Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Tom has been in a bad mood lately.

He, who always greets people with a smiling face, now exudes a strong low pressure. You don't need to see his expression in person, but you can see it clearly from the almost empty seats around him during breakfast.

After that day, he and Voldemort hadn't seen each other face to face except in class.

At first, it was Tom himself who was angry. He was angry at Voldemort's indifference, so he decided to turn a blind eye to Voldemort, but Voldemort's attitude of treating him like nothing made Tom confused. Did he, did something bad?

Confused, he tried to find Voldemort, but stopped at the door again.

The one who was wrong should be Voldy... No, Voldemort, it was he who inexplicably ignored him first, it was his fault, so why did he have to do it every time──

The stubborn Tom confronted Voldemort without hesitation. The other party ignored him, and he insisted on not going to find him. He was waiting, waiting for Voldemort to come to him on his own initiative, because that would prove that Voldemort actually cared. my own……

But did Tom's silent protest have any effect on the lord Lord Voldemort?

The answer to this question is unknown, but judging from the eyes of the black prince of the school that are gradually freezing...it's obvious, isn't it?

──Perhaps Voldemort was really indifferent to him, that's why he was indifferent to him, and doing this by himself was the real wish for that person, right?

Thinking of this, Tom's heart was very complicated. In addition to the burning anger, he was also corroded by bitter venom. That mood not only affected his emotions, but also affected his supposedly clear mind.

Voldemort, avoiding him.

Yes, Voldemort deliberately distanced himself from him as he did many times in the past.

but why?

Tom had never figured this out, neither when he was a kid nor now that he's grown up.

Voldy...why can't you tell me?

What the hell are you thinking?

Why don't you talk to me?

Maybe such a question is like a child throwing a tantrum, but Tom doesn't care. He just wants an answer, and he only wants an answer that satisfies him and explains everything.

Tom, whose mind has been dominated by doubts, suffered from insomnia for a long time, and he was in a trance no matter what class he was in. This situation lasted until the weekend. As the captain of the Slytherin team, he and Gryffind had many games Quidditch game.

Holding the broom, Tom lifted off lazily, scanning the field like a wandering spirit in the sky.

To be precise, the only one he was watching was their dean, Voldemort, but he, who was supposed to pay attention to the competition, just sat in his seat, watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart, his hands crossed his chest impatiently, and his fingers lightly on his arms. Knock, it looks like you're just waiting for the time to run out.

Even though Tom flew to the front of the stand and fixed the broom and looked at him, he still completely regarded Tom as a transparent person, and that kind of completely indifferent attitude was ruthless.

It was also hurtful and chilling for Tom.

Because Tom didn't leave, there were whispers near the stands and on the field, and Abraxas from the same team also flew over and patted him on the shoulder, and then dragged him from the stands after seeing that Tom was gone. Pang pulled back into the air and looked down: "Dude, it's a ball game now, can't you wait until the game is over to settle the matter with Professor Lord Voldemort?"

Tom only gave him a persistent gaze in response, and the difference was only that the original level with the stands was changed to looking down from a high altitude, so Abraxas shook his head, put Tom down and flew away alone.

Tom's indifference to this game does not mean that others have indifference. The word Slytherin should represent the nobility and honor of silver and green, and the little snakes with high self-esteem will never allow defeat.

The students who were also members of the team continued to compete, but what about Tom as the captain?

Seemingly disappointed, Tom slowly raised his drooping head. His reason clearly knew that he was playing now, but the reaction of his soul was quite slow.

The feeling of being separated from the body due to excessive disappointment and fatigue was so weird that he flew a little disorderly and crooked in the air.

──It’s crooked, so what?

It doesn't matter much, it's just easy to be shot down.

Quidditch is a barbaric game similar to war. In this kind of event, if you lose your mind a little bit, you may be knocked down, let alone someone who is not paying attention to the game at all?

The boggs used to beat people don't care if people are awake or focused, they just go on a rampage and knock the poor wizard off the broom.

severe pain.

After the huge black shadow collided.

Tom was knocked backward and let go of the handle before he felt the pain.

Almost staring blankly at the sky, his head fell to the ground, the feeling of the sky from near to far, infinitely enlarged and infinitely reduced was very bad, as if the sky suddenly pressed down, Tom felt There were many panicked shouts in his ears when he fell, but only the whistling wind remained in his ears.

In Tom's past he never had the opportunity to gaze at the blue sky, but now he has many, time seems to be stretched into a long line as he falls, and he also watches and listens to the whirring as he falls. The sound of the wind is flying in the new wind.

Hmm...it should be very painful if you hit your head on the ground, it's really distressing...

Falling freely at such a speed, Tom teased himself. At this moment, there was no fear in his heart, only a touch of regret and emptiness, and...

"──Tom!"

The falling body seemed to be pulled by its feet suddenly.

The broom had already fallen to the ground and was shattered, and the blood was concentrated in the head because of the fall of the body. Tom felt his ears buzzing. come calling.

Opening his eyes and turning his head, Tom saw Voldemort who shouldn't be there on the field. Holding his wand, he didn't look cold at all. Voldemort, who was at least a few hundred meters away from the stands, was in a state of embarrassment. The look of holding up his right hand feels a bit dazed.

There was still a bit of anxiety on his face, and his face was paler than Tom had ever seen before. Looking at Voldemort like this, Tom's dissatisfaction seemed to have disappeared, especially when Voldemort turned his wand and turned himself When put down on the ground.

Although his hand was only lightly placed on his shoulder, Tom could feel that Voldemort's fingers were trembling besides being cold. He raised his head to see Voldemort's face, but the man's expression was blurred by the backlight. Covered by the sun, Tom couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Voldemort didn't say a word, just pursed his lips, and slowly let go of his hand on Tom's shoulder. Tom's eyes under his eyelids turned secretly, his head was shaking, and his body seemed to be on the verge of falling. He was expressing After almost fainting, as expected, he was hugged into a familiar arm again.

Not generous.

It can even be called thin.

But it's nice to touch and reassuring...

Tom, who was being carried, secretly smiled, and "unconsciously" pulled the skirt of Voldemort's robe. During that movement, he heard Voldemort snort softly, but so what?

He knew Voldemort knew him, just as he knew he knew Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't push him away.

And that's enough.

I can't eat the big fat man in one bite.

Whaling can be as effective as cannibalization, and the latter is far less noticeable than the former.

Voldemort just ignored him, didn't he?

Then he, just make it so that Voldemort has to deal with it...

The Black Prince of Hogwarts made this decision today—he wants to make Lord Voldemort warm to him.