Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

——Is this the kind of look Tom should show?

Staring at the little face that had turned from trust to astonishment and resentment, Voldemort thought indifferently, his chest throbbed faintly, but he felt empty after being released.

He touched his left chest, and his palm, which was frozen by the cold and lake water, could not touch a trace of heat. The speed of his heartbeat was so slow that it could only be described as wriggling. Although the chest cavity that wrapped the heart still rose and fell, it was as slow as elastic fatigue. These are just one of the prices for drinking the pure blood of unicorns in exchange for power.

Voldemort looked into Tom's dark eyes that looked like spots of paint, and was a little confused because of the color that was no longer pure... As a fanatic leader who started as a mass movement, Voldemort naturally had the ability to weave enough beautiful lies to make this innocent The child didn't know the truth, and willingly stepped into the prison with eyes full of trust, giving everything and even his life for his own rebirth.

He could keep this simple past life ignorant, which would be easy for both Tom and him, but why didn't he do it himself?

Voldemort didn't know why he told the truth.

said.

No longer concealing, but exposing the truth to the teenager with the most cruel and merciless words that are resented by others.

His purpose was to ridicule the boy's naive dependence on his caregiver, and he also wanted to vent the pressure in his heart, but after venting everything wantonly, for some reason, the depression in Voldemort's heart did not ease, but instead brewed and deepened into more acid Bitter wine flowed, and Voldemort turned his eyes away from Tom's dim and lifeless eyes, and roughly pulled Nagini out of Tom's sleeve.

The poor little female snake fell into a dreamless sleep due to the excessive cold. Voldemort opened the little female snake's tightly closed mouth, cut Tom's wrist with his fangs, and then put Tom on the ground after applying strange ointment. He lowered his eyes, forced himself to calm down the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and said slowly, "Sacrifice with a pure soul, flesh and blood, and return to dust..."

Following his voice, the thin ice under his feet shattered into ice flowers, and the frozen pool of snow melted and turned green, but the two of them did not fall into the water, but were lifted up and floated up. It began to vibrate outwards, and the black soil beside the pool, which was originally covered with a layer of frost, also spread a piece of spring-like green land.

"The ivy, the source of eternal green life, turns into a chain, pulling the connection..."

The verdant ivy that had originally bound Tom began to grow, stretching out branches from the boy's wrist to wrap around Voldemort's, Tom struggled in repulsion, but the soft green vines steadfastly held their wounds tight and snatched blood.

Yes.

seize.

Tom only felt that the incision on Voldemort's wrist was like a big greedy mouth, sucking and licking his fiery blood, and something other than body temperature.

He gritted his teeth, trying to engrave the person in front of him into his soul in the emptiness and fragility of being bitten by something in his body and mind. He could no longer hear what spell Voldemort was chanting.

The surging memory is like a wave, with the touch of the soul almost submerging Tom, he can only feel the turbulence that is almost suffocating, the fragmented pictures are like fragments, shooting into him, but also cutting him, at the moment of blurred consciousness, Tom seemed to see that summer day again in a trance.

The nine-year-old self was messing around on Voldemort's lap, beckoning the tall guardian to take care of him to accompany him, and the young man who was always bad-tempered and difficult to get close to was annoyed, but he still combed his hair with his fingers.

Combed Tom's hair.

Cold and soft fingers ran through the black hair and rubbed it gently.

If this is not love, what is there really?

Tom raised his face with difficulty, looked at Voldemort's ruby-like majestic and multi-faceted eyes, but inorganically reflecting his face, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

Weak and weak, slightly sneering.

...yes, love never existed.

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Voldemort's soul was being filled.

Fill up.

This action carried out with Tom's memory soul is not only a filling of regret, but also an assimilation attack of memory.

Frowning and clenching his teeth, his pale face began to secrete fine sweat, and his body was uncontrollable, shaking stiffly and trembling with the impact like a lone boat on the sea.

Thoughts full of personal emotions came into his head, throbbing Voldemort's thinking, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his body became cold, but that handsome face that was always calm and uninterested was tinged with ecstasy of satisfaction ...

Feel it, the soul has been connected.

The emptiness in the mysterious side of the past is slowly being filled, and the comfort that the lack is being gradually filled makes Voldemort both painful and happy. The contact between souls is like two liquids with different densities, which leak into each other, reconcile and then redistribute, he needs to do The only thing to do is to maximize this allocation.

Voldemort seems to have seen himself reigning in the wizarding world again. He is the king of course, ruling the wizards and the countless Muggles. Everyone bowed their heads in reverence to him, and the heads of the enemies rolled down at their feet. Paved the stairs to the throne, this time he really flew away from death, immortality, and immortality...but after that?

A question flashed indistinctly, and soaked thoughts permeated, Voldemort's expression flashed in astonishment, his burning eyes stared at Tom in disbelief, and he couldn't wave his hand down even though he held it up high.

This child is in pain. Although the exchange of souls is two-way, Voldemort is more willing to deprive him of it. With just one action, Voldemort can end Tom's pain and obtain double the magic power to fulfill his ambition. Then Why, did his hand that wanted to move stop?

A green knife of light hit Voldemort at this moment, severed his arm and the bond with Tom. Red, black and silvery blood mixed with the lake water, floating with it was a bird wearing a On the arm of the ring, Voldemort roared in pain, and turned his head angrily amidst the interrupted brain concussion. The massive bleeding from the incision of the aorta and the backlash of the spell made it difficult for him to concentrate, and his once peaceful soul became restless again. When he got up, before he could catch his breath, he instinctively plunged into the water and flashed another powerful spell that could kill him: "Deng...Dumbledore!?"

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Arriving at the last moment, the heroic Dumbledore made his debut.

The future leader of the White Wizard, whose hair and beard hadn't completely turned white, had a face sinking like water. He loosened the claws of the Buddha's Envoy and landed steadily. The wand in his hand was still aimed at Voldemort's vitals. It was extremely painful, "...you did such an evil thing to your adopted son, Voldemort...you have failed our trust in you."

--trust?Have you ever?

Although he wanted to retort like this, Voldemort could only sneer at his throbbing forehead and crazily bleeding left shoulder. He stared at the future headmaster with his temples and hair furious like a lion with a calm and calm expression, and curled his lips in a slight sneer. The provocative and arrogant look in Dumbledore's eyes made Dumbledore stupefied for a moment, the eyes were too similar...

The tingling sensation of the wand biting into the flesh in his hand brought Dumbledore back to his senses slowly, and then realized that he had grasped the wand almost into his palm. The phoenix shed pale and beautiful pearly tears, like fine stars slowly dripping down Tom's wrist and tightly closed lips.

The young man opened his eyes blankly, dazed and empty. Dumbledore then let go of the wand in his hand. He loosened it, then tightened it again. He helped Tom, who was a little limp, narrowed his blue eyes to regain his composure. Frowning at Voldemort, "Before sending you into Azkaban, can you tell me why you did such a thing, Lord, Mr. Voldemort."

"Reason?" Didn't stop Dumbledore and his happy little friend at all. Voldemort, who was half-soaked in the icy-cold pool, lowered his eyes. His slipped right hand had touched the wand that had slipped from his sleeve, but he didn't move rashly. Because the condition of the body has not recovered yet.

He just sneered, his eyes narrowed like snakes lightly glanced at Tom, he couldn't cover his mouth and coughed continuously, his flushed face showed a crazy smile, "I need a body! That's why I adopted him, other Is there anything else to explain?"

What responded to Voldemort was a furious blazing red light, and Voldemort, who was affected by the pool water, managed to dodge in embarrassment, but the robe on his chest was torn apart by the light beam, and the emerald green powder accompanied by the broken porcelain bottle fell onto the water.

Dumbledore, who was middle-aged but still in full bloom, looked coldly at the man in front of him who was embarrassed but still looked noble and arrogant. He glanced at Tom beside him from the corner of his eyes. The proud young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. , but the tight lips and the vague biting blood reaction still could not conceal the pain, Dumbledore hugged the boy's shoulder comfortingly, the boy did not dodge, the not broad shoulders trembled silently, "Enough! say no more!"

"I never loved you, not at all." To Tom's restraint, Voldemort only let out a dry and hissing laugh, and coughed and bent over again like a terminally ill, but there was no sarcasm in his mouth Reduced, "...a weakness that can't even bear the facts? I don't remember being...ahem...teaching you like this."

"You——" Responding to Voldemort was a blindingly hot emerald-red magic light. The boy whose lips were bleeding from his own bite stared at his caregiver, and opened his mouth like a piercing blow. The expression of grief, indignation and humiliation appeared on Tom's face. With an evil handsome face, the hatred in his eyes was so fierce that Dumbledore frowned. He quickly reached out and pressed Tom's wand, which was about to attack again, "Tom! Stop it! Do you want to kill him!"

"..." Tom looked up and glanced at his eyes, the dead silence and resentment in those eyes hit Dumbledore, and his body, which was much smaller than that of an adult, trembled unbearably, Dumbledore knew that the child was walking At the end of the road, if Tom is allowed to continue, Tom will be ruined.

Out of concern and love, he tried to press Tom's wand again, but this time Tom pointed the wand at him in an extreme way. The defense in his eyes and the hurt and sadness in his eyes were unimaginable, and his voice was hoarse and broken as if he was crying , full of mistrust and guard, "Even you want to stop me?"

- "Lian"...is that right?

Dumbledore relaxed slightly. He spread his palms out to show no hostility, and tried to approach Tom again, but Tom's stick shot a dim red light at him. Facing such an opponent who didn't listen and couldn't beat him, Dumbledore couldn't help it. Lido could only defend helplessly, "Tom! Calm down, venting violence won't solve the problem!"

For the furious Tom, such words certainly could not calm him down. Desperate for revenge, he intensified his attack like a storm. This has to be said to have helped Voldemort. Voldemort, who was under the torture curse, looked at him indifferently. The young man and Dumbledore, who looked embarrassed but was still mostly focused on him, patted the robe lightly.

The moment the silver snake brooch on his chest was turned from crooked to straight, he saw Dumbledore's angry expression. The strongest white wizard in the future directly knocked off Tom's wand, and then rushed towards Voldemort, but it was already too much. Late, because Pochi's teleportation has already started.

Violence flashed across Tom's eyes, he hissed like a wounded little snake, and roared angrily, "Damn it! Where do you want to hide! No matter where you are! I will take you Get it out!"

Although he was tortured by the evil curse and broke his hand, the still handsome young man's face was only a little paler, his lips curled up in a charming and charming posture, like a poppy flower, and the corners of his mouth curled up to outline a light smile that seemed to be there Gone, but the ridicule left behind is still there.

--oh?Do you have this ability?

"boom!"

The boy's fist viciously hit the nearby tree trunk till it was stained with blood. That angry movement and roar startled the birds in the forest. Dumbledore stared at Tom hesitantly, but Tom just stared angrily at the direction where Voldemort disappeared, until dizzy.

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end of volume two

Can anyone guess what's going on here?

ps: Why can’t the dividing line of playing card symbols be used...

ps2: I was not there when I posted 3000, so there will be a commemorative episode at 3333, you can post back and tell me what kind of episode you want to watch...except for h, now crack down, everyone understands long live the game of cultivating Tom