Harry potter:Dark lord

The boy looked at Robert with a sullen face. This man had wasted so much time talking to him, only to reject him in the end.

"So... are you kidding me?"

Robert waved his hand dismissively. "No, I'm not kidding. I've considered your proposal very seriously, and I agree with your theory on fear. But... excuse me, you lack the ability to make me feel fear. Naturally, I have no reason to obey your wishes. After all, I don't even have a pet rabbit to frighten."

The boy fell silent, his dark eyes flashing briefly with a scarlet glimmer. To him, Robert's words were filled with mockery.

"If you have nothing else to say, please leave. I still need to fix the door lock you broke," Robert said calmly, signaling his guest to leave.

"You're provoking me... but you're right about one thing. Not having the ability is indeed not enough to instill fear. So, why do you think I don't have that ability?" The boy's cold, teasing tone carried a sinister edge, his presence akin to a venomous snake stalking its prey.

Robert was about to respond when he noticed something unusual. The shattered pieces of the chair he had thrown to the ground were now floating in the air. He was certain he hadn't done it himself.

"So, this is what you rely on?" Robert observed the floating fragments with a flash of surprise and realization in his eyes.

It became clear to him that there were others in this world with abilities like his—and one of them was standing before him.

The boy, noticing Robert's calm demeanor, grew confused. He had expected panic, yet Robert remained unshaken. His confusion, however, did not dissuade him from his intent to teach Robert a lesson.

In the next moment, the fragments in the air flew toward Robert with great force.

If it were anyone else, they might have been terrified at such an unnatural display. But Robert was no ordinary child.

Having conducted hundreds of experiments and thousands of practice sessions, Robert viewed the boy's use of this ability as crude and frivolous.

Without making any unnecessary movements, Robert simply stared at the boy, as though assessing a fascinating subject for research.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The flying fragments stopped abruptly in mid-air, unable to move closer to Robert. It was a clear demonstration that Robert's control over this strange power was far superior to the boy's.

The boy stared in shock.

"What's happening?! How can you... you can't possibly do that! No! This is impossible! How could you do something that only I can do?"

"Why do you think you're the only one who's special?" Robert asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

The boy's proud heart cracked under Robert's mocking gaze. "So... we're the same kind of people?"

"The same kind?" Robert shook his head. "No, I'm not like you. You have a special talent, yet I see no evidence that you've trained or honed it. Do you really only use this power to frighten ordinary people? If so, that's a pathetic waste of potential."

With a wave of his hand, the fragments of the chair fell to the ground with a series of sharp clatters.

The boy glared at Robert, his fiery gaze filled with rage and humiliation. "You may have special abilities like me, but that doesn't mean you can—"

Before he could finish, the boy found himself lying on the ground, unable to move. It felt as though an invisible force had pinned him down, pressing heavily on his back.

Robert approached him slowly, looking down with a calm yet intimidating expression. "What did you just say?"

The boy's body trembled as he stared at Robert's worn shoes, unable to even lift his head.

"I... I didn't say anything..."

The invisible pressure on his back grew heavier, filling him with dread.

"I can sense your fear," Robert said softly. "By your own theory, shouldn't you now listen to me?"

To the boy, Robert's gentle voice sounded like the whisper of a devil.

He nodded with difficulty, his defiance melting away in the face of overwhelming fear.

Suddenly, the weight lifted, and the boy could move again.

"Good. I like obedient people," Robert said, helping the boy to his feet and dusting him off. "By the way, what's your name?"

The boy gasped for breath, still shaken by the experience. He could feel that Robert had the power to kill him with ease.

"Riddle... My name is Tom Riddle..."

"Ding! The host has interacted with the future Dark Lord! The Merit System is now activated!"

"Ding! The host has severely punished a bad boy and earned 50 merit points!"

Robert: ?

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Tom Riddle? The future Dark Lord? The Merit System...

Robert stared at Tom, a mix of curiosity and realization dawning in his mind.

"I see... Tom... Tom Riddle."

Tom's heart tightened under Robert's sharp gaze.

Even though he would one day become a powerful Dark Lord, for now, he was just a frightened child who had been subdued with ease. The thought of death loomed large in his mind, and he didn't dare provoke Robert further.

Robert placed a hand on Tom's shoulder, causing cold sweat to run down the boy's back.

"Don't be so nervous, Tom. I just think your name sounds familiar."

Indeed, the name Tom Riddle was all too familiar. Coupled with the mention of the Dark Lord, it explained everything.

Robert's thoughts raced. He realized two crucial details he had previously overlooked: this orphanage was called Wool's Orphanage, and its headmistress was Mrs. Cole. This was undeniably the birthplace of the second-generation Dark Lord, Voldemort.

At last, Robert understood that he had been transported to the world of Harry Potter. Although it was decades before the events of the main story, everything began to make sense.

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