Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Less than a week passed quickly, today is the Halloween ball, and Hogwarts is full of lights and festoons, it is very lively.

Voldemort declined everyone's invitation, including Headmaster Dippet, and sat quietly at the desk, browsing the precious ancient magic books borrowed from the forbidden books section. The stone tablet that Edemachus asked him to find had already been Sent by an owl, it was magically imprisoned in a protective box made of white jade. The Germans said that the key would be delivered with the Elder Wand when the United States sent troops to join the fray, but... does it matter?

The ability of the Dark Lord is enough to transcend any lock.

The slate has already been obtained, but the god does not seem to intend to show up again... The Calamity Slate, although it is just a name made up by Voldemort himself, unexpectedly fits a certain quality inside it...

Voldemort's long fingers gently caressed the pages of the ancient book, making the thick book let out a pleasing chuckle, but he didn't continue to turn the pages, just staring at the book on his lap thoughtfully, bewildered. Thoughts drift away unconsciously.

Life at Hogwarts has been a while.

Students, good research environment, resources and family...

He had a very comfortable and beautiful life, and this completely stress-free life largely sapped his ambitions.

When Voldemort was at Hogwarts, he rarely thought of establishing a power to conquer the world, because so many trivial matters were enough to make him have no time for others──

The cheers from the banquet outside the door, the festive music and the silver bell-like laughter, the corners of Voldemort's mouth raised and lowered unconsciously... If it wasn't for some events that reminded him that he didn't belong to this time and space...

Voldemort reached into his arms, and took out the familiar pitch-black medicine bottle from his inner pocket. With his white-gloved fingers, he used a little force, and after opening the bottle with a "boo", he drank the medicine liquid with his head up. The greasy and strong medicinal properties made him cough, and then he closed his eyes and endured the faint warmth rising from his stomach...

His cough has improved a lot, but his body is getting used to the Margery potion much faster than he originally imagined. With this increasing dependence...it seems that his original estimated collapse time will be earlier. the...

Voldemort frowned, thinking about whether he had made any special discoveries during this period, but he couldn't think of anything except the secret room in the women's restroom and the room that responds to requests, but now Tom.Ruidou was not as discriminated against as Voldemort was when he entered school. If so, would he still be able to find the basilisk?

Voldemort, who was thinking about whether there were other entrances and exits to the secret room, sighed. This body created as the eighth soul piece really still has many shortcomings. Apart from weakness, the most serious feedback on him is the lack of memory. There were many events that Voldemort could remember roughly, but he was always confused about the small details. He could remember that one of his Horcruxes was a pendant made in Slytherin, but he forgot where the pendant came from.

He could remember the Ravenclaw diadem and another house cup, he could remember Harry Potter and the Gaunt rings, but apart from that diary, Voldemort had completely forgotten what state of mind he was in. How to make Horcruxes, not to mention the way to get them.

Although it is not possible to find other things as the carrier of the soul, when making a horcrux, a normal wizard will only choose meaningful, valuable, or both items to make a horcrux... No one can imagine the noble The Devil King clone is Dumbledore's torn sock, right?

Voldemort touched his nose when he realized that his thoughts had wandered to an extremely weird place. He chose those things as Horcruxes because of the uniqueness and indestructibility of those magical items. Not good...

Thinking about it, Voldemort smiled again, but in the future, it doesn't matter what he uses as a Horcrux, because at that time no one can interfere with him, let alone become his opponent.

His enemies have always been only age and death, and this is another reason why he changed his name... "Fly away from death"... Is this name an escape in Tom's eyes?

Thinking of his ward inexplicably, Voldemort frowned and rubbed his forehead in confusion. That sentence was obviously asked by Tom a long time ago, how could he suddenly remember it... At this moment, the closed door was gently lifted. knocked open.

Dressed like a vampire in a tuxedo, Tom poked his head through the door. He was supposed to be at the banquet at this time, blinked, stepped forward, bent at 45 degrees, and held out his hand to Voldemort solemnly.

"Dear Voldy, I think I'm still a little nervous, for fear that I won't be able to perform well at the dance, can you please guide me again?"

He looked at Voldemort with a serious expression and sincere eyes, but Voldemort just snorted and stood up from his seat, and after staring at Tom for a while, he put his hand in Tom's.

"Don't let me down..." he said, "I won't forgive you if you embarrass me by then."

"No, leave everything to me."

"..."

Condescending, Voldemort looked down into Tom's eyes, let Tom pull him to the balcony, and let Nagini climb up the record player and use his tail as a needle, he closed his mouth silently, while Tom just raised his mouth slightly Voldemort was drawn into his arms.

Dance gracefully.

in the moonlight.

The pitch-black cloak seemed to be covered with frost.

The two kept dancing like this, and the dance music, like the bond between the two big and small demon kings, never stopped.

(Interlude outside the window──

Nagini: "Tom, our tail hurts so much, can you keep putting the watch on?"

"What do you think?" Tom, who was dancing, turned his head and smiled, so the poor little snake trembled and burst into tears: "No such...")

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Heartbeat accelerated slightly.

Breathing becomes rapid.

There was a swelling and pain in the chest, and there was a scorching liquid that almost exploded in my heart.

Wonderful...but not annoying, what is this indescribably weird feeling?

The footsteps under his feet were deliberately jerky, and Tom, who was holding Voldemort's palm tightly, raised his face, and Voldemort's handsome but always aloof and lonely face was close at hand.

The pale and almost transparent skin in the past was rosy due to exercise, and the lonely and vicissitudes of the eyes were covered by concentration. This kind of Voldemort was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Strange because of his demeanor.

Familiar, because his face has never changed.

Arms around Voldemort's waist took a wrong step, and Tom and Voldemort circled around on the narrow terrace. He saw Voldemort's black ink-like hair flying, and his ice-white skin looked warm and tender under the moonlight... It was completely unbelievable. Appropriate for the person's actual age.

Recalling Abraxas' surprised expression when he heard that Voldemort might be his father instead of his brother or other relatives of the same generation, Tom narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the deep-sea ink sank in his joyful heart. I don't want Voldemort to be my father so much, and it's better to have no blood relationship at all...

With his hand on his waist that had become increasingly skinny recently, Tom, who was frowning slightly, just gently supported it with his hand, and his other hand squeezed Voldemort's palm tightly with a little force. Voldemort's hand It has always been as cold as ice, even if he simmers close to his hands like now, Voldemort's body temperature will not be affected by him to become hot, just like no matter how close he is to Voldemort, Voldemort is indifferent to him .

...But, is it really indifferent?

In the past, Tom might have agreed to this question very unwillingly, because in his eyes Voldemort was a cold person whose will would not be influenced by outsiders, but after that Quidditch accident, he saw Voldemort's eyes.

The truth is revealed.

Only caring, no ambition.

No matter what the reason Voldemort used to evade when he asked, but at that moment when the eyes intersected, the emotion revealed from those eyes could not be faked, nor could it be faked.

Voldemort cared about him so much, how wonderful it was to find out.

Tom felt that something in his heart seemed to break out of the ground, and then it grew stronger and stronger in his heart like wildfire. Voldemort cared about him, cared about him, loved him and valued him...

That is, after that, Tom noticed that he had an inexplicable emotion towards Voldemort, which seemed to be similar to wanting to be close, but more desire to possess and conquer... He wanted, and Voldemort responded with the same or even greater enthusiasm ...

Tom once asked the people around him insinuatingly, such as Albraxus and Dumbledore, he withdrew Voldemort's name and only said that he was a friend, he expressed some feelings with reservations, and the people he asked People told Tom it was supposed to be love.

Especially Abraxas, the rebellious boy of the Malfoy family even patted Tom on the back in a very grateful tone and told Tom that he was relieved, because fortunately Tom was not obsessed with the kingly Voldemort, and Tom At this time, I learned about the taboo.

Wizards are rare.

Although he seems to be unrestrained and open-minded, but deep down he is extremely self-esteem and pedantic.

Same-sex love and incest are serious immorality even in the Muggle world, let alone in such a closed and conservative wizarding world?

It is unclean, unclean, dangerous and despised by anyone.

If the two were in a happy relationship, Tom would naturally not be surprised by people's eyes, but what if Voldemort also rejected this?

Thinking of that old-fashioned young man, Tom couldn't help but smile bitterly. It would be great if Voldemort was as open-minded as Dumbledore and had no taboos. Why is it that even the old professor with a big beard is easier to talk to than Voldemort?

That person's cold and ignorance seems to be in front of his eyes. Thinking of the guardian's ruthless hands and his merciless eyes, Tom feels a little cold in his heart... He can't let that person know, otherwise...

Tom is not lacking in adventure, but it is based on the premise that he has enough ability to challenge. Muggle knights can challenge the windmill dragon because of the confusion spell, but it does not mean that he is willing to go to the wild with his mind intact. Bear melee.

Although now he and Voldemort are almost face to face, and his heart is full of passion, but Tom's hand on Voldemort's waist is still a gentleman and will not cause displeasure to his dance partner──

Tom knew he couldn't gamble now, because he didn't have the capital to gamble, unless he had the full ability to keep pace with, or even surpass...

Feeling restless and unable to concentrate.

Tom's thoughts drifted so far that the dancing steps under his feet could not keep up.

He then stepped on Voldemort's foot in confusion, frantically, bone hit knee, knee hit shin, and the two of them fell to the floor together, Tom was lucky to be on top of Voldemort, and Voldemort was also unfortunately pressed by Tom On the ground, it was on the open-air balcony of the teacher's office. Everyone had gone to the dance, no one was around, and...

Tom's eyes deepened unknowingly, and he just bent over Voldemort like this, without the slightest intention of getting up...