Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

wand.

pot.

After all that, what more does a wizard need?

The answer, of course, is - robes and cloaks!

Leaving Tom in a passable clothing store with everything that would look like a wizard, Voldemort told Tom that he was going to buy some herbs and then walked away, ignoring Tom's stunned expression.

... Voldy wouldn't just leave him here, would he?

Hmm... Probably not, if you want to throw him away, there is no need to throw him here...

Tom thought that even though he thought so, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. After all, no matter how much he had his own ideas, his thoughts were still easily limited by his age.

Tom couldn't help twisting on the bench, feeling nervous. At this time, the shopkeeper's chubby witch happened to put a long robe on him. She helped Tom straighten the clothes, and then bent over while making marks with magic. Adjusting the length of the robe at the waist, he smiled and said, "Honey, are you waiting for your father?"

Tom nodded, and then shook his head quickly. He didn't want to talk nonsense about whether he was his father or not because Voldemort hadn't admitted it yet.

The witch let out a good-natured giggle, and twisted Tom's face like a disobedient child. Tom looked up angrily, but saw the witch let the scissors and needles fly in the air and rubbed his face with both hands, saying: " Honesty is the virtue that a good boy should learn... My dear, I know from the details that your father cares about you very much. For a cute boy like you, I couldn't help but want to pinch you when I just measured your bust You, your father was very upset and stared at me at that time... But I don’t know his last name. I have made clothes for many people, but I have never seen someone with such aristocratic temperament. That gentleman is simply A born wizard, if I were 20 years younger, I might be crazy to pursue him..."

"..." Tom was a little unhappy when he heard that, not only because the woman's hand was still rubbing his face, but his natural forbearance prevented him from showing a disgusted expression immediately, and replaced it with a curious expression: "Like Voldemort? Are there very few people?"

"Voldemort? What a weird name, why have I never heard of any noble family who gave birth to such outstanding children? If it's convenient, can you tell me your family's surname?"

The fat witch asked curiously. Tom covered his cheeks with his hands, shook his head with his long eyelashes fluttering, and said, "Sorry, I don't know very well, but... ma'am, have you ever heard of the name Slytherin?"

"Oh, my child, you can learn this question when you learn the history of ancient magic, but now I can tell you something first..."

The fat witch pulled Tom back and pinched his face with both hands, and then giggled when Tom couldn't hold the smile on his face anymore: "I know that the so-called family blood line has many branches like branches...? Very good , then I can save you trouble... Slytherin is a very famous pure-blood family as early as BC, but the Muggle hunting wizards who were once noisy in the Middle Ages ruined the glory of this golden family. Most of them Members of the Muggles died in a surprise attack by the Muggles, and only Salazar Slytherin, who was still young at that time, survived..."

"And Salazar Slytherin is undoubtedly an astonishing genius. With the family's surviving classics, he obtained power beyond our imagination, and founded the best school in the UK and the wizarding world with three like-minded friends. ──Hogwarts, the four of them built that castle together by themselves, away from the prying eyes of Muggles, and at the same time kept the fire for our wizarding world to burn again."

"Because of the greatness of these four people, the four branches they founded are also named after them. Almost ninety percent of the wizards in Britain today graduated from Hogwarts──"

"What an astonishing achievement..." Tom's eyes lit up, which made his little face red and tender, and the fat witch couldn't help pinching his face lovingly: "Isn't it? I graduated from Hogwarts too... My dear, your robe is ready."

"Thank you...then have you ever heard of a wizard named Tom Radou?" Tom lowered his head and put his clothes into the bag, and asked in a casual tone, but he felt that his heartbeat actually accelerated.

"...Tom Ridou?" The fat witch repeated in a questioning tone, "I seem to have an impression..."

"real!?"

Tom's eyes widened, but then turned to blinking normally again. He was impatient to open his mouth to ask, but his chest was swollen like a blast, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked in the trachea. The well-organized thoughts are like a mess, and only a few meaningless words emerge.

"Honey?" The fat witch looked at him curiously, but quickly turned her head away—because this small shop has customers again.

A tall, thin girl with curly black hair and square glasses pushed open the door lightly. Her steps were brisk, but her facial expression made people feel that this person had a serious personality, and she followed after a few steps away. The girl also stepped into the door, and there was the familiar figure of Voldemort.

Tom saw Voldemort, so he shut his mouth too, because Tom still remembered that Voldemort didn't like him mentioning about Tom.Ruidou anything.

And he found that after seeing Voldemort, he seemed less eager to know.

He nodded silently at Voldemort, then stepped aside with his clothes in his arms and watched him pay for himself.

Tom... Radou.

Everyone said it was his father's man.

He has been looking for it too.

If Voldemort really wasn't his father, and if he really got his father's whereabouts, what would he do?

Tom's head, which had been active, froze.

If... He just said if, if Tom.If Ruidou really wasn't Voldemort and he was found by him...then he should run over and blame that person for not coming to him?Throwing into that person's arms and weeping bitterly?Or ask that person if he has never known his existence and ask him for a lot of compensation?

Um?Why is it so hard to imagine...

He actually thought about those images before he met Voldemort, but after meeting Voldemort, the people Tom imagined were all replaced by Voldemort's face.

It was a little hard for Tom to imagine anyone better than Voldemort, because Voldemort was already so much more perfect than his barren imagination - except for one thing.

Tom looked at Voldemort's slightly coughing body and pale face, tentatively stretched out his hand, and pulled Voldemort's. He felt that Voldemort's hand was very soft, but it was icy cold without any body temperature.

──Voldy... How great would it be if you were really my father?Because then I don't have to worry so much...