Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The world he knew was shattered.

Because of a word from that person.

Voldemort said at the time: "I never loved you."

Tom couldn't forget the look in the man's eyes when he said this, because he was staring at it with bated breath. Breathing was difficult and even sour filled his upper eyes, the man still had a mocking sneer at the corners of his mouth, his handsome angelic face was as indifferent as a sculpture, and those ruby-like eyes were really as calm and indifferent as gems, even if Tom He stared at it seriously, but he couldn't reflect his own figure.

empty──

It was almost the first thought that came to Tom's mind, Tom felt like a big hole was opened in his chest, all the emotions that had been throbbing had been missed, and the only thing left was the tearing pain and the embers after burning.

He never knew that he was so fragile, he couldn't even force himself to yell and blame, he just stared blankly at Voldemort, and then, under Dumbledore's protection, he clenched his wand tightly, feeling boundless anger and sorrow attacked that person.

Cruciating...cut out the bones.

Whose heart was drilled, whose bone was gouged out?

Even watching that proud Voldemort suffer would never make him happy.

Even watching that weak Voldemort gasp would not please him.

He hated Voldemort, but still loved him damn well.

Tom stared deeply at Voldemort in the bone-piercing pool. His evil and handsome face was full of pain and shame, but it was deeply imprinted in the depths of his dark pupils. This man trampled on his pride and trust, but why did he want to ...

──By the way, isn't that the purpose from the beginning?

To subdue Voldemort, to overpower him, to stand beside him and replace him...

The wand in Tom's hand was flashing dangerously with his thoughts, but Dumbledore, who was always paying attention to him, immediately pushed down the tip of the wand. This action almost burst his chest with anger, and he stared at him in hatred. But the cunning caregiver turned Porch at this moment and disappeared in front of him and Dumbledore.

The corner of the mouth slightly raised.

The half-closed red eyes hooked a pleasant smile.

Even with sweat on his pale face, he was still handsome and majestic, making people yearn for it.

Voldemort just left, without any regrets, and seemed to smile at him before leaving.

He smiled victoriously.

The heart was obviously still beating, but now it felt like it was frozen. Tom touched his chest, only to feel that even the beating was painful with despair——was thrown away, right?

He stared blankly at the place where Voldemort disappeared, his vision was empty, until Dumbledore grabbed his shoulders and began to shake anxiously, Tom woke up from the endless pain and thoughts.

He raised his eyes slowly, his movements were calm and slow.

The old professor was staring at him with clear, concerned eyes, and said in a gentle and worried voice, "Tom... are you okay?"

──Is it okay?

Dumbledore's question seemed to be the magic that dispelled the curse. Tom blinked his eyes quietly from the puppet-like stillness, and then raised his head inch by inch. He smiled at Dumbledore, that smile was like a poppy flower, and the elegance and charm revealed made the heart beat, even Dumbledore, a middle-aged man with a heart, faintly missed a beat, "...I Very good, professor, never felt better."

"──Tom?" The unexpected reaction made Dumbledore even more worried. He stared worriedly at the boy's handsome face, but the boy just looked away casually and patted his sleeves unhurriedly. His movements were graceful and natural, but he turned a blind eye to the wound that had slowed down the bleeding, "I know that person's ambition and many secrets, Professor, would you like me to assist you?"

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback by what Tom had expected, and then an unexpected and delighted smile hung on the corner of his bearded mouth. He stared at the boy's indifference, and confirmed with a serious expression, "Tom, are you serious?" ?”

"Of course." Tom waved his wand, retracting Voldemort's half-floating arm in the pool, caressing the seal on that big hand with his lifeless fingertips. Meaning, "I'm going to grab that man, for my own benefit."

"...I'm glad you're willing to throw yourself into the arms of justice, but revenge will only bring pain and emptiness──"

Dumbledore looked at the young man's expression hesitant to speak. He lowered his eyebrows and sighed deeply, but his unfinished words were interrupted by the young man's smile, "No, professor, you don't understand."

He will not be empty because he will take everything that person wants.

Including status, including name, including...

His head was still filled with all kinds of information brought about by the fusion of souls. Tom rubbed his throbbing temples, and the way he pronounced words softly did not feel very similar to someone. Remember Grindelwald in Germany?"

Dumbledore looked at Tom in astonishment, but Tom just smiled, and the little female snake, who was tucked up in her sleeve, couldn't help shrinking her body and trembling even in hibernation.