Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The quiet mountain top is lush.

The green leaves in the forest are bathed in the morning light, stretching their bodies with every ray of sunlight.

Good birds are singing on the branches, colorful butterflies are fluttering on the grass, and on a slope behind the mountain, several farmers are working hard. This is a piece of paradise, but only for this moment.

The sky -- it's getting dark.

Dark clouds covered the original brightness, deep cumulus clouds accompanied by faint thunder, the sky lost its light, the arrogant strong wind bent the trees, the birds stopped singing early, and the thunder and lightning raging in the sky became even more arrogant a moment later. Swooping down, all the trees that passed by were instantly bright red.

It wasn't that the trees gushed out blood, but they were ignited with eye-catching flames. The scorching steam that looked like mist permeated the coke, and then burned every place it flowed into scorched earth.

……Forest fire?What a weird dream, Voldemort, whose viewpoint was floating in the air, zoomed in boredly, but he soon realized that things were not that simple.

Not that simple, because what he saw was not a forest fire, but an end of the world.

The top of the mountain that had been covered with vegetation burst, black smoke rose up, and the broken rocks spewed out with countless red liquids. It was the blood that sank in the ground, and the people living on the ground gave it a A unique name──"magma".

The substance most associated with volcanic eruptions.

The scorching magma is like a bridge communicating with the sky. Long lines of vermilion rush and fly in front of your eyes, and then scatter all over the sky like rain. After falling, the slurry flows down in a cobweb-like line, spreads over the soles of your feet, and accumulates at a speed visible to the naked eye And cover all objects within the range.

It was just the closest mountain to Voldemort, but now Voldemort looked up, the whole land he could see was scorched black, and the sky, which was frequently splashed with magma, also rained fire inexplicably.

The earth was wailing, life was dying, and at this moment Voldemort felt his body being moved uncontrollably, flying towards the crater that erupted first.

He flew into the sky, and saw a piece of stone slab wrapped in a blue light curtain in the rolling magma. It was a piece of stone that looked heavy and simple, and angels were coherently outlined with gorgeous golden strokes on it... The holy thing is The only thing anyone thought when they saw it, even Voldemort, was that he moved closer, but the slab trembled in shock, then disappeared as the lava flew into the sky.

"Voldemort...Lord Voldemort..."

A voice that seemed to have been heard somewhere called Voldemort. Voldemort hesitated at first, and then quickly remembered that the voice belonged to Edemachus who had made a pact with Voldemort before. Edemachus said so in a soft and somewhat neutral voice. ──

"That is my lost artifact, please bring it to my church, and I will tell you where my church is after you find it. 』

"...Is this what you want me to do?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, the world is so big, how would he find that place?Not to mention that the stone slab has already flown to other places. Is this what Edemachus called "what he can do"?

"My artifact is instinctively attracted by negative emotions. Places full of wars, deaths, injuries, and sorrows are easy to attract it to absorb. Therefore, you should search for places where national wars once broke out. The artifact's The characteristic is that it will bring absolute success to the holder at the beginning...』

After Edemachus finished speaking, the whole picture was still and then shattered. Voldemort got up from the bed and touched his cold forehead, heaved a pale face...

Had the same dream again... like the day before departure...

Want him to find the lost artifact?This great god can really have problems... However, the characteristic that Edemachus blurted out reminded him of a country──

Germany.

Where WW[-] and WW[-] both played an important role, that country always gained a great advantage at the beginning, but at the end they always lost their pride under the siege of multinational coalition forces , Edmachus said that his artifact would appear in a place full of wars, so could it be in Germany?

Voldemort's gaze deepened...Germany...[-]...I remember that Dumbledore and Grindelwald also had a contest in World War II, so what should he do before World War II started?

He thought... Even if he has not yet established his power, the Dark Lord can do a lot, such as secretly observing, finding artifacts, and having a cordial and friendly meeting with the old devil who was killed by him in Azkaban in his previous life ...

──As for the baby?

hell!That shit has never been in his consideration!He wanted to take Tom abroad just by the way, because if you don't look at him, who knows what the kid will do... Voldemort, who walked out of the cabin, cursed softly, when he saw Tom lying on the railing watching the sea without sleeping at night , his mood worsened.

Voldemort walked over, condescending, and the kid's attitude of not looking up made him a little displeased, "Tom Ridou... a good boy should not appear on the deck during bedtime."

"..."

"Tom?" Voldemort called out again, and Tom's mouth moved while looking at the sea. After Voldemort approached, he heard Tom saying that he was not a child. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows in amusement, "So, It seems that a mature gentleman should not appear on deck at this time, right?"

Tom turned his head and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was trying to hold back a smile, but in the end he just said in a sullen tone, "...Mr. Voldemort, don't you think you should say this to yourself?"

"Of course not."

Voldemort sat down next to Tom at ease. During the Legilimency the day before yesterday, he already knew what was going on in Tom's head, so the distance from Tom was not so far away. After all, Voldemort is not a hope that everyone is afraid of. Hate his pervert.

If Tom wants to treat himself as a father, then let him be. Voldemort will play the role of father conditionally...before he takes the fruits.

──Love is indeed the same impetus as hate... Voldemort raised his lips, he was told by Dumbledore that he didn't understand love, he really wanted to know, how would Tom, who understands love, lose to him in the future?

Yes, Lord Voldemort still doesn't understand love, but that doesn't stop him from taking advantage of it... So he looked at Tom and showed a friendly smile: "I'm an adult, and I have the ability to be responsible for all my actions... But Tom, why are you Are you going to run out at this time?"

Tom's eyes were a little confused, as if he couldn't understand the change in Voldemort. He stared at Voldemort's eyes for a long time before turning his head, still staring at the sea and whispering: "...I just want to see the sea, Voldy...why would you Want to take me abroad to play?"

"Isn't it good to go abroad?" Voldemort asked rhetorically, and shrugged his shoulders after seeing Tom's unrelenting gaze: "Because camping is too petty, anyway, I just happen to be going to Germany for business, so I don't mind leaving you in China." rest assured."

"...It turned out to be by the way..." Tom pursed his lips, his dark pupils looked dim under the unclear lighting on the boat, and even his voice seemed to be floating on the waves.

"Voldy...will you be disappointed in me?"

he asked, and Voldemort just smiled and patted Tom on the head: "No." Because he never expected it, but...

Voldemort also stood on the flat ground between the deck and the railing, right next to Tom. The sea breeze blew his long forehead hair into a mess. He narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and smiled softly at Tom who was watching him: " I will only be disappointed in you if you lose confidence in yourself, because I like people who work hard.”

"Um!"

Tom's eyes lit up, and after looking into Voldemort's eyes, he pointed to Voldemort's back with his face illuminated by the twilight, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Voldy, the sun is rising."

He said, and Voldemort looked back with a similar smile on his face.

The eye-catching sphere slowly emerges from the sea level, with a myriad of rays of light, and then in an instant, it illuminates the clouds in the sky and the sea where it meets, shining golden, and the light spots on the blue sea waves are faint and shining. Better than any adjective that comes to mind.

Tom looked at the scene in front of him, his immature face flushed slightly, and he didn't know whether it was from being illuminated or excited, while Voldemort, who was dazzled by the sun, narrowed his eyes slightly.

...Yes, work hard towards the established goal, no matter whether the end point is disappearance or death, Voldemort likes people who work hard for him, very much.

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There is still some distance between Britain and Germany. After eight days of boat travel, Voldemort and Tom arrived at the goal. Guided by the wizard's road sign, they came to the campsite of the German wizard.

Germans love to travel. Whether they are wizards or Muggles, they are rigorous in nature and unambiguous in entertainment. It is very convenient to rent or buy many things.

Although Voldemort didn't want to share things with others, so he chose to buy them all, but Voldemort only spent a dozen Galleons to buy the entire set of camping equipment, including magic fireworks, magic fishing rods, binoculars and an enchanted The magic will automatically stand up and keep the tent warm and dehumidified. In addition to these, of course there is a full set of food and a smokeless grill. As for the magic fire, the campsite will provide it for free as long as you pay a fee.

After the purchase was over, because of Voldemort's generous spending, the store owner gave away a not-so-secret news for free. He mysteriously congratulated Voldemort on the right time, because this year's Quidditch World Cup was held in Germany.

Voldemort wasn't interested in this ridiculous sport of flying around at first, but after a second thought, the plan to watch the game was put on his agenda.

Tom has never seen a regular Quidditch, and as for the famous German old devil Grindelwald... It is mentioned in the biography in the library that he loves Quidditch very much, although the chances of Grindelwald watching the game openly are not High, but since he is a Quidditch fanatic and his location is in Germany, there is definitely a possibility of him appearing... And what about after finding him?

An enemy's enemy is a friend, and Voldemort himself has a lot to offer him, and of course, he will get it back with interest.

Thinking of the haggard face of that man when he died in Azkaban, regret flashed in Voldemort's eyes. What he killed at that time was just an old man begging for death, and death was worthless, but now the German Dark Lord is in his heyday , What will his strength be like?

The strong are always lonely, in the previous era that person was still famous even though he was in decline, but in this era Voldemort is very happy to compete, even if it is as a challenger.

The Reaper's Relic and the Elder Wand, sounds like a nice prize, right?

Voldemort unconsciously licked his lips and smiled, excited.