Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Voldemort looked at the students and showed a smile. His sight was blocked by a black robe. He blinked, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked up impatiently. It was indeed Tom Hang who caught his eyes. A white face with a smile.

This familiar kid pulled up a chair and sat down without any unnaturalness, almost his entire body was lying in front of Voldemort's desk, his black eyes stared at Voldemort with a wicked smile, Voldemort Seeing this, his face darkened: "Tom, why don't you train with other students?"

"Huh? It was Nagini who didn't chase me, and...is there anything scary about her?"

Tom turned around, twisted the towel with a smirk, then leaned back on the desk, and stared at Voldemort with straight eyes. The tsk-tsk sound was too annoying. Looking at Tom who was nodding while looking at himself, Voldemort became impatient: "Tom... whichever is cooler, don't be so obvious if you don't train. Besides, you should Be respectful and courteous to your professor and guardian."

Voldemort was sure his eyes were disgusted and annoyed when he spoke, but Tom just smiled nonchalantly when he saw it.

"...That's right." He said, then pulled up the chair, put it around the desk and put it next to Voldemort's chair, and then sat down again, "It's much cooler next to Voldy, and it's really cool to sit next to you." It makes me appear respectful and polite."

After he finished speaking, he leaned against Voldemort next to him, and Voldemort had to move his hips sideways without attracting attention, frowning while trying to distance himself from the ward.

Tom pressed on.

Voldemort retreated steadily.

After going back and forth like this, the noble Dark Lord didn't pay attention and the result was a bit too big, that is——his buttocks lost their balance for a moment when they left the chair, and were directly affected by the gravity of the earth for short...

"Hey, be careful, dear Voldy, why are you so careless?"

Tom's not-so-powerful but solid arm worked almost simultaneously with Voldemort's silent spell. Voldemort, who managed to maintain his balance, lowered his head and stared at the hand that should not be on his waist, and clapped it back with dignity, and then Annoyed: "If you want to sit, sit properly, don't you have bones? Don't keep leaning over!"

"Yeah, my bones have been broken since the Quidditch accident last time, and I haven't recovered until now──"

Tom shook his hands with a smiley face and was clapped. He should be angry, but his black eyes were shining brighter. When he stared at Voldemort, there was a mixture of joy and adoration in his eyes. Mu's weird emotion, though soft, was so focused that it made Voldemort feel hot, even unbearable. He felt uncomfortable when he was watched, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched unconsciously: "Tom, you look at me like this do what?"

"Hmm... Actually, it's nothing. It's just that you are so mature and charming, Voldy. I'm fascinated by it if you're not careful."

Tom teased Voldemort in a tone of "it's all your fault", and then stuck out his tongue when Voldemort had a blue vein: "Hahaha... just kidding, I just wanted to come to you because of the Quidditch thing... I I will pay more attention to my own safety in the future, so Voldy, don't be angry with me again, right?"

"Is mad at you?"

Voldemort grunted through his nose, the voice gushing out of his throat was a little displeased and also a little mocking, accompanied by no concealment of malice, Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, and narrowed his big obsidian-colored eyes indifferently, "I Why are you angry? Mr. Tom Ridou, are you too confident in yourself?"

"Hmm... Voldy is really a weird person who refuses to tell the truth..."

Tom scratched his head in distress, jumped off the chair, and unexpectedly sat on Voldemort's lap. After that, he put his arms around the neck of the frightened Voldemort, squinted his eyes like a fox and smiled: "Dear Voldy, I heard everything you said in the medical wing, didn't you clearly care deeply about your Tom? Then why didn't you confess to let me know?"

"Why didn't I know you were so thick-skinned..."

The corners of Voldemort's mouth and face twitched. He didn't know whether it was shame or annoyance. He turned his head, pushed Tom's body and said in a low voice, "What does it look like to sit on my feet, Tom, take me from my legs?" Get up and down...! Who taught you those nasty words?"

"No one taught me, dear Voldy──Isn't it normal for children to want to be close to their relatives?"

Pushed Tom hooked Voldemort's neck in order to prevent himself from falling, and then blew next to his ear, Voldemort's face was flushed red with rage, His body was so excited that he wanted to jump up, but under the premise of holding someone in his arms and being so close──

"Boom~~."

Well, this kind of thing happens very often, so don't mind it.

After the accident, the noble Dark Lord stopped struggling and no longer acted rashly. He just glanced at the students who didn't seem to notice, and at the same time wiped his face vigorously with his white gloved hand , Voldemort turned his head slightly after wiping his wiped cheeks flushed red, looking at the ground but his voice sounded like he came from the Nine Nether Abyss, "Immediately...get off me."

"Hmm..." Tom's body vibrated, and at the same time, his pink and thin lips seemed to accidentally smack Voldemort's earlobe, as if he didn't notice it, he licked it, and then blinked and looked at Voldemort seriously. Said: "I'm sorry, I was taken aback by Nagini driving them over just now."

"..."

Although Voldemort's lips were tightly pressed together, he still couldn't restrain his trembling. Along with his anger, his whole body trembled at the same time. Seeing this, he realized that Voldemort's patience had reached the bottom line, Tom snickered in his heart, and hugged him. The hands around Voldemort's neck also loosened: "Say it's the Halloween party next week, Voldy... I'm not very good at dancing, and I don't want to ask anyone to teach me. Can you teach me how to dance?"

"……Dance?"

Attracted by the term, Voldemort's anger was drawn away a little. He turned his head to Tom, his eyes flickering. How could his guardian think he had such extra time?The words of refusal came out of his lips with a sneer almost without even thinking about it, Voldemort only had to think about what kind of lines to use to make Tom feel ashamed the most.

But before Voldemort could think of the right words, a few Slytherin students who were half chased and were watching the big snake chasing the lion walked over. They looked at Tom in surprise and said, "Ridou? Why are you sitting there?" On Lord Voldemort's lap?"

"Ah, I'm talking to the professor about how he's going to teach me how to dance at the Halloween Ball, and it's really nice of him to agree."

Tom simply jumped off his feet, smiled at those students, and then turned his head to wink at Voldemort: "Voldy, then it's settled, I'm free anytime after class, waiting for you── "

……promise?Did he just nod?

Voldemort looked at Tom's back strangely. He didn't miss the joy gliding between the corners of Tom's eyes and lips, so he was even more confused. The feeling of being teased that he didn't understand the purpose of the other party until the other party left made him feel humiliated, so he was good at venting his anger The dark lord transferred his anger to the entire classroom smoothly... The students were devastated and had no homework that day.