[Comprehensive] Chaoying raises the Dark Lord

After the wedding is the ball, Tom Tony and Dumbledore Grindelwald are the only two same-sex dancers on the dance floor, even Little Tom doesn’t know whose little girl is dancing with them, although their kind can only be called "" Shake."Obviously, Tom and Tony are not much better here. As the new lead dancer, Tom has already stepped on Tony's shiny leather shoes several times.

"Take it easy, baby." Once again flexibly avoiding Tom's unconscious attack, Tony said helplessly, "Look at little Tom, just shake it."

"No, that would be embarrassing." Tom seriously rejected Tony, and still followed the dance steps Tony taught him a few days ago, and from time to time wanted to make a difficult move to scare others. The Dark Lord had to do his best in everything.

"I should spend a few more days teaching you how to dance." Tony shrugged. "How does it feel to be married?"

Tom thought for a while and replied, "Not bad."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on Tony again.

It wasn't until it was completely dark in the evening that the guests left one after another, leaving only a bunch of wedding sets, and the rest of the aftermath was for Love and the housekeeper. The family of three who had been busy all day could finally take a shower and rest.

"Wash together?" Tony stood at the bathroom door holding his bathrobe and winked at Tom.

Tom rolled his eyes at him.

After Tony entered the bathroom, Tom had just washed his face with clean water, and he looked a little tired in the mirror. He was looking at the ring on his finger, and suddenly he was startled by Little Tom who quietly appeared behind him. .

"I want to talk to you." The child said to Tom seriously, with a serious face.

Little Tom took Tom to the study room. The little bow tie around his neck hadn't gone yet. Tom tried to help him take it off, but Little Tom avoided him: "Don't move, we're talking serious."

"Tony used to tell me that wizards don't have mothers. He was so irresponsible. All the wizards I know have mothers. They all have mothers even if the mother dies or whatever-whatever Well, how Daddy lied to me is not the point, the point is that I went to the orphanage where I was born and found out who my biological mother is."

Tom frowned immediately, and looked down at Little Tom. Before he could say anything, Little Tom continued to say quickly: "They say my biological mother is Merope Gaunt. News of the family, including their current addresses—"

"Don't tell me you went to them."

"So I went to find them." The two said at the same time.

Tom pressed his temples with a headache, annoyed for the first time that he was too clever.

"I only found a lunatic there. Guess what? He can also speak Parseltongue, and he used magic to attack me when he came up, wasting one of my guardian magic." Little Tom showed Tom what he was pinching, It was a necklace, which Tom had made for him, that would ward off several jinxes.It was originally a beautiful emerald, but now it has been scorched black, and its original appearance cannot be seen.

"He kept shouting 'Go to hell you disgusting Muggle until my snake bit him and he didn't realize I wasn't who he said he was, and then he told me that because I lived with him A nearby Muggle looked so much alike that he was mistaken."

"In fact, I have long suspected that you and I look too much alike. No matter how old I am, or how many years younger you are, we will definitely be exactly the same. It is impossible for a father and son to be like this - the real Muggle Tom Riddle, nothing like me."

Tom sighed slightly.

"So, you've actually discovered the whole truth?"

"I just found out who my biological father and biological mother are, and you told me that I am a descendant of Slytherin." Little Tom's expression finally relaxed a little, no longer so serious, but a sad expression.

"But... who are you?"

Tom didn't speak, just stared into little Tom's eyes. If there was any difference between the two, it was the eyes.Little Tom's eyes were black as the night, and there was a faint redness around Tom's eyes.

"You're me, aren't you? The grown-up me?"

Tom nodded, then shook his head again.

"Exactly, I am a part of you."

Little Tom frowned, a little dazed on his face.After thinking for a moment, he asked, "So, I called my boyfriend Daddy for four years?"

Tom: "...?"

Little Tom immediately added: "It's my husband now, I almost forgot."

Little Tom's reaction was much calmer than Tom had imagined. Apart from asking why Tom was a part of himself, he was not too shocked that he and Tom were actually one person.

He didn't cry, after all, according to himself, "I'm a big kid, but it's my Daddy, it's not my Daddy, it's something other than myself... It's really strange to say that, you are right not to let me call you Daddy , I don't want to be called Tony Daddy anymore, I think I'm in love with him now-"

Tom flicked his brains: "Why do children with bigger farts love it or not?"

Little Tom rubbed his forehead, saw Tom frowned slightly, and comforted him with understanding: "You are a good father, and I still don't have the real feeling that you are me, mainly because our relationship with Tony I'm torn."

As he spoke, he gave Tom a condemning look.

Tom: "...it's his fault for letting you call him Daddy."

Both were silent for a while, and little Tom took Tom's hand and lowered his eyelids.

"So you still have to go back to your own world, right?"

"That world belongs to Tony, not mine." Tom shook his head, "It won't come back."

Instead of giving him a little illusory hope, it is better to let him directly devote himself to a new life.

"Then..." As soon as he finished speaking, Little Tom's eyes suddenly widened, "Your hand!"

Tom looked down, only to realize that his hand had become transparent.

From the fingertips to the upper body, it only took a few seconds for Tom to realize that he should finally leave this world. The complex emotions made him feel stuck in his throat for a moment, and he had time to stay until he disappeared completely. the last sentence.

"Live well and forget about us."

One second, there was another person's warm palm in his hand, and the next second, only air was left in his hand.

Little Tom stood still and called Tom's name a few times, but there was no response.He suddenly reacted, pushed open the door of the study and rushed out, stopped at the door of the bathroom, and when he heard the sound of water coming from inside, he still had a little hope, but when he opened the bathroom, all he saw was pretending to be A bathtub full of water, and a faucet with constant sound of water.

When Paddy arrived at Little Tom's side, he was crying with tears all over his face. The bathtub beside him was full of water but no one turned off the tap. The overflowing water wet his shoes, as if he had been discarded by the owner. The puppy, poor as hell.Paddy was busy squatting down and hugging little Tom, while pulling out his wand to clean up the water everywhere: "What happened? Where are Mr. Riddle and Mr. Stark?"

In the sobbing and intermittent crying of little Tom, Paddy could almost hear "gone" and "never coming back"...

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"Students whose names have been read come up and wear it. This hat will tell you which college you belong to."

It was a portly and kindly professor, Slughorn, who put the battered sorting hat on a chair, smiled at the restless first years below, and unfolded a list himself.

Tom, who kept his head down until he heard "the hat will tell you which college you belong to", ignoring all the excited or scared little wizards around him, finally raised his head, showing a somewhat interested expression.His eyes were still a little swollen, but he focused on every little wizard wearing the sorting hat.

"Tom Stark."

Finally heard the familiar name, but this surname made little Tom's nose sore, he had to cover his nose and cough twice to cover up his gaffe.He wiped his eyes covering his eyes as he hurried to the Sorting Hat, and when he put the Sorting Hat on his head, he looked normal.

"Let me see what's going on in your little head, why are you so sad?" The sudden sound startled him slightly, and Little Tom immediately became displeased.

"Please don't read my mind."

"You are still the first child who won't let me read your thoughts." The Sorting Hat smacked its lips in surprise, "But I have to do this, because I have to pass this to determine which college you are in."

"Slytherin." Little Tom said firmly, "I'm a Slytherin."

"Oh? So sure? But you're not a pure blood, even though you..." The Sorting Hat stopped and didn't say "Slytherin offspring", "You're smart and curious, Ravenclaw It suits you very well, you are willing to trust others, loyal, determined, Hufflepuff is also a good choice, you are also brave, full of love in your heart, Gryffindor is more—"

"Slytherin also has love, I'm sure of that." Little Tom interrupted the sorting hat firmly, "No Gryffindor, I'm a Slytherin."

"Okay then." The Sorting Hat was rather regretful, muttering, "I really want to see what that old guy will look like after sorting the descendants of Slytherin into Gryffindor", and then announced loudly, "Slytherin!"