The trains of the 1940s were speeding on the railway tracks, and the loud buzzing of the whistles penetrated the dreamland. Tom Riddle, who had forgotten his real name, woke up from his dream. The face of the red-haired girl was blurred, but only one pair of eyes was particularly clear in his memory.
When he was a student, it was one of the few lights in his gloomy life.
He remembered what she said, remembered how she loved him, praised him, said he would become rich and powerful, and everything would be completely different from what it was now.
He rarely chose to believe, but he didn't know that trust often results in betrayal.
A person's life relationship always goes through several stages - acquaintance, separation, reunion, and separation again.
Many years later, at night, Tom stared blankly at the sky, thunder and lightning, and unknown birds struggling to avoid the wind and rain.
He waved his wand - "Avada Kedavra."
The wind ruffled a worn-out Muggle poetry book spread out on the table, and the page it stopped on read: "If you live but don't want to be remembered, then die alone, with your portrait."
It doesn't matter who his last name is. No one in the world will call his last name with a smile just to be unique.
"Riddle."
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*Article published in 2019
*Tom Riddle×original heroine
*The specific identity of the heroine can be found in the follow-up episode. The only golden finger is that it can predict the future based on a person's important items, and has different side effects depending on the importance of the items.
*Hp belongs to Rowling, ooc belongs to me
*The original intention of writing this story is just to restore the youth of TMR in my heart. Regarding redemption and being redeemed, all the content is based on the original work. I have consulted the information to improve his life during school. If there is anything I made up, I will tell it.
Intention: Intention to be added