I'm tired of writing the scene between Riddle and Opal, so I'm determined to take the former demon king out and brush it up.

Really, I really had my brain pumping before I thought of repairing OTZ.

Finally, PS: Riddle has finally decided to put a little bit of credit, which is really gratifying.

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Sword 3 (upright): Sadness, tears.

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Little Hangleton, England

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[Riddle, where is this?] ]

Just clutching Riddle's cloak, Opar, who was still too young to run around, could only stay in his arms and looked around curiously.

Because it was the first time to transform, Opal, who didn't know anything, didn't even learn to keep her clothes, and under Riddle's guidance, she finally regained her human form, and she simply (justifiably) lay in his arms and couldn't get out.

Although he didn't think that his subordinates would dare to say anything to him, considering that it was really indecent to carry a naked 2 or 3-year-old child around, Riddle contacted Vivien despite having a bruise.

[Although it is said that it is the duty of the elders to clean up the aftermath for the younger generations. Still, Riddle, don't you think it's a crime to shoot at such a young child? 】

These were the teases of Greenwald, who had been sent by Vivien to deliver baby clothes, when he saw them.

Then Riddle covered Opal's ears and said "It's better than you, a gay old ghost who hasn't got your first love yet", and completely pushed back.

Because considering that the two demon kings beating each other is really damaging to their image, the last two demon kings just sarcastically mocked each other at the red intersection on their heads, and colluded to prevent Riddle Zhen from being charged with "kidnapping Gaia's son", and then broke up unhappily.

Therefore, no matter who it is, as long as it is related to that witch, there is no image that will not collapse.

Thinking about his appreciation for the former demon king when he was still a student at Hogwarts, Riddle calmly covered his face and said that it was purely because he was young and unclear at that time, so he was blinded by the aura of the character.

Gellert Greenwald, to put it bluntly, is simply a low-EQ idiot who failed in his first love, failed in his marriage proposal, and finally failed in his career, and was packed up by his lover and sent to prison.

The above is a point-to-point evaluation of a certain witch in the secret realm of the lake, and the person concerned can't refute it at all.

After watching Opal get dressed on his own feet, Riddle rubbed his temples and wondered if he should just find an opportunity to frame Dumbledore's dead old man and meet Vivien's witch next time.

If it really succeeds, maybe that old immortal will be completely packed and tied with a ribbon to the former demon king, and then the world will be him. (Tianyin: Can the image of V Danai collapse a little more?) Forehead support)

Because he brought one person, the distance of the "shapeshift" was also greatly shortened, but fortunately, Opal adapted well so that the return of the two would not be delayed.

After a few shifts, Riddle stared at a scene that should have been buried in the depths of his memory.

Unexpectedly...... It was not his expectation that it would be here.

It is a small village nestled between two steep hillsides, with a church and a cemetery visible from above.

The relatively remote abandoned old house is a half-hidden house in the tangled trees. The walls were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and the rafters inside were exposed here or there.

Around the house there were dense nettles, tall nettles that had been leaning against the windows, which were very small, most of them were boarded with wooden backs, and a few of them were either empty or broken and covered with thick old dirt, and a dead snake was nailed to the door, and the blood that flowed on the door dried up into lumps of black.

Ivy crawled all over the walls and even spread to the front door of the house, showing that it had not been taken care of in a long time.

Perhaps this mansion was once a rather ornate manor, the largest and most majestic building within a radius of several miles, but now it is just a dilapidated "haunted house" full of damp haze, broken walls, and uninhabited.

After sweeping the mansion without a trace, Riddle turned and walked to the corner of the cemetery.

There, as if cursed, there were only three tombs lying alone, the first one, and the handwriting on the tombstones was a little blurred by the moss......

But he knew exactly whose name it was.

"Tom Riddle".

The despicable Muggle who had abandoned his blood mother and unborn him, who had no blood but only skin to see.

[Riddle?] ]

Curiously poking his head out of Riddle's cloak to look at the faint notch, Opal tilted his head to look at the man standing beside him, trying to get answers from him.

Sensing the question in Opal's voice, Riddle, who had been silent, only faintly curled the corners of his lips.

The blue eyes that swept over the handwriting, as if to hide something, narrowed: "What does Opal think?" ”

[and Riddle...... Someone related? ]

Closing his eyes and feeling the message from the plants around him, Opal opened his eyes with some uncertainty, [they say, remember Riddle's power fluctuations......]

They? Do you mean the plants that grow around?

The talent of the Son of Gaia is indeed not to be underestimated, and if this ability to communicate with nature can be used in a targeted manner, I am afraid it will be a rather terrifying existence.

"Opal shouldn't know."

Looking at the tombstone, Riddle's blue eyes, the frost in them gradually thickened, invisible, deep, deep, "Also, I never told you, my full name." ”

[Riddle's name?] Isn't it Riddle? ]

Rather Opal-esque simple answer.

Yes, it is impossible to understand the simple thinking that can still be attributed to a baby, right?

"Tom Marvolo Riddle. Of course, it's okay to call Tom Riddle. ”

It was rather calm, but with a suffocating intensity of mockery and disgust—but the expression on Riddle's face was one of peace, even, with a smile.

Opal, on the other hand, blinked in confusion.

Why laugh?

Facing such a tomb with the same name engraved as himself......

Looking at the black-haired and blue-eyed young man who was holding him, Opal blinked, raised his hand and pressed his heart, and inexplicably, a thick vapor began to brew in his eyes: [belch...... Opal is weird......]

"What's wrong?"

lowered his head and looked at the child in his arms, but was a little stunned to find that the water vapor in the red eyes had accumulated to the point that it was about to fall, so Riddle's brows couldn't help but lock, "Are you crying?" ”

[I don't know......]

There was obvious doubt in the voice that came through, [Obviously Riddle was laughing, but why...... Why does Opal think Riddle ...... Crying? ]

He? Crying?!

It couldn't be funnier.

Who is he? He's Voldemort! The Duke of Darkness, who once made the entire wizarding world tremble, how could he still have tears, a liquid that represents cowardice?!

"Obal, why do you come to such a conclusion?"

His ruby eyes were clearly reflected, still with an indifferent and polite expression, and his face was clean without any traces of liquid—where did this little imp come from, and he was crying?

[But......]

As if he couldn't understand it, he tilted his head and covered his heart, Opal said in a very serious tone, [...... It's just what you feel...... Riddle...... I'm crying. ]

After a slight pause, she raised a hand and carefully touched Riddle's eye sockets, [Riddle, don't be upset, okay?] ]

Riddle almost held his breath as the crystal clear liquid slowly overflowed from Opal's eye sockets, gradually forming a pearl-like object, and then turned into a long line that slowly slid over her still childish face, and finally converged into beads again at her chin, and then fell, "snapping", shattering on the hand he had subconsciously raised.

At the moment when the pearl fell and shattered, Riddle's breathing stagnated and his heart skipped a beat.

The cool, dampness spread, seemingly from the skin it touched, all the way to the heart.

It's a cold liquid, why do you feel ...... Hot to the point of hot hands?

"Don't cry."

The feeling of agitation that he had never understood made him shake his hand off, but the feeling of the liquid that remained on it still lingered.

He knew that she was crying for him.

Why could she feel what he felt? Maybe it's because they have the same magic.

But...... It's a really strange feeling.

In my memory, it seems that there has never been such a scene, but there is a hazy sense of déjà vu.

Someone cried and cried for him.

[But...... Tears...... Can't stop......]

Opal was a little flustered and raised a hand to wipe his eyes, but the tears never stopped, [I'm sorry Riddle, Opal knows that Riddle has always disliked Opal crying, but...... But don't be upset...... Opal felt so sad...... Tears, tears never stopped......]

Riddle fell silent.

In fact, he didn't know exactly what he was supposed to say.

In the end, he just turned around, and with a wave of his hand, a silent, low-level wandless magic blew off the dust off the tombstone and scraped the moss off it.

The handwriting on the tombstone is clearer because of this.

"Tom Riddle, Riddle's son, died at the age of 39."

Thirty-nine years old, for a man who cruelly abandoned his wife because she was a wizard, and her own flesh and blood in her womb, has he lived long enough, hasn't he?

Reading the words on the tombstone silently, his blue eyes were full of ice and mockery that could not be dissolved.

The old people in Yamashita Village may still talk about it today when there is no topic to talk about—about the mysterious death of the Riddle family, which had flourished so many years ago.

Not poisoned, shot, assassinated, robbed or infighting, and everyone in the house didn't even have bruises on their bodies.

In fact, with the exception of the unquestionable fact of "death", the bodies of all corpses, at the moment before death, are in a state of complete health - so healthy that they will not have problems even if they live for many more years.

It's like a so-called "weird talk", isn't it?

Yes, after all, they are purebred Muggles with no magical powers, so some people will associate ghosts and spirits, but ...... But no one would have thought that it could be magic.

I just don't know if his blood father, in the moment before he died, ever thought of the "wizard" wife he once had, or his "unborn" child?

It was a very clear case for the Ministry of Magic of a wizard's murder of a Muggle - and the murderer confessed to it and had a history of murder.

His uncle, who killed his father.

This was his rather brilliant masterpiece of that time.

Five years after entering Hogwarts, he used potions to conceal his whereabouts during the summer vacation at the age of sixteen, and then ran here unnoticed, looking for his "blood" relatives, his father and uncle.

At the same time, it was also a time when I was completely disappointed with the so-called "bloodline".

Then he planned this perfect accident.

After that, he was the only one left in the world of Slytherin's descendants.

Tom・Marvolo・Riddle――I.am.Voldemort。 (Tom Marvolo Riddle - I'm Voldemort.) ）

In French, it means "to fly away from death". And this name, which at that time was only known to very close friends, has now spread throughout the wizarding world, making everyone fear to mention it.

Thinking about it that way, he's been so successful, isn't he?

Opal in his arms still didn't seem to be able to control himself, tears falling drop by drop, on his hands, on his cloak, on his ...... Heart.

Looking down at the child who was crying quietly in his arms, Riddle seemed to hear something "snap" and fall into the lake of his heart, causing ripples.

In his memory, Opal was precocious and quiet as a baby, and when she grew up, even if she was seriously injured, it only made her pigeon-blooded ruby eyes more dazzling.

He had only seen Opal cry twice.

The first time was when he went to collect medicine in the Forbidden Forest, he strayed into the territory of the eight-eyed spider and was slightly injured, and when he returned, he saw Opal turning his head to wipe his tears from the side, but when he turned his head to look at him, he still smiled brightly - it was a cry that could not be considered a cry.

The second time is now.

Every cry is related to him.

Another tear is about to fall.

And Riddle raised his hand without thinking.

Then the tears fell on his palms and became wet again.

At that moment, Riddle only felt that in the deepest part of his heart, something seemed to break through the ice for a long time, and in an instant, he felt almost overwhelmed.

The hand that wrapped around Opal's slender and petite body tightened, and Riddle let out a breath without speaking.

My chest was tight, but I didn't hate the feeling of being close to suffocation.

Opal, who cried only for him.

If it was back then, in ...... Sometimes, there are such people who cry for him, isn't it...... What will be the same again?

Raising his head, Riddle looked up at the already dimmed canopy, the moonlight shining on the hair of the girl in his arms, reflecting a silver sheen.

Soft clean, cold warmth.

['Son of Gaia' can bring you, in addition to the same source of magic, much more than you think.] So ......]

Struggle and vacillation flashed in his blue eyes, and the hand pressed on the child in his arms trembled slightly.

[That witch wants me to tell you, try to believe that this child is unique. 】

The whisper that Greenwald whispered in his ear before he left was now clearly echoing in his mind.

Can you believe it?

Opal, my silent girl.

I can...... Believe you?