Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The handsome and noble Lord Voldemort, whom everyone expected, was ill. As soon as these words came out, most of the hearts of the entire Hogwarts were broken. The former Black Prince of Slytherin was walking on the corridor with his book in his arms, his eyebrows furrowed in sorrow. It's unbearable...but no one would have the brains to comfort him, because the hairy and smoking half-giant at the corner is a role model. Under such low pressure, only a friend who dares to stroke the tiger's beard Black Prince's chief friend (self-proclaimed).

Abraxas, who had just been discharged from the hospital, patted his friend on the shoulder familiarly. After lying in the hospital for two days, he was not only not haggard at all, but also visibly plump. His long platinum-blond hair was combed meticulously and perfectly. Little Malfoy, who always paid attention to his appearance, didn't mind his friend's murderous eyes, he pushed Tom to the dining room, and the moment they sat down, the table was immediately filled with delicious food.

Abraxas skillfully took a plate of bacon and placed it in front of Tom, the blue-gray eyes blinked like the sky after the rain, "Look, how much Hogwarts cares about you, and hunger will reduce the ability to think." ... My friend, what made you so depressed? You didn't even talk to me in the medical wing."

It cannot be said that there is no resentment, but it is also a very Slytherin-style joke. Tom glanced at the fiery red bacon that was almost handed to the tip of his nose, and as if knowing his mistake, he took it and lowered his head to cut and chew mechanically. Seth smiled with satisfaction, while Tom sighed after taking a few bites.

"Tell me anything, I'm your best friend."

Abraxas said half-jokingly, originally he didn't expect Tom to really treat him as a bosom brother, but the young man opened his mouth after silence, although he was still chewing bacon while talking, it definitely didn't affect his pronunciation Clear: "Voldy...the headmaster was seriously injured, there is a high possibility of an accident, Professor Dumbledore of Transfiguration said he wanted to adopt me, but I refused...but he said he knew the whereabouts of my family...── real family."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Tom especially emphasized the second part of the sentence, and Abraxas also widened his eyes as he hoped: "Your real family? The dean, he... I mean, you clearly It looks so much like..."

His voice lowered a little when Tom glared angrily, but only slightly, and after the shock of this incident disappeared temporarily, Abraxas coughed with a smirk: "But I'm curious why you didn't agree ...Don't stare at me, it's not bad for you, is it? Professor Dumbledore's reputation is very high, and he picked not a Gryffindor but a Slytherin. With your means, you can completely Get all his property. And don’t you want to know your own background? Maybe you can find the dean’s family by the way──”

"Voldy has no family other than me!"

Hearing this, Tom stared at Abraxas fiercely with his eyes. He didn't lower his eyes until he stared at his friend's confused question smaller and smaller until he finally ignored it. He rubbed the silver knife and fork in his hand and said, "I I also want to know about myself and even Voldy's background, but..."

He pursed his lips irritably, his thin lips turned white from being squeezed by himself, and his clear eyes, which were always full of wisdom and confidence, also wandered: "He was hurt badly, how could I leave him? It’s all because of me!”

"Why don't you think of yourself as a way to help the dean?"

Abraxas lazily scratched his face, "It's normal for ancient families to have ancient diseases, but they naturally have a solution, and even if they don't, it's convenient to use the flesh of blood relatives to repair their own destroyed body what..."

He muttered, but was startled by Tom's approaching handsome face, and took a step back, "Tom? Your behavior like this is not gorgeous, but also scary!"

"What did you... just say!?" Tom grabbed Abraxas by the collar and shook violently: "That sentence you just said! Say it again!"

"That sentence? Which sentence?"

Abraxas was baffled by the mosquito coils, but Tom threw off Abraxas, repeating the word "blood relative" again and again as if possessed, and he was trapped. Pan paced in place for a long time, and then his eyes lit up: "Abraxas, maybe you can tell me how to heal the soul?"

"I know you understand, and all you have to do is tell me." The boy ordered in an urging tone, his black eyes were like bright stars shining in the dark night, and Abraxas was dazzled by that light For a moment, then he lowered his head, held his family crest and said softly, "As long as this is your wish..."

"Give me the social rhetoric!"

"...It's not beautiful, are you still a Slytherin?"

Abraxas, whose brewing mood was ruined by his friends, complained dissatisfiedly, and then his expression became a little complicated, and his tone of speech became a little hesitant. Under his introduction, Tom learned that the dark wizards Regarding the practice in that field, although the soul has always been the most mysterious forbidden zone, the dark wizards believe and confirm one thing──

The soul can be cut and strengthened, and devouring the soul can indeed help the damaged soul in some cases. Legend has it that the snake ancestor Salazar once devoured the soul of a basilisk, which not only made him stronger than ordinary people. The more powerful magic power and longevity also allowed him to obtain a power that is only inherited in Slytherin's blood: the control of snakes, and the existing Sorting Hat in the legendary academy is also a magical product after soul merger...

After hearing this, Tom bowed his head solemnly and remained silent. Struggles and expectations swayed across his face, which turned into doubts and resolute determination. He finally raised his head and looked at Abraxas: "You Are you sure there will be no problems with this approach? How do you know so much?"

Abraxas' gray-blue pupils seemed to flash black light, and then he lowered the noble head of Malfoy's heir-to-be: "That's because... I am His Majesty Slytherin's most loyal follower." 』

"...I won't give you a chance to repent after being cheated." Tom lowered his head and slowly stared at Abraxas's face, then snorted softly in the boy's unchanging smile, and turned around without hesitation.

He didn't notice that what Abraxas just said was Parseltongue.

And in a distant foreign world, a thought projection staring at the crystal wall of the plane smiled. He stroked a silver ring on his knuckles, and blinked with great expectation: "Some things just get more and more chaotic." Interesting, isn't it?"

Naturally, no one in the void could respond to him, but the tan on the majesty's lips was even more charming.

"I can't let my trader die too quickly, that—it would be too boring."

He said with a smile, and the changing crystal wall also reflected two faces at the same time.

Similar black hair and black eyes, and even more similar expressions of great determination.