Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

"It's Mr. Grindelwald's wand."

The corner of Wolfe's mouth was slightly raised, and he explained in a proud and a little arrogant tone, "Mr. Grindelwald is my uncle. He has no heirs and regards me as his heir. I know where everything about him is hidden, so It's not hard to get it."

Voldemort's brows furrowed and then relaxed, then he raised his head and smiled softly, laughing wantonly and mockingly, the low and hoarse laughter vibrated the air in the room, Wolfe looked at Voldemort and pursed his lips in confusion, But Voldemort didn't think he had the need to explain.

He just wiped the corners of his eyes after laughing enough, calmly nestled back on the sofa, let his body sink deep, then played with his fingers and said casually: "...then, that's it."

"...?"

"If you can meet my transaction requirements, wouldn't it be natural to agree to you?"

As if losing all interest, Voldemort's eyes were narrowed into two slits in sleepiness, he covered his mouth and yawned slightly, and unconsciously tapped his thigh with his fingers on his stomach, and then his chin slightly Carrying a mocking aristocratic smirk at Wolfe, with an indescribable anger and disdain: "But you betrayed your relatives for the sake of Muggles? Child, you don't have to worry about what will happen after you are discovered." The end, or are you confident that the old guy Grindelwald will let you go because you are his successor?"

"What do you think you know?"

Wolfe blurted out, with raging anger, but then he touched his earrings as if thinking of something, he was silent for two or three seconds, but straightened his waist even more: "I love my uncle , but I love the land where I grew up even more. My uncle made a wrong decision because he didn’t think about it in detail. Of course, Mr. Hitler and I must make up for it when there is still time!"

"Ah……"

Gently and coldly widening his mocking smile, Voldemort snorted in a soft voice: "Betrayal is betrayal, why use high-sounding reasons to justify yourself? Betrayal for profit, and betrayal for ideals, not both Is it betrayal?"

"Shut up...!" Wolfe pointed his wand at Voldemort, his angry eyes rising like flames, "If it's not forced, do you think I want to do this?"

"Why do you think I know what you think?" Voldemort was still sitting on the sofa, his posture remained unchanged, and he continued to provoke the angry boy slowly with a more malicious tone, "I only saw your Betrayal, and maybe you really want the deal to fail?"

"..." Wolf threw his wand to the ground angrily. The silver flying eagle rolled on the ground, but when it hit the soft carpet, it didn't even make a sound. Staring at Voldemort, he gasped a few times. In addition to being excited, there seemed to be misinterpreted grievances in the tone of his speech: "Professor Lord Voldemort, you are really good at irritating people. I have begun to understand uncle."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and there was no answer, and Wolfe didn't intend to expect Voldemort's answer, he just said in a sad but firm tone like a martyr of truth: "If you can come and see the one who was bombed by the British army Berlin, and you'll see why, Merlin . . . it's hell out there."

"If there is a chance, I will." Voldemort squinted his eyes and shook the wine glass at Wolfe, and his raised little finger also turned outward in an arc. This means ending the topic and seeing off guests in the etiquette of the upper wizards. , So Wolf also got up to leave.

The lights dimmed slowly as one person left, leaving Voldemort sitting alone on the sofa, his black eyes becoming deeper and deeper in the dim light, then Voldemort drank up the red wine he brought, stared at There was a trace of remnant left at the bottom of the bottle, and a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth: That German kid saved him two things by reversing the topic──

There are no permanent enemies, nor are there permanent friends. The intimacy of the relationship is only due to the compromise of interests...Grindelwald...heh...

Thinking of Grindelwald's contempt and confidence when he talked about Hitler, and the deal that the boy brought and the Silver Eagle wand, Voldemort clenched his wine glass tightly, never taking the people around him lightly, even if the other party was...

Tom's smiling face appeared in Voldemort's mind for some reason, bright, warm, longing and expectant, his eyes softened unconsciously.

As he thought about it, Voldemort remembered the dazed and astonished eyes of those dark eyes after he ignored him, and the eyes that stared at his back and left, his brows slowly wrinkled, and then he crushed them in anger Glass in hand.

The dark red liquid dripped down the opening, staining Voldemort's snow-white gloves red. It was warm at first, but within two seconds it quickly began to turn cold.

──It's not that simple.

He wasn't like that himself when he was thirteen or fourteen, so had he been too reassuring about Tom?

Although the wine glass was shattered, Voldemort's hand still tightened slowly unconsciously, and all the glass shards pierced his wound, but he didn't notice that Voldemort just let his brows gather into hillocks, thinking seriously.

Tom was supposed to be just a container...had he put so much thought into his past self that the authorities were fascinated?

All he should do is replace and obliterate...

──Have you gotten used to it without realizing it?Unexpectedly, I feel a little bit sad.

He was always alone, so Voldemort hated company and even more hated betrayal.

...Then, as long as we keep the distance, wouldn't that be enough?

While thinking this way, Voldemort suddenly felt some pain in the lobes of his lungs, astringent, sharp, and strangely itchy.

So he pressed his chest and coughed, and kept coughing until his head was filled with empty exhaustion and hypoxic dizziness.

Voldemort has made this decision since that night, he will be indifferent to Tom, as if he does not exist, because in this way, he will not have to worry about being betrayed...

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Topic: I'm so loving, I beat the table with laughter [8,255]

AM: Quoting the original Goblet of Fire: BlaBla... Attention everyone, Voldemort only wanted a robe, not underwear.So, is he not wearing panties?

SO: What a bad idea.Imagine Voldemort sneaking into a store to buy underwear.Hahaha……

N: Underwear was invented very late, and [-]% of the wizarding world does not wear underwear.How will the Goblet of Fire movie play out?I'm very curious, very curious.

PK: It's just ridiculous to imagine him emerging from the cauldron in his underwear.

D: I guess he didn't wear it.Just imagine, the first thing the devil king did after the resurrection was to ask Wormtail for underwear! ! !

W: Peter, how many times have I told you, don't give me blue panties with white spots, I like pink ones!

S: That's the devil's plan: the final battle, the north wind blows, and then the robe is blown away, the Order of the Phoenix has to choose whether to grab the wand, or grab the clothes, lest the other "magic wand" be exposed .So, the devil won.

D: It's a good idea for the devil.Made Harry stare distraughtly at the lower half of the Demon Lord, so he could kill him.

S: If Voldemort didn't wear anything, he and Harry rose to a duel in mid-air, and the Death Eaters looked up, wouldn't they see something they didn't want to see?

A: I can now see the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet: When Resurrected Dark Lord Buys My Little Pony Underpants, Many Flee: Those Who Didn't Die Killing Curse Died Laughing.

E: Wizards should not wear underwear because Rowling loves Scotland so much and Scots don't wear underwear under their kilts.

S: Then the Quidditch match is not the wind blowing little jj so cool! ! !To exaggerate a bit more, the players are flying in the sky, and the audience only needs to look up...

G: Don't digress, we're talking about Voldemort's underpants.

S: How many wizards wear underwear?

AM: What kind of underwear do they wear?Bikini?

A: Punishment for failed Death Eaters: wash Voldemort's underwear! ! !

S: Actually, Voldemort lost to Harry because he felt awkward without underwear (is there any other reason why the second strongest wizard can lose to fourth-year students?).

n: He wears black leather, and when he punishes the Death Eaters, let them see it, which is more terrible than the Cruciatus Curse.

D: He hasn't had a body for a long time, how would his subordinates know what size of underwear to buy for him?