Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

People cannot stand without faith.

This kind of words is for ordinary people.

As a once-respected high-ranking person who is still noble today, Voldemort is quite repetitive in a sense.

Reputation, this kind of illusory thing corresponds to the benefits and honors obtained after using means. Anyone with a discerning eye knows what to choose, right?

So after class, Voldemort went straight back to his room, locked the door behind him, and planned to use a certain scientific name Tom.The unreasonable request of Rui Dou as the ward.

──Most people will naturally retreat after being closed doors and thanking guests a few times.

He thought, but the noble Lord Voldemort forgot one very important thing.

At the beginning, he changed his name because he hated others who equated him with "ordinary people", so how could he mistakenly think that this person has the same identity and background as himself, only so thick-skinned that he can be used as a city wall to block missiles? What about the former recognized as ordinary people?

Yes, this mistake should not have been made, Lord Voldemort said to Tom.Ruito's overly reassuring ending is──

"bump……!"

"──Damn... Tom! Didn't I tell you many times not to break other people's doors?"

"Huh? But Voldy is not someone else──"

"..."

The difference between the big devil and the little devil is that the big devil always loves face more than the little devil, so the big black devil who loves face but can't beat or scold his body has to touch his nose and endure it.

There are a lot of adults, he is called demeanor.

Even though he said so, Tom's overly bright smile still made Voldemort feel awkward in his stomach, as if he had eaten seven or eight flies in his stomach, so he walked to the door, said "recovery", and then Voldemort leaned back to recover The function door looked at Tom solemnly and said, "I'm very busy, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? I just came to you to practice dancing... Is Voldy busy? What's bothering our Snake King Majesty? Could it be... everyone's homework?"

Tom chuckled, his crunchy voice was very hearty, but the provocative and see-through air made Voldemort's teeth itch, "But this week, didn't Voldy spare everyone their homework and let them recuperate in the medical wing?" ?”

"...There is no need for you to know about my private affairs."

"Don't say that... Eh? What's that?" Tom, who was full of self-spontaneity and enthusiasm, stuck his head in. He saw some documents on the desk through the gap between Voldemort's body and the door, so he became curious. want to get in.

"..."

Turning sideways to block Tom's probing gaze and movement, Voldemort's eyes were cold.

I didn't see any movement from him, the letter spread on the table was automatically folded, from a square white paper to a thick piece of paper with hidden content, and then as the paper was folded, it became smaller and smaller. Disappeared beyond Tom's perception.

After hiding the secret document, Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, "He must not know certain things... It's not impossible, it's unnecessary. 』

He thought, and then slammed the door shut in front of Tom, and stomped back to the desk, but before Voldemort could relax his brow, the exquisitely ornate but useless door of the dean's room collapsed again.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

With annoyance and disgust, Voldemort's sword-like bushy brows were frowned, and he stared deeply at Tom, or... staring at the door panel that he repaired just a moment ago and was immediately reimbursed, Hogwarts didn't Is there a more robust and efficient way to guarantee a professor's personal time?

But he has improved again...

He didn't know whether he was annoyed that the door panels of Hogwarts were not solid or he was secretly satisfied with Tom's progress. Although Voldemort was complaining in his heart, he couldn't help but a smile appeared on his face, sitting on the chair. He rested his forehead with his left hand, pressed his temple lightly and looked at Tom, while the kid who destroyed public facilities raised his head and grinned innocently: "Didn't I say I came to pick you up? Voldy, you forgot Are we going to dance together?"

"...I just promised to teach you how to dance, right?"

And this "promise" is still to be discussed, Voldemort couldn't bear to stroke his forehead, and Tom immediately grasped Voldemort's slip of the tongue keenly, he blinked triumphantly, then the corners of his mouth curled up, and he sat down on the desk happily Shaking his feet: "If you promise, you must do it. Is the great head of the Snake House going to teach the only heir of Slytherin to be a big liar?"

"...Are you as stupid as those reckless lions?"

Voldemort twitched his lips contemptuously, and put aside the ink and teacups that Tom might have spilled, then tapped his fingers on the ebony tabletop and said, "Slytherins don't pay attention to that kind of thing, and they don't talk repeatedly." It’s called deception, it’s called judging the situation and rationally using techniques to achieve the goal flexibly.”

"That's it---" Seeing that Voldemort was going to deny it to the end, Tom wasn't angry, he stared straight at Voldemort trying to blink with a pair of bright eyes, and there was a bad smile on his face: "Then I have to go and ask Professor Si..."

"──Who did you just say?"

"Huh? Doesn't Voldy know Professor Dumbledore's real name? Dean Gryffindor, who taught us Transfiguration, was the one who visited my home before enrolling. He heard me say that you want to teach me, and he said nothing. I don’t believe it, and he comforted me by saying that if you reject him, he can teach me to dance cha-cha and face-to-face, as long as I am willing to accompany him to eat sweets, drink drinks and talk heart-to-heart every night... Albus is really kind and kind What about the old gentleman, Voldy, can I call him 'Grandpa'?"

"..."

If Voldemort's expression looked like he had eaten a bunch of flies just now, then now he found that those flies had just crawled through the excrement, and the feeling of laughter and anger and mockery were intertwined, so that Voldemort, who was so angry that he stood up a little dizzy, held onto the edge of the table , Tom who was sitting on the side thoughtfully offered support, but Voldemort pushed him away mercilessly.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Tom with trembling fingers. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, because the words he wanted to spit out turned into overwhelming coughing, and his body trembled like leaves blown by the autumn wind. After panting for a while, he squeezed out a voice of disgust like a grinding wheel from between his teeth: "Don't look for him..."

"Huh? Why? Isn't Voldy very busy?" Tom knowingly asked and smiled cheerfully, almost even his white teeth shone. Voldemort knew that he did it on purpose, but he only gritted his teeth in annoyance: "If I can teach you, I don't want to." Ask more...why do you have so many questions?"

"But Voldy, you don't seem to be very willing. You really don't have to force it too much. I'll just go to Grandpa Albus to teach me how to dance. What do you think I would suit him in a pumpkin outfit? Or wear a candy outfit ?”

"No ─ ─ allowed ─ ─ you ─ ─ this ─ ─ call ─ call ─ that ─ ─ old ─ honey ─ ─ bee ─ ─! also ─ ─ not ─ ─ accurate ─ do ─ ─ That—kind—has no—taste—taste——hitting—pretending!”

Voldemort slapped the table hard and hard, then his movements froze, and the muscles on his handsome face twisted a little, and then he managed to squeeze out an awkward expression that seemed like he wanted to get angry but had to endure: " I mean, don't bother with that old Professor Dumbledore, his transfiguration is a big class, and he won't spare much time. As your guardian and head of the house, I will be happy to guide you at any time you."

"But your expression is so weird, Voldy, are you really alright?" Tom frowned and looked at Voldemort's face, and asked in a very considerate manner, "Would you like to see Mrs. North?"

"No... I'm just looking forward to it."

The corners of Voldemort's eyes and cheek muscles were twitching, his voice was always soft as velvet and dry, he was impatient with Tom's teasing, and he didn't want to waste any more time with the ward, so he dragged Tom and walked forward.

The arc of Voldemort's hands seemed to be a bit wide when he was walking - no wonder, why did he want to slap the table with his palms?It is definitely not wood that will scream pain when you hit wood with your fist.

The noble Dark Lord took him to the Occasion Room regardless of the boy's surprise. Although this is one of Hogwarts' secrets, it is very important to the founder Salazar.The heirs of Slytherin are always open. Of course, the open places are far from here.

Voldemort, who was thinking about the secret room, asked Tom to think of a room where he could practice dancing, but what came out was a huge disco dance floor surrounded by colorful lights. Looking at the weird room full of lights in front of him, Voldemort fell silent...

Is it because he hasn't talked to Tom for too long, or has he been out of modern society for too long?

It is really becoming more and more difficult for him to understand the thoughts of young people...