Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Heart alert.

This feeling is not the first time.

Dumbledore stared at the rising silver smoke from the pipe, and covered his chest because of the sudden deep uneasiness... Didn't Ariana also have this ominous tremor of sudden constriction and frantic beating before the accident?

And when the DarkLord who had mastered America stepped into the campus...

Dumbledore's intuition has always been accurate, from Geliott to Lord Voldemort, he has never been distorted. He sensed that the danger was approaching, but he was at a loss. Feeling depressed, Dumbledore opened the window, but saw the Forbidden Forest in astonishment. A large number of dark clouds emerged above the sky, and the gray clouds obscured the sky, rolling slowly towards the hollow in the center like an inverted funnel—what is that?

The figure of Lord Voldemort flashed instinctively in his mind. It could only be that man who would create such a scene on the campus full of thousands of years of ancient magic protection, and only that man has the ability to do it, but what is the purpose of that man?

Dumbledore called his loyal, beautiful and enthusiastic phoenix partner, and grabbed those strong and fit claws. In Hogwarts Castle, where apparation is forbidden, flying is always the most convenient and fastest means.

…No matter what evil Lord Voldemort wants to do, he will stop it. Dumbledore only hopes that it will not be too late.

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Using his thumb to wipe away the greasy blood from the corner of his lips, Voldemort licked his fingertips as gracefully as tasting sweets. The numbness rising from the base of his tongue carried a strong smell of magical power. The slightly tingling and tingling feeling made him laugh at himself. Raise your thin lips... This method was used by the remnant soul who was defeated by the golden boy for the first time in the last world, but after coming to this world without the golden boy, he didn't think of it until the end when he claimed to be as smart as he was. Not to mention a sarcasm...

Voldemort stared at the narrow pool covered with thin ice in the Forbidden Forest. His past and present lives were lying on it as if sleeping, and his limbs were slowly entwined by the ivy that was still green in the winter.

Even with a face that is almost exactly the same as his own, the 15-year-old boy is still young, and when he is sleeping peacefully at this moment, he gives people the illusion that he is a few years younger. Voldemort's fiery red eyes flashed, and the deep eyes turned from bright to dark. Invading the boy's slender wrists and slender waist, and then pausing on Tom's face with closed eyes, the boy's skin was already fair, but now because of the coldness of the ice pool, it was more blue from the cold.

Tom's upturned lips in the past also lost their color, and he lay there silently, as quiet as a corpse.

Looking at the vulnerable and defenseless Tom in front of him, Voldemort didn't understand what was the complexity spreading from his heart at this moment.

… To be able to regain a healthy body, regain strength, and have a complete soul again, shouldn't it be joyful?

Then why didn't he make a move for a long time, and then struggled and hesitated before making a move?

He approached Tom unconsciously,

The steps were silent.

The fragile ice surface creaked finely because it could not bear the weight of an adult.

broken,

sink,

The biting pool water cooled the soft uppers, but Voldemort didn't care.

Voldemort, whose knees had sunk into the pool under the ice, just slowly bent over, stretched out his fingertips that were whiter and colder than snow, and lightly touched Tom's tender cheek.

There was almost no body temperature touched, but such a weak body temperature still stung Voldemort's fingers. Voldemort lowered his eyes and sighed slowly and deeply. He cut his wrist and slowly drained the dazzlingly bright red blood. It fell slowly on Tom's thin, pale lips.

--The blood of the unicorn can bring you back to life, but it comes at a price: you have to kill a pure, good being to keep yourself alive, and you only have half life, half from the unicorn blood touching your body The life of the mouth, which is only begun, and which will be damned forever...

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Boundless coldness poured from the limbs, and the cold feeling slowly spread towards the bone marrow like insect bites. In such a freezing temperature, the sound of the heartbeat may be the only freshness. Shen had a very chaotic dream, his limbs were extremely stiff and sluggish.

The picture in his mind was still on the flashing red light on the top of the chin stick. At that time, he wanted to dodge in shock, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Voldemort's frozen expression.

The experience before coma made Tom stare at Voldemort's indifferent red pupils until he lost consciousness, so when he opened his eyes, he was stunned by the enlarged handsome face he saw...

Has Voldy ever looked at him so closely while awake? Leaving aside the bloody fingertips on his lips, had he just been touched by Voldemort?

Just thinking of this, the wet lips seemed to be a little itchy, Tom licked the corners of his mouth thirsty, the wet tongue did not feel the tenderness he wanted, but only tasted fishy sweet, Tom was puzzled by the rust liquid, but what surprised him even more was the guardian's ecstasy.

The guardian, who has always been arrogant, indifferent and unapproachable, is staring at him with contradictory eyes that can be described as similar to any emotion, but hard to describe. Following his gaze, the soft and cold fingers are swimming gently like fish. Tom slid across his face, and the ice-like low temperature almost made the teenager tremble instinctively. He stared at the guardian's slightly drooping eyelids, trying to think of a word to sum it up.

hesitate?

complex?

It feels all right, and it feels wrong!

Annoyed, he couldn't help opening his mouth to hold the finger when it slid across his lips. He didn't expect success at first, but perhaps because of Voldemort's defenselessness, he did it unexpectedly easily. When Voldemort's fingertip was drawn into his mouth, Tom also subconsciously licked it, seeing the originally silly red eyes trembling their long eyelashes, and his eyes becoming sharply focused, he couldn't help but sigh, but Voldemort also retracted his hand like an electric shock, his eyes darkened. He glared at the ward with a cold expression.

The boundless flying snow dyed the velvety black hair with a thin frost, and the fiery red eyes changed from deep to calm and indifferent. Voldemort suddenly straightened his waist. This action made Tom, who was trapped and tied on the ice of the pool, feel helpless. He could raise his chin, but he also saw the glaring bloody wound on Voldemort's wrist. Thinking of the weird taste just now, Tom frowned instinctively, and shouted in astonishment and vague panic: "Voldy! What's going on? You Injured? Who hurt you?"

"...Don't you worry about yourself first?" The chuckle that appeared on Voldemort's lips looked very weird. He manipulated his wand, letting the ivy that acted as a shackle pull Tom up to kneel on the ice, He raised his chin with his wand mockingly, the effect of this action was very good, at least Tom immediately became angry because of this humiliating action, but while he was angry, he did not forget to scan around hurriedly. On the ice, a nine-pointed star with mysterious patterns is painted with silver-red animal blood.

Tom, who had been with Voldemort for a long time, could barely recognize words like "exchange", "price", and "soul". Dangerous vigilance spread wildly in his heart. He frowned and tried to see more clearly, but the drooping handsome His face was lifted up again by Voldemort's yew wand.

The soft voice close to a whisper is slow, and the speed of the speech almost gives the illusion of gentleness, and his Voldy eyes are like looking at a work of art: "I know you have many questions to ask, but I don't have much time for you. You wasted... three questions, this is the kindness I, DarkLord Voldemort, bestowed on you."

"..." Tom stared at Voldemort's incomparably strange gaze, he felt that he was not alive under this gaze, but just like other "something", which made him distracted thinking about what he just saw Whether the eyes were dreamy or unreal, maybe it was because of the strong sense of unreality... He was surprisingly not sad or angry, just stared at Voldemort's face after a daze, and murmured slowly, "What are you going to do?"

"..."

Voldemort fell into a long silence, frowning on his jade-like forehead, as if he was trying to organize his words, and then he answered briefly and rudely, without revealing any emotion at all: "...recovery."

When he answered, the blood on his wrist also dripped down his palm, the wound was hideous, the gush of blood fell from the air, and then shattered on the ice, more beautiful than flowers, but Voldemort was completely helpless. Feel like.

"Get back to health... how to do it?" Difficult to move his eyes away from the magnificent blood flower that almost occupied all his attention, Tom blinked slowly, his usual calmness and judgment seemed to be given to Nicaragua Falls at this time After being washed away, he seemed to be calm, but he murmured in confusion in his mind.

"...change to a healthy body, such as yours."