Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Tom has been dreaming lately.

Long and short, broken and messy dreams.

From the past memories that were transmitted, Tom knew that this was a phenomenon of soul connection. Ever since the ceremony, he and Voldemort... he and that person often had such a resonance.

The connection of thoughts seems to be accidental. Sometimes when he thinks about that person, some mindless pictures and dialogues will crash into Tom's mind. One special time he saw Grindelwald and Germany Tom, who did not know the authenticity of the place where the wizards might attack, did not tell Dumbledore of his discovery, but the result was just as Tom saw, the other party sent troops to attack the stronghold, no matter the location, strategic target or personnel.

──Was it Voldemort's intention or inadvertently?

Can he... Can he see his own thoughts again?

Thinking about that thoughtful person, Tom, who is about to enter the sixth grade, lowered his eyes, thoughtfully biting the phoenix quill pen he gave Voldemort back then, the blue-purple ink dripped onto the white paper with the carelessness of the person involved. His face spread, and seeing the scope of the pollution slowly expand, Tom narrowed his long eyelashes, and a wicked and playful smile slowly climbed up his handsome face. He took out a thick hardcover potions book from under the bed, and moved Leisurely and naturally opened the book, and then took out a black leather booklet with the word "secret" written on it from the hollowed-out pages.

Large and small photos were pasted scattered on the pages of the book, all of them were Voldemort's figure without exception, but unlike the photos of the wizarding world, these photos were still.

──Of course, Muggle photos.

He moved his hands to transfer those photos, and the handsome guardian became a nude photo. Tom looked at those tall and fit bodies with Voldemort's head. The facial expression and the skin after being whipped originally just wanted to provoke people, but they reacted inexplicably.

Deeply sinking himself into the spacious bath in the Slytherin prefect's room, Tom, who was hot all over, closed his eyes tightly, until he felt a little stuffy for breathing, and then he floated his head out, floating on the surface of the pool and staring at it in a daze serpentine mural.

The person who is ruthless, only needs himself, and is ignored by no one...

I really want to... let that person always have a different expression on his calm and elegant face... I want that person to cry and beg...his...Voldy...

...the divider for the moon...

"...Damn it!" On the far side of the ocean, Voldemort, who was propping his cheek with one hand and narrowing his eyes casually, was stunned at first, then his expression became stiff and livid. He slowly sat up straight, his face looked gloomy and terrifying, but more What caught the eye was the rare dark red on the earlobe. Grindelwald, who was discussing matters with his supporters beside the seat, frowned. Looking at those blue eyes as vast as the sky and as deep as the ocean, he slowly approached, "Voldemort, what's wrong with you? Why are your ears suddenly red?"

"...Nothing." He stared at Grindelwald irritably, that expression full of curiosity made Voldemort frown tightly, and he frowned a little darkly, staring at Grindelwald's suspicious face with displeasure The corner of his mouth twitched, "Speaking of which, my injury has healed, and it's almost time to say goodbye to you."

"──Huh? Do you think I will let you go back, and then continue to sit in the United States and wait for me and Albus to fight each other?" The old German devil raised his mouth and tilted his head jokingly, his golden hair then As he tilted his head and scattered half of Grindelwald's shoulders, long hair has always been easy to give people a feeling of weakness, but for Grindelwald, who is extremely arrogant and arrogant, it will only highlight his characteristics, calmness The heroic face is even more sacred because of the brilliant long hair, coupled with the tilted head that doesn't understand... This is malicious and cute, absolutely!But the cold-hearted Voldemort had no intention of following the old devil's tricks.

He just frowned calmly, leaned back and opened some distance between him and the old devil king, his magnificent red eyes were still calm and unwavering, as cold as ice like a snow puppet, "...this is what you said to your collaborator. Attitude?"

"Collaborator? I'm a prisoner." Grindelwald's eyes widened slightly because of Voldemort's question, and then the corners of his mouth lightly lifted, his thin lips curled up to reveal a mocking and mocking smile, "You think I don't know my wand Where to go? Voldemort, you should have known from the moment you fell into my hands that there are only two choices left for you."

"To be used by you or to die?" Voldemort looked at Grindelwald and sneered, but Grindelwald just curled up his lips, smiling holy like an angel, but his deep blue eyes were filled with the cruelty of a devil, burning with green flames Slowly pressed his fingertips on Voldemort's chest, "How could it be?"

"I still admire you a lot, so even if you disobey me, I won't kill you." He said, his broad and thick palms pressed Voldemort's left chest while speaking, and the power of magic allowed Grindelwald to touch across his chest muscles Touching the beating heart, feeling the tremor under the icy skin, Grindelwald paused slightly with his fingertips, lowered his eyes to cover the color in his eyes, and murmured slowly, his voice seemed relaxed and freehand, but it was full of emotions from the bottom of his heart. With cruel indifference, "I will only... take away your magic power, so that you can live in peace and freedom as a Muggle."

"..." Voldemort's seemingly calm face became stiff for the first time, he raised his red eyes that were faintly shining with anger, looked up into Grindelwald's sky blue eyes, and murmured calmly, "... ...so I have other options?"

"If you want the right to choose, you have to be qualified. Can you show such value now?" Grindelwald stared at Voldemort's pupils hiding his anger with a half-smile, condescending, and the condescending look in his eyes made everything under control. Voldemort took a breath, "I can."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in surprise because of the young man's gloomy and affirmative tone, and signaled him to continue with his eyes. Such a careless attitude made Voldemort's anger well up again. He silently stared at Grindelwald, although he was no longer Need to cough because of the weak body, but still feel a little itchy in the trachea, "...I can make people immortal, and even... immortal."

"Oh."

The young man who was as handsome as an angel still had a cold attitude, his tone seemed to be not interested at all, and he was lazy even to raise the end of a question, remembering the rumors about him and Dumbledore 50 years later, Voldemort gritted his teeth and frowned, "──I also Can bring the dead back to life.”

"...I'm interested in this." The fingertips holding Voldemort's chest slowly pulled away after leaving a mark, and replaced them with a forceful suppression that almost crushed his shoulders. Grindelwald's expression seemed careless, but suddenly brightened. The raised pupils made Voldemort's eyes darken. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and the expression on Jun's face regained his confidence.

"Then... let's make a deal."