Chapter 472 My name is Tom Riddle

Chapter 472 My name is Tom Riddle

Every time Diana took a step to escape, she could feel her body being surrounded by discomfort.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Panting heavily, she stepped over the thorns on the grass and kept running forward.

Although she was running very fast, she could feel the approach of the Holy Trinity summoned by the witches.

"Plop!"

Not seeing her feet, Diana tripped over a stone on the ground and fell to the ground.

She tried to stand up, but the witches were already chasing her.

Soon the young Diana was caught by the naked witch.

Diana, who was pushed to the ground, struggled hard, but couldn't break free at all.

Her body was paralyzed with fear.

Turning over, Diana was horrified to see the trinity of goddesses standing in front of her.

The goddess looked at her condescendingly, and then stretched out a hand to her.

In her hand she held a glowing soldering iron.

The mysterious energy emanating from it burned violently in the air.

Engraved on the iron is the exact same half-moon engraved symbol on the forehead of the Trinity Goddess.

"ah!!"

The iron was engraved on her forehead. Diana made a sound of pain and struggled hard.

Just as Diana screamed in pain, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out.

With a "bang", a huge hand grabbed the witch who was holding Diana and threw her out.

Then the big hand grabbed Diana into the air.

The trinity of goddesses summoned by the witches tried to capture Diana, but they were still a step too late.

Young Diana found that the scenery in front of her suddenly changed. The silver moonlight on the highest peak disappeared, and the witches whose bodies were fused together also turned into ashes.

The goddess summoned by the witches shot out fiery light from her eyes and shouted at Diana, who was held up in the air by a giant hand: "No!!!"

In the shocked eyes of young Diana, the scenery in front of her changed into the familiar Padric Farm.

And Diana stood in a pair of huge palms.

The owner of the palm looked down at her, "It seems you had a terrible nightmare, Diana."

Peter lowered his head and said to the young version of Diana standing in his hands.

At this time, Diana finally realized that the terrifying scene just now was a dream.

"Peter?"

She raised her head and looked at Peter with the huge head above her in surprise.

"Why do you appear in my dream?"

"You forgot, I have always had the ability to enter other people's dreams."

Peter looked down at the little Diana in his hand and asked her: "The nightmare just now was a scene you experienced when you were a child, right?"

"Yes."

Diana said with lingering fear: "But... I'm not sure whether this was a dream or whether it really happened."

Standing in Peter's palm, Diana thought about the scene just now.

"I often had this dream before. The ending of the dream was that the goddess summoned by the witches would imprint the mark on my forehead, and then I would wake up with nightmares."

The young Diana looked up to Peter and said with a frown: "That trinity goddess is Hecate. I don't understand why I dream about her."

Peter put Diana down from his hands, and the huge body returned to its normal form.

Looking at the little Diana in front of him, Peter said to her: "Maybe you really had some interaction with the goddess Hecate before, but the memory was buried."

Peter is now a little suspicious that the recent catastrophe in the magical world may be related to the goddess Hecate.

What he didn't expect was that Diana was also involved.

"Maybe. Anyway, Peter, thank you for helping me get rid of a nightmare."

Diana thanked Peter in a mature tone.

But looking at her small body, Peter felt a sense of disobedience.

"Um. Where is this?"

Diana asked curiously.

"It's my dream."

Peter looked at the familiar farm in front of him and said to her: "I brought you into my dream."

"It looks incredible, Peter. Are you the Dream God now?"

Diana asked in surprise.

She didn't expect Peter to have such ability.

At this time, Diana went to Boston during the Battle of Metropolis, and did not know about the Sleep God.

"You can understand that."

Peter didn't deny it.

Diana came over, held Peter's hand, looked up to him with a smile, and asked: "Are you in your dream and don't you want me to come in and take a rest?"

Looking down at the lolita version of Diana, feeling the different touch, Peter coughed, "Of course."

Holding Diana's hand and walking towards the living room, the two of them just walked near the birch tree when they saw a five or six-year-old child sitting under the tree.

The boy wearing a black robe and a hood raised his head after hearing the sound and saw Peter leading Diana in.

Peter also saw the boy who suddenly appeared.

He didn't expect someone to appear in his dream.

After owning the Sandman's three magic weapons and even having some of the responsibilities of the Dream God, no one except Riven has entered his dream for a long time.

The boy has jet-black hair, gleaming black eyes as deep as the sea, a straight nose, and thin lips tightly closed.

Although he is not very old, his face is thin and handsome, which can attract the attention of people around him at once.

"Who is this? Peter."

Diana asked Peter in a low voice: "Why did he appear in your dream? I have never seen him."

"If I say that this is the first time I see him, will you believe it?"

Peter reached out and touched Diana's hair.

Diana was about to get angry because Peter treated her as a child, but Peter had already walked towards the thin boy.

"Hello, sir."

Seeing Peter coming, the boy took the initiative to greet Peter with a British accent.

"I lost my way and rested here. I hope it won't affect you."

Although the boy's voice was a little cold, he still tried to show a little kindness.

He didn't know where this was. He fell asleep on the bed in the orphanage and found himself here when he woke up.

He, who always lacked a sense of security, clenched his hands and looked at Peter nervously.

He just saw Peter transformed into a giant and held the girl in his hands.

After realizing that Peter in front of him was not an ordinary person, he was nervous and uneasy.

"In fact, most people don't come here."

Peter stretched out his hand to him, "Child, can I know your name?"

"Tom, Tom Riddle."

The thin and handsome boy who called himself "Tom Riddle" held Peter's hand, "Sorry, sir, I don't know why I came here."

Peter nodded, "You are British, right? The East End accent of London, although it is mixed with some Oxford accent, but I guess you should be from the East End of London."

Hearing Peter's words, Tom Riddle looked at him in astonishment.

He didn't expect Peter to guess his identity at once.

He is indeed from the East End of London, but he began to learn Oxford accent in the orphanage, so that no one would bully him when he left the orphanage.

After all, Oxford accent is always more noble than his East End accent, and people will not know that he is not a so-called "child from a good family" as soon as he opens his mouth.

"If you don't mind, you can come in and rest for a while."

Peter invited Tom Riddle into the room.

The boy was only five or six years old, and Peter was not worried that the other party would be in any danger.

"Thank you, sir!"

After Tom thanked Peter, he went into the living room.

Diana didn't say anything, but just looked at him curiously.

After entering the room, Tom Riddle looked at the layout of the room.

The warm room made him feel that his inner uneasiness gradually disappeared.

The burning fire in the fireplace in the living room quickly dispelled the coldness in his body.

Sitting on the sofa, for some reason, Tom Riddle always felt a sense of closeness to Peter, as if there was a wonderful connection between him and him.

As a child born and raised in an orphanage, Tom Riddle has always longed for family affection and blood ties.

He has been trying to know his origins, his life experience and family.

Now he suddenly felt that maybe the farm in front of him was the place he had been looking for.

"Have a cup of hot coffee."

Peter gently stretched out his hand, and two cups of hot coffee appeared in his hand.

Tom Riddle took the coffee in shock and asked Peter, "Sir, are you using magic?"

"You can think of it as magic, or magic."

Peter was a little surprised by the boy's words and asked, "Do you still know magic?"

"No, I don't, but I can feel that I am different from others. I can always do something that others can't do. As long as I hate people, they will always be unlucky, as long as I want."

Tom Riddle said to Peter and Diana.

A trace of depression and pain flashed in his eyes, "Life in an orphanage is like this, maybe I am a heretic."

For some reason, facing Peter, he, who was originally not good at speaking and wrapped himself up, revealed his true thoughts to Peter.

Because of his special and lonely personality, he was excluded, and Tom Riddle used a hard shell to protect himself in the orphanage, like a little hedgehog.

And hedgehogs will curl up and use their thorns to attack people when they are afraid.

Now he is also a little surprised by his behavior. Why did he say so much at once?

And the hard shell didn't work?

"No, being special is not a heresy."

Peter saw that the other party was a little depressed, and comforted him: "Life is meaningful because of your true self, and magic is not a heresy, it is a talent."

Peter did not ask about the other party's origin.

Maybe the other party was just a boy who accidentally entered his dream.

He patted the other party's shoulder and whispered to comfort him.

But

Why does the name Tom Riddle sound familiar?