Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Chapter 10 not knowing...

"This is really surprising──"

Ollivander's glasses, which had retracted the measuring tape, almost slipped off, and he pushed them in shock, but his curious eyes kept probing back and forth between Voldemort and Tom. The probing eyes made Tom feel bad, So he hugged Voldemort's arm and gave Ollivander a hard look.

Voldemort frowned. He wanted to withdraw his hand but Tom hugged him too tightly, so he just pulled Tom behind his back and said to Ollivander, "Is there something wrong? Mr. Ollivander..."

"No... Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the similarity between you and your relatives is astonishing. According to the data I measured, he might be able to use your wand. You know, it's difficult for parents and children to match up so well... "

"Oh, is that so?" Voldemor lowered his head and glared at Tom, because after hearing Ollivander's words, the kid actually wanted to touch his wand secretly. If he hadn't stuck the wand in If the narrow grid attached to the belt...

──Merlin's beard!Tom, what do you think your hand is touching?

Voldemort almost had to bear the blushing so that he would not give Tom Avada Kedavra or Cruciatus, no one could touch the Dark Lord like this, especially if it was his waist, didn't he know the greatness of Lord Voldemort?

...Although no one really knows in this day and age...Stop!Don't reach out again!

Voldemort grabbed Tom's hand under the cloak, exerted a little force, and suppressed the gnashing of teeth in his heart. The boy seemed to be less in awe of him, which was not a good thing.

He stared at Tom blankly until the smile faded from those dark eyes, then he snorted and let go of Tom's hand like throwing away a piece of trash.

"Mr. Ruidou, I think you need to be polite to your caretaker."

Voldemort said this in a cold tone, "...Because if you don't know yourself, I believe St. John's Orphanage will have to read you back with regret."

Tom's face was flushed red at first, then turned pale, and finally turned into a dim face with his head lowered and covered by his hair. The child in front of Voldemort lowered his head, he pursed his lips tightly, and clenched his fists tightly by his side , after a long time, he opened his mouth and said slowly, "...I'm sorry, Voldy."

──Very well, obediently obey.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction. What he wanted was not an apology, but Tom's obedience. Since he had achieved his goal, he didn't intend to make more troubles, so he readily asked Ollivander to move his wand out.

He saw that Tom's clenched hands were trembling, but so what?He, Lord Voldemort, never cared what other people thought, unless...

He walked towards Tom and took Tom's hand, gently opened his fist from his fingertips, then gently took out the medicine bottle from Slytherin's bag, and spread a thin layer on Tom's hand The four half-moon-shaped imprints on the white palm quickly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then Voldemort raised his head, and calmly said to Tom, who had a somewhat dazed expression: "You must take good care of your personal hygiene, nails are too long It's easy to hurt yourself."

"...Voldy?"

Tom's expression was a bit weird, and he didn't know whether to describe it as stunned or puzzled... Voldemort didn't bother with adjectives on this point, he just lowered his head, got up after reconfirming that Tom's hand injury was gone, and motioned for Ollie Vander could continue to let Tom choose his wand.

Ollivander then handed over wands one by one.

Wand after wand was tried by Tom, and Voldemort walked away, as if he didn't care what he picked.

He didn't care... because Voldemort could tolerate any behavior from Tom that didn't offend him, but only if Tom didn't harm the body that belonged to him.

...the divider for the moon...

Standing on the chair, Tom stared at his palm with confused eyes. Although the wound had disappeared, there was still a faint unreconciled pain in his numb palm.

──Warning about your own touch.

──But gently help him with the medicine.

What the hell was that man thinking?

He should apply the medicine because he cares about himself. Tom clenched his fist, feeling the pain that had faded away, but he immediately remembered that Voldemort always showed aversion to his closeness, and even threatened to send him away just now. go back……

Voldy, what on earth are you thinking?

...don't understand, he really doesn't understand.

The doubt in his heart made Tom couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of Voldemort. He only waved his arm mechanically for the wand that Ollivander gave him, but his turning back was always stopped by the stooped old man, and finally When Ollivander finally announced that he was going to take out his treasures and climbed up Box Mountain to search the warehouse, Tom took the opportunity to turn around.

Not seeing anyone right away made Tom feel flustered about being abandoned, but when he looked around the room, he found Voldemort leaning against the corner by the wall, looking sideways out of the window with his hands crossed on his chest.

The flickering lights twisted and cast changing light and shadows on Voldemort's fair face.

The crack in the wooden door made Voldemort's cloak flutter, but the man who had never moved seemed so stable.

──Wait.

He is waiting for himself...

Tom couldn't say what it was that felt in his heart at that moment, but he was relieved.

Accepting Ollivander's almost endless wand choices with peace of mind, he took a wand away with a high-pitched exclamation.

Eleven inches of holly, beautiful, soft and flexible, and from the same phoenix feathers as Voldemort's.

──The holly of the evergreen plant symbolizes death and rebirth, which is also very similar to Voldemort's... Then, can he be recognized by that person who is so similar to Voldemort?

Admit that they are like father and son.

Acknowledge that they are like family.

Acknowledge that they are existences that can speak equally, and then give him the treatment he deserves...

Tom gripped his holly wand and shook his head—no, it should be the other way around!

──It was him who had to become good enough to do this to Voldemort reluctantly.

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