Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

(Moon os: The computer was confiscated for the whole summer vacation, so I disrupted all the arrangements. I was busy with the hunter's book but was caught by the editor. Mo... I am looking for anyone who is free to help me read it, you can + me qq)

Looking at the black-haired and black-eyed boy in the mirror, Voldemort's pale lips pursed... This joke is not funny at all!

He punched the magic mirror with his fist, and then coughed in the mirror's screams—it's a bit ironic to say that although he and his boy exchanged appearances, the damaged soul still remembered the injury, In other words, influence creates injuries... (see preface for reasons)

With Tom's young body, Voldemort's weakness may only be worse, because his fit with this body is not as good as that of the magical one, and he can't use his arms and fingers to re-adapt to everything...

Voldemort glanced angrily at the dark green tie hanging on the side rack, ripped it off with a low curse, and tried to tie it around his neck. God knows how many years he hadn't worn a tie?No one dared to ask the great Lord Voldemort to wear a tie!

But hell he's Tom now.Ruidou...

"Cough cough cough cough..."

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The white collarbone looms under the black shirt, the porcelain skin is made transparent by the magic light, and Tom's eyes become as magnificent as red wine unconsciously. The lips in the mirror curved gracefully, with a faint smile.

Tom blinked, his eyes that were no longer dark slipped through the evil streamer, he slowly unbuttoned the two buttons closest to the neck on the black silk shirt, slipped his cold hands in, and slowly touched the to the left breast.

This part is obviously the closest to the heart, but the tentacles are warm and cool, and there is no difference from other places he touched, so Tom stopped there and then his palms slowly slid up.

He stroked his collarbone and slid over his Adam's apple, then pressed his neck and coughed in a low voice: "...Sure enough, there is no passionate blood..."

Tom said so in Voldemort's voice, his bloodless thin lips blurred the mirror because of the mist he exhaled, and Tom's eyes became cloudy after the mist, and he sighed resignedly: "But I just like it, really trouble……"

"Voldy, I like you, did you hear that?" Tom stretched out his hand to hold the stand, wiped off the mist, and brought his face very close, looking at Voldemort in the mirror with warm eyes, but his originally passionate voice gradually became weaker up.

He let go of his hand, his eyes dimmed, and there was a slight sense of loss in the restored black eyes. Tom pressed his reflection in the mirror again, and drew the line of his lips with his hand: "Sure enough, I still want to tell myself..."

"Hmm...myself?"

Tom, who was sighing, suddenly had bright eyes, and he leaned on the frame again, condescendingly, and tentatively asked in a voice as soft as black velvet: "...Tom?"

──The direction is right, then...

Tom tilted his head to think, watching the mirror and slowly changing his expression.

He made his expression calm and indifferent, but waiting and almost imperceptible connivance could still be seen in his eyes.

This was Voldemort's most common look when he looked at him, and then Tom slowly opened his lips.

"I'm waiting for you... Tom."

"Follow me."

"I allow you to stand by my side."

"Come conquer me."

"I would like to be yours, and I will always only look at you..."

"I love you."

Speaking of this, Tom's voice stopped, and Voldemort's face in the mirror became as if it was on fire. Tom lowered his head intoxicated, and then suddenly looked at the mirror image and showed a wicked smile.

Voldemort's face in the mirror changed, showing a mixed expression of shame and indignation, and even gritted his teeth and frowned: "I'm not allowed!"

"Stop it!"

"Damn it! Ruidou... get off me immediately!"

"Puchi...these words are like what Voldy would say...really..." The brat, who was having fun playing with other people's bodies, couldn't help laughing and pounding on the mirror, but the eyes that looked at the mirror were so gentle that they could drip water.

He kissed the mirror lightly, then moved away, using magic to erase the mirror image, and then put on the cloak.

"However, I really want to hear it from myself..."

he said, smiling.

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Voldemort (Tom's appearance) wearing shiny leather shoes is walking in the corridor with a very bad expression. If you look carefully, there is still an unfastened tie hanging around his neck. His dead snake-like appearance makes people wonder about this poor thing What kind of torture did you suffer──

Voldemort didn't actually do anything, he just tried to use a spell after he found that he couldn't fight well, and then he burst out angrily cursing and tore off the idiot tied into a bow tie... Well, the content is skipped carry.

His Majesty the Demon King, who was in a bad mood, didn't intend to pay attention to anyone, but he obviously forgot one thing - although the face he was wearing now was his childhood, but in terms of deterrence, it was far less powerful than Voldemort himself... Look, this is not Someone with no brains came over?

Platinum Malfoy, who proclaimed himself Tom's exclusive good friend, shook his forehead hair and put his hands on Voldemort's shoulder from behind with a smirk, but his hand was immediately blocked by a fireball floating in front of his palm, Albraxus He glanced at the fireball in surprise, then looked at "Tom" who wrote "Don't mess with me" all over his face, and whistled gloatingly: "Hey, Tom, have you been rejected by the dean again? What stage has it developed this time?" already?"

develop? Voldemort raised his eyebrows, showing a very dazed look, so his loyal friend patted him on the shoulder understandingly—and was dodged again as expected—"Poor Tom, Dean Why are flowers so easy to pick? You might as well let me take you to experience the tenderness and beauty of women──」

Voldemort frowned slightly, but he didn't intend to stop it. Albraxas, who was already mentally prepared to be directly KO'd by the magic wand, was greatly encouraged, and started to brainwash his "friend" endlessly when he got excited. The noble devil's face sank when he heard that, and the fireball that was floating directly burned over: "I have no plans for the principal!"

Abraxas, who is usually well-trained, dodged in a thrilling manner, but was still chased by the subtle fireball, so he had to raise his hands and surrender while running, shouting: "Okay, okay, no attempt, no attempt... ...But Tom, you are really getting more and more violent, so how can you conquer your dean?"

"If you want to die, I'll satisfy you." Voldemort was furious. If he didn't want people to know that he was not Tom, he would have thrown a fireball in the face of the Malfoy boy immediately. How could he know this kind of chatter when he was a child?This peacock must have taught him to be bad...

Thinking of this, he became more and more annoyed at Voldemort, who was overconfident in himself. He cast his gaze coldly at Abracsus, and took a step forward.

The sensitive boy immediately backed away when he saw that his friend's face was not right, because his eyes were so unfamiliar that it made Abraxas panic, as if he was an ant... Is this the look that Tom will have?

He couldn't tell why Tom was looking at him like this, he just watched the boy stretch out his hand to him in a dazed and somewhat hurt way.

The handsome face of "Tom" was very close to that of Abraxas. Abraxas saw Tom's cold hands grasping his collar and pulled him up. His pale red lips were full of cruelty. The smile slowly opens and closes, what is he talking about?

"Drill..."

Before Abraxas could finish listening to the word, "Tom" let go of his hand again, suddenly as if he hadn't moved before.

He stared behind Abraxas with an ugly expression, then snorted and turned his head away.

Abraxas blinked blankly, looked at his friend's back and turned back in doubt. After turning his head, he was quite horrified to find that his first-class dean was chasing "Tom" with a smile on his face, and then ignored "Tom" Tom struggled to pick him up.

Is the world changing too fast or is he dazzled?Abraxas rubbed his head, and found one thing in surprise──It turned out that Tom, who was always molesting Lord Voldemort, was the weak one...