lineage, your ties to those families, Malfoy, Black, huh, and you killed people in your grades."

Tom did not answer, the denial and sophistry have lost their meaning, and Joshua must have some evidence. So he waited quietly, waiting for what Joshua was about to say next, what he really wanted to say.

"But these are no more important to me than tomorrow's breakfast. I never interfere in the lives of my subordinates. Instead, I help them achieve their wishes, which is their reward for doing things for me. What about you, Tom? What do you want to do? Did I do it for you?"

Joshua's voice is so flat, it's like saying a small thing, but his voice is so convincing - because he's rich, noble, privileged, and capable of fulfilling wishes for others, any of his promises are is so tempting.

Memories of his childhood came back suddenly, and Tom recalled the rare dream he had on the night he found out he was a Snake Whisperer: his noble, omnipotent father had found him, and he had lived ever since. Another life.

And now, Joshua's face overlapped with the father of his dreams, and he was the perfect father.

Tom knew that if he did not accept Joshua's invitation, he would spend a lot of useless time in the future to realize the lofty ambition in his heart, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, struggling in a certain class. Unable to move forward.

- This is not what he wants, what he wants is to transcend all classes, to be a ruler, to be a king, so nothing can bring him back to that humble origin. Because he is extraordinary.

"Yes, sir," replied Tom, as if there was a sound of a contract in his ear. He sold his soul to this man, but this man is not the devil, and he will eventually buy back his own soul and replace it, which is what he has always believed.

The author has something to say: V's style of doing things and the attitude of the superiors, including his consistent promise of rewards to subordinates, all have Joshua's shadow. He can be said to be the most important mentor on the road of V's growth, whether he has it or not. realize. And V has also completely understood from this moment that only when he reaches the top can he become a person who gives charity, otherwise he can only wait for the charity of others.