Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Blood relatives...

No matter at any time, the shocking power of this word is huge, and it is especially true for Tom, a boy who has been searching for his relatives all his life.

Coming from an orphanage, he longed to be respected, loved and belonged, so he instinctively pulled his sleeve when Dumbledore asked about blood relatives.

"You..." Do you know what my last name is?do you know who my family is

The question he wanted to ask rolled between Tom's lips and tongue. As long as he asked it, the question that had puzzled him all his life would be answered. It was a question that existed since birth, and it only became more serious after being adopted by that man with the majesty What has become a paranoia that must find the answer.

Tom expects his father to be better than Lord Voldemort, especially every time he tries to get Voldemort's care but is coldly thrown away, he always thinks that his real father must be better, more loving and not like that to myself...

Tom therefore always made himself the strongest and best, because he had to be better than anyone else—he had to be a son worthy of his father!

Yes, this kind of expectation is actually a kind of spiritual piety. In the boy's mind, the father who has never masked his face is as great as a god. Whenever Tom and Voldemort live together, the close distance and alienated rejection It's even more obvious... Tom's own father would never treat him like this!

Tom thought of Voldemort's secretiveness about his father's existence, and thought of the man's rage every time he asked, his lips moved, but then the deeper memories with Voldemort came to his mind .

The man said he would give everything to himself.

The man tolerated himself climbing into his bed in the middle of the night.

The man with a black face was abducted by him to dance the female step

The nervous look on the man's face when he caught him.

That person appeared in a critical moment... and that person is lying on the hospital bed now...

Tom's heart throbbed violently, because he found that when he remembered, the emotion in his heart was enough to make him give up anything, just like now—

Rather than getting news about his family from Dumbledore, what Tom wanted to do more was to run back to the medical wing to check on Voldemort's condition... Voldy is worthy of the man called Lord...

Tom thought, bitterness mixed with pride

──He stands above all and rules over me.

After thinking about it, Tom looked at Dumbledore. This old man who had always been kind to him was waiting for his answer with frank and friendly eyes. Tom, who had decided to give up his lifelong wish for Voldemort, opened his mouth, and said with a gesture that looked like a guardian. The words that came out with a gloomy expression were──

"Aside from letting me leave Lord Voldemort, what else do you want?"

If he could, he really didn't want to give up, fish and bear's paw, why couldn't he have both?

Tom can accept that he is in love with a man, but he can't accept that this man may be his father, he wants to know, he has to understand...

Dumbledore's eyes behind the glasses narrowed into crescent moons, and he tugged his beard with a chuckle, the kindness on his face was as touching as the sincere concern in his eyes: "Will you believe me if I say no?"

He winked at Tom, but all he got was the boy's defensive look. Dumbledore sighed inwardly, his eyes fixed deeply on Tom's, calmly, gently and earnestly conveying his thoughts sincerely : "I know you don't believe it, but I just want to let you know, son, Lord Voldemort is not your only choice, and I would be happy to adopt you if you want..."

"I don't want you to raise it." Tom looked at Dumbledore with a sneer. He originally wanted to stare at the old bee with his eyes, but Dumbledore's tolerant smiling eyes made him feel that he was compared to an old man. Patience was so silly, so he snorted and looked away, while Dumbledore smiled, stroking his long beard.

"You know, Tom, you look like me, really like..."

Regardless of Tom's mocking expression, he said slowly, his voice was slow and serious: "So I hope you can also go on the right path, instead of being attracted by the existence that shouldn't be touched like I was back then... "

Tom almost immediately wanted to retort, but the hurtful words came up in his throat and he held back - he was tired of Dumbledore's arguments, but he didn't want to talk back and be preached by Dumbledore, so he just snorted: "I'm not you."

So he will not have the same fate as this old man.

-

"Master, what are you thinking?" Climbing up from the corner of the bed, the silvery white snake poked its head out from under the quilt, its pink-green eyes and Xinxin's bright red tongue reflected each other, "Are you worried about that heartless little villain Tom?" 』

Voldemort, who was lying on the bed, stretched out his hand, and gently caressed Nagini's silvery body with his slender fingers, causing the little guy to let out a limp moan, and the slender tail also rolled his tongue around Voldemort's ivory wrist , the tip of the tail tapped lightly on the back of the hand, "Don't worry too much, that little heartless aesthetic is at least normal, no matter how you say it, I won't abandon the beauty of your master and run to choose Deng Old bees like Bullido...』

As the little snake spoke, it shrank its head to avoid the possible punishment from its master, but after tensing its body for a long time, what landed on the scales was still just a gentle touch, and Voldemort's silky sigh as if wrapped in black velvet: "You don't understand, Nagini..."

The low voice dragged on extremely long, even making Voldemort's words almost shattered. The immature little snake had never heard Voldemort speak in such a tone. That kind of fragility and confusion should belong to Tom, not her nothingness in her eyes. She couldn't be truly supreme, so she panicked, and her body contracted tightly, but Voldemort only frowned, because his head was still echoing what the ancestor stone statue said.

──The lifeless body, and the lost petals of the soul, you are neither the living nor the dead, wandering outside the cracks of the times, the blood of my descendants residing in the magical structure...you have embraced Heretic, I Salazar.Slytherins don't need a disqualified man to be my heir...

Depressed, Voldemort wanted to sit up, but his body seemed to have been pulled to the bone, and he fell down again...

"Maybe the existence of this form is really just a mistake..." Voldemort murmured unconsciously lying on the edge of the bed, but then laughed at himself: But even so, he still wanted to live.

……what happened to him?Is it hurting the spring and the autumn because of a small injury?

At that moment, he felt a little seriously that it would be good if Tom could turn the new page of the times...

The emptiness of his soul made Voldemort feel weak for a while. He closed his eyes, but he was shaken awake shortly afterwards—his past and future thoughts were looking at him with terrified eyes, and Voldemort didn't know where it came from. Impulse actually smiled at Tom: "Are you back? It's been a long time..."

Voldemort didn't mean to say that.

He wanted to ask what Dumbledore said to Tom, and what it was. The unglamorous expression was not at all Slytherin. What he wanted to ask was a more complicated, harsher and less tender sentence, but what he spit out was Is it still the phrase you are back?

His boy hugged Voldemort with wet eyes when he heard the words, and murmured that he would let Voldemort live, but Voldemort just mocked with a faint smile: "Don't save me, or you will regret it."

It is rare for the evil Dark Lord to tell the truth, but it is a pity that people in the room, including the portraits of past principals, don't believe it.