Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Tom's uncharacteristic silence made Voldemort look more, but only more, because the girl in front of him made Voldemort feel that the world was really small.

Minerva Mcgonagall... If that name isn't familiar enough, how about adding "Dumbledore's Most Faithful Hawkdog"?

Voldemort thought it was very interesting. If Minerva was killed at this time, it would undoubtedly cut off Albus's future arm, but unfortunately his body is not strong enough to support spells now, and the noble Dark Lord doesn't bother to kill one A lion cub with no teeth and claws, even if that woman really becomes Dumbledore's subordinate, she is just a boring old man──

Ah... the current old-fashioned seems to be him...

Voldemort frowned. He had always been arrogant. As for why he obeyed the prophecy to kill Harry in the first place, maybe it could only be attributed to the sequelae of a split soul?

Voldemort covered his mouth with his hand, sighed after suppressing his throat and coughing again, it's just that the price of this sequelae seems to be a bit high, but there is no way, after all, there is always some helplessness to be paid on the road of pursuing eternity cost……

Voldemort cast his eyes on his young self, and raised the corners of his mouth warmly.

He walked over to Tom and took the bag from the child. The child also obediently stretched out his hand. It was quite inexplicable to be watched with such an admiring expression.

"Okay?" he asked, the boy nodded, and squeezed Voldemort's fingers tightly with warm hands, so Voldemort patted his head casually: "Then let's go."

"Um!"

Eight years old is still too early for immortality, so he still has a long time.

Can be cultivated, can be educated, can make up for too many things that he didn't have the opportunity to do because he was too young...

So although immortality is still his pursuit, at least he doesn’t need to care about it for now──

...the divider for the moon...

After stuffing all the purchased items into the bag and leaving the clothing store, Voldemort stretched out his hand in the air, and a clear cry landed on Voldemort's arm with the sound of wings flapping. Voldemort frowned when he stretched his forearm, but quickly stretched it out.

He took out a piece of meat from his small bag and fed it to the heron eagle, then he lowered his head and explained to the curious Tom: "Birds are the messengers of our magical world, and owls are usually used, but this heron eagle is a bit strange. , so I bought it back.”

"strange?"

Tom looked at Voldemort's hand curiously, and Voldemort smiled instead: "Lud, say hello to Tom, but remember not to stop on him..."

Tom felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and from his angle he saw only a flash of black shadow, and then the eagle with black wings and golden beak stopped in front of him by flapping its wings and said, "Hello, little master." , I'm Lute, don't look at me, I'm only half a meter tall now, when I grow up, I can grow to one meter, huh?Why do you have this expression? 』

Lud greeted him enthusiastically with a hiss that didn't sound like a bird, but Tom didn't answer him, he just watched Lud's eyes widen slightly, then stared at Voldemort in disbelief and said, "He... Can he talk?"

"Oh... little master, please don't communicate with the master in a foreign language that Lud can't understand?"Lud is just a little bird that was just bought from a pet shop, and he hasn't been trained in the human language yet──」

The not-so-small bird flapped its wings and nimbly circled around in front of Tom. Voldemort smiled and stretched out his arms to allow Lute to stop, saying, "Lute is a snake-eating vulture that was hatched by a python, um." , but he probably won’t eat snakes...you don’t like it?”

"No... I was just startled by his noise..." Tom shook his head, eyes still on Voldemort's face... Was it his illusion? Why are Voldy's eyebrows furrowed?

"You just think he's insincere..." Voldemort stroked the bird's feathers with his arm, but when he stroked Lud, a small snake with a low voice came out of his sleeve. : "... Lute, if you grab Master's hand so hard again, I'll wring your head off." 』

"But Nagini, you don't have hands..." Lud flapped his wings in doubt, and flew up again, while the little snake with a triangular head and a diamond tail spit out its long forked tongue in an unquestionable tone. : "Then I will strangle you to death." 』

"Ah, no..." Lud screamed, and the one named Nagini wrapped around Voldemort's arm and hissed at Voldemort all the way up: "Master, you are too polite to that stupid bird." Now, he will climb on top of your head this way...』

"I'm a bird, so you don't have to climb." ’ Lud then flew to Voldemort’s head and complained, making Nagini immediately angrily catapult towards Lud.

A snake and a bird were fighting with hissing sounds like this, Tom was dumbfounded, because the two small animals "fighted" in the sky, they raised their heads up, staggered and almost fell backwards, So Voldemort naturally supported Tom from behind and frowned, "Tom?" As a result, this call made the unprepared Tom slip.

He hurriedly grabbed Voldemort's arm to keep his balance, but when he touched Lud's right arm, which had stopped a moment ago, Tom felt a little wet where he touched it.

……Um?wet?

Tom blinked blankly, but saw that Voldemort's brows were getting tighter and tighter, but before he could see clearly, he was scolded by Voldemort with the excuse of "What are you in a daze for, do you want to get hurt?"

Tom was so read that he could only blink, because the feeling of being cared for was very similar to what he had expected... Voldemort seemed to smell like plants...Sweet and stinky...

Tom twitched his little nose trying to figure out what plants were inside, but forgot to stand up for a while, so Voldemort snorted, pulled Tom away from his arms who was still stunned, and then called back after Tom stood still. Two little pets fighting.

The noisy Lud was thrown into the eagle cage with shrinking technique by him. Nagini entangled Tom. The two took their pets and found a fireplace to move side by side. As for why a fireplace died after being dusted. It can teleport people... Tom, who has been baptized by magic all day long, is no longer surprised. Tom would be surprised if Voldemort took him on a bus or taxi in a serious manner.

So they came to an old castle in an instant. They said it was an old castle because Tom couldn't think of other sentences to describe this place anyway.

Big.

Really big.

The only word that can describe it other than big is wide.

Deep red thick carpets cover every corner of the castle, and dark green ivy covers the window sills and outer walls. This castle is not a resplendent type. Although it looks very clean, it is slightly old. Historical deposits, paintings and sculptures with unknown symbolic meanings are hung everywhere in the castle, and the people in the picture frames can move surprisingly.

Voldemort told Tom that this was also a specialty of the wizarding world. The painters used special ink mixed with magic to preserve the figure of the man, and it could still be maintained even after the model died.

This may also be another type of eternal life, but no one will enjoy this kind of eternal life... Tom looked at the amazingly flexible people in the painting, who even talked and smiled at him, and suddenly felt that they were a little pitiful .

Living in a picture frame all the time, it must be boring...

If it were him... Tom stood on tiptoe, trying to hang Lud's golden cage on a higher hook, but he couldn't hang it up even with jumping, and Lud spoke in Parseltongue. Hey complained, but Voldemort on the side just took the cage and hung it up casually, which made Tom feel a little reconciled.

──Look, there are many things that I can’t do because of my age.

That's why he doesn't want to live forever, he just wants to grow up quickly...

Tom thought of Voldemort's arm that was exposed when he hung the cage, with the flesh turned out. Although there were a few claw marks clearly left, Voldemort still looked as if nothing had happened, so he was even more depressed.

He is really far from that person...