Question, a guy who looks like Harry Potter but is named Tom Riddle talks to me, what should I do?
Lu Mingfei was a little confused now. At a certain moment, he even thought that there was a group of creatures called wizards in his world, who could conjure various gadgets with small sticks. There was also a school called Hogwarts somewhere in the UK.
Secret Academy.
Ah, it sounds very similar to Kassel Academy.
Lu Mingfei thought this, but heard Tom Riddle in front of him smile and explain: "I know, my name is very similar to the villain in a children's fantasy novel, right? In fact, this matter is really similar to me.
relation."
Chu Zihang glanced at the two of them and saw that Tom was not in any danger, so he left quietly, leaving Lu Mingfei to face Tom alone.
Lu Mingfei didn't care either. His curiosity was aroused by the man in front of him and he asked: "Does the author of Harry Potter know you and is she also a mixed race?"
As a not-so-excellent history student, Lu Mingfei is naturally aware of the dark side that is inextricably linked to normal history but very different from the mixed-race history. Many outstanding talents are actually
A hybrid with dragon blood.
"You mean JK Rowling?" Tom shook his head: "The dragon blood in her body is very thin, but her nerves are relatively sensitive."
Tom took a shallow sip of the champagne in his hand, turned the glass in the direction of the glass and said, "My voice is psychic, a hypnotic ability that can link me with other people's subconscious minds."
Tom walked with Lu Mingfei and said, slowly moving towards the edge of the field: "I am just a descendant of the Riddle family. I was not valued by the family. When I was a child, my mother took me out to play. At that time, I was still a child.
Naughty children, running around in that square, scattering corn to feed the pigeons..."
Tom spoke Chinese very well, his voice was gentle, and he sounded polite. He stroked the scar on his head and said in a nostalgic tone: "I didn't see the steps in the square that day. I tripped over the steps and hit my head.
This scar was left on the ground.”
Lu Mingfei asked a little confused: "Then you became Harry Potter?"
"No, because of the pain that day, the dragon blood in my body awakened," Tom said calmly: "I never knew that the power of the dragon blood in my body was so amazing. The wound on my head healed in a short time and turned into this lightning.
The shape of scars, and my troublesome speech spirit instantly lost control."
"Did you know that some mentally sensitive hybrids, even if their dragon blood content is very low, may see dragon memories in their sleep due to spiritual vision." Tom introduced to Lu Mingfei: "And among the people present,
, the person with the highest spiritual vision is JK Rowling who has not yet written Harry Potter.”
"Why," Lu Mingfei tilted his head, feeling a little more excited about discovering a secret. He had never thought that there was such a story behind the novel he loved as a child: "Isn't the dragon blood in her body very thin?
"
"It has nothing to do with dragon's blood. This kind of thing has nothing to do with the body, but only with the individual's spirit." Tom nodded his head: "It's normal for people who engage in literature to be sensitive."
"Under the influence of the out-of-control verbal spirit, our two memories are linked together." Tom made a flying gesture, as if his memory flew out like a butterfly, and was then received by the writer: "Hidden behind the world
A special race, a college hidden in the forest, a hundred-year-old principal with a beard and eyes..."
"There is also me, Tom Riddle, and the protagonist Harry Potter who was based on my appearance at that time." Tom spread his hands and said helplessly: "Actually, I was very angry why I became a villain, but when I knew
By the time this happened, Harry Potter had already written the third volume."
"Brother, you are awesome." Lu Mingfei praised sincerely: "I just said that the setting of Cassel College is so similar to Hogwarts."
"My mother often told me about the interesting things that happened in Kassel, so I remember it relatively well." Tom shrugged and changed the subject and asked: "What about you, do you like literature?"
"It's not bad," Lu Mingfei nodded: "I was in the literary club when I was in high school. Although I only joined for pretty girls, I still read a lot of books."
The two people's current position was getting further and further away from the center of the venue. They were surrounded by neatly trimmed trees, which blocked part of the view, but made Lu Mingfei feel a lot cooler.
"You have to know that people who like literature are always more sensitive." Tom put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned his head to look into Lu Mingfei's eyes: "They will cry over fallen leaves, and they will also rack their brains for the girl they like at the beach.
Write poems on the ground..."
Golden light lit up from Tom's eyes, and Lu Mingfei felt that some kind of power was invading his head. He only heard Tom say quietly: "The most important thing is that my spirit of speech has a greater influence on such people."
, now let me take a look at the secrets in your memory."
In the school director's conference room, the representative of the Riddle family looked a little ugly. He did not expect that the junior he was optimistic about would directly attack Lu Mingfei, and also use the spirit of speech to control the other person's memory. This undoubtedly touched some bottom lines.
"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I'm going to stop Tom right now." The representative of the Riddle family stood up quickly and was about to walk out of the conference room, but was stopped by Ander: "Don't leave, call the hospital to book an appointment."
Get a bed."
The representative of the Riddle family was startled and looked at Ander in horror: "School Director Lu, this is the school board. Do you want to take action against me?"
"What are you thinking about?" Ender looked at the school director who seldom spoke for some reason. The Riddle family was not a member of the school board originally, it was entirely because Gattuso wanted to balance Ender's power.
The ninth company that joined is a small and transparent company that only votes but does not speak in normal meetings.
Ender pointed at Riddle who was using the Word Spirit on the screen and said: "I mean to book a bed for this child. He will probably have to recuperate for a year or two."
Just like what Ender said was confirmed, red bloodshot eyes appeared in Riddle's eyes, blood seeped out from his eyes and nose, and Tom made inaudible strange screams from his mouth, as if he was enduring countless injuries.
torture.
At the moment when Tom and Lu Mingfei were connected, Tom came to a grassland. This subconscious world was so peaceful, with the sun shining on the grass and various plants growing wantonly around Tom.
Until Tom looked up...
I saw the world tree rising straight into the sky.
The giant tree was like a pillar of the gods, rising from the mountains in the distance, covering the sun, but emitting a warm yellow light like the sun, and under this light, Tom felt that his body was burning.
"God, God..." Tom screamed and fell to his knees, putting his fingers into his eye sockets and gouging out his own golden eyes.