Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The door opened.

A long shadow stretched from the entrance and shrouded Voldemort's pale face... He looked tall, but as the man ran up to him, his outline slowly emerged──his teenage appearance couldn't be compared The shadow connection that almost reaches the base of the wall.

Tom, who was still angrily pushing the door because of his performance at the opening ceremony, was stunned when he saw Voldemort, and the anger on his face was replaced by unconcealable panic. He had forgotten everything before, and Tom could only see the man on the sofa, the man who was trembling and twitching and had a very dark face even though he was by the fire.

He ran over, and seemed to knock over a chair or a stool in a hurry, and the feeling of his shin hitting the wood made Tom pause, but it was only a pause—

pain?

He forgot about that too.

With utmost care, he lifted Voldemort off the sofa.

Tentacle feel, cold.

If you don't look at his slightly movable eyes and breathing nasal cavity, Voldemort is like a dead man. After a long death, only the soul of the dead is left to occupy the body, and the temperature has long since disappeared.

──It was fine a moment ago, but he was envious, jealous, disappointed and uncomfortable, why did it become like this now?

"...Voldy, what's wrong with you?"

Tom couldn't help but hugged Voldemort tremblingly, whispering in pain, while Voldemort, who was held in his arms, was sweating on his forehead and his eyes were closed.

As if consciousness still existed, Voldemort clenched his teeth, and opened his eyes slightly, but only slightly.

His body was still trembling lightly, unstoppable, and his thin lips, which were always beautiful in the past, also moved like leaves blown by the wind. In a trance, Tom seemed to hear some words, so he hurriedly listened to them, but it took a long time before he heard them. He saw Voldemort's throat move.

Voldemort's breathing was heavy, and it took a lot of effort to speak to him in a very hoarse broken voice: "... medicine..."

──Medicine?Can it help him?

Nervous and expectant, Tom groped for Voldemort's robe, the thin black cloth could not even cover up his figure well, Tom rummaged through his pockets and groped Voldemort without any surprise, this behavior might have been very voluptuous in the past , but up to now it was just a waste of time, and it couldn't even make Voldemort's face more vivid.

Tom was almost desperate. When he felt that Voldemort's body was getting stiffer and colder, but after he forced himself to calm down, he found that Voldemort's hand seemed to tell him some clues...

Tom then searched in the direction where Voldemort's hand was hanging down, and after a lot of effort, he finally found a bottle with ecstasy.

It was a pitch-black bottle as long as a finger, and it rolled down quietly on the inside of the foot of the coffee table. The smooth surface flickered with warm streamers along with the candle flames. The horizontal position looked stable and beautiful, but it was so hideous that Tom said Without a word, he quickly bent down to pick up the medicine bottle, held it in his hand and lowered his head and asked Voldemort, "Yes—is it this one?"

Voldemort, apparently unconscious, was unable to respond.

The slender eyelashes left a fan-like dimness on his face, and the way he closed his eyes quietly seemed to be the best answer. Tom, who could only be a dead horse as a horse doctor, pulled out the cork, and at that moment it seemed something flushed out of the bottle...

It erupted like a volcano at first, then slowly lightened, and finally left silver-gray thin smoke gushing out of the bottle... Warm and hot, but tender and tender, like a dancer performing a performance, twisting The enchanting body reveals its beauty in the air.

...It is a miraculous medicine, this will definitely cure Voldy, right?

Thinking of this, Tom tentatively turned the mouth of the bottle towards Voldemort, but the unconscious Voldemort coughed continuously due to the stimulation of the smoke, and his originally snow-white complexion was so white that it seemed transparent.

Nervous, Tom had no choice but to pinch Voldemort's nose and pour the medicine into his thin lips, but most of the medicine juice was sprayed out. In the end, most of the medicine that Tom poured either sprayed out or didn't go in at all and got wet instead. Voldemort's placket.

… It is normal for an unconscious person to have difficulty swallowing.

──But it is impossible to prevent Voldemort from swallowing it, so what should we do?

There was only half a bottle of potion left, so there was no need to waste it──Tom was troubled, his brows, which were similar in shape to Voldemort's and even matched the edges and corners, were tightly frowned. The reason he couldn't swallow it was because he would spit out the potion, so if── Words that can make him unable to vomit... (Note)?

An impulse that came from nowhere made Tom hold the potion in his mouth, so he couldn't spit it out with his mouth shut, right?

Maybe it's Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, or a soapy romance that hasn't hit the mainstream yet?Tom has a wide range of reading, which means that he has been influenced by a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, so he took it for granted, and then did it, but the stories in his mind are obviously abridged versions──

They only told Prince Tom that the princess would wake up when he kissed the princess, but they didn’t tell Prince Tom’s pain, such as if the princess who had slept for hundreds of years had bad breath or if she was old and wrinkled?

Another example is that kissing the princess brings not only spiritual pain but also physical pain?

To sum up, fairy tales will always be fairy tales, because they only describe the beginning and the end, but they don't know that the most important content that readers need is actually the process...

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Tom, who was in the concoction, tasted bitter fruit.

"──Never touch unknown potions with your soft tongue." Although this sentence was the first thing Voldemort told him when he was teaching him Potions, it was only now that he really took it to heart.

The potion that Tom held in his mouth was like red-hot charcoal, hot and scorching. The feeling cannot be described as "licking the flame with tongue", but a deeper and more persistent pain... It's like letting go of the whole body. It was as if his mouth was being burned by flames, dry burning, pain, hunger, thirst and suffering... Tom knew that Voldemort was in poor health, but he never thought that he would have to drink this kind of medicine...

──Has that person endured such hardship all this time?

Tom thought, since seeing Voldemort collapsed on the sofa, there seemed to be something wrong with his chest, as if someone was constantly poking it with a small needle from the inside, or someone poured a thick drink on it. Sour water... The most appropriate description should be that the heart was wrapped around the heart by an angry Nagini and then slowly compressed, almost being forced to the critical point, but it was still a little short. The weirdness of being angry and unable to vent made Tom even more nervous. It is uncomfortable.

He looked at Voldemort's pale lips, but in his heart he unconsciously thought of Voldemort's high spirits during dinner, the arrogance at that time was compared to his fragility now, and he could only be rescued by him... Tom didn't know why he felt a little heartbeat Speed ​​up──

...Don't think about it, this is to save Voldy!

He said to himself, but the heartbeat still couldn't slow down, it was beating like a little rabbit, it was so noisy──!

Tom thumped his chest, almost choking out the potion, then he slowly put his lips against Voldemort's, pried open Voldemort's clenched jaw with his tongue, and then slowly fed the potion.

Because he was worried that the unconscious Voldemort would choke, he fed very slowly. The medicine in his mouth was hot and stinging, but Voldemort was cold and comfortable... So Tom unconsciously asked for Voldemort's mouth. It’s okay if there is still a potion as a buffer to cool down, but as the junction gradually becomes blurred or even thin, the sequelae will come.

The intertwined breath gradually became ambiguous, and the dexterous tongue also changed from pushing into the concoction to exploring, then searching, and then rolling. Under such changes, Tom could clearly feel Voldemort's lips because he He became warm from feeding, and saw Voldemort's eyes turn from closed tightly to wide open in fright, but he couldn't stop, he could only ask for it with an obsessed instinct...

Tom knew Voldemort didn't like being suppressed like this.

Tom knew Voldemort was trying to push him away despite his weakness.

Tom knew that Voldemort's complexion had changed from pale to blood-red.

Tom knew that Voldemort's eyes were full of anger and he even stabbed him with murderous eyes, but so what?

He knew all of this, but he also knew that it felt good to Voldemort... just a little bit, shouldn't it matter?

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