Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

(Although it is a bit sudden, this is backwards)

America in the [-]s was hopeless.

Famine, unemployment, economic depression and a life of confusion.

This former colony does not have the same deep foundation as his home country. Excessive economic expansion has caused a huge crisis to brew in the American economic edifice, and tariff protectionism and inflation have given this puffy giant a knife.

War is an excellent way to transfer domestic pressure, but isolationism and neutralism permeate the entire United States, making it impossible for democratic countries with internal disagreements to mobilize and can only struggle in the mud.

──Even starting a war is difficult.

In anyone's eyes, this is a hopeless country, probably only Voldemort, who traveled back from the future many years later, doesn't think so.

...The so-called fate is actually a very inexplicable thing, just like he will appear here.

Voldemort smiled softly as he watched the depression on the street. Now, he should meet the target of this trip, Roosevelt who was chatting by the fireside, that great man who can always stand up at critical moments and become the pillar of America even though he is physically disabled. Muggle president.

great.

But Muggles.

and so……

Using a teleportation phantom to instantly transfer to the Roosevelt's house who was having dinner, Voldemort smiled lowly, and he stretched out his hand, a charming human being who learned obfuscation and ancient magic gave him another loyal and enthusiastic servant.

Look... even the three Unforgivable Curses can't be used, Muggles are so cowardly and impressionable, and ignorant and stupid, so he really can't agree with Grindelwald and Dumbledore's attempts to fight with Muggles Thoughts of coexistence...

Voldemort, who was rolled over by Roosevelt from his wheelchair and kissed his cloak, frowned and kicked the crippled president away: "Don't use that stupid gesture to express your loyalty, I only need your obedience."

"Yes, My Lord."

That's right... low races only need to know how to be obedient, and they only need to be obedient and obedient...

Voldemort, who had successfully ruled Roosevelt, felt a little tedious because the process was too easy. He remembered that this country was divided from the British wilderness. Mostly obsessed with witchcraft, most of them just like him in the past, ignoring the Muggles as numerous as ants... But this time he will not make such a mistake again.

Voldemort sneered in his heart, so he transformed into a phantom again, and this time his goal was...?

Anyway, it's either MacArthur or Truman. Anyway, no one can stop it and no one has the ability to stop it.

That night, just one night, the Dark Lord took control of the whole of America, and since then the belief in this land is no longer freedom... So it's a wonderful thing to be born again, isn't it?

-

Voldemort temporarily placed his base in the United States, and he was finally found by the messenger after he finally stopped his hasty footsteps. Looking at the big bird that bit his black robe with no hesitation, the handsome Dark Lord frowned. : "Lud, I said I would write back to Tom, so don't mess around."

"Liar, liar! The master always says he will reply and forgets every time. I have been choked by Nagini and the little master to pluck out the feathers many times. It will be Christmas in a few days. This time I must bring Give the little master a Christmas present with the master's reply letter!"

Lud yelled and pulled Voldemort towards the desk, and it was hard for him to use his claws together to speak clearly. Voldemort who was bitten back to the desk stared at Lud, squinted his eyes, and then suddenly sighed.

"...It's up to you." He said, his mouth slightly raised in a helpless tone, then he sat down gently, reached out and took out a quill to dip in ink, and began to write, "It seems too early for a Veela, Lu Te, what gift do you think would be a good gift for Tom?"

"How about a field mouse the size of a fist?" The big black bird blinked, affectionate and longing, and his answer made the Dark Lord almost destroy a piece of parchment: "...it was my fault for counting on you, I'll let Tom buy it for you."

...But I haven't written a letter for decades, so what should I write and how should I write it?

The helpless Voldemort frowned, and the tip of the sharpened quill lightly slid on the parchment, and then he wrote: "Dear Tom (DearTom)..."

Voldemort paused after writing the beginning, and then crossed out "Dear", "...Thank you for your concern, I have left Germany now... I am traveling in the United States, how are you doing at school..."

Voldemort wrote "should", "maybe", "definitely" and then they were all crossed out, and finally he wrote only a "okay?", and then he wrote after a long pause: "... Is there ( Cross out find servants, and meet friends) meet interesting people?"

After writing the words of concern that he found difficult, Voldemort wiped the sweat from his head, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, and then the writing feathers began to move quickly and smoothly: "Hogwarts is the place where our ancestors established , there are a lot of secrets in it, if you are bored, you can dig it out, and because of my relationship abroad, I regret that I can’t spend Christmas with you, please spend your holiday well, love you (Loved)... (Strikes out "love you" again) Voldy. "

After finishing the letter, Voldemort felt that this was the worst email he had ever written. He once wanted to tear it up and throw it into the fire, but after seeing his stupid bird's look of anticipation and shining eyes, Voldemort couldn't help but laugh. Finally gave up.

...Forget it, just treat it as a response to the dozens of letters from that stupid boy... Thinking so, he added a note at the end of the letter: "Lud is a good messenger, but too annoying. Don’t let him come again... By the way, remember to buy me a fist-sized field mouse for him as a Christmas present... Enclosed is your gift, birthday and Merry Christmas."

It would seem strange to give Lud a present but not Tom, so giving him a present is also a no-brainer... But speaking of Christmas...?

Voldemort thought of his birthday which was obviously close to Christmas but had never been celebrated, and he seemed to have never given Tom a present?

──Okay... since he's going to be 14 this year...

Voldemort rummaged through his collection, some from Salazar and some from himself. When choosing, he hesitated for a long time on some personal accessories such as bracelets and plate fingers, and finally picked a whole body gold eyes decorated with rubies The Golden Snake Bracer, but Tom, who is still young, probably can only use it as an armband...

Voldemort cast several special spells on the wristband, which are used to protect and warn him. In addition, Voldemort also made this wristband into a portkey, which can instantly transfer Tom or him to another person when needed. by his side, but of course he didn't intend to let Tom know about this function—

So Voldemort, who took care of himself properly, tied the presents and letters to Ludt's feet and sent the big bird away. Voldemort looked at the distant wings with a dazed look, but then he was vehemently covered up, because apart from stabilizing the United States, He still has to do a lot of things, such as guarding Grindelwald, guarding against Dumbledore, and... creating opportunities for them to fight──