Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Being stalked by a child.

For the Dark Lord, this is a troublesome thing, and the prefix of "trouble" must be added with "quite".

Not to mention that he is already old enough to be Tom's grandfather. Theoretically, the matter of raising children should have nothing to do with him—just take the self in memory as an example. In the impression that he was already quite independent when he was a child, he was not afraid of anything. Neither trusts nor is willing to pretend to be someone else's talent.

...Facts have proved that people's memory will be beautified and turned to the side that is beneficial to him, otherwise how would he explain the situation in front of him?

Voldemort shook off Tom's hand and glared, "Tom... told you not to come closer!"

"...I just want to ask you to walk with me. The book says that it is not good for patients to stay at home without moving."

Tom blinked innocently, and stretched out his hand naturally, Voldemort slapped it away again angrily: "Damn Muggle book! Damn patient! I'm a wizard! Tom, can't you let me have some time for myself?" ? Cough cough..."

The rage made Voldemort cough and bend over again, and at this moment, the warm pat brought by Tom spontaneously stretching over seemed not so unbearable...Of course, the premise is to ignore Tom's words.

But it's hard to ignore Tom's words, because his tone is kind of stinging, well, how did he say it?

"──No way!"

…Listen, how blasphemous these words are to the great Dark Lord. The so-called kings are usually not very good-tempered and cannot tolerate disobedience, so Voldemort, who was coughing and coughing until he was almost dying, was angry (although he seems to be angry all the time) raised his head, glared at the unteachable dead child in front of him and said annoyedly: "No one can say no to Lord Voldemort the Dark Lord!"

"It didn't mean it didn't exist before, at least that's what I said──"

Tom blinked innocently. Although he didn't finish his sentence, as long as he wasn't too stupid, he could detect the provocation in his words. Voldemort was so choked that he grasped his wand and widened his eyes, wondering if he didn't care about his physical condition when he finished coughing. The little devil put a crutch, but the cough medicine that Tom handed over gave him another step.

After all, casting magic while dragging a sick body hurts too.

The cough medicine was green and thick, and Voldemort swallowed it with Tom's hand. His trembling lips slowly returned to blood under the warm soup, as did his restless heart before, and then Voldemort took a few breaths, pushed away With Tom's support, he put on the cold mask, and gently wiped the corner of his mouth with an elegant movement: "...Tom..."

"What's the matter? Uncle Voldy?"

"..." Don't be angry, this brat did it on purpose.

Voldemort frowned. The previous depression was almost completely broken by Tom's "uncle". He had to be quite restrained so as not to let the valleys appear on his perfectly flat forehead. Voldemort's slender black eyebrows twitched. He jumped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he pulled out the chair and sat down, looked at Tom with a blank expression and ordered: "Go back to your room, Tom, you are not behaving like a well-educated child now." .”

"Well, it doesn't seem like it, so it's your responsibility to raise me by educating me well."

Voldemort was very serious, but Tom didn't accept his calm response, his tone of course and obedient demeanor deliberately made Voldemort feel itchy at the root of his teeth...Why did he tolerate him so much?

This kid is "Tom Marvolo Radou", but he hasn't become the future great Dark Lord yet!

Yeah... to hell with the previous idea that being kind to Tom was being kind to yourself!As long as the great Dark Lord treats himself well, he is the greatest kindness to himself!

Having figured it out, Voldemort happily drove Tom away. Of course, on the premise of not hurting him, this seemingly difficult task actually only needs a house-elf's comatose place for his eight-year-old self. ──Although, Voldemort hated those dirty and nervous little things.

It is always easy to give orders to people. After asking the elf to take away Tom and the too noisy Nagini, Voldemort asked the elf to change his door lock. The anti-theft system engineer in the pavilion released the security device of the same door, and then he opened the ancestor's dragon skin handwriting.

All the ancient magics recorded by Salazar's hand Zari mentioned the "magic net", which is the basis of all ancient magic, but why can't he, the most powerful black wizard in history, even be unable to sense the magic net? ?

There must be some reason...

Voldemort was meditating, his beautiful black eyes, which had been complimented by his supporters and Death Eaters more than once, were soaked with focused brilliance, and then those dark eyes blinked like the wick of a candle before it went out. And the darkness gradually deepened.

...Faith, the belief that the ancient mages believed in and regarded as the source of power, Lord Voldemort has always believed in himself, but in fact, even Merlin, whose body accessories are always talked about by wizards, is just an extended meaning to express his feelings , Modern wizards use the power in the blood, so why do they need the so-called faith?

Without faith, is there no strength?interesting……

The corners of Voldemort's mouth were bent, and his thin white lips drew a cold arc as he stared at the sheepskin rolls he placed on the table. Then he dipped the dragon's blood ink with the black phoenix feather, and painted on the unfolded sheepskin. Confident and stable Founder font is left on it.

"I, Magus."

The black and red handwriting was correct, and the vigorous black ink almost penetrated the lambskin, but apart from these two words appearing on the leather, there was no reaction that Voldemort had expected... Writing magical words Words are a very ancient method of assessment, used to test whether a magic apprentice is really suitable to be a mage, and the lack of change in Voldemort's handwriting seems to indicate that Voldemort is disqualified.

...disqualified person?No one could judge the great Voldemort like that.

Voldemort then stared at the words he had written, the dragon's blood ink that hadn't completely dried looked a bit raised, and he could even see the reflection of his own eyes in the thin lines.

His lips curled up again, and he leaned slightly to look at the eyes in the letters, and then Voldemort said clearly word by word: "I believe in myself, but I also respect the truth."

"Truth will not fade away because of the replacement of time and space, it will only flicker with the collision of wisdom, and emit the brilliance it should have."

"So the gods have never gone away, they just exist in a different way... I long for your power, because I want to pursue the truth."

"...At any cost──I, Magus."

The words fall.

lips closed.

The reflection of the black ink was illuminated by the light.

A figure seemed to stand up in the handwriting among the fluttering candle shadows.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe with long hair like black ink and silver threads mixed in the middle. She was young, beautiful, noble and difficult to look at directly. Her forearm was as white as ivory, and she was holding a huge book with a leather cover in front of her chest. The woman looked at Voldemort, her words were slow and flat but strong.

"You're praying for truth not faith, so you can only see me."

"Ma'am, that's enough."

Voldemort looked at the woman calmly. This is Usiel, the God of Truth──Her image is just like the costume in the ancient legends on the Codex──this god has always existed since ancient times, between the God of Light and the Darkness When the gods shifted their positions from each other, only this lady was always sitting on the seat of the gods, with a constant mysterious smile.

He looked at her, narrowed his eyes, a surprised light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, but it was well hidden, then Voldemort's mouth slightly curved, and he nodded gracefully to the God of Truth: "I am Lord Voldemort, But I salute you for the truth."

"Sensible child..." Yoshiel, the god of truth, smiled gently, with satisfaction. She didn't make any movements, but Voldemort felt hands pressing on his shoulders, exerting slight force, "The journey to pursue the truth is Are you ready for the sacrifices you will make on this long and difficult road?"

from top to bottom.

Yoshiel's smile was ominous and dignified, but Voldemort didn't care.

He just looked up at her, as he looked up at Albus when he was 11 years old.Like Dumbledore, he replied softly in a flat voice: "Ma'am... I only care about what I can get."

A faint cold fire flickered in Voldemort's no longer clear eyes. Voldemort's eyes were darkened, but the eyes of Ushiel, the God of Truth, were brightened.

"I like ambitious people the most..." She laughed softly, "As long as you are willing, you can get everything you deserve."

The handwriting that Voldemort wrote on the parchment burned, and the soft leather surface became shriveled due to the burning. The pungent smell was released along with the fire, and so was the gray-black thick smoke, which was irritating and lingering, sweeping across. Pianqian, and then slowly lead into the air like a raven in the quiet night.

That was an ominous sign, but it didn't bother Voldemort.

Voldemort just stared dimly at the handwriting on which the ancient magic practice method appeared in his hand, and then coughed.

Yoshiel is the god of truth as well as the god of justice, she gave Voldemort knowledge, so what does she plan to get from him?

...It doesn't matter what it is, because the flame in his heart is enough to burn away all obstructions... Voldemort looked at the parchment and thought silently, he wants to recover his health, he wants to rule the world again, he wants... to get back his His Hogwarts...

──Voldemort became widely known when he became the Dark Lord, but who knew that Lord Voldemort's original ideal was to stay at Hogwarts as a professor of magic research?

It was the achievement of his ancestors, and it was also the only place where he felt at home, and now Voldemort, who had the key to the truth, decided to do whatever it took to make what belonged to him his own again...

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"Poggin-Birx," said Dumbledore quietly. "I'm sure when we go into Hokey's memory, you can understand why this place attracted him. But it wasn't Voldemort's first choice of career. Few people knew it at the time - I could be trusted by the Headmaster at the time One of the few, - Voldemort went to Professor Deppard at first to ask if he could stay as a teacher." "He wanted to stay? Why?" asked Harry, still more puzzled.

"I believe he has his reasons, but he didn't confide in Professor Dippett," said Dumbledore. "First and foremost, Voldemort valued this school more than he valued being alone. Hogwarts was the happiest place he had ever been, the first and only place where he felt at home. .”

Harry felt a little uncomfortable with those words, because that was how he felt about Hogwarts, too.

"Secondly, the castle is full of ancient magic. No doubt Voldemort discovered more of the castle's secrets than most of the other students who lived in it, but he probably thought there were still many secrets to be discovered there, There's a lot of magic to be found." "Thirdly, as a teacher, he can have more power, influence and manipulate those young wizards and wizards. Perhaps he got an inspiration from Professor Slughorn, who he doubled in his place. Be pampered, watch him show how much influence a professor can have. I don't think Voldemort intended to stay at Hogwarts his whole life, but I believe he sees it as a recruiting camp, a place where he can build his own Army place."

"But he didn't get the job, did he, Professor?"

"No, he didn't. Professor Deppard thinks he's only eighteen, which is too young," said Dumbledore. "I once persuaded Armando to reject that meeting——I didn't explain the reasons I told you at the time, because Professor Dipper liked Voldemort very much and believed in his loyalty. But I don't want Voldemort to return to this school , especially don’t want to see him get such an influential position.” (← So Lao Deng is obviously wary or prejudiced against v)

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"It once belonged to another Hogwarts founder," said Dumbledore. "I think Voldemort is still deeply attracted to Hogwarts, and he can't resist a thing that is soaked in the history of Hogwarts. There is another reason, I think-I hope I can show you next class."

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"I'm back," he said after a while, "perhaps a little later than Professor Dippert expected...but I'm back and applying again for the position he refused because I was too young. I hereby I ask you to allow me to return to this castle and teach. I think you must know that after being away from here for so many years, I have experienced and learned a lot, and I can teach your students things that cannot be learned from other wizards."

Dumbledore studied Voldemort for a moment from the top of his goblet before speaking.

"I do know you've seen a lot since you left here," he said quietly. "Rumors about what you've done have reached your alma mater, Tom. I'm sorry but have to believe they're half true."

Voldemort still had an indifferent expression. He said: "Greatness breeds envy, envy breeds hostility, and hostility breeds lies. You must know this, Dumbledore."

"You call it 'great' for what you do, don't you?" Dumbledore asked gracefully.

"Of course," said Voldemort, his eyes burning red. "I have studied hard, I have pushed the boundaries of magic, and let it reach an unprecedented breadth." (←Here, I think v is like a crazy researcher who does research for his own interest at any cost. Of course, I think == ;)

"Some magic," Dumbledore corrected him quietly. "Some just. For others, you're still...sorry...pathetic ignorance."

For the first time, Voldemort smiled.It was a vicious look, something very evil, more threatening than rage.

"Same old style," he said softly. "However, I see nothing in the world that justifies your famous statement that 'love' is stronger than my kind of magic, Dumbledore."

"Maybe you're in the wrong place," Dumbledore suggested.

"Well, then, where better to start my new research than Hogwarts?" said Voldemort. "Do you want me to come back? Do you want me to share my knowledge with your students? I will entrust myself and my talents to you to arrange and follow your command." I can't let it go)

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "And what about those at your beck and call? What's going to happen to them—those who call themselves—or rumor has it—'Death Eaters'?"

Harry could see that Voldemort hadn't expected Dumbledore to know the name.He saw a red light flash in Voldemort's eyes, and his slit nostrils flared. "

"My friends," he said, after a moment's silence, "they will do what they have to do without me, I am sure of that."

"I'm glad to hear you call them friends," said Dumbledore. "I thought they were your servants at your command."

"You are wrong," said Voldemort.

"So if I go to the Hog's Head tonight, won't I see a group of them, Nott, Rosier, Muldber and Dolohov, waiting for you to go back? Your friend is really loyal to you, walking this far in a snowy day Lu, just to congratulate you on getting this teaching position."

"You've always known everything, Dumbledore."

"Oh no, I'm just friendly with the local bartenders," said Dumbledore softly. "Now, Tom..."

Dumbledore put down his empty glass and sat up, making a typical gesture with his fingers.

"Let's talk honestly. Why are you here tonight, with such a following, to apply for a job that you and I both know you don't want?"

Voldemort looked a little surprised. "A job I don't want? On the contrary, Dumbledore, I want it badly."

"Oh, you want to go back to Hogwarts, but you don't want to teach any more than you did when you were eighteen. What are you after, Tom? Why can't you just be honest once?"

Voldemort smiled coldly. "Aren't you willing to give me this job?" (← Angry v big, one last effort)

"Of course I don't want to," said Dumbledore. "I don't think you expected me to give it to you. But you've come here to ask for the position, and you must have something in mind."

Voldemort stood up.He looked less like Tom Radou than ever, and he was furious. "Is this the last thing you want to say?"

"Yes." Dumbledore also stood up.

"Then we have nothing to talk about."

"Yes, not anymore," said Dumbledore, a look of sadness on his face. "It's been too long since I've been able to frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make amends for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom...I wish I could..."

For a few seconds, Harry was on the verge of screaming a meaningless warning: he was sure Voldemort's hand jerked his wand in his pocket.But after a while, Voldemort turned and walked out, closed the door, and disappeared.

So these parts are actually some places I want to help v reverse the verdict. Lao Deng’s statement makes me feel a bit subjective. I hope that comrades who are willing can discuss it with me. ps: Thanks to my sister for helping me revise the article. 460 Favorites: 0

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So thanks to Sauron for correcting me, I almost turned V University into a priest... 囧 Imagine V University wearing a priest's clothes... My God...

Because the magic net can be touched by anyone, and the controller can only maintain it, so I slightly modified the settings here again. The thing that looks like a god only appears when V touches the magic net. And give him the illusion that he can only contact the magic net with his consent, and then make a treaty with V. In fact, V can bypass her, but he doesn't know it. In fact, V's vow awakening at the beginning has already been with V The magic net resonated, and this demon made a contract with V with V's original things. Except for V to actually touch the magic net and leave him with basic teaching materials, he was given nothing, but he got Can peep and affect V's real interests when needed As for what he will do, well, maybe take away V's future, I don't know