Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

How does it feel to return to the old place after so many years?

Voldemort originally thought he wouldn't have any thoughts, but when he followed Mrs. Cole through the old aisle covered with black and white tiles, he still felt a slight sigh in his heart.

──No change... nothing has changed here.

It turns out that he has never forgotten...

The so-called office is actually just a dilapidated small room half like a living room. This place is as dilapidated as the corridor. The furniture is not only old but also does not match, it is scattered, and even the air exudes an old atmosphere.

Voldemort covered his nose with a handkerchief and frowned, making himself look like a noble man who couldn't bear this place but could barely bear his temper, and Mrs. Cole, who had the impression of being extremely snobby, really shrank a little.

"Uh...my dear..."

"Voldemort, Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort knowingly relieved Mrs. Cole's embarrassment, but his gentle smile seemed to make the woman even more nervous. Mrs. Cole's expression was a little illusory, and she blinked disrespectfully for a long time before she lowered her voice in a low voice. He said, "Hmm... this honorable Mr. Voldemort, what can I do for you?"

Voldemort took off his hat, and was satisfied to see Mrs. Cole gasp.

"I think it's clear why I'm here. Can you let me meet Tom? I want to adopt him."

When the name "Tom" was mentioned, Voldemort wrinkled his nose in distaste, but he didn't show it obviously. After all, it doesn't matter what the name of the container to be replaced in the future is, isn't it?

Voldemort's expression was because he didn't like the name 'Tom' which came from his father, but Mrs Cole was clearly mistaken.

She took out Tom's adoption documents, nodded thinking she understood, then approached Voldemort and whispered after Voldemort completed the adoption procedures: "Are you Tom Marvolo Radou's relative? I think, I need Tell you something about Tom Marvolo Radou's past, he was not a very good child..."

Voldemort knew that he was sprinkled with a perfume that could charm humans and make them relax their vigilance and get close to each other. He also knew that Mrs. Cole probably just wanted more "hard work", so he nodded politely and coldly: "I think smart kids always have more questions."

"Tom is indeed very smart..." Mrs. Cole said with a sigh when she heard the words, "I knew Tom was a special child since I was a child. to his crying, and then as he got older he became... naughty."

"Activity is a good thing, I like lively children."

Voldemort felt a little impatient. If he had enough mana, he would have passed away by "forget it all", but now he would cough up blood even if he used the most basic levitation spell, so he had to hold back his temper , listening to this woman babbling to him with the boredom and impatience of a miserable Muggle, which was unthinkable to him before.

...It's all a damn timetravel, when he gets his body back, he must...

Voldemort was almost half-wandering as he listened to Mrs. Cole complaining about the trouble Tom had caused St. John's Orphanage, but his mood sharpened when Mrs. Cole mentioned a certain word, and with irritation.

"Ma'am, may I ask what you just said about Tom?"

Voldemort's voice was deep and low, with an alluring mellow aroma like mellow wine, and his gentle tone was like lamenting to the lady he likes that today's weather is really suitable for traveling together, but he had murderous thoughts in his heart, because Mrs. Cole said so just now the──

"Tom's hands and feet have always been very dirty. The children around him often lose things. Although there is no evidence to prove that it is him, he is definitely the most suspected object. Fortunately, Mr. Voldemort... Cough... this Mr. Voldemort Please be careful after taking him home..."

"All my future belongs to him, I don't think it's necessary."

Voldemort got up and said stiffly, and then restrained his anger towards Muggle women, and changed the subject a little stiffly: "I think Tom should have been waiting impatiently, I want to see him now."

"Okay... please come inside..."

Mrs. Cole was obviously stunned for a while, and then she walked in front of the lead with a terrified obedience. Maybe she was also wondering why she was acting like a vulgar woman now.

The two walked.

One after the other.

The black and white corridors of the same color system make people feel that they are walking through the mottled time and space.

Voldemort met him after Mrs. Cole opened the door.

That other self in this time and space.

black hair.

pale.

The unwillingness to be lonely shines in the bright eyes.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Tom, because he knew that the light in his eyes was called ambition.