Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Dumbledore sighed, lowered his head and picked up the drink in front of him.

His semicircular glasses were clouded by the white mist from the hot cocoa in front of him, and the steam from his lips turned the red beard around his lips into a fluffy frost, and he sent Hagrid back to the ball. , Sitting on the sofa, Ren really said to Tom: "Son, I'm sorry I have to say this, but you really shouldn't get too close to Mr. Lord Voldemort."

"Even if he is my guardian?" Tom raised his eyebrows, seeming to be interested, and more like hiding disdain. His tone was contemptuous and mocking, but Dumbledore just nodded in the same serious way. : "Yes, even if Mr. Lord Voldemort is your guardian."

Tom showed a dissatisfied expression when he heard the words, and his originally pleasant face also sank. He raised his chin and wanted to say something, but Dumbledore looked deeply into Tom's eyes, and the sky-blue clear eyes appeared With sincere concern without falsehood, and his deep magnetic voice is full of love and unspeakable concern: "My child, please forgive me for being so concerned. I have investigated some things in private... Tom, Did you know that Lord Voldemort appeared almost out of nowhere? Not even a birth record, the name has never been recorded in nearly 50 years of history, but every Slytherin descendant is supposed to..."

Dumbledore paused, as if he was thinking and waiting for Tom to respond. Tom's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was not interested in the topic, but in fact he just wanted to hide the anger and sneer in his eyes. Certain scenes came to Tom's mind when recalling. He thought of Voldemort, and remembered that many experiences of that person coincided with his own or even worse, and his tone unknowingly became bitter: "Every descendant of Slytherin What if it’s all going to happen? We’re being watched and monitored, and those who haven’t been registered are either dangerous or unsafe, because we are very dangerous, and we may jump out at any time and spread poison to pollute your precious next generation?”

Seeing this, Dumbledore sighed helplessly: "Son, you know that's not what I mean..."

"Don't call me child! I don't know when I changed my surname from Raidou to Dumbledore...Professor, I'm sorry if you only called me here to keep me away from my guardian - I'm going .”

Tom stood up while talking. Dumbledore, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't move. He just said to Tom's back when Tom walked towards the door: "...Tom, if you can understand the descendants of Slytherin If you look at their personalities, then you should be able to understand...the greater the ancestors, the easier it is for a family to be corrupted, you can't expect everyone to be as good as you...and Mr. Lord Voldemort."

Dumbledore responded with the sound of the boy slamming the door shut.

Dumbledore looked sadly at the mahogany door.

His half-moon-shaped lenses were illuminated by the lights, and his long nose twitched sensitively, like a long nose that had been severely broken in a fight with someone, and then he let out a long sigh as if he wanted to breathe out his life's worth... He really hoped it was just his nervousness.

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Tom left Dumbledore's office almost in a rage. Dumbledore's words seemed to him to be aimless slander and slander.

He didn't want to take it seriously, and even planned to forget it after hearing it, but there were still some contents that couldn't be washed away. They still existed after the tide of anger receded, and left a dark, damp and cold depression underneath like stones on the beach. pit.

It was true that he didn't know Slytherin, but so what?

Don't you know just by watching Voldemort?

...But what can one know just by looking at Voldemort?

Questions stuck in his throat.

Not happy, very much.

Tom refused to think about what Dumbledore said, because he always felt that thinking about it meant he was doubting Voldemort, but doubts still persisted in his mind, lingering as the reasons recurred again and again...

Tom really wanted to know what the people of his blood... the descendants of Slytherin were like.

He really wanted to know, too, why the amiable Dumbledore spoke of them with such sighs and vague congratulations.

And what he wanted to know the most, of course, was who exactly was Voldemort, even if he really wasn't his father, why would he be willing to take him in?

And why——he chose himself?

Although the question that flashed through his mind was only for a moment, Tom was stunned. He stood in the corridor for a long time, and then he was urged to go to the dance floor by the owner of the picture hanging in the corridor amidst the cheerful screams again. .

"I was chosen because Voldy chose me, and I was worthy. 』

──Why can't you say that confidently?

Looking back at the end of the corridor, although he couldn't see Voldemort's professor's office, Tom still thought silently.

... That person is obviously so kind to me.

Tom thought of Voldemort when they were dancing together just now, he thought of the starry smile in that man's dark eyes, he thought of his velvety smooth voice, and he also thought of that man's slender back, when he was a child, he was obviously so tall...

Tom still remembered the shock he felt when he first met Voldemort, the only person in the world who deserved the title of "King".

He also remembered the coldness of Voldemort when he was about to send him to school three years ago, and the cold kiss on his forehead when the train parted... He remembered Voldemort's helplessness towards him and Voldemort's tolerance, and he remembered the deepest Yes, it was Voldemort's pale face when he fell from the broom in Quidditch.

That person obviously cared about him.

Concerned, but hidden under the armpits.

That person is actually very ostentatious, he can only bluff, but he is an out-and-out paper tiger... He already knew it, so why doubt it?

Yes.

Voldemort's origin is unknown.

But what does this mean?

He is Voldemort.

And I like him, so, isn't that enough?

Tom's eyes lit up after thinking clearly, let him go to hell if he competes with the prom champion!As he thought this way, his footsteps became brisk at the same time, and he was about to turn back immediately, but at this moment Abraxas stopped him from behind.

"Raidou, are you a descendant of Slytherin?"

Platinum Malfoy, who was dressed as the Greek god Apollo, narrowed his eyes, held the pendant around his neck with his left hand, and smiled brightly with eight teeth.

"If "Yes", would you like to go to a place with me? I can guarantee that you will be absolutely satisfied with that place..."

Tom raised his eyebrows slowly, and then responded with a very noble and chic vampire.

"Of course, why not?"