Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Dumbledore's office was a large and bright room, the gold and red layout was quite eye-catching, and there were some strange small sounds from time to time.

Tom listened attentively, but he couldn't hear clearly, so he turned his attention to the table again. Dumbledore put a lot of delicious desserts and silver bottles on the hammer-shaped table. Swirling and exuding wisps of light smoke, it smells like a very comfortable aroma.

Following Dumbledore into the office, he saw a birdcage hanging on the inside of the door, and inside it was an unknown bright red bird showing its long feathers. He couldn't help but think of Lud who had just delivered the letter. He didn't know the way. Can he find Voldy...

The long stare made Tom stunned, and when it fell into Dumbledore's eyes, it turned into admiration for the gorgeous big bird. Dumbledore proudly stroked Tom's shoulder and said, "...that's Fawkes , my partner is a proud phoenix..."

Tom has read in Voldemort's collection of books, Phoenix is ​​a very strange and charming life, they can carry extremely heavy things, tears are regarded as fetishes with healing effect, and they are also very loyal pets.

Loyal... After all, animals are indeed much more loyal than humans...

Thinking of Nagini and Lut, Tom's eyes softened a little, and he remembered another interesting thing. It is said that every time the Phoenix dies, a fire will ignite around it, and then it will be reborn in the fire, and will gain more power than before. The powerful vitality is called "Phoenix Nirvana".

After dying, and then resurrecting with a stronger force, the phoenix has gained eternal life, so it has the name "Phoenix". Isn't this very enviable?

Tom looked at the fiery red bird as big as a swan, and couldn't help taking a breath. The big bird named Foke envoy then raised its neck, and a wonderful rhyme came from its slender neck, and it bit open. He opened the door of the cage, flapped his wings and flew up to the dome, his long tail hanging down like a peacock, flashing gorgeous and brilliant brilliance in the light, and then seemed to want to land on Tom's shoulders, with sharp golden claws faintly showing edge.

Tom tried to dodge, but he only paused in his back step, and then he extended his right arm to the big bird.

The phoenix flapped its wings and flew towards Tom's hand docilely. It raised its head and let out a clear cry. The unexpected heavy weight made Tom's arm sink. It sounded in my ear: "... It's really rare that the Buddhist envoy likes you, it hasn't been so close to anyone other than me for many years..."

Tom frowned. When Fokker grabbed his arm with sharp claws, he squinted his eyes and gasped for the pain that was like a sharp knife on his body, but his usual stubbornness made him unwilling to show it. Tom even endured it. Feeling the pain, he stretched out his hand to touch the Buddhist envoy's crown in a seemingly leisurely way: "Is that so? Could it be that the phoenix still chooses someone to be close to?"

The soft feather crest was bent between Tom's fingers, not very pungent, but a bit like fluff. Seeing this, the swan-sized red bird tilted its head and protested the young man's mistreatment of it with loving pecks and kisses.

"The phoenix can see through the essence of the soul. Every phoenix has its own hobbies. Like my buddhist envoy, he likes to be by the side of people who will be successful, so you will definitely have great achievements in the future... Maybe you will also Can be higher than me."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore winked at Tom in a playful way, and his naughty young eyes blurred his bearded old man, making him look more in line with Dumbledore's real age--that is a kind of chic that belongs to middle-aged people Vicissitudes.

Tom nodded, and his small white hands touched the feathers from the crest of the Buddha's head. The star-like tail feathers made him want to possess them, and they couldn't be more beautiful to make quills... So Tom tentatively touched the feathers with his fingers. Rolling up a section of tail feathers and tugging lightly, the long feathers did not move at all, but instead annoyed the Buddhist envoy in Tom's hand.

The Vorker widened its black eyes, pecked at Tom's little hand with his long golden beak, and then flew back into the cage with flapping wings, leaving behind Dumbledore who couldn't help laughing: "Pull a phoenix hard!" feathers? Oh, my dear Tom, your courage is far greater than any child I have ever seen..."

"...I just wanted to pull out one of the bird's beautiful feathers, so what's the matter?"

Tom frowned, and Dumbledore explained with a smile:

"No, no, no, my child, you don't know the power of the phoenix and the danger of the phoenix. The phoenix is ​​a powerful magical creature that can fight adult dragons. Even the feathers that have been shed for a long time are soaked in the heat of the flame... "

The smiling Dumbledore went to the Buddha's cage and took out a wooden box full of red fluff, and then put it on the table: "...so the feathers of the phoenix have always been good magic materials, Tom You can take some if you like."

"Can you stop calling me Tom!"

Tom bared his teeth and roared, before slowly explaining under Dumbledore's stunned expression, "Many people are named Tom, and it's too similar to other people's names..."

He poked his hand into the pile of hot soft fur, searched carefully, and then withdrew his hand in disappointment: "It's too short, I don't need it."

"Too short? How long do you need?"

Dumbledore was a little surprised by Tom's reaction, and Tom turned his head to think about it and then compared the size in a serious way: "...at least this length, otherwise it will be difficult to pick it up and write."

"..." As soon as these words came out, even Dumbledore, who always didn't follow the rules, couldn't help but lose his composure. He swayed dizzily, and blinked while supporting his body on the table: "Tom, you Do you know how precious the phoenix feather is?"

"Isn't it just a rare bird feather?" Tom replied indifferently, "Good things should be taken out and used. Isn't it a waste to hide them and be reluctant to use them?"

"Oh... that's right..."

Dumbledore softened his eyes without knowing what, the gentle eyes made him look like a kind old grandfather, then he squatted down, and took out a beautiful long feather from another hidden drawer , in a half-joking and half-serious tone: "Then this is for you, be careful when writing, the words written with Feng Yu are magical."

Too lazy to care about Dumbledore's tone, Tom accepted the beautiful golden-red feather, and he looked at it over and over again, and couldn't help but a happy smile broke out on the corner of his mouth, although it was fleeting, it brought Going around his tense face was much softer, so Dumbledore handed over a cup of hot chocolate: "Drink this to moisten your stomach, you seem to have been unhappy since you entered school?"

"..." Tom didn't want to answer, so he just pretended not to hear and lowered his head to drink, but while drinking, he suddenly had the urge to talk, so he did as he said: "It's okay, it's just that I can't get in touch with Voldemort. It just makes me a little annoyed."

"So this is where you go to the owl dormitory in the middle of the night? Have some biscuits. Mr. Lord Voldemort has always given me the impression that he cares about you. Is he busy with something important?"

With the beginning, it was even more difficult to refuse. Tom took the biscuit and took a few bites meaningfully. Dumbledore graciously added some more, and Tom's small face slowly wrinkled in displeasure: "The devil only knows that he what did you do..."

Realizing that his tone was a bit too much, Tom took another sip of hot chocolate to ease his emotions. The sweet warm drink relieved his empty stomach, and then he whispered, "I only know that Voldy seems to have gone to Germany, But even if he's not busy, he probably wouldn't be interested in getting back to me..."

"Germany?"

Dumbledore, who was originally smiling, froze, and then quickly returned to kindness: "Then Tom, do you want to guess what Lord Voldemort might do?"

Tom originally wanted to say that this seemed to have nothing to do with him, but when the words came out of his mouth, they inexplicably turned into his memories of Voldemort's behavior. He told Dumbledore that Voldemort took him to Germany to watch Quidditch, and told Dumbledore Voldemort disappeared halfway and his attitude changed drastically when he came back, what happened to Voldemort in the orphanage and the joy of being taken home by Voldemort...

Tom told Dumbledore a lot of things inexplicably, even the two kisses between him and Voldemort. Did he trust the old man so much?

Tom couldn't help grabbing his arm and thinking, the pain in his arm made him aware of his abnormality, so he was silent before saying that he was a descendant of Slytherin and a snake whisperer, but he still revealed too much, he said Too many secrets about himself and Voldemort were revealed.

"Old man! Did you give me Veritaserum!?"

Looking up with great anger, Tom's exquisite face twisted, and Dumbledore just frowned as if he didn't understand anything: "Tom, why do you think so? Are you too tired? Do you need to come again?" How about some chocolate to relax?"

"I'd be damned to want your chocolate again! Old man! How dare you..."

Tom threw the remaining drink with the cup at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore flashed past quickly, his brows still frowning and disapproving: "Tom, your behavior lacks proper manners, I think you should go back first." Let’s continue talking another day.”

"Who wants to continue with you──" Tom took out his wand in frustration and wanted to imitate, but Dumbledore's spell had already hit him one step ahead──"Forget nothing."

Dumbledore looked at Tom lying on the ground and said calmly, "Son, I'm sorry to be so rough to you, but this is for world peace between wizards and Muggles..."

Dumbledore has always been very concerned about Lord Voldemort, who was obviously hostile since he saw him. That person gave him a very negative and gloomy feeling, just like some dangerous dark wizards, and now that person has gone overseas Has anyone across the sea come to the territory of the most dangerous dark wizard?I hope it's not what he thinks, or else...

...Grindelwald, are we really doomed to be enemies forever?

Pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he levitated Tom with the Levitation Charm, leading him along the way...