Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Gaunt home.

According to the clues Dumbledore told Tom, from Tom's middle name Marvolo, the old professor of transfiguration found out the existence of this wizard family... Yes, it is not a family or a family, not a noble or rich, some It’s just the pure blood of close relatives and the paranoid and arrogant self-worship and arrogance, but of course Dumbledore would not tell Tom that – some things are deeper than what others say after confirming them, aren’t they? ?

There were no comments or mixed feelings. Dumbledore only wrote down the location of the Gaunt family on a note when the boy asked about his life experience, then sat back on the chair and smoked a pipe, and responded to Tom's question with silence──

"What kind of family is that? Is it noble? Is it worthy of Lord Voldemort or me?"

"I can't answer you, but I think you can confirm it with your own eyes."

Tom frowned, and stared sharply at Dumbledore's peacefulness, trying to find out the true meaning behind it, but he was disappointed, because there was only encouragement in the old man's blue eyes, and faintly sad and sympathetic.

... What is he mourning and sympathizing with?Is it because of something wrong with my own question?

Tom didn't continue to ask any more questions, but just took a deep look at Dumbledore, and then turned around -- anyway, don't you know if you go and see for yourself?

Tom didn't think he would be hit so hard. After seeing the man fall and knowing that the man might leave, there was nothing in this world that could scare him...

He thought about it, but unexpectedly remembered the dream when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

It has been three years since I arrived at Hogwarts, and many things have been forgotten, but only that memory is so clear.

In that dream Voldemort left, turned his back to him and never looked back.

He shouted and ran after him, but he still drifted away from that figure.

Feelings of desperation piled up in his heart, Tom somehow took the gun, just as if he had somehow shot, then the once tall figure fell down in response, and the blood that oozed out stained the whole snow.

White and red, the extremely coquettish picture, Tom is very desperate, but also deeply joyful... because that person can't leave, he will belong to himself forever, until the end of the world.

Twisted, crazy, paranoid and grotesque, but the deepest reason this dream startled Tom turned out to be that he wasn't afraid.

He was not afraid, but took it for granted.

Laughing at himself that he had been in the Muggle world for so long that he even thought of using a gun to kill people, Tom, who walked out of the Transfiguration professor's office, took a deep breath, feeling depressed.

Yes, he had thought that if Voldy really chose to leave, then Tom would kill that man before he succeeded and let him stay forever, but what if it was death that separated him from Voldy?

He doesn't know the answer, but he can only hope that he can find a way at the Gaunt's house.

Voldemort flying away from death... Tom had never found that name more ironic than it did now, but he believed it now, because he hoped that the name would really make Voldemort immortal, and immortal.

-

Standing on a country road surrounded by tall, shaggy hedgerows, Tom looked down at a wooden road sign protruding from the thorns on the left side of the road, and after identifying "One mile to Little Hangleton" " direction and he started to move forward.

The road was a series of repeated scenes, nothing but the hedgerows on both sides and the vast blue sky above his head. Tom walked slowly on his leather shoes, and Ged's tie, which was deliberately tightened, made his neck flustered, and he couldn't help loosening it. Silver and green, with black eyes blankly looking at the sky──

If you meet those who are related to him by blood, what should you start your first sentence with?

"Hello, sir, I am your son, nephew, or grandson?" 』

──Silly, how about this?

After knocking on the door, he took off his hat, grinned at the other party and said, "Seeing my appearance, you should know my identity, right?" 』

...Why do you think that if it was Voldy who opened the door, he would definitely hit Avada first?

Tom turned left along the path, passed Little Hangleton without stopping, and then turned right again until he entered a dirty path that turned left and right. He was still thinking hard about what he should have. Opening remarks... After all, he is only a 13-year-old child.

Even though he has decided to continue to follow the current caregiver, Tom still wants to show in front of the family he has never met, Voldemort and family, the gap between the two is two different things.

He wants to prove to those blood relatives what an excellent existence he is, and he also wants them to regret losing him back then—yes, lost.

Tom never thought of himself as an unwanted child, so he wondered all the more why he was brought up in an orphanage.

-

Tom walked into the woods, led by the trail.

Although the sky was cloudless, the old bushes ahead cast dark, cool shadows.

Tom stopped to open the map, magical arrows popped out of the paper, pointing to the woods, he squinted his eyes, and then it was almost difficult to identify a house from these messy tree trunks.

What a unique architectural style, how could someone let these trees grow around the house, blocking all the light and the view of the valley?

Tom frowned at the moss on the walls and the fallen tiles on the roof, and the dirty vines that covered the windows all around the house. Could people really live in such a place?Could it be Dumbledore who lied to him?

He stared at the dusty door panel, the dead snakes nailed to it made Tom's eyes shrink, and after some hesitation he knocked...once, twice, but no one answered.

On the thin door that was too lazy to lock, only a shriveled dead snake dangled in distress.

Tom pursed his lips, and gently pushed open the door. The dust on the door instantly blackened his white palms. Tom showed a strong disgust expression. In fact, he already regretted coming to find his roots... If he leaves now, maybe You still have time.

He thought, but he was ashamed to think so. He is a descendant of Slytherin, and the Snake Ancestor never taught him to retreat when he was timid!

timid?

bah bah...

Tom frowned angrily, and almost kicked the door open. A descendant of Slytherin is never timid, even if he is facing a basilisk... Well, this analogy seems a little not good enough...

The boy who shimmered with his wand pursed his lips, and then he walked slowly into the house with his wand in hand, as if lighting his way with the fire of his heart.

──Even if the front is dark, he still firmly believes that it is bright.

-

The Gaunt house was indescribably filthier than any place Tom had ever seen.

The ceiling was full of dead cobwebs, and the floor was covered with dust. When Tom walked through the hallway, the old floor made a low-pitched moan.

Frowning tightly, Tom looked around with his second wand, and when he entered the room he saw moldy and rotting food on the table, among the scaled pots... this kind of place really Will someone live there?

Tom, who found another door, had a gloomy face, but this time he noticed a few gleams of light coming out of the crack of the door, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He pushed the door open, and saw a man who couldn't even be described as distressed. A man, if it is said that one’s appearance symbolizes the degree of success and status, this man is far from the top class—sloppy hair and beard even cover the eyes and mouth, and the ragged and worn clothes are already dirty and out of date. In his true colors, the man slumped on the armchair next to the candlelight, as if he was dead, boneless, the candlelight at his feet faltered on the dark lamp oil as it burned.

This kind of person is not even qualified to be a servant... Tom's heart sank a lot in an instant, but he still stepped forward without giving up a glimmer of hope. Noticed the man grabbed his wand and knife and looked up in an instant.

"you you! 』The man stood up staggeringly, kicking the bottle at his feet until it rattled.

It was a wine bottle, and the obviously drunk man rushed towards Tom drunkenly, holding his wand and knife aloft.

"stop. 』Tom ordered in snake language, and at the same time shot a red light and knocked the man down on the table. The old furniture made a groan like falling apart, and the moldy pots and dishes fell to the ground, making crackling noises. There was a crisp sound, but the man just stared at Tom with wide eyes. Tom couldn't find any familiarity in his eyes, only astonishment and resentment after thinking of something: "...you will say? 』

"Yes I will. 』Because the man began to use Parseltongue, Tom responded with the same language. Although he was sure that there was no one else when he came, he turned around and closed the door behind him... Is this person also a descendant of Slytherin?

no-

He can only speak Parseltongue because someone taught him, yes...it must be so!

Unconsciously comparing himself with Voldemort in his head, Tom refused to admit that such a person might be related to him by blood. He tried his best to keep his expression calm, but there was still a little bit of disappointment and disgust on his face, and then he glanced at the messy The man unconsciously imitated his guardian's voice and arrogantly dragged out: "...Tell me, where is Marvolo?" 』

He asked, the flame in his heart fluttering in anticipation, maybe this dirty man is just a servant, maybe this dirty man is just a loyal housekeeper... Tom lied to himself with ridiculous reasons that he couldn't believe, But the man's succinct answer cruelly cut the illusion: "Dead, died many years ago, didn't you?" 』

Tom frowned in despair: "Then who are you...?" 』

"I'm Morfin, right? ’ The man was triumphant, and the rhetorical questions that must be added at the end of every sentence made him look extremely stupid, and Tom’s heart seemed to turn cold: ‘Are you Marvolo’s son? 』

"Yes, I am Morfin, who else but me?" 』

-

The existence of Morfin made Tom feel as if he was struck by lightning. He never imagined that his background was like this──

A descendant of Slytherin, he was a descendant of Slytherin, which was still indisputable, but far from being as noble as Voldemort claimed, he was already fallen and stupid and annoying.

Tom impatiently listened to Morfin complaining that Merope (it seems to be his mother's name) was supposed to be his bride and that dirty Muggle abducted him, and there was nothing but disdain and hatred in his heart... Wait, Did this guy just mention "Muggles"?

"What did you just say?Say it again, fast! 』

Tom, who almost missed a certain keyword, widened his eyes, his dark pupils were full of surprise, disbelief and unconcealed panic. Before he was assigned to Slytherin, Tom had doubts because he was born in an orphanage. He may be a half-breed, but after being separated, this past panic has been regarded as self-deprecating talk——Slytherin only accepts pure blood, everyone knows this, and as a descendant of Slytherin His blood is naturally purer than anyone else...

Tom had always believed in this, but Morfin, who was showing a mouthful of dirty teeth and laughing loudly, subverted his belief. Tom couldn't help but stared at him in disgust: "Such a thing is absolutely impossible!"You must be lying to me! 』

He said in a firm tone, but he couldn't help taking a step back, and his complexion was as white as frost and snow because of his nervousness. Under the beating lights, he looked gloomy and menacing. Mofin hissed and laughed disdainfully upon seeing this : "Dirty bastard, you look exactly like that damn Muggle, how dare you say I lied to you?"The man who dumped that slut lives in Little Hangleton, go check it out!The road is long on your face, if you don’t know the road, just use your face to ask, hahahaha... what a good pass... giggle...』

Morfin bent down, ignored Tom, grabbed the metal wine bottle, and poured wine into his mouth. Tom was resented by his determined look. He stood there with a blank face for a long time, and finally retreated expressionlessly. They hurried towards Little Hangleton in silence.

There, Tom tasted a deeper shame and disappointment. It turned out that his blood relatives were like this...

-

Humbled.

Tom had long forgotten how he left the Muggle world.

In fact, he didn't know, maybe it was the hidden Portkey around his neck?

The sequelae of the teleportation made his whole body feel unwell. Tom stood by the bed, his scattered eyes gradually focused from hazy. He saw Voldemort, who was still sick before he left, reading a book on the bed in good spirits. The quiet and unchanging calm breath soothed Tom, and he found that he had the urge to cry instantly, that feeling was like a wronged child who went out and saw his parents... If it was him before, he would probably rush to hug Voldemort Bar?

But now Tom couldn't reach out his hand. Although he couldn't explain the reason, he really couldn't bother Voldemort like before, so he just stood silently by the side, standing there until Voldemort turned a page of the book in front of him.

"...Where did you go?" Voldemort asked, his voice was still cold and distant, he was a little out of breath due to his injury, but he didn't have the usual sternness in his ears.

"..." Tom didn't answer, he kicked off his shoes and socks and climbed onto the bed, lying on Voldemort's lap and said in a muffled voice, "Voldy...don't leave me..."

"I'm not a woman, save this kind of words to your girlfriend later." Voldemort stretched out his hand to pull out Tom Carrot, wanting to read a book, but the boy held on tightly, unable to exert his strength and was weak.The Dark Lord had no choice but to get annoyed: "You look like a resentful woman, stay away from me!"

"I don't want it!" Tom roared back sullenly, holding Voldemort tight even more, even buried his head between his legs to cover his face, "You are my father, my uncle, my brother, my uncle, So I will be very similar to you in the future, right?"

"...What are you crazy about? Get up!"

"When I say no, I don't!"

Voldemort struggled, and Tom, who felt uncomfortable, pressed the guardian directly on the bed. He looked at Voldemort's perfect handsome face, but his eyes did not have the fascination of the past, "I think I was so stupid before."

"As long as you know, get away from me." Voldemort agreed with Tom's opinion, but he couldn't push Tom. Tom looked at Voldemort's face, lowered his head slowly, and met Voldemort with a pleading look. Getting closer: "Now I don't want anyone else, I just want you, so don't die, okay?"

"...put away your anxiety, I wouldn't have died." Voldemort pushed Tom's chin with his hand, his expression was extremely impatient, but the movement of pushing was as light as a caress: "I don't remember myself I taught you like this, what happened to you?"

"Don't ask, okay?" Tom's tone was unprecedentedly weak, "Voldy, I like you, I love you, so tell me? What is the relationship between you and me? Why do we look so alike? Tell me I... do we have any other relatives?"

"Relative...?" Voldemort's eyes narrowed, the scorching magma dyed his eyes red, filling his eyes with anger, "Ruidou, tell me, who did you find?"

His tone was unprecedentedly severe and angry, but Tom, who was pressing on Voldemort, did not flinch, he blinked, and his handsome face similar to Voldemort was also full of anger: "Morfin Gaunt and old Tom Ridou, you What are you hiding from me?"

"I'm also a lowly half-breed, Mr. Voldemort, why didn't you tell me?"

Tom said these words almost with pleasure and questioning. He originally thought that Voldemort would be furious, or angry, ridiculed and sneered, but he didn't expect Voldemort's reaction to be like this... The blood on that face was completely Withdrew, his eyes lost their luster, and his disappointed expression was like that of a seriously ill patient who knew his own death date: "Is it still... like this?"

Voldemort muttered, Tom saw a wand pressed against his chin, and then a red light flashed before his eyes, and he didn't know anything.