Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

──Then...

It is a world that can be felt as a dream at a glance.

Gray day.

Snow flakes.

On the silver-white ground, even the treetops are covered with the whiteness of frost and snow.

A dreamlike scene.

The mist that Tom exhaled from his mouth was dense, and the snow-colored breath was hazy in front of his eyes and then was blown by the wind. When it touched his face, it was like a needle prick, making Tom's cheeks and nose flushed.

Tom covered his face with his hands and tried to warm his hands as they were numb by exhaling slightly, before he stepped forward.

He found that the place he was in was a pitch-black dense forest. The ancient trees covered every area of ​​the sky, rejecting all light, and the only thing remaining was a faint shadow covered by darkness.

It is reasonable to say that no matter how dark it is, you can barely distinguish the scenery, but the wind and snow here are too heavy, and the leaves and trunks in front of you have lost their color, leaving only silvery white, as if carved from ice and snow...

cold.

cold.

Everything is shaded.

...Why did he come here?

Tom walked mechanically and numbly. As he walked, he became more and more sure that this was a dream, because he saw that he had big hands and slender legs that belonged to adults. If it wasn't for the lack of mirrors in front of him, Tom might really have Go babysit... but only if he can get out of the damn snow first.

The lost Tom turned around, pushing away the messy vines, the cobwebs and dead branches that obstructed his vision from time to time. When he walked out of a bush, he almost thought his eyes were dazzled—the greenery growing in a world of ice and snow... ...?

This is a warm place with moist grass and warm and non-glare sunlight, as if there is a mysterious force that isolates the wind and snow outside, and even the green grass at the dividing line is half frozen and half fresh. .

Tom walked over unconsciously, and as he approached, he saw a pool of emerald green lake water in the middle of the grass. It was full of vitality and shimmering, and the smooth surface of the liquid wrinkled into circles and circles with the gentle breeze. There seemed to be something at the bottom of the water... Tom, who poked his head over, was stunned because he saw a person lying at the bottom of the lake.

It was a man wearing tights or a dark shirt, his whole body was entwined with emerald green ivy, some lengths of hair fluttered in the water, his slender eyelashes cast shadows on his face, and his snow-white face was expressionless.

Those green vines seemed to grow from all directions, extending from unknown places, taking root all over the man's body, and crawling faintly under the surface of the skin, making the whole calm face look a bit hideous.

This is a very strange picture, whether it is the composition of black and white or the person sleeping in the water, but it is not so simple that makes Tom startled. people are...

"Voldy──!"

Without any thought, the boy or he who has grown into a teenager ran over, his trousers were soaked by the warm lake water, and they were quite heavy. Maybe there is some danger in this lake, maybe Those vines were magical creatures or there were some kind of traps, but Tom ran towards Voldemort in the heart of the lake without paying attention, letting the chaotic thoughts occupy his mind.

Voldemort...the strongest, the smartest, the most admired and the hardest to get close to, Lord Voldemort...how could this be?

That Wang Lake is very shallow, bright as a mirror, as if it could only cover up Voldemort, and when the muddy Tom ran past, it only splashed circles of ripples, tremblingly sketching a picture on the blurred water surface. Tall shadows.

bend over.

drop.

The body descends with the terrain.

Tom's hands trembled.

The Voldemort he touched had a freezing body temperature, and the damn tough vines bound Voldemort tightly in the lake like iron chains, no matter how much Tom kneeled on it with his legs spread apart, it would be useless.

But Tom still refused to give up.

He grasped onto the thick green vine as if he wanted to cut off the vine with his nails, but the seemingly fragile vine was extremely hard, and he couldn't loosen it even if he pulled it... Tom's head unknowingly grew stronger. He got lower and lower, and got closer, and when his nose almost touched the surface of the water in frustration, he saw Voldemort open his eyes, but there was only a tyrannical blood red in those originally beautiful and majestic black eyes──

-

Tom woke up.

He was panting heavily from his chest, as if he had gone through a crazy long-distance run, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

When he opened his eyes and saw the familiar silver-green curtains in the Slytherin dormitory, he still couldn't react. After turning his eyes slowly for a long time, he slowly focused, but he was still staring blankly at the carved veil above... just now, he Dreaming about Voldy?

Thinking of the figure imprisoned in the water with fluttering hair, Tom's pupils shrank unconsciously. He brushed his palm lightly across the darkness in front of him. The firefly green magic light told him that it was midnight, and he felt a little tight in his chest. Can't help sighing slightly.

Absolutely...it must be because Voldemort didn't reply to his letter...he missed him...

Since entering Hogwarts, Tom has been writing letters to Voldemort, but the letters he sent have been lost, and there has been no reply. In terms of Germany, Tom even thought that Voldemort did not contact him on purpose.

But there is also no response, is there a difference between intentional and non-intentional?

Tom, who was extremely dissatisfied with this, couldn't help frowning again. Perhaps it would be hard for any wizard who wrote no less than twenty letters in a month not to be angry.

Indifferent, in many senses, is the beginning of taking the initiative to distance yourself, and how many times Voldemort wants to distance himself from him is that rare?

……Germany?Why did that person go there?

Tom's impression of Germany only stays in that Quidditch, and maybe there are a few words he heard from his roommate after school. He knows that there is a dangerous dark wizard in Germany called Grindelwald, and he knows that Germans love it. Sending soldiers, knowing that the staple food of the Germans is sausage and spirits, that's all, really want to ask him what Voldemort is interested in?

Hmm... Maybe it's a unique herb or some ancient ruins. Tom remembered that Voldemort hired a lot of people to go to Germany a while ago, but found nothing. At that time, he was quite disappointed and said that if his Death Eaters As long as it's still there.

The Death Eaters were also a group he had never heard of, and Voldemort really had a lot of secrets hidden in him...

Now that he was awake, it was even more difficult to fall asleep. Tom, who couldn't be charmed at night, simply got up, walked out the door and strolled in the corridor.

The cool evening breeze cooled his hot body a little. Tom, who found his wet clothes still stuck to his back, pulled his shirt and smiled wryly. Fortunately, he was not weak. If Voldy was blown by this wind, he might Can't get out of bed──

Thinking of Voldemort who coughed whenever he got emotional, and always coughed like he was about to die, Tom's eyes were filled with helplessness, but the helplessness was mixed with tenderness.

As a result, the smile on Tom's face spread, looking extremely gentle, but the stretched brows did not last long before they gathered again... Dreaming of the severe winter in the heat of late summer, he had never had any impression of dreams before, So what does this dream mean now?

Legend has it that there are very few wizards who have the ability to predict the future. They can see the track of the wheel of history by chance, but Tom doesn't want or want to use "foreseeing" to describe this very horrifying dream.

...I forgot where I heard a saying that the so-called dream is exactly the opposite of reality, but how to explain the dream of Voldemort being locked and imprisoned?

Unable to explain why, Tom wanted to ignore this dream as a coincidence, but an ominous feeling still lingered in his mind. Although he knew that Voldemort, who was going to Germany, probably would not have time to reply to his letter, but Tom still wanted to write to his caregiver again.

At least Lud could tell him about Voldy's condition when he came back... Tom sighed again.

If there is a chance in the future, Voldy must be locked up, and see if Voldy dares to reply to his letter!

The more he thought about it, the more angry Tom walked, walking out of the corridor.

-

To be honest, Hogwarts students are very free.

Although there is also a door control time in the internal regulations, the restricted objects are unlucky ghosts who will be caught by the administrator, and with Tom's ability far surpassing that of wizards of the same age, it is just a matter of waving a magic wand to avoid the squib night watchman The problem.

So relaxed Tom came to the owl shed, shook Lud awake, and then put a night-vision magic device on the poor diurnal eagle and forced it to fly.

Poor Lud supported his sleepy head, shook his wings unsteadily, squinted his eyes while complaining, and finally hit the wall. Seeing him stumbling, Tom shook his head, but when he turned around, he found Deng At some point, Bullido was standing behind him.

The auburn beard was so long that it could almost be tucked into the belt, and the long hair of the same color was flowing. Dumbledore's penetrating eyes followed the half-moon glasses on the bridge of the nose straight down, looked at Tom gently and said: "Night Tour can Isn't it a good habit, Ruidou, how about coming to my office and eating some toffee finger cakes and zizi honey candies?"

Tom narrowed his eyes and silently gripped his wand under his sleeve, but in the end he just nodded silently.

"...Okay, Professor."