[Comprehensive] Chaoying raises the Dark Lord

Tom walked in with a goblet, and Tony was stunned when he saw it.

The goblet is usually filled with red wine, and it would be fine if Tom brought it really red wine, but instead he brought a glass of milk.

Facing Tony's stunned expression, Tom walked over, put the goblet into his hand, and said, "Patients can't drink alcohol, just drink some of this, it will help you sleep."

Seeing that Tony was still holding his own ring, Tom naturally snatched it away: "Did you read the ring? Does it look good?"

Tony stared at the milk for a long time, then replied weakly and resignedly: "I've never seen such a self-assertive assistant like you."

"This is what Miss Pepper means." Tom smiled and blamed Pepper.

"I want whiskey," Tony insisted.

"Then you can ask Jarvis to pour it for you, or you can do it yourself, so I can't stop it." Tom shrugged indifferently.

Tony was going to be pissed off by Tom...

"Anything else to do, sir?" Tom continued.

"No, you can kneel down." Tony replied angrily.

Tom was not polite to him, turned around and left.

"Wait." Tony called to Tom again.Tom turned to look at him as he put the ring back on his finger.

"Your ring..." Tony hesitated to speak, stopped halfway, and shook his head, "Did you know that when I was kidnapped, there was a terrorist named Tom? He was about your age, But a black man."

"Of course I don't know." Tom didn't change his face. "After all, I was looking for you all over the world when you were locked up together."

"I said it was a terrorist." Tony raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Why did you tell me we were locked together?"

Finding himself exposed, Tom was silent for a moment.

"I guess." Finally he answered simply, leaving Tony's room.

What Tony didn't say was that the initials on the inside of the ring were written in exactly the same handwriting as his own.

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Tom is sprawled over Tony's workbench, studying a gadget he's been fiddling with.

Tony was sitting on a recliner beside him, holding a new Ark reactor in his hand.While looking at the ark reactor in his hand, he looked at Tom from time to time, but Tom studied too seriously and didn't realize that Tony was looking at him.

It's been a few days since Tony was rescued from the terrorist's lair.Since he shut down the arms department of Stark Industries, the stock of Stark Industries once fell to the limit, and there was only a little sign of improvement yesterday.

And Tony didn't care about stocks. What he cared about recently was his own Ark reactor, the future development direction of Stark Industries, and Tom, the mysterious "bodyguard".

While thinking about it, Tony took out the reactor that was originally on his chest. Accidentally, the exposed wire touched the socket and shorted out.

...I should focus on my reactor first and think about it when it's over.Tony thought helplessly, trying to reach in and fish out the wire, but his hand was too big to reach the wire at all, and his fingers could only swipe back and forth in the electrolyte in vain.

"Tom? Tom? Come here and do me a favor," Tony said, fighting in his mind.

Are you planning to hand over your life to this suspicious boy now?As long as he thinks about changing the reactor, he can send himself to see Jesus with a single hand.

While thinking, Tom had already walked over, looked at the reactor Tony was holding in both hands with curious eyes, and asked, "Are you performing a chest crushing reactor, Sir?"

Tony: "...what?"

"It's nothing, it's just a bad joke."

"Okay, let me see your hand, is it small? Is it long?"

This question is really weird.

Tom stretched out his hands. His palms had small knuckles, but his fingers were slender. It was perfect for removing short-circuited copper wires.

"There's a copper wire shorted here, I need to reach in slowly, grab the copper wire, and pull it out, gently, gently, take it easy, I might die if you get nervous, so take a deep breath -"

Before he finished speaking, Tom reached in neatly, clamped the copper wire Tony mentioned with his two fingers, and fished the copper wire out of the electrolyte that gave off a fishy smell: "This one?"

He didn't even shake his hands.

Tony: "...Your psychological quality is very good, yes, this one. Now, take this one, take out the copper wire with the electromagnet underneath, and quickly replace it with a new one, this new one Don't let the wire touch the edge or the base, or my heart will stop, and don't be nervous either—"

Before the words were finished again, Tom had already raised the knife and reacted as quickly as lightning. He took out the electromagnet and put it aside, and then put the new reactor and the wires into Tony's chest. Did not touch.

The heart that had gradually stopped beating because the electromagnet was taken away resumed its strong beating. Tony took a deep breath and knocked on his new reactor: "Very good, I feel like I'm alive again, you did a great job." Well, strong mentality."

Tom pulled a paper towel, wiped his hands clean, and wiped the old reactor by the way: "What about this one? How to deal with it?"

"Just throw it away."

"Throw it away? You don't need this anymore, do you? Keep it for me as a souvenir, okay?"

"Souvenir?" Tony gave him a strange look, "What is there to commemorate, is it to commemorate the time I couldn't look back in the cave... Forget it, keep it if you want, as a decoration, anyway It lasts a lifetime."

"When I die of old age, it can still die for me."

Tony Kake said for a long while, "...that's right, let us die together."

"You're saying that as if we're going to die together and be buried in the same cemetery."

"I don't mind if you and I are buried in the same cemetery, maybe you can use my son's name."

…Now the age difference between Tom and Tony is only 13 years, but the father-son stalk is hard to get over, right?

Tom rolled his eyes at Tony.

"I think I've indulged you too much, Tom." Tony said righteously, "Pepper and Happy don't even dare to roll their eyes at me, should I cut your salary—"

"Then you ask them to replace the reactor for you. Miss Pepper may shock you [-] times with shaking hands, and Happy has to cut off half of his hand to reach into your hole." Tom turned to Tony. Fake laugh.

"...Very well, you have learned to take the blame. By the way, your words are very easy to cause ambiguity, those about holes."

"Sir, your taste is getting stronger and stronger. I just saved your life, isn't it against the law to talk back?"

"In 2 minutes, your arrogance level has increased by another level."

"Not on purpose, I swear."

After Tom left, Tony tidied up his desk while putting on his clothes, and said to the air, "Jarvis, raise Tom's authorization level."

"But sir, if you raise the level again, Mr. Smith's authorization level will only be one level lower than Miss Pepper's, and you still don't know all his personal information."

"He just passed my trust test." Tony replied indifferently, "Do as I said, I've got some reliable information, I have some ideas about his background, now, let's settle it first Mr 'Thomas Smith'."

"TS is your initials, sir."

"Yeah, I figured that out, but who is TR?"

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Later, when Tom came back from buying groceries for Tony - it's hard to imagine Tony buying groceries, especially since they lived on the top of a deserted mountain, Tom had to contact Happy to call a helicopter, and then sit and go to the supermarket to buy some of Tony's favorite food stuff—Tony was fiddling with something in the basement.

Not only does he have holographic imaging technology in his basement, but the projected images can also change shape as Tony fiddles with them. Tom has only been exposed to such a high technology here in Tony. As a wizard in the last century, Tom has already learned about these Not surprised anymore.

"What are you doing?" Tom put Tony's steak on the table next to the work table, the glass still filled with milk.

"Switch to whiskey, I have fully recovered, and you changed the reactor for me today, you know very well."

"Whenever you can change the reactor yourself, I'll replace it with whiskey for you."

"...I can't cut off my own hand in half, and I don't need to change any reactors, this thing is enough."

"Really? What about the palladium element?"

Tony pursed his lips: "I will find a substitute."

"Then wait until you find a substitute, how about drinking?" Tom raised his glass to him, which contained low-alcohol red wine, so as not to get drunk and make a fool of himself.

Tony: "...I'm working on Mark 2, which is more streamlined on the basis of Mark Warframe 1. By the way, you probably haven't seen my Warframe 1. It's cool and can fly."

"Rods found your Warframe One. With all due respect, it has become a pile of garbage, and I put it there for you." Tom pointed to the corner of the laboratory, where Tony usually puts garbage, Waiting to clean up.

"It doesn't matter, it is indeed trash and is no longer needed. If you like it, you can keep it as a souvenir."

"Why do I need a pile of trash as a souvenir?"

"Maybe it's because you just took another piece of my junk as a souvenir?"

"Of course you can't use garbage as a souvenir for something like a battle armor." Tom asked seriously, "Since you are researching a more streamlined battle armor, why don't you make me a set as a souvenir?"

Tony: "...do you know how much it costs to make a suit of armor?"

"You should be generous with your own son, shouldn't you?" Tom laughed.

So Tony, who was "very generous to his son," took out a tape measure: "Raise your arms."

Tom raised his arms obediently and asked, "No need to undress?"

"Obviously you don't need to wear the armor without it, so make it a little bigger in case you need to wear it when you're wearing a space suit."

"Then every armor of yours is going to be the size of the Hulk... pretend I didn't say that." Tom whispered.

Just then, Tony's hand touched something hard around Tom's waist, and while Tom was distracted, Tony pulled it out.

"what is this?"

Tom turned his head sharply, Tony was holding Tom's wand in his hand, and broke it curiously.

Of course, it didn't move.Tony is just a man of ordinary physique and a Muggle. If it were Peter, this wand might be dead.

"This is a...souvenir." Tom didn't change his face, "I stole it from the Harry Potter crew."

"Harry Potter crew?"

"Yeah, they've been making movies." Tom rubbed his nose. "My friend was there as an extra."

"But you just said you stole it."

"What he stole is what I stole, it doesn't make any difference." Tom took the wand back into his hand a little impatiently, "I'm going to the bathroom."

As soon as Tom left the room and closed the door, Tony said, "Jarvis, scan this wand."

"Material of yew wood, thirteen and one-half inches, with an animal feather inside, but it is different from any known biological feather. The prop wands in the crew generally only make the appearance, not the core of the prop. Put the ingredients in there too."

"So, who does this wand belong to in Harry Potter?"

"Tom Riddle."

"Who?"

"He has a better known name, Lord Voldemort."

Tom Riddle, Voldemort, the most evil devil in the history of the British wizarding world, proficient in black magic, especially good at Avada Kedavra.

"What are the characteristics of a person killed by Avada Kedavra, Jarvis?"

"A team of doctors examined the body and concluded that no one in the Riddle family had been injured by guns, sharp weapons, pistols, smothered or strangled. In fact (reported in a Continuing in a clearly perplexed tone), all three of the Riddle family appear to be in good health—except for one thing, they are all dead... Who ever heard of three people being frightened to death at the same time? ①” Jarvis He read out the passage in the original book in rhythmic rhythm.

There was a moment of silence in the studio.

"It's so fucking awesome, Voldemort is working as my assistant and bodyguard, making me coffee and milk every day, not letting me drink for my health, giving me massages when I have something to do, and even giving me in the shower Sent panties and bath towels."

"And he also pretended to be a terrorist and stayed with me in the cave for a week, secretly feeding me a piece of roast beef every day."

"Where did he come from? What is his purpose?"

"I don't quite understand, Sir," Jarvis asked. "Tom Riddle is a character in literature."

"Yes, but he is standing in front of us alive, and he has been my bodyguard for a month, and I didn't find that he has the anti-social tendencies in the original book at all." Tony crossed his chin and thought, "No wonder he Can't find anything about him like a ghost, the reason why Pepper hired him... what's that spell? Soul Curse? Imperius Curse? God, I only watch Harry Potter for fun , I even forgot Voldemort's real name. Besides, didn't he have a nose? Who is Thomas Smith? TS&TR..."

Tony's eyes lit up and he understood something.

"Tony Stark... TR. That's a ring I made myself, with the same handwriting, traces of handwork and usual materials, alloy mixed with vibrating gold... Allow me to ask, Jarvis, don't I know married a Dark Lord without love?"

"From what has been recorded since my appearance, no."

Tony was about to say something when, through the transparent glass door, he saw Tom coming down the stairs and walking over.

"Mute." Tony snapped his fingers, and Jarvis remained silent.

Tom walked in while wiping his hands, and Tony kept staring at him as he walked in, which made Tom smile at him with some doubts: "I have hand sanitizer on my face?"

Tony shook his head: "What color armor do you like?"