Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Stepping on the sand with bare feet, the white sand is warm and soft, and it is as soft as clouds when you step on it.

In a trance, Tom dreamed that he was standing by such a white and beautiful beach. He turned his head, and waved his hands to the young man under the umbrella who happily curled up his mouth. Voldy, who was lying under the umbrella and basking in the sun, took off his sunglasses, Staring at him helplessly and gently, his crimson eyes were unbelievably magnificent, then the young man opened his lips and murmured slowly, "I don't love you at all, how long are you going to make yourself miserable?"

The cold sea water flowed through the fingers, and the sand that was thought to be firmly stepped on was lost because of the sea waves, leaving only the bone-piercing coldness and hollowness on the soles of the feet.

discrete.

sag.

He couldn't catch it, just like the young man who turned away with a sneer in front of Tom's eyes.

Tom, who wanted to catch up, stepped forward and stretched out his hands to Voldemort, but his legs were dragged down by the sand, he could only stretch out his hands in panic, and shouted desperately: "No! Voldy! Don't go! Voldy !"

"──What are you crazy about?"

The man's indifferent voice was like a sharp knife breaking through the fog, and he easily brought Tom back to his senses. He blinked blankly and looked at the handsome young man in front of him. His eyes extended from his outstretched hand to Voldemort's holding it. The corner of his mouth slowly raised a crooked smile, he slowly broke free from Voldemort's palm, put his arms around the young man's shoulder instead, and kissed the young man forcefully, even if Voldemort showed an angry look in his eyes. Without stopping, he pushed the young man down on the bed even more excessively, "Voldy...I love you."

"...It's enough to say this kind of thing once." The young man whose lips were a little red and swollen from being abused frowned, his expression looked helpless but not angry, the gentle eyes similar to those in the dream made Tom's heart swell. Somewhere tightened, he wrinkled the shirt on his chest, the smile on his lips was shining, "..."

──What about you?

The words he wanted to ask almost swirled on his lips, but he never let it out. He just stared at Voldemort persistently and absent-mindedly, and then laughed like every time before.

"...What's wrong?" The young man raised his eyebrows as he moved his lips but did not make a sound. He stretched out his fingertips to wipe the residual sweat and cold sweat on Tom's cheek, and stared at Tom in puzzlement.

His heart seemed to be throbbing again, Tom shook his head vigorously, not looking into the man's deep eyes, he just slowly lowered his head and put his forehead against Voldemort's, and stretched out his hands to untie Voldemort's clothes, "It's okay, just ──I can’t help but want you again.”

"...Are you a perpetual motion machine? Get the hell out of here!"

The young man's instantly withdrawn hand and the fiery expression with veins made Tom happy. He couldn't help laughing and fell on the young man's shoulder, hugged Voldemort tightly, and deeply smelled the reassuring yet confusing potion on the young man. Fragrance, whispered hoarsely and unsteadily, "Voldy...I love you, I love you..."

──Tom always speaks love words to Voldemort, anytime, anywhere.

However, he never asked Voldemort whether he loved him or not, because that was false.

But so what if their current love is as fake as a sandcastle on a beach?

He just needs to block the obstructing sea water.

The wickedly handsome face evoked an angelic radiant smile with no darkness along with his thoughts. Tom once again occupied the young man's lips, confirming his possession with his skin.

Voldy...I love you, I love you...

So don't leave me.

...the divider for the moon...

What is the effect of the so-called love potion?

It was the most effective and powerful love potion in the wizarding world, but this potion could not create love, it could only bring a strong sense of obsession.

Obsession is both obsession and fascination.

Dementia, obsession, obsession, confusion, sincerity also confusion.

People who have taken the love potion will be deluded by the magic power of the drug, and will be intoxicated with thoughts that are contrary to the person they love, and appear to be submissive. So what about Voldemort who has taken the love potion?

Perhaps only those who have been hit can clearly explain how they feel after taking the medicine, but what Tom sees is a Voldemort that conforms to his ideals and even surpasses them, so perfect that it is unreal.

Tom was always chasing after Voldemort's footsteps, doing his best, otherwise he would be pulled further and further away, but this Voldemort would wait for him when he walked, and walk side by side.

Tom always wanted Voldemort to actually look at him, not at some distant place or somewhere unknown through him, but this Voldemort would be gazing at him, concerned, paying attention, even if Tom just frowned slightly Or move your lips to show a concerned expression.

This Voldemort would not be sneering or sarcastic. Regarding everything about Tom, even if Tom asked embarrassing questions, he would at most frown and not be angry at all—he would even smile to himself!

…Yes, everything is perfect, unreal beyond imagination, but why, for such a Voldemort, he only wants to destroy?

Sitting on the desk, he bowed his head and kissed the devil on the chair, sucking his tongue tenderly, but seeing Voldemort's unsteady breathing, blushing and panting, Tom's head was spinning crazily.

──Voldy, I love you

I really want... to possess him in the most painful way.

──Voldy, you are mine.

I really want to use the most embarrassing way to force him to admit his desire.

──Look at me, Voldy, I love you.

I really want him to cry, and then wantonly create pain on his body, asking for it again and again without stopping.

Tom knew that he had been paranoid and distorted, but he couldn't stop. While he was passionately in love with him, he couldn't help bitterly hating and complaining.

Why... this person can actually be so gentle?

──Why wouldn't he look at me if it wasn't because of the potion?

The thoughts in the head are like venom, flowing down the medulla oblongata and down the spine, accumulating in the heart bit by bit, and then causing pain like a needle prick.

Voldy, I love you.

Voldy, I hate you.

Love it and hate it.

Hate and love, my... Voldy

──Maybe love is like this, love each other deeply, but torment each other, the torment remains the same, just because love continues.

The author has something to say: the so-called love, some people work hard and some people get hurt

I'm lonely

Writing is a lonely persistence, walking on a rough road, constantly reciprocating

At the beginning, I started to write novels after reading novels and chasing novels, and I was cheated too much. Later, I started to cheat myself, and then I realized that writing novels is not easy.

Sitting in front of the computer and typing from seven o'clock to ten o'clock, the reader can finish reading the piecemeal three to four thousand words in two or three minutes, and then?There is no more, most people will choose to pat their butts and click the next chapter or close the page.

Is it difficult to leave some comments for the author, whether it is encouragement or criticism, or even the direction of the story or the idea of ​​the characters?

I am very sad and frustrated. In fact, this book has been stuck for four years. Although I have come back to write it now, I can’t make it on any list. The only thing that can motivate me is everyone’s comments and the persistence to finish the story. Otherwise, if I just open a new book to climb the rankings, the opinions and data I can see will definitely be more than continuing an old book, right?

What am I for?

The reason is that everyone tells me what you like.

When I first planned to come back, I clicked on the comment section received by the author. I was very guilty and touched when I saw that there were still people who continued to leave comments after four years of cheating.

Then I saw that someone in Bishui was looking for a recommendation, and I was very happy when I saw someone recommending my article below. It’s a pity that the corner of my mouth twitched, so I couldn’t help leaving a message to tell him, don’t worry, I won’t cheat later One after another, I met some readers who followed the article, some of them were very happy, and told me that even if I solved V, I couldn’t bear to delete it, but I was waiting for now.

Some told me that they fell in love with V University because of my articles.

Some told me that this is their favorite HP text

Some people even threw landmines and rockets at me, and wrote long comments telling me how much they liked this story. I actually remember every word you said. These gave me motivation and made me sit in front of the computer after work no matter how tired I am , Even if it is updated to two or three o'clock, food poisoning also wants to be updated, what is my picture?

The picture is only to be able to repay the readers and friends who have supported me.

However, I am still not satisfied.

I want to see more old faces and new faces.

I'd love to see more comments and comments.

I don't want to see only bubbling words on the sofa, and I don't want to see no one leave a message after the update.

After updating for several hours that day and no one left a message, I said to a very good, very cute friend, if I hadn’t read your message, I would have cheated and posted the ending of the newspaper.

I really think so... If no one wants to see it, then what am I working so hard for?

Friends who have always left messages to support me in the past, thank you for continuing to support me. The likes and dislikes you tell me have always been the direction of my progress, but now, I also want to ask other readers and friends, don’t bully me, let me I know what you guys are thinking, let me see your opinions or expectations for the story, okay?

Please, support me and give me strength so that I can finish this story and give them a happy ending.