Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The Leaky Cauldron.

Just by looking at the "broken" in its name, one can tell that this is not a noble place. The small and dirty arrangement is even cleaner than the St. John's Orphanage where Tom stayed, but Tom was still brought here by Voldemort. Came here because, this is a bar that belongs to wizards.

Belongs to wizards, which means that only wizards can see it, while so-called muggles - those who don't know magic - will turn a blind eye to it, and even think it is because of the confusion spell when people disappear in front of them. illusion.

Tom was a little surprised, and he wasn't very curious why he and Voldemort seemed to be the only ones who discovered this bar. Perhaps the magical term "magic" was enough to explain everything.

The lighting in the bar was very dim and shabby, and there were several young guests sitting in an unobtrusive corner, both men and women, some of them were covered with tall pointed hats, while some were wearing not-so-fancy robes , Tom looked around with curious eyes, and Voldemort let his behavior go.

──observation.

This kind of behavior is never a bad thing when first arriving in a new place.

As an orphan who grew up in the Muggle world, Voldemort had many misunderstandings about wizards. When he was studying in Slytherin, who valued blood and aristocratic cultivation, he was ridiculed because he didn't understand. With enough time to make amends, Voldemort decided to open another new world for Tom.

──This time, I will not make the same mistake again.

Voldemort waited until Tom finished observing before pulling him, walked around the haggard bald old bartender at the bar, and walked out of the backyard, and then came to a dilapidated yard full of rocks and weeds.

To say that it is a small courtyard may just be an exaltation of this open space, because the area here is very small, and the block surrounded by broken gray bricks as an inner wall can be walked in about ten steps. Voldemort is facing the one farthest from the door. That wall, frowning as if looking for something.

The smell in the yard made Voldemort cough again, but luckily he didn't cough up any blood this time, he stroked his chest and took out a short black stick from under his cloak after his breathing calmed down, and poked it The gray brick on the wall said: "The third brick from the left of the garbage dump...it's this one..."

The brick he touched began to vibrate, or it should be described as wriggling. The long brick began to wriggle violently from the middle, and then a small hole appeared with the vibration of the brick—more and more Big—after about a second, an archway big enough for a passenger car to pass through opened in front of them.

The arch leads to a cobbled street lined with buildings that winds its way until out of sight.

The dust has settled.

The rising dust irritated the Dark Lord's lungs, triggering another round of coughing.

Then, after all the changes were over, Voldemort turned around and said to Tom, whose eyes were filled with intense excitement and curiosity: "Welcome to the magical world."

"This is the magical world?" Tom looked in disbelief at the archway that was a wall before. Voldemort shook his head and led him into the archway. The slight commotion made Tom look back, and he saw the wide archway as they walked. After entering, it quickly closed and returned to the wall that didn't look very solid.

"To be precise, this is the shopping street of the British wizarding world, Diagon Alley (Diagon Alley). There are many charming shops here, and it should be able to easily meet most of your requirements."

Voldemort's words didn't seem to reach Tom's ears, because he was staring at the nearest shop, which sold cauldrons commonly used in alchemy and potions, copper, brass, pewter, silver, etc. The...automatic, folding, and various sizes—

Voldemort was a little surprised that his eight-year-old self would be interested in these shiny pots, so he walked behind Tom, put his hands on Tom's shoulders and whispered, "What's the matter, is there a problem?"

"Voldemort...Uncle..." Tom called out. The somewhat stiff address showed that he was not used to it, and it also made Voldemort, who was not used to it, frown. He had no interest in taking advantage of himself: "... Voldy, I allow you to call me Voldy."

"Well, Voldy..."

Tom quickly followed suit, but his eyes still did not leave the salesperson in the window who was demonstrating to the customers how to use the cauldron. She was taking out samples from the auto-stirring cauldron, and the pink potion instantly made the withered potted plants bloom. Man Hua said, "There should be many magical medicines in the magical world, right? Are there any medicines that can be used on people besides plants?"

"Of course, magic is omnipotent." Voldemort raised his eyebrows confidently, looked at the equipment store and said to Tom, "It is said that the highest achievement in alchemy—the Philosopher's Stone—can make people live forever, and it is also like the fountain of youth. There is also a love potion that can even change a person's body and mind... Although these things are still too difficult for you, if you are interested, it is not difficult to make you do something experimentally..."

"I want to learn!" Tom's eyes shone with interest in Voldemort's narration, and his little hand unconsciously grabbed Voldemort's hem, so Voldemort smiled.

"Don't be nervous, I said, as long as you want to learn, I will teach you everything I know."

As he spoke, he gently pulled back his clothes, and then said in a reserved voice to the expectant Tom: "But although magic is a very magical knowledge, it is still very important to proceed step by step. You'll probably need a cauldron for Potions... let's get money from the wizards' bank."

Voldemort led the reluctant Tom straight along the cobblestone street. Tom could hardly resist the urge to look around, but he resisted because he knew Voldemort would bring him again, and he wanted to Make a good impression on Voldemort.

──Although, he felt that Voldemort was actually very alienated from him in his heart.

The author has something to say: The Leaky Cauldron.

Just by looking at the "broken" in its name, you can tell that this is not a noble place. The small and dirty layout is even cleaner than the St. John's Orphanage where Tom stayed, but Tom was still brought here by Vodemort. Came here because it's a pub that belongs to wizards.

Belongs to wizards.

What this means is that only wizards can see it, while so-called muggles - those who don't have magic - are blind to it, and even think it's an illusion when people disappear in front of them because of the Confusion Charm.

Tom was a little surprised, and he wasn't very curious why he and Vodemort seemed to be the only ones who discovered this bar. Maybe the magical term "magic" is enough to explain everything.

The lighting in the bar was very dim and shabby, and there were several young guests sitting in an unobtrusive corner, both men and women, some of them were covered with tall pointed hats, while some were wearing not-so-fancy robes , Tom looked around with curious eyes, and Vodemort let his behavior go.

He said, "Tom, that person is also named Tom, do you have any thoughts?"

"There's a lot of people named Tom... I hate being called someone else's name, Vodemort... Can you pick one for me?"

Tom wrinkled his nose sensitively, as if an annoying fly was sitting on his high nose bridge, and Vodemort raised his eyebrows when he heard that, and said calmly, "I don't like other people Call me by my first name, as your caregiver, you should be more polite and respectful..."

Tom obediently complied, not to mention his inexplicable admiration for Vodemort, as an orphan, it is not wise to offend the caretaker, so he changed his words in a polite manner: "Well... Uncle Vodemort, you have heard that it is called Vodemort. Tom Radou's wizard? Someone from the orphanage told me his name, and my father seems to be called Tom Radou too."

"...Vody, I allow you to call me Vody."

Politeness was requested by Vodemort, but Vodemort, who was called "Uncle", looked like he had eaten a fly, and that fly might be the one that just flew away from his nose. Annoyed but still unable to suppress the anger in his chest, he coughed again and again: "I should have said it in St. John's Orphanage, you don't have a father."

"Everyone has a father... I'm just asking."

Tom noticed that Vodemort had taken out another clean handkerchief, so he hurriedly lowered his head and pursed his lips stubbornly as if he was hurt, but his eyes still couldn't help but secretly glowed with pleasure like a successful prank──Vodemort actually It's not as perfect as he appears, at least, to some extent, he has the flawed side of excessive arrogance and irascibility...

Arrogance and irascibility, being well hidden in it, make people want to dig it out──These two traits are very similar to him, aren't they?

──And Vodemor still indulges and indulges Tom in a way that he can't understand. What is the reason for this...?

Looking down at the toe of Vodemort's shoes, Tom thought of the answer in his heart, his eyes widened slightly, and as the light of joy flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up──

Maybe Vodemort is his father Tom.Raidou, it's just that Vodemort doesn't know him well enough to admit it.

──Do you not understand enough?

Then let Vodemort know that no one is better than him, until Vodemort is willing to give everything that should belong to him...

Tom, who lowered his head, had a gloomy look in his eyes that didn't match his age, because that person should bear the heaviest responsibility for his indifference in the past eight years.

...the divider for the moon...

──Who is the person who knows himself best?

Perhaps, besides myself, of course, is my future self.

After all, he is the Duke of Darkness who has really lived and caused black fear in the magic world. Vodemort naturally noticed his little thoughts in the past, but he was dizzy from coughing, but he really couldn't summon up the strength to teach this offense and transgression. moment behavior.

──Punishment?Is it necessary for your body?

Vodemort's request to Tom was actually not to cause trouble to him and not to hurt himself, so he didn't use any punishment on "his own body". Vodemor just pointed his hand at the old man named Tom again. The bartender, and then whispered to Tom in a voice hoarse from coughing: "...remember that man."

At the same time, he pressed the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and after feeling that the new white handkerchief had also lost its ability to absorb water, Vodemort calmly folded it, then put the handkerchief into a hidden pocket under his robe and continued: " He is the local snake in Diagon Alley, when I need you to find something, you can get what you want through him..."

"I?"

Tom raised his head questioningly, his eyes widened, and Vodemort's patience was exhausted, he raised his eyebrows impatiently: "Is there any problem?"

Tom was silent, then he looked at Vodemort, his delicate face frowned slightly, after hesitating for a long time, Tom asked worriedly in a caring and uncertain tone: "... Vody, is your body very Not good? Is there a way to improve it?"

"Of course there won't be many such cases, as for ways to improve... there are.

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I feel that the good boy version of Tom connects more smoothly

So I changed it like this

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