Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

──Arbitrary promises, it seems, are not meaningless.

Voldemort, who put down the magic copybook, sighed contentedly. He was enjoying the time without being disturbed, because after he falsely promised Tom, the annoying kid hadn't bothered him for a long time, which gave him enough time to Think, and do your own thing.

But goodnight kiss...?

I can give that kind of thing as much as I want. Is it necessary to be so excited?

As expected, his young self is still too tender... If it was him, he would have asked for something more practical... Voldemort remembered Tom's repeated confirmation again, so the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly deepened, and it penetrated deeply into his eyes.

『──There should be no need for me to lie to you. 』

Because his own existence is inherently false, is it necessary to be true to what a dummy says? .

So a child is a child, although it is impossible for him to make an unbreakable vow with Tom because of such a trivial matter...

However, thinking of the oath, I remembered that I had already made the Styx oath with a certain god (see: Note [-])... Voldemort, staring at the page of the book, pursed his lips, no matter what the other party was plotting, at least within the scope of the contract It is believable.

Voldemort exchanged the ability to use the magic net with that god in exchange for doing something within the scope of the other party's ability (under the conditions of the law), although I don't know what the god only asked for this means, but The real name used by the other party when swearing does not seem to be the name of the God of Truth──

Not Ushiel in the records, but Adimarchus... You must use your real name when you make the Styx oath, so does this name mean that you have been deceived? .

No... It doesn't matter if the other party is not the God of Truth, she can give him what he wants, and that's enough...

Voldemort touched the black emblem under his collarbone and raised his lips in disdain. It was always the Dark Lord who imprinted people, so why did he ever think that this day would come?The great Lord Voldemort was not an animal to be printed, though Edemachus had said it was for the purpose of establishing a passage between them.

very unpleasant...

Voldemort lowered his brows and suppressed the flames in his eyes, but the fire in his heart did not go away, burning him, besides seeking knowledge, he also had ambitions - he wanted to stand on top of the sky, and then let everyone who dared to look down on him go to hell.

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Flipping over the magic he had copied from the book, Voldemort started to memorize it.

All magicians in ancient times had fixed spell slots, so choosing the spells they thought were useful and memorizing them was the most important job of a magician every day... Thinking of this, the corners of Voldemort's mouth twitched again.

Slytherin's legacy mentioned some magic, but although those spells were quite advanced, he still didn't meet the requirements for copying them with his ability. As a result, after sorting out the records for a long time, the only thing he could copy down was...

Voldemort looked at the pitiful few spells in his spellbook and sighed. Restoration, Flash, Mage Hand and others, probably the only ones that would be more useful to him were organ preservation and human charm... He suddenly had a crush on this I am a little disappointed in the field of knowledge. There is obviously a huge gap between this and the magic that caused the entire city to collapse in the records. If he wants to learn it without so much information, he might as well use the Imperious Curse to control the magic. It's faster for melon to grab the missile directly...

──The ancestor's research materials are mainly kept in the secret room of the school. It seems that he has to speed up his pace of returning to Hogwarts...

Voldemort sighed, but he still memorized a few spells including Charming Humans with the mentality of not wasting money, and at this moment, the hurried footsteps entered Voldemort's eardrums along with the noise of Lud and Nagini.

Who else can run freely in this big mansion? Voldemort put down the magic book and looked back impatiently, and saw Lud and Nagini on the neck entangled with each other at the door, and the annoying kid who hadn't seen him in the past month had already opened the door with a flushed face, and stood in a half-satisfied and half-excited tone. Going in front of him, he raised his head and shouted at Voldemort: "Voldy! Voldy! I've learned, I've learned!"

"Mr. Tom, just say it once, I'm pretty sure I'm hearing well... Well, what did you just say you learned?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows while keeping the noise of the two little pets out of the door, his slender eyebrows furrowed in doubt after correcting Tom's words, it seemed that the only thing he had agreed with the child, wasn't it...

"I said, I have learned advanced magic, and there are three of them!"

In order to increase the effect of persuasion, Tom stretched out his little hand and compared Voldemort with "three". Voldemort then frowned noncommittally: "Advanced spells are different from intermediate spells. What have you learned?"

"I learned Occlumency and Legilimens! Well, I learned Disapparate and..."

Tom took back half of what he said, but Voldemort didn't notice, he just relaxed his brows after weighing it up, and calmly sat down on the chair.

"Prove it to me."

He said that there is no emotion in the deep black eyes, there is nothing else but waiting, and what is revealed is indifference or indifference.

Tom froze for a moment, and the deep black of the same color slowly settled in his eyes. Then the smile faded from his face and he responded in a low voice, and his pink lips were also pursed stiffly.

"Disapparate..."

With the chanting of the spell, the boy's figure disappeared before Voldemort's eyes. Voldemort's eyes flashed with excitement that he didn't even realize, and he clenched the armrest tightly and waited for Tom to turn around.

ten years old...

I already have such control and magic power now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control when it gets too big, do I have to wait any longer...?

Voldemort began to fall into deep hesitation, because he didn't know if his magic power could grow after the soul was replaced by him. It was impossible in previous experience, but it was his body after all...

While he was thinking, Tom quickly turned around, and with a pale face and trembling lips, he stood in front of Voldemort without saying a word, so Voldemort put on a gentle smile and stroked his sweaty hair, which was rare. Gently comforting: "... I thought you could come back earlier, but... as far as beginners are concerned, your performance is not bad."

──But it's just okay, it's a bit too hasty to be a mature body, let's wait, for...that sweet moment...

Voldemort stroked Tom's black hair and smiled softly, but when his slender fingers crawled into Tom's hair like a comb, he suddenly activated Legilimency. Tom shook off Voldemort's muffled grunt, but Voldemort didn't stop, but added maliciously. Push hard until Tom's weak resistance hardens, and in the process Tom falls to his knees.

After everything was over, Voldemort looked down at Tom at his feet. Seeing the child's distress, he bent slightly, and then stared at his unwilling expression and said softly, "This...is called learning Occlumency, the way it was before. Unqualified..."

The child closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he shot a cold light at Voldemort. Voldemort easily defended against Tom's tentative detection, so he nodded in satisfaction.

"Although you didn't detect me, you've learned it, so..." Voldemort wanted to speak with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, but Tom turned his head, opened the door unexpectedly and rushed out, ignoring the door The call of two small pets.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at the direction Tom left, and smiled.

... Can he be regarded as giving up the gift automatically?

That being said, Voldemort was helpless for Tom who came running in like nothing to bother him in the middle of the night, but the helplessness was not the only thing that happened to him. He had a dream at night, and the dream meant... …

"Tom, the prize has been handed out." Voldemort, who hadn't had enough sleep, curled his lips helplessly, and squinted his eyes at the puzzled Tom, "You don't mind camping turning into a trip abroad...Let's go to Germany."

On the other hand, it is difficult to take children's opinions into consideration even if there are adult decisions...

The author has something to say:

PS: In fact, I originally wanted V to try to charm humans on TOM, but I don’t know why, so I attached the introduction of the Styx Oath Note [-]: Styx Oath

is a tradition dating back to before the existence of mortals.We don't know which god came up with this system first, nor who made it happen, nor how Styx implemented it (Styx didn't have this function before mortals existed) However, it is the strictest and most important oath that can be made to bind a god.

First of all, the oath taker must have the following conditions:

1. The swearer must have at least rank 1 or higher

2. The swearer is immortal and at least one of the believers is a RANK0 believer. Other unqualified guys cannot take the oath.If they're going to try, they won't be able to control their voices, they won't be able to say their vows.

God can use oaths in several ways; a simple promise, an oath to complete a task, assuring someone that he is telling the truth, or used in a clerical contract.As long as it is a matter of swearing to someone/thing, the Styx oath can participate in it.

If a god breaks the Styx oath, first of all he will be deprived of his divinity (he will not be immortal), and he will be transported to the fourth layer of Bator, Phlegethos (Phlegethos) Legendary punishment for baatezu's fiery abyss Imprisoned in China for 5000 years.The gods cannot save the oath-breaker.

If there's anything to celebrate (though not much), it's that none of the residents of Bartor knew that the Oathbreaker was here, and even the lords of the ninth floor knew about it, and they wouldn't do anything about it.Not even the great Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells.

No god would be foolish enough to break the oath; in fact, it could be counted on a single human hand about as many times as it has happened in history.

But remember.When you're dealing with gods or demons and you're afraid they'll kill you when it's done, ask them to swear to Styx!

This is what Sauron gave me

Thanks Soren