Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The pair celebrated Tom's birthday shortly after returning from the World Cup in Germany.

11 is old.

A turning point day.

All young wizards will receive an admission letter from the local school at the age of 11, which means that he has magical powers and is allowed to learn magic. For Tom, it means that he must stay at school except for winter and summer vacations── the whole process.

He was very reluctant, but there was nothing he could do, because the will of raising people determined that children should be obedient... If I knew it, I would have kissed more...

Tom's grievances naturally didn't reach Voldemort's eyes. Voldemort, who had experience in students wanting to live on campus, was of course very clear. The annoying kid packed away just enough to allow him to concentrate on his own work, but Voldemort didn't expect that, even if He has gone through the formal adoption process, and Hogwarts still sends teachers to find out about the family situation... Is this too responsible or a waste of resources?

Voldemort curled his lips in disdain, he only felt the irony of the two chatting happily in front of him, when he was a student Albus.Dumbledore didn't like Voldemort, or since the first meeting?

Perhaps the reason why Voldemort was rejected was because Dumbledore saw in Voldemort the ambitions that had appeared in Grindelwald and himself, but can a child understand what the greatest ambition is?It is nothing more than a competitive heart that is restless and wants to surpass others.

Dumbledore had been wary of Voldemort all his life because of his intuition and the prejudice he heard from the orphanage director, but now he was with Tom.Ruidou had a great time chatting and appreciated it very much?That's enough.

Voldemort could hardly suppress the venom in his heart and the black water that wanted to splash out. The strong and dark resentment made him cough and weak, but he still couldn't show a mean and cold ironic smile on his own.

The conversation between Dumbledore and Tom paused for a short while. Seeing Voldemort's expression, he stopped and stroked the auburn beard that had not yet turned silvery white, and then walked towards Voldemort with his unique steps.

"Tom is the most outstanding boy I have ever seen, Mr. Voldemort, you have a good son..."

...Of course I know my own excellence, it seems that it is not your turn to talk about it... Voldemort sneered in his heart, but he still smiled politely on his face: "No...Tom is not my son or relative, I am only temporarily Just take care of him."

"Isn't it?──What a surprise, the two of you look like you were printed from the same mold!"

Dumbledore's surprised eyes flashed behind the glasses, and the half-moon-shaped lenses reflected light, but his gaze immediately turned to thinking. Dumbledore cleared his throat, hesitated and asked in a low voice with doubts: "Voldemort... Then I would take the liberty to ask, since you and Tom are not related by blood, then why did you..."

"Since you know that this question is impolite, don't ask any further." Voldemort smiled and blocked it, and that indifferent attitude made Dumbledore stunned again──

"Mr. Voldemort, don't you seem to hate me?"

"How could it be..." Voldemort smiled, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes, deep ice was buried under the warm black pupils, and he walked through his voice like a watchman, "It's just that you asked me and I can't answer It's just a problem that bothers me..."

His feeling towards Dumbledore is not that he hates being so simple, but that he wants to get rid of it quickly...

The atmosphere of the conversation continued in such a stiff and embarrassing manner, and finally Dumbledore, who couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and prepared to leave.

Before Dumbledore walked out the door, Voldemort took his hand suddenly, and Voldemort exerted a lot of force, shaking with Dumbledore, "Tom will leave you alone."

He said that when he looked at Tom, his eyes were rare and complex, "He is my most important person, please don't let him be wronged."

"...Tom is a very good boy, I will." Dumbledore couldn't accept Voldemort's sudden enthusiasm, he shook his hands uncomfortably and then retracted his hands, then solemnly assured Voldemort, but Voldemort's mocking and sentimental eyes made him puzzled again.

"...I hope you can keep your promise, Albus." Voldemort said softly at last, "I sincerely hope that Tom can have a healthy and happy school life."

"Hogwarts is a good place, don't worry."

"No... I'm not worried about Hogwarts, but something else, such as some adult wizards with malicious intentions? Heh... I'm just worried..."

Voldemort said with a smile that couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and Dumbledore, who felt that the other party's every sentence seemed to be aimed at him, couldn't bear it any longer. He snorted, told the two of them again when school started, and then left directly, leaving the silent Voldemort behind. Look at Tom.

"Then... Voldy, I'm going back to the room too." Tom lowered his head, and tried to walk past Voldemort with small steps, but was stopped by Voldemort's quick eyes and hands.

"Mr. Ruidou, may I ask why you hid the admission letter?"

Dumbledore's visit was not without reason, because although Tom did receive the letter, not only did he not let Voldemort see it, but he also refused privately with a vague attitude.

Of course, Tom didn't say these words, they were guessed by Voldemort himself. Voldemort couldn't understand why Tom refused to go to Hogwarts. Back then, he was obviously very happy when he knew that there were people like him in the world. yes, then why did he...

"..."

Tom lowered his head obstinately. The neckline between a boy and a teenager is delicate, and there is a kind of silent beauty. Voldemort unconsciously patrolled with his eyes, his eyes gliding over the hair that was smudged by the light.... The skin... the beautifully lined collarbone under the neckline, and then he was stunned belatedly... just now he was admiring himself when he was a child?

His appearance has always been perfect, he knows it very well, but is it so perfect that he feels a little obsessed with it?

He has been abstinent for too long...

After waking up, he stretched out his hand silently, pressing on Tom's back to make Tom straighten his posture, then lowered his face, said angrily and loathing himself: "Kids have to go to school, there's no reason, I'll just wait a minute." I'll take you to report!" It's better to send him as far away as possible before something happens.

"I'm not a child!"

Tom raised his head excitedly in response. At that moment, sunlight penetrated through the raised hair, rendering the satin-like jet-black ends golden, and his dark eyes of the same color stared directly at Voldemort, with a feeling of uneasiness and sadness. The look in his eyes made Voldemort feel a little tangle in his chest, and the reason was that he was bored for no reason.

"...Why don't you want to go to school?"

He took a breath, calmly brewed a cup of tea for himself, and then looked through the opening where the smoke curled up.

"It is impossible for me to teach you in all aspects. You can learn more in school, and you will have many companions. I can also let you take Lute and Nagini, and if you go to school, you can also help me. busy."

Voldemort's words are undoubtedly very tempting and satisfying to the little boy's self-esteem, but Tom didn't take the bait, he just shook his head calmly and refused with a gloomy tone: "But I haven't even finished learning about you, and I don't care if I'm greedy." Useless."

"Only by going to school can you learn more systematically. Now you can't learn too advanced content." Voldemort's tone was a little heavy, cold and oppressive, making people feel like a big stone was pressed against his chest, "...and I, But I don’t have the time and energy to take you from scratch.”

"...Are you taking me as a burden or am I causing you trouble?"

"It can be said that you did some things that you shouldn't have done to me." Voldemort responded without hesitation, making Tom's already fair complexion even paler, the boy's body trembled, and his head lowered even lower. The trembling shoulders gave Voldemort the illusion that Tom was crying, so he frowned.

"Are you crying?"

"Of course... no." Tom raised his head and sneered, his originally soft eyes were covered by gray clouds, he straightened his chest, and his thin body looked upright because of the raised volume. "I just feel a little ironic and want to laugh."

"……oh?"

"Voldy, I will listen to you and go to the school called Hogwarts." Tom walked towards Voldemort, then bent down, and pressed his fiery lips gently to the back of Voldemort's hand, "As long as that is Your expectations, I will do it for you..."

"...Good boy." Voldemort pulled Tom into his arms, let him touch his hair and back gently against his chest, his voice was gentle, but there was no smile on his face.

In the silent room, there were only these two people embracing each other, their bodies pressed against each other, their heartbeats almost coincident, but their faces were equally expressionless.