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Chapter 472 My name is Tom Riddle

As she ran away, Diana could feel discomfort enveloping her body with every step she took.

"Huchi! Huchi!"

Gasping for breath, she stepped over the thorns on the grass and continued running forward.

Although she ran very fast, she could feel the approach of the Trinity Goddess summoned by the witches.

"Pfft!"

Because she didn't look at where she was stepping, Diana tripped over a stone 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 pinned to the ground, struggled hard but was unable to break free.

Her body was paralyzed by fear.

Turning over, Diana was horrified to see the Trinity standing before her.

The goddess looked down at her, then extended a hand to her.

In her hand she held a glowing soldering iron.

The mysterious energy emanating from it was burning violently in the air.

Engraved on the branding iron was the exact same half-moon-shaped symbol as that on the forehead of the Trinity Goddess.

"what!!"

Diana struggled hard as the branding iron burned on her forehead and she cried out in pain.

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

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

Then a big hand grabbed Diana into the air.

The witches summoned a trinity of goddesses and tried to capture Diana, but they were too late.

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

The goddess summoned by the witches had scorching light in her eyes and shouted at Diana who was held in the air by her giant hands: "No!!!"

To the shocked eyes of young Diana, the scenery before her changed into the familiar Padraic Farm.

And Diana was standing in a pair of huge hands.

The owner of the hand looked down at her, "It looks like you've had a terrible nightmare, Diana."

Peter said down to the young version of Diana standing in his hands.

Only then did Diana finally realize that the horrific scene just now was a dream.

"Pet-Peter?"

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

"Why do you appear in my dream?"

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

Peter looked down at the little Diana in his hands and asked her, "The nightmare you just had was something you experienced when you were a child, right?"

"Yes."

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

Standing in Peter's palm, Diana recalled what had just happened.

"I used to have this dream often. The dream ended with the goddess summoned by the witches branding her mark on my forehead, and then I would wake up from the nightmare."

Young Diana looked up at Peter and frowned, "The goddess of the trinity is Hecate. I don't understand why I dreamed of her."

Peter lowered Diana from his grasp, his giant body returning to its normal form.

Looking at the tiny Diana in front of him, Peter said to her: "Perhaps you really had some connection with the goddess Hecate in the past, but the memory has been buried."

Peter now has some suspicion that the recent catastrophe in the wizarding world might 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 this nightmare."

Diana thanked Peter in a mature tone.

But looking at her small body, Peter felt a sense of incongruity no matter how he looked at it.

"Um. Where is this place?"

Diana asked curiously.

“It’s from 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 Oneiroi 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 didn't know about the god of sleep.

"You can understand that."

Peter did not deny it.

Diana came over, took Peter's hand, looked up at him with a smile on her face and asked, "Are you in your dream? Don't you want me to come in and rest for a while?"

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

Holding Diana's hand, they walked into the living room. As they approached the birch tree, they saw a child of five or six years old sitting under the tree.

The boy in a black robe and a hood looked up after hearing the sound and saw Peter leading Diana in. Peter also saw the boy who suddenly appeared.

He didn't expect that someone would appear in his dream.

After he possessed the three instruments of sleep and even some of the duties of the god of dreams, no one except Riven had entered his dreams for a long time.

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

Although he is not very old, he has a thin and handsome face, which can immediately attract the attention of people around him.

"Who is this? Peter."

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

"If I said it was the first time I met him, would you believe me?"

Peter reached out and stroked Diana's hair.

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

"Good morning sir."

Seeing Peter coming, the boy greeted Peter in a British accent.

"I'm lost, so I'll take a rest here. I hope I won't disturb you."

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

He didn't know where this place 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 had just seen Peter transformed into a giant and holding the girl up in his hands.

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

“In reality, the average person doesn’t come here.”

Peter held out his hand to him. "Son, may I know your name?"

"Tom. Tom Riddle."

The thin and handsome boy who called himself "Tom Riddle" shook Peter's hand and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know why I'm here."

Peter nodded. "You're British, right? You speak with a Cockney accent, with a hint of Oxford thrown in, but I'm guessing you're 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 so easily.

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

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

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

Peter invited Tom Riddle into the room.

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

"Thank you, sir!"

Tom thanked Peter and went into the living room.

Diana didn't say anything, but just looked at the other person curiously.

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

The cozy room made him feel his inner uneasiness gradually disappear.

The fire burning 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 mysterious connection between him and him.

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

He has been trying to know where he came from, his background and his family.

Now he suddenly felt that perhaps the farm before him was the place he had been looking for.

"A cup of hot coffee."

Peter gently reached forward and two cups of hot coffee appeared in his hands.

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

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

Peter was a little surprised by what the boy said and asked, "Do you know magic?"

"No, I don't understand, 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 someone, they will always be in trouble, as long as I want."

Tom Riddle said to Peter and Diana.

There was a hint of depression and pain in his eyes. "This is what life is like in an orphanage. Maybe I am a heretic."

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

Tom Riddle was ostracized because of his special and eccentric personality. He used a hard shell to protect himself in the orphanage, just like a little hedgehog.

Hedgehogs will curl up and use their spines to attack people when they are afraid.

Now he was a little surprised at his own behavior. Why did he say so much at once?
And the hard shell doesn’t work?
"No, being special is not a heresy."

Seeing that the other person was a little depressed, Peter comforted him: "Life is meaningful because of your true self. Magic is not heresy, it is a talent."

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

Maybe the other person is just a boy who accidentally entered his dream.

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

but
Why does the name Tom Riddle sound familiar?

(End of this chapter)