Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

early morning.

Tom woke up from the bed with a splitting headache, and he was stunned for a long time by a sense of emptiness.

──Strange, did he sleep for too long?

As for last night, his memory only stays before falling asleep, maybe it is a good explanation for ordinary boys to sleep until they are dizzy, but this cannot be used for Tom.He knew something was wrong with Rui Dou's body, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was.

What exactly happened?

Tom got up, the feeling of fatigue disturbing him again, when a cup of fragrant hot cocoa was handed to Tom's nose.

"I think, you need this..."

Dumbledore smiled gently, and his caring eyes shot through the half-moon mirror on the bridge of his crooked nose. Tom was taken aback, and didn't take the drink right away: "Professor Dumbledore...how do you...?"

"Oh, my dear child, you were attacked by some kind of huge bird after you came out of the owl dormitory, look at your arm, if I didn't just pass by and found it..." Dumbledore didn't go on, and When Tom rolled up his sleeves, he also found the claw scars as Dumbledore said, but the scars were not deep...

"Why do I have no impression of the birds you mentioned?"

Tom frowned, staring at the dazzling claw marks and fell into thought. Dumbledore smiled, opened his big picture monitor on the table, pointed to one of the big gray and black birds, and said, "This kind of bird calls Le Châteaux, a three-foot-long owl, likes to prey on owls and common roes and hares. Its cry can make people lose their minds. I think you met this child when you left the letter. How about it? Memory Are you up?"

"...Sorry, it's not at all..."

Tom frowned tightly, and he pinched his arm, but the pain in his hand did not arouse his drowsy consciousness at all... A beautiful bright red bird feather beside the table made Tom pay more attention. The bright brilliance made Tom couldn't help picking it up, then he turned around and asked Dumbledore in doubt, "This is...?"

"Oh, this is the feather of my Buddhist envoy. It was the one who carried you back to my lounge last night. At that time, the Le Chatelier was still biting its tail feather and refused to let it go. As a result, the Buddhist Turn your head around and breathe fire, hehe..."

Dumbledore stroked Tom's hair, stuffed the cup of steaming hot cocoa into his hand, and said lovingly, "Your stomach should be empty, right? Come on, eat more, good boy." You have to eat more to grow up."

"..."

Tom really wanted to reject Dumbledore's kindness, and wanted to tell him not to pretend to be familiar, but seeing the old man's earnest eyes, he couldn't utter the words that came out of his mouth, so he had to drink down the drink in a dull way, hot and sweet. The liquid went all the way from the throat to the stomach cavity, which made him feel really comfortable, as if his whole body was alive, and he couldn't help showing a relaxed smile.

"It's very comfortable. That's why I like sweets. They always make you feel happy... Would you like some more?"

Dumbledore filled Tom's drink again, and put a few small cakes on the table. The soft cream and sponge cake body looked very tempting, but Tom didn't know why he couldn't eat it. Pushing away the plate, "I'm sorry... I guess I don't like sweets very much."

"It's okay, if you tell the food you want to the plate, you can eat whatever you want..."

Dumbledore winked affectionately at Tom, "Don't tell other students, the benefits of being a professor are here."

"Ah... oh..."

Tom nodded blankly, still not quite able to adapt himself to being so close to Dumbledore all of a sudden, he twisted on the chair a little confusedly, his feet that couldn't step on the ground also dangled, "That... Professor Dumbledore, why are you taking such good care of me?..."

Did he know Dumbledore that well?

"Oh, no, my dear Ruidou, do you believe in the so-called "Fate"?"

Dumbledore still smiled gently at Tom, soft and full of wisdom, "The so-called "fate" is an Eastern term, and when interpreted it means something similar to "bond" and "fate"...as soon as I see you I just feel that you are very similar to me, so I can't help caring about you more, will my caring make you feel uncomfortable?"

When he said this, Dumbledore looked into Tom's eyes very seriously. Those sky-like eyes were so clear blue that even adding a little haze on them would make people feel uncomfortable, so Tom was indeed uncomfortable. , but not because of guilt, but because of another thing...

He thought of the Voldemort he saw back then, that Lord-like man, wasn't it the same when he saw Voldemort in the orphanage back then?

Just based on the first sight you see, you feel that the person is the same as him, just based on the first sight you feel close, and then expect to be closer and to be treated differently...Dumbledore is the same for him ?

uh... so disgusting...

Although he felt a little pimple in his heart, Tom still glanced at Dumbledore unobtrusively out of the corner of his eye. He saw that the elderly professor was looking at him with earnest eyes, and his heart seemed to suddenly stop. The law is so tough.

"No...it's actually not bad."

Tom said, unconsciously, because when the serious eyes on that ordinary face stared at Tom, Tom felt that Dumbledore seemed to be equated with himself... He also felt that Dumbledore was very similar to himself, although he and Dumbledore probably thought very differently.

So he couldn't, really couldn't do it.

Dumbledore smiled lovingly. If his original eyes were like the clear autumn sky, they are now the bright summer sun. He touched Tom's head with a big hand that was not as old as his appearance, and said gently, "Ridou... can I call you Tom? Although I really regret that you were sorted into Slytherin, I still like it... no, I admire you, you are like my grandson who has no fate, if you can Can you come to my office a few more times to accompany me, a lonely old man?"

"I think... maybe it's not suitable."

Tom's lips twitched, because the "enthusiasm" he had never experienced before, this kind of overly friendly behavior was unfamiliar to him, so Tom also found it difficult to respond.

He thought about refusing, but Dumbledore didn't give Tom the chance, and the rambunctious old man stuffed Tom's mouth full of dessert, and then smiled smugly, "Then—it's settled, dear Tom, I will often wait for your visit in my office."

"Mmm... ummm..."

Tom, who was full of snacks, stared wide-eyed, but Dumbledore took the initiative to hook him up, and then pushed open the door and said to him: "Then Tom, you should go back to school after the time, even though it's the first thing in the morning. The first Transfiguration class is my class, but I think you also need to go back and change clothes, I hope to see you appear on time... Come, this is for you, don't forget to make a date with me."

The heavy door closed behind Tom. Tom looked at the phoenix feather that was forced into his hand in a daze. His chaotic head still couldn't connect everything. In the end, he sighed. It will be Christmas in two or three months. ?

At that time, if he takes this as a gift...

Imagining Voldemort writing beautiful handwriting with phoenix feathers, Tom narrowed his eyes gently, Voldemort will be very happy...