Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

"Slytherin──"

The high-pitched voice was deafening, and the sparse applause came from the long table after the sorting hat was announced out of the college. Tom, who took off the broken hat, turned his head calmly. The students who were not very enthusiastic and Dumbledore, who was full of disappointment, suddenly became depressed.

boring.

Not just bored but also depressed and even disgusted, hey...is this the school?

A group of stupid people and a group of more stupid people, the ancestor Salazar.How could the place Slytherin built look like this? And why did Voldy insist on sending him here...

When thinking of Voldemort, Tom touched his forehead in bewilderment. It was the place where Voldemort had lightly put his lips on it. Although the temperature had disappeared by then, the feeling of heartbeat still seemed to be there. After Voldemort kissed, Still looking at himself, what did he want to say at that time...?

Voldemort's black eyes filled with complex emotions seemed to appear in front of Tom again. From before to now, when that person saw him, there would always be such confusion in his eyes, like joy and bewilderment, maybe It is also mixed with rejection and wandering...

...Yes, just like a diamond, although it is still the same jewel, it will have a different appearance from different angles...

──How can there be so much emotion in one person's eyes?

Tom didn't know, although Voldemort would forcefully distance himself or be cold and distant from him whenever this look appeared, Tom was still deeply fascinated by it.

He likes... that kind of eyes that look like they are struggling to find a way out in the fog, although he doesn't really understand why...

Voldemort couldn't get too close to him for some reason, Tom knew it, and he also knew that Voldemort didn't really want to have anything to do with him, after all, when a person is stiff even in physical contact, how can one expect that person to like him you?

So when Voldemort leaned forward and said his undisturbed farewell, Tom's heart was filled with surprise.

Surprised, my mind went blank, the warmth in my chest gradually spread with joy, and then my heart beat like a drum...

So from boarding the train to watching Voldemort watching his figure disappear at the station, Tom had a smirk on his face all the time, unconscious and dazed.

... Voldemort, who didn't even want to pull, touch, or hug him, took the initiative to kiss him. Then, can he be a little bit convinced that Voldemort actually values ​​him in his heart?

Although it was just a kiss on the forehead... But Tom didn't expect anything else, he just regretted that Voldemort didn't give him a warm hug──

Nagini, who was coiled on her wrist, slapped her tail and hissed and tongued out to bring Tom back to consciousness. Tom, who had woken up, walked towards the long table. The eyes of the students on the way were close to examine, but Tom just waited indifferently.

Even more contemptuous looks, he had seen a lot in the orphanage, and now these are just non-hostile and aggressive observations, which are really nothing to Tom.

It's just a peek, it's really nothing, because he will face more and more eyes in the future, from the angle of looking up...

Tom, who was walking towards Slytherin, showed a perfect appearance, except for the overly cold eyes and the arrogant and reserved smile, these expressions should not appear on the child's face, at least even if they appeared, they should not appear so coordinated. But these "shouldn'ts" are not a problem for Tom, because he has been learning from Voldemort consciously or unconsciously.

Voldemort, Lord Voldemort.

The proud king is so lonely and his eyes alone can make people's heart tremble.

All the commotion ceased, and the Slytherin little snakes seemed to see their father, and almost all the children lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with Tom, because even though there was no malice in Tom's eyes, they were still watching him. Severity was seen in the dark eyes.

Yes, almost, because among these timid children, there exists a proud platinum nobleman.

A sharp-faced boy with plump long hair stands out from the crowd. He has a pale face and cold light gray-blue eyes. He glances back at his classmates mockingly. His sneering gaze makes the little snakes even more dejected. .

The boy walked towards Tom, turned his head to look at him, and the confusion of doubts slowly permeated his blue eyes as gray as cloudy sky, making him look less arrogant, "I see in you the dignity and dignity of my parents, but Why haven’t I heard of a noble family named Ruidou?”

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean you don't have it. A stranger who lacks etiquette, is it true that your education allows you to treat a descendant of an ancient nobleman like this?"

Tom was still indifferent to the boy's question. If he inherited the Slytherin blood, if he were to be ranked according to his family's seniority, then his nobility would probably be higher than most of the people in Hogwarts. But his bland reaction made the boy amused: "Interesting, you really don't know what my last name is?"

"Is your surname important?" Tom narrowed his eyes in annoyance, but his tone of voice was still smooth and soft, "I think the most important thing to know about this question is yourself. Or do you want to be your family and you?"

──The interests of the family are above all else. This is common sense and basic education in the aristocratic circle. Tom's words can be called quite outrageous, but the boy laughed.

"You... are very interesting!" He patted Tom on the shoulder approvingly, his gray-blue eyes looked gentle, and seeing Tom's look of trying to avoid it but it was too late, the boy smiled even more happily, "My name is A Braxus, Abraxus Malfoy, you should be honored to know me."

"No, you should be honored to know me." Tom glanced at the boy noncommittally, and Abracsus smiled at him: "Hey, if you talk to a Malfoy like this in the Middle Ages, I wouldn't can hang you."

"...The premise is that your rope can hold me." Tom smiled slightly—strange...what is this feeling?

It's easy...it's fun...

……very different……

There was confusion in Tom's eyes, and the smile on Albraxus was also friendly to him, which was quite strange to Tom. Isn't this person afraid of him?

No... he was a wizard, just like himself, quite normal, nothing different.

...isn't that different?What a disgusting description... Tom always hated being compared with others, so he frowned and didn't say a word.

And Abraxas, who seems to be a man of the hour, embraced Tom's shoulders familiarly, and welcomed him into his seat surrounded by other little snakes...

──It shouldn't be like this.

shouldn't...

Tom was at a loss, but he didn't know what to expect.