Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The Headmaster's Room of Slytherin.

A piece of silver and green.

Slughorn, who was once a famous figure and head of the school, was picking up the debris with a stinky face. The magic items floating in the air groaned and screamed from time to time because of the impact, but the people outside the door didn't care.

Because, he was troubled by other things.

Sitting on the sofa outside the dean, Voldemort looked very tired surrounded by everyone. As an incomplete ancient magician, Voldemort had to draw power from his own blood when using ancient magic, but it was as if magic was far superior to the present Like the superiority of witchcraft, this way of gaining power is also painful.

Whenever Voldemort casts a spell, he will feel the blood in his veins burning like flames, and this pain will last for a long time, and it will also make him weak.

Stuck in the soft sofa, Voldemort's skin was almost translucent white, and his eyes, which were always darker than the night, were also gray and dazed. He looked quite bad like this, perhaps even after a few beginners. Students who attack witchcraft can defeat him...Of course, this is just a possibility.

Even Dumbledore looked at his face with concern when he saw it, but Voldemort saw the inquiry flashing by under the old man's half-moon glasses, and he coughed - not even pretending, and then wearily Let go, letting the blood-stained handkerchief slip off.

Voldemort was pretty sure he heard a lot of gasps and sighs, and the most obvious of them all was Slughorn who had packed himself up, his panting sound was like a beating bellows, and as he opened his mouth he let out a hot "What's... what's going on? Mr. Lord Voldemort?"

The excitement in his tone didn't even need to be concealed. Seeing this, Voldemort pulled a mocking smile, "It's just... some old wounds that don't heal."

He said, weak, but still proud, "I don't have much time left, maybe three or five years? But as a descendant of the founder of this school, I have no less enthusiasm for this school than others. As the dean of the school I can do a lot more."

"May I ask you a question, which sage are you descended from?"

An old professor asked cautiously, and Voldemort coughed again, swallowed the sweet smell that rushed into his throat, and said with a meaningful smile: "I have no intention of recovering the property rights for the time being, and you will naturally know when you need it. "

"But... this is Hogwarts..."

The professor who was asking the question panicked, and even the wrinkles on his face shrank like budding Compositae buds, so Voldemort lowered his voice and added softly: "But Hogwarts is also a private company, and I own it. A quarter of the school, and both Principal Dippet and Professor Dumbledore who have seen my title certificate can testify to me.”

"But...but..." The old professor stuttered even his tongue, he was eager to say something, but Voldemort became impatient, so he pressed his throbbing temples, his brows furrowed silently, and his deep black eyes twitched Looking at Principal Dippet.

Headmaster Dippet (Note 1), who was able to reach an agreement with Voldemort on behalf of the British wizarding world, was naturally not a blunt person. He immediately understood Voldemort's boredom when he saw this, so he hurriedly asked several other professors to shake hands with Voldemort one by one.

And when Dumbledore shook hands with Voldemort, he shook both hands very seriously, and at the same time stared at him, and said in a serious voice that was extremely rare in his life but usually addressed to the same person: "Mr. Lord Voldemort, although Hogwarts Just because you're allowed in doesn't mean you're allowed to sabotage, do you understand that?"

"Destruction? Is it necessary?" Voldemort smiled back and shook his hand firmly and confidently, "I have many good... impressions of this place. Would you believe it if I said that I have missed this place for more than 60 years?"

"You are joking, Mr. Lord Voldemort."

Dumbledore withdrew his hand coldly, cast another warning look, turned around, closed the door and left, Voldemort looked down at his fingers and squinted, it was rare for him to tell the truth but no one believed it, how ridiculous... Dumbledore Lido...why can this reckless man win Grindelwald in the end?

Another itching deep in his throat made Voldemort cough uncontrollably. This time he coughed dizzily and was slightly deprived of oxygen. The temperature of his hands was as cold as ice. After recovering, his eyes lost focus and looked at the ceiling... His body... became weaker and weaker.

With the use of ancient magic, will the expected lifespan of the body be shortened again... Voldemort quietly raised his hand, the pads of his slender fingers were slightly dimpled, which was pressed when Dumbledore shook hands with him earlier The resulting marks have not recovered their elasticity, and they look like a patient with edema, showing an unhealthy luster, and they are bruised and purple and lack aesthetic feeling.

Voldemort watched, sighed, the darkness gradually piled up in his eyes as quiet as a starry night, and then he gracefully put on the snow-white gloves on his hands, rubbing his fingers against the palms and dazed in a daze... When he went to find Grindelwald, he wasn't dissatisfied Good intentions, although there is the meaning of reaping benefits when the two sides are fighting fiercely, but it is also a political means. From the heart, his favor for Grindelwald is far greater than that of Dumbledore.

If Grindelwald had agreed to Voldemort's request, the history of the world would have been completely rewritten. After all, Voldemort did not have a strong sense of belonging to Britain like Dumbledore or Grindelwald did. Look at the difference in the place of residence.

But the proud old devil said "no" to the Dark Lord without hesitation.

That confident posture is like the monarch of a country in the east, and his declaration of "fight if you want to fight" is also true. Compared with Dumbledore, who knows how to be gentle, Grindelwald is undoubtedly more like a tyrant, aboveboard, disdain to put down his figure Even more disdain to hide.

This kind of persistence is incomprehensible to Voldemort. Maybe this kind of behavior would be noble and respectable in a purer environment, but under the balance of power and other complicated factors, this situation is destined not to be Grindelwald's. On the stage, war is a leader's game to compare who is more despicable and who is better at playing tricks. Grindelwald, who is unwilling to add impurities to his ideals, loses victory at the starting point.

...But if Grindelwald is willing, is it still Grindelwald?

Voldemort blinked, hiding deep thoughts well in his eyes. He didn't understand why he was so certain, but he just knew that Grindelwald would not agree, maybe... it had something to do with the Elder Wand?

If you want to get the Elder Wand, you have to defeat Grindelwald, so it is normal for Grindelwald to refuse to agree to him, but Voldemort did not expect that Grindelwald even had his main target—the piece that he blew up as extremely dangerous. At the same time, the other party was just using it as a slate for decoration──they all refused, did I accidentally reveal too much about the slate that was bound to be won?

Voldemort remembered Grindelwald's sharp eyes and sneer when he stood up, so his eyes also darkened... If you can't get it, grab it.

If you can't be an ally, then become an enemy. He doesn't like meaningless battles, but if Grindelwald wants it, he will accompany him. The descendant of Slytherin is a snake whisperer, but this does not mean that his blood is not hot.

Voldemort's chest was full of excitement, but a tremor running through his spinal cord drained his strength. He tremblingly wanted to take the medicine, but the medicine bottle slipped from his twitching palm, and Voldemort also fell down on the sofa. , the body convulsed unconsciously.

And at this moment, the door opened, and a shadow fell on Voldemort's face...

(Note 1: I personally think that at that time Dumbledore had not yet climbed to the position of leading the United Kingdom, so the headmaster replaced the meeting)