Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Slytherin's treasure.

This yearning noun can only be understood by seeing it with your own eyes, because the stock in this treasure house is really amazing.

bullion.

Not gold coins but gold nuggets.

The counting unit is not a piece but a mountain theory. Looking at the big gold nugget rolled down by the old goblin Del when he recited "One Hundred Golden Mountains" in a flat voice, Tom couldn't help feeling that everything in front of him was too unreal. Feel.

──These are all Voldemort's?

So much money can probably buy the whole of London...

Shocked by the astonishing wealth in front of him, Tom glanced at Voldemort. The calm side face that didn't even twitch his eyebrows made Tom feel that he was making a fuss too much. In other words, his unresponsive reaction was more like a mockery of Tom, so he Lowering his head, he kicked away the piece of gold that rolled to his feet in a sullen way.

The throbbing pain in his feet made Tom, who was looking down, twist his face. He squatted down and found that the big gold nugget was only crooked, and did not roll as far as he imagined.

──No wonder, after all, it is a precious metal with the size of a human head... Tom stared at the gold nugget in a daze. Voldemort's face was vaguely reflected in the distance.

He is short with black hair and black eyes.

An elegant Voldemort with black hair and black eyes and a slender figure.

Voldemort didn't care about those possessions at all.

But he was a little taken aback just because of this corner of the property.

Tom bit his lips as he looked at the back of the man who was still listening to the old goblin's property list with his hands behind his back.

...uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.

Perhaps the age gap and circumstances determine a person's background, but this is not a reason to convince Tom. He will not accept any possibility that he is not as good as others, and therefore he can't bear himself who fails to achieve his goals.

The previous support seemed to be a joke, and the toe that hurt from kicking the gold nugget twitched again.

Tom took a deep look at Voldemort, from bottom to top, no matter the angle or the heart.

Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort...

Like a king, people envy and admire people who want to surpass but have to admit defeat.

Tom tried to catch up, but it looked like he had a long time to go.

...the divider for the moon...

Salazar Slytherin's treasure trove was just as remembered.

The obsolete herbs that any potionist would yearn for and the precious materials that any craftsman dreamed of are piled up with magical protection, and there are countless ancient magic items hidden in the golden mountain, as well as other precious books filled with compartments...

In addition to magic books, Salazar Slytherin also collected many other books, contemporary, past, giants, elves, goblins, elves and other alien races, most of them have long been annihilated in the flames of war, The few surviving ones have been altered and corrected by the victors long ago... These books may be the only ones left in the world, at least their value cannot be measured by money. However, it is the most ordinary of these reserves, even if it is said to win by quantity, it still seems to occupy a place.

ancestors...

Voldemort sighed softly in his heart.

Salazar Slytherin's achievements are great, as can be seen from this part of the treasure.

And although he has far greater ambitions than Salazar Slytherin, he always loses his victory before he succeeds. Why?

Dumbledore's words before his death flashed into Voldemort's mind, abruptly, making Voldemort, who was watching the goblin count the treasure, stop thinking.

That's what he saw through Legilimency with his servants, and Dumbledore said this: "──Love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knew nothing about it, nothing about it. In fact, these things have a A power stronger than Voldemort, a power beyond any magic, but Voldemort has never grasped this fact..."

Love.

Dumbledore's favorite word.

That old lunatic not only likes it but always claims that "love" can conquer death, but "love" didn't stop him from falling off the tower like an old wax figure, just like "love" didn't stop Voldemort from returning to the land of [-] Same.

... Or maybe "love" caused the fact that he came?

Thinking of this, Voldemort raised his head, his high-pitched laughter vibrated his lung cavity along with his cough, causing the whole chest to be covered with hot pain.

If this is "love", how ridiculous and ironic is this thing?

He, Voldemort, doesn't need love, he just needs to be able to reach the end of the ending.

Voldemort, who was laughing wantonly, saw Tom squatting. From top to bottom, the eight-year-old thought he was not being noticed, and he was staring at him. The admiration and disobedience in his eyes made the smile on Voldemort's face deeper. The fragile trachea vaguely tightened again.

cough.

Hemoptysis.

It doesn't matter.

Not worth caring about.

Because there is another self in this world, and another body.

And this time he will be that person, writing history himself, recording the victory of the Dark Lord.

...the divider for the moon...