Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Silver-green draperies hung from above, fringed with fringe.

In the room with soft colors, there is light that does not affect sleep, and in the fireplace on the wall, there is a warm fire that will not smell.

The mattress under him is soft, and the quilt and pillows almost give people the illusion that they will be sucked in when they lie on it—this is undoubtedly a very suitable environment for people to rest, but it is a pity that Tom is not sleepy.

He just pulled up the quilt and turned over again, wrapping his body in pajamas into a white and fat caterpillar.

Voldy's home is fine.

This was the first time he ate such a good meal, wore such good clothes, and was also the first time lying on such a comfortable bed. Normally, Tom should fall asleep quickly, but he found that he couldn't fall asleep, and all the thoughts in his mind were overwhelming. It's all what I saw and heard during the day.

Wands, automatic gadgets, and talking animals—not to mention someone who might be his dad... first time... first time... all firsts...

Unknowingly, his mind thought of Voldy again, what was the person who brought him so many new experiences doing now?

Tom wanted to know, but hesitated, and the big white caterpillar twisted and twisted.

tossing and turning.

Can't be calm.

In the end, the little female snake wrapped around his hand was helpless: "I said, little master... can't you let your lovely Nagini live?"You can’t keep me from sleeping just because it’s not time for me to hibernate…』

"Nagini... sorry, I just..."

Tom hurriedly comforted the little pet, but the little female snake refused to let go. She slapped Tom's hand with her tail and slid off the bed. Tom had to watch Nagini get out through the crack of the door.

"..." Tom stared blankly at the door, and Nagini's right half of her head came in with a hissing sound after half the payment: "Little master, you are stupid, you won't follow me to go out to find the master?" Voldy is the master of the house, if Nagini doesn't want to sleep too much, I don't want to ask him to do it a second time──』

"ah?oh……"

──Is he being looked down upon by a snake?

It turned out to be a pet...

But... it would be nice to do that...

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lights.

brightly lit.

Although it was past midnight, Voldemort was still reclined on the comfortable wizard sofa, flipping through the tomes he had brought back.

From this point of view, if he had no ambitions, perhaps Voldemort should have been assigned to Ravenclaw, who valued knowledge?

But just like the well-known fact, if the ambition was stripped from Voldemort, then Voldemort would not be Lord Voldemort anymore.

But what Voldemort is doing now is not serving his own ambitions, because what he read is the ancestor Salazar.Slytherin's Letters.

That was the person he admired the most, without a single trace of impurity, and in that ancient age when printing was not popular, what method should one use if one wanted to understand a person?

Fortunately, Voldemort found the answer in the inheritance he inherited──what could dig into his inner world better than a handwritten letter written by an old wizard himself?

You know, ancient casters were called mages, and their spellcasting methods were completely different from those of modern wizards, except that they also used staffs. In that era, mages needed to use spells with gestures and materials. Trained mages can even cast spells with bare hands, but they also have to spend a lot of time communicating with the magic net—that is, the magic network.

The Weave was a conduit for mortal spellcasters and magic item makers to safely use magical energy—and in those days, the closer a wizard was to the Weave, the more advanced spells they could cast.

Advanced Spell──

Powerful and surprisingly lethal──

For modern spellcasters who can even kill a single target within the scope of the Unforgivable Curse, the kind of group attack magic that could even be used to siege a city and kill a large area in ancient times is probably unbelievable... because they don't have That kind of spellcasting ability.

But a mage's energy is limited, he may be able to copy all the spells he has learned in his spell book, but he can only use a fixed number of spells a day, which is also the importance of spell books in the transmission of magic ──

Because when a good mage transcribes the magic he has learned, he will write down his understanding of the spell in different ways.

When it comes to spells, we have to mention how to cast spells. At that time, most spells needed auxiliary materials if they didn’t want to hurt themselves. This is the concept of "spell slot" and "casting materials". Although they are powerful, they are still very restricted...and this is also the reason why powerful and excellent mages were slaughtered by Muggles──

As long as mages can't find materials to cast spells, the staff that can cast terrifying spells is just a sandwich stick!

Mages despise mortals, just like mortals are jealous of mages, and how can they not take advantage of the chaos after stepping on a sore foot?

As a result, the number of mages has become increasingly scarce, and the power of faith provided is gradually insufficient to maintain the priesthood of the god of magic, so the gods have fallen into the astral world, and it is difficult for mages to call magic from the magic net without a controller. The magic world is because of this Insurmountable flaws and almost total decline, until the appearance of a great wizard named Merlin who reformed magic.

"Wizards."

──This is a concept that casts spells completely different from magicians. They are the degeneration and evolution of spellcasters. Most of their ancestors have mixed blood with celestial creatures and abyssal creatures, and their bloodlines are born with powerful power. Merlin, the half-blood, changed the way mages cast spells to use the power of blood to cast spells. Although most of the powerful magic was abandoned, it also saved the magic world.

Merlin's influence has remained far-reaching until modern times. Wizards have become the only mainstream in the magic world today. All wizards will praise him with respect when they mention him, even if they mention his beard or socks.

His status is exactly equivalent to the Jesus that Muggle society believes in today, but as a former master, spellcasters still reject hybrids—whether they are with mortals or magical creatures.

Therefore, Merlin's lineage was well-intentioned by the wizards, because in their view, even if they have the same ability to cast spells, evil ways are evil ways, and the ability to cast spells may indeed come from magical bloodlines, and even any family may secretly raise magical creatures, but as long as any Families attempting to intermarry magical creatures...that's definitely a more deadly blasphemy than the words of a Mudblood.

Mixed blood is not necessarily bad, but not all mixed blood is good. Why are there wizards in Muggle society?Why are there squibs and throwbacks in the wizarding family?This is caused by intermarriage between different races.

Of course, the knowledge of bloodlines is unproven and dangerous, and almost all the magic books handed down today have been modified, so it is naturally impossible for such knowledge to appear, but the book Voldemort found is obviously not among them.

As an outstanding magician with status and ability, Salazar, known as one of the four pillars of that era.Slytherin obviously studied ancient magic, and ancient magic was not completely declined in the ninth century, so Salazar, who had enough resources,Slytherin easily collected a large number of books.

In the notebook in Voldemort's hand, there are even some records of old Salazar's experiments with ancient magic, which were the results of his research after he was far away from his beloved Hogwarts. It's just that Voldemort thought it was more important to realize his ambition. without paying close attention.

but now……

Voldemort flipped through the Slytherin Letters and sighed, Tom was only eight years old, even if it took another three years, he would have just entered Hogwarts, and he was around 20 to 30 years old when his magic power reached its peak...

But waiting was a shameful waste for Voldemort, so his white fingers rested on the side of the page, which recorded the magic potions and some commonly used spells concocted for him by a black-robed wizard who was also prone to coughing.

This wizard is a very famous god conferring in the history of ancient magic, and his health was even as bad as himself back then. Now that he has plenty of time, why not give it a try?

Voldemort gently closed the heavy dragon book, and he found himself in a good mood—maybe he can also ignite the fire in the future... When conquering the world has no other goals to look at...

But at this moment, the coolness on the soles of his feet made him tremble. Voldemort lowered his head, helplessly seeing that the pet he brought back as a child was climbing up his feet, and then naturally wanted to climb up all the way... Should he be glad he has pants on?

"Don't use my feet as a ladder at any time. ’ He bent down and grabbed Nagini, stroked the cold tip and reprimanded, ‘By the way, didn’t you ask you to accompany Tom?How did you come to me? 』

"This..." Nagini stuck out her tongue at him, and licked Voldemort's lips with the tip of her forked tongue, and then Voldemort got the answer──

"...Voldy, Nagini seems to have come to your room, can I come in?"

──If you can ask this question, don’t open the door yourself. Really, I’m so stupid that I don’t know who this person looks like...

Voldemort was depressed for a while, and after remembering that this person was himself when he was a child, he became even more miserable.