Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Change.

──Change.

If you want to change, what is the price to pay?

Often you pay far more than you expected...

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Voldemort had always wanted to go back to Hogwarts.

Not only because there were countless talents in that place but also the legacy of his ancestors, when Voldemort wanted to return to Hogwarts, there was only one simple thing, and that was to go home.

Come back home.

Because Hogwarts was the only place that brought Voldemort happiness and gave him a sense of belonging.

Back then, Dumbledore was wary of him because of the words of the director of the orphanage, so now that the person raising Tom has been replaced by himself, will the fate of "Tom" be the same?

Voldemort's deep black eyes glide through calculations, the light is fleeting, and slowly disappears into the deep Mo Ming, and then he slowly stretches out a finger to push Tom's forehead far away: "Mr. Ruidou, follow me You have said many times that my head is not a textbook, you should learn to respect the existence that can bring you knowledge."

"I have." Tom blinked obediently, his nimble black eyes shone like broken stars, he touched his forehead, pursed his mouth like every wronged ten-year-old child, and looked at it with the same wronged tone. Looking at Voldemort, "Aren't you giving me knowledge?"

"Sophistry, what did I just say?"

Voldemort lowered his eyes in dissatisfaction, and cast his eyes on Tom's face, which has grown extremely healthy after two years. The cheeks that were originally thin and almost sunken have become plump, and Tom's guts are not small. The ten-year-old self now It's not like him at all, but more like an underachiever who is used to playing tricks... Cough cough...

Voldemort choked on the nouns that passed through his mind, luckily he hadn't had any water yet...

The angry Voldemort coughed, and stared at Tom with dark eyes without blinking. It is Voldemort's habitual offense to blame others when he encounters setbacks, but his angry eyes saw Tom answering his questions fluently. After the question, the sharpness is no longer, replaced by an unconsciously soft gaze.

This proud man never praises anyone, even if that person is the future or his past self, but when he is really in a good mood, his eyes will narrow slightly, and the corners of his mouth will rise, and his breathing will become gentle. Tom looked at Voldemort, The immature face did not realize that a similar expression was copied.

No... Maybe it's still a little different, because when Tom looks at Voldemort, he needs to lift his chin. That gesture is very elegant when it appears on Voldemort, but when Tom of the little bean does the same gesture, the imitation is not It was a failure, and it felt a bit nondescript.

Voldemort smiled softly, no matter whether it was in his heart or face, he checked Tom's magical ability with a smile on his face, and found that the child's progress was far better than his expectations, so he couldn't help being happy Get up, according to his growth rate, maybe the time needed will be much shorter than expected...

As he imagined his return to power with a healthy body in the future, Voldemort couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth higher and higher. He was in a better mood and even made an exception and touched Tom's head, because Tom, who behaved well, asked if he could master the power before entering school. For an advanced spell, Voldemort would take him to a mountaineering camp.

──Are you going camping?

Although the development of magic has penetrated into every corner of wizards' lives, camping is still a troublesome thing for the great Dark Lord.

Not to mention that he has always hated house-elves the most, so he can't tolerate walking with him at all. Let's take his noble and fragile body as an example. Even if Voldemort stands outdoors for a little longer, he can't help but cough again and again, let alone want to leave. How could the noble Lord Voldemort do such a stupid thing when he went to sleep in the warm indoors in the outdoors that was kept warm by magic?

I thought so, but Voldemort still accepted Tom's proposal with a smile, thinking that Tom would not be able to meet the requirements, he even deliberately increased the price, telling Tom that if he could use the three advanced spells smoothly, he promised to give him a spell at night. The goodnight kiss he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Of course, that was also impossible, but giving carrots to let the pony run forward was better than force-feeding education. This was Voldemort's policy for Tom, based on his understanding of himself.

"Really?" The boy whose head was patted really raised his head suddenly, the light of excitement rippling on his delicate face, he looked very cute, Voldemort nodded with a sneer in his heart, "Well, if you can really do it ’.” Although, he never thought so.

"So... is that good night kiss every day?" Tom blushed, grabbed Voldemort's sleeve and looked at him like a small animal, Voldemort shook off displeased, "Promising once is already exaggerated, don't Take me for a fool."

"Okay──It's not like you don't know that advanced spells are difficult, give me more motivation so I can work hard..."

Tomche relentlessly fought for it again, but Voldemort was so stimulated by his coquetry when he was a child, he threw away Tom again with a bluish face, and then drank the "Margerie Cough Potion" with trembling hands, holding the The one who is acting like a spoiled child is Tom the snotty Tom, not the future great Dark Lord──ha... huh... huh... huh... huh...

"Are you okay? Voldy..." Tom patted his hand on the back lightly, Voldemort panted and sat down on the sofa, but the little devil also sat up, unwilling to give up, full of anticipation Hidden behind the hearty smiling face are his eyes shining with brilliance.

Voldemort looked at the obtrusive smile.

stare.

Then the root of his teeth was almost creaked by himself and he turned his head: "Only this time...Mr. Ruidou, but you have to know that this kind of rambunctious behavior is not like a noble young master."

"Yeah! I knew Voldy was the best──" Tom hugged Voldemort with bright eyes and took a bite, then jumped off the sofa before Voldemort recovered and ran out the door, facing Voldemort as he ran. Turning around and making a face: "I am not a noble young master, have you forgotten where you picked me up? My dear Daddy──"

"Damn it, how many times have I told you that I'm not your father...!" Voldemort sat on the spot and rubbed his cheek for a long time, then raised his voice towards the door where Tom was no longer there, but then coughed again.

If he wants to have a son like that, he would rather flush the toilet first...

Uh, that seems to be him...

...damn Harry.Porter!

. . . damn old Tom.Ruidou!

... damn Tom.Ruidou!

...Damn damn damn damn!