Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Raise a child.

This is definitely not easy for a man who is single and dedicated to being the devil.

Even if you are a well-known genius, even if you once ruled the magical world and became the person that no one dared to talk about, even if you successfully reproduced yourself and cut it into eight pieces... As a novice father, you still have black eyes , but fortunately, the time to be a caregiver does not need to be too long.

You just need to raise the kid for three years and drop him off at school, and then wait a few more years for him to graduate from school and mature physically and mentally into delicious fruit. Pretty easy, right?

Pretty easy... a yarn.

You, very dumbfounded and in disbelief, discovered that the yourself 50 years ago, Tom Ridou, turned out to be an idiot who lacked love enough to yell at your father, uncle, and uncle.

50 years is really not too long.

It was so long that I even forgot all these years.

A long time ago, when no one told you bedtime stories, there was a day when the gray room was separated from the window.

You who were trapped in the orphanage vaguely thought that one day a silly dad would find you.

Wait and wait, hope and hope, 50 years later you have already given up your mind and rushed to conquer the world, but you 50 years ago are still the same, guarding your dream until dawn.

It should be interesting to smash the illusory imagination, at least it is more practical justice than sweet honey, his son, your father, but why, you did it the other way around?

In turn, let Tom indulge in a false expectation.

In turn, let Tom enjoy countless things that should not belong to him in this era.

In turn, became the backbone of Tom's heart.

In turn, occupy that child, whether it's thoughts or love.

Yes, love.

...Stupid self 50 years ago, it was just a little favor from others, how could Tom be willing to take out a heart without reservation, and give it with trusting hands?

You couldn't help frowning and holding your forehead with such a headache, because you knew that if it wasn't for your repeated refusal, that naive Tom might have stripped off and crawled onto your bed, wanting to sleep with you.

Oh ─ ─ almost missed that always pestering goodnight kiss.

Thinking of this, your head twitches again. You can't imagine, really can't imagine, that the self 50 years ago will pester an old man for a kiss one day. The so-called love falls so easily, it's even so easy that a person falls from the sky. cake.

The pie that Merlin's grandma stepped on!

You are actually troubled by the increasingly intense love affair you showed 50 years ago, but fortunately the appearance of your old enemy rescued you 50 years later.

Albus.Dumbledore.

Even with countless noble and sanctimonious faces that disgust you, he who appears at this time is still your savior.

Wave your handkerchief to send away the headache kid who still wants to cling to you, your life is finally on the right track, and you head to the United States to open a new page.

──The old devil, right?

He lost to Dumbledore and you in the last life. Seeing his disdain in this life, you vowed to step on him again.

...the divider for the moon...

Time passed in such a hurry, page after page, the world in [-] ushered in a new year.

Many things happened in the year of the World War. The simplest one is that the United States has become a hidden weight in the war.

The ordnance resources that you secretly transported became the blood that helped the Confederate States to breathe, and the Confederate States that should have been beaten to the brink of defeat in history were supported.

The stalemate of the front increases the value of the weight, and any inclination may change the situation of the battle, and you, who have always been sharp-eyed, proposed a deal at this time, what you want, and both sides are fighting for it.

You like Grindelwald, at least more than that seemingly crazy old bee, but the proud old devil did not hesitate to reject the negotiation of you, a latecomer, without mercy or courtesy.

So everything went smoothly--

You helped Britain, you entered Hogwarts as a professor, and Grindelwald, the old devil you admired very much, stood on the opposite side of you.

The proud Deathly Hallows mark blooms on both sides of the front, lurking in the waters to plunder American supplies, and at the same time launching an offensive on the British battlefield. At this time, you step into the campus and return to the college you miss as a professor.

The Muggle world was never your home.

And you miss it day and night.

Not as an enemy, I just want to return to this true hometown where there are real similar existences.

A long time ago Dumbledore rejected you as headmaster, and this time, he and Armando.Standing together on both sides of the gate, Dippet couldn't help but smile to welcome you.

return.

"……I'm back. ’ You said quietly in your heart, and you caught a glimpse of the probing young man out of the corner of your eye, and smiled.

Even death can't stop you, you will get everything you want, forever.