Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

"Tom... what the hell are you doing?"

Voldemort, who almost hit his head, snorted. He wanted to push Tom away, but just as he moved, the pushed hand was held by Tom, and at the same time, a warm palm was slowly stroking his face. .

"...Voldy, are you alright?"

His boy's voice was an octave lower than usual, his cheeks were blushing unnaturally, and his dark eyes were full of moisture and hotness that dripped water. Voldemort looked at Tom suspiciously, and he frowned. A free left hand pushed the ward's chest out again: "I'm fine, as long as you don't lie on top of me."

Tom let go of Voldemort's hand, and pressed his hand on the ground between Voldemort's head and shoulders. He stood up, but only the upper part of his body moved slightly.

He was very close to Voldemort, and he separated a small space. After the shadow of his body enveloped and imprisoned Voldemort, Tom blinked and stared, with no distress visible on his handsome face, he simply said: "I can't climb." stand up."

"what?"

"I sprained my ankle."

Tom's tone was as indifferent as if he had finished his meal today and wanted another bowl, but Voldemort, who was being pressed as a meat pad, couldn't be as calm as Tom. He heard that Tom couldn't climb. After getting up, his face turned dark, and the voice that was always soft as velvet also concealed danger: "Don't hold back if your ankle is sprained, move your body away from me!"

"But if I move my feet a little bit, it will hurt." Tom still refused to move with a smile.

...Just a light fall like that and still have the nerve to cry out in pain?In terms of pain, he is more painful, right?

A lump the size of an egg was almost knocked out from the back of his head, and Voldemort frowned, squinting angrily at the shameless brat in front of him.

The terrace is not well lit.

To be precise, it is not bright.

The moonlight outside the window and the dim candlelight inside the house dimly illuminated Tom's face looking down at Voldemort, and made his pure-colored eyes seem to be burning with golden-red fireworks.

In the depths of those beating eyes, Voldemort almost saw his own reflection by mistake, but it was only an illusion. He collected himself, and directly pushed away the face of the man who was screaming tired and about to lie down, As a result, that wicked smile was squeezed into a weird shape, and what he might have wanted to say coquettishly turned into a drawn-out protest with bitterness: "Voldy—"

Voldemort couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly, because of the instant gratification, and also because of the funnyness of this rascal boy after eating a turtle, a calm and somewhat warm smile gradually emerged on his handsome face, like this smile without impurities , Voldemort hadn't been there for a long time.

...To be more precise, that kind of expression was only seen by Tom before the age of 16.The Lord Voldemort who appeared on Ruidou's face, and who did not belong to any time...

Voldemort's laughter, noticing that he was losing his composure, immediately broke off, and his voice, which was vibrating like a reed, became hoarse. Voldemort pursed his lips, and the straight line between his lips seemed to carry an ancient solemnity, but Tom At this moment, he took Voldemort's hand lightly.

"Laugh, I still want to hear it, so laugh again and show me."

The night sky-like eyes were covered by stars, and the boy who had escaped from the Dark Lord's raging hands demanded this in a natural tone, no... maybe, it should be said to be an order.

His eyes were bright and focused, as if he had found some favorite toy he had been looking for for a long time. Of course Voldemort would not do what he wanted, but Tom's hand insisted on reaching Voldemort's face without giving up.

Voldemort was taken aback by the rough, calloused warmth.

He felt the strange feeling of Tom's hand almost stiffly all over his body. It was a slow touch at first, and then the finger slid down the cheek, and the Adam's apple was gently traced by the flexible little finger. Voldemort felt until the hot It was only when he pressed his fingers on his lips that he woke up, and Tom's hot breath of aggression was already close at hand.

greedy.

possession.

Ambition wishes to attack.

The look in the boy's eyes was so familiar that Voldemort's heart trembled, because it was the self he had seen in the mirror countless times.

But the Voldemort reflected in the boy's eyes was another strange Voldemort. At this moment, Voldemort was suddenly a little confused... Did he educate Lord Voldemort, or was it Tom?Rui Dou is slowly becoming himself?

With doubts, Voldemort looked at Tom's face lower and lower, the black eyes that gave him the feeling of taking a selfie in a mirror were half-hidden by the long eyelashes, and the moist and healthy pink lips were getting closer... This boy is his adopted son. Great, but Voldemort didn't want to know what he wanted to do.

As if possessed, Voldemort just watched.

As if encouraged, Tom lowered his head lower and lower.

At this moment when the breath began to entwine from the nasal cavity before the touch was touched, the tightly closed door of Head Slytherin's office was slapped heavily.

The enchantment was broken at this moment, far superior to any spells of fairies, and Voldemort, who was awakened from the ambiguity, aimed at Tom's jaw with an instinctive uppercut.

The cry of pain was vague.

The sound of teeth hitting teeth is crisp.

The luckiest thing in the misfortune is--fortunately, poor little Tom didn't accidentally bite off his tongue.

Voldemort, who was looking for the gap, immediately took advantage of the opportunity to use the Mage's Hand, which is one of the most common magic net spells used by ancient magicians. He lifted Tom from the back of his neck like a cat, threw it away, and furiously He glared fiercely with red eyes, but in the end, amidst the more and more rapid knocking on the door, he turned into a stern sentence, "Go and open the door."

Tom, whose interests and sexual interests were disturbed at the same time, was forced to go away with a bad face. He opened the door, and his eyes became even more gloomy when he saw the half-giant at the door, which was twice the height of ordinary people, and the simple first-year student was anxious. Stopping the knocking hand that almost touched Tom's chest, the other hand innocently grabbed his curly black hair and said, "Senior Ridou, Professor Dumbledore asked me to remind you that it's time to show up at the ball, and the time has passed now." It's time for the last champion to fight this one for the title of Prince, and he wants to meet you before you go to the match."

"I don't have time right now—"

"...The last champion?"

Tom heard the words and wanted to slam the door, but Voldemort's voice and his voice came out at the same time, similar voices and voices vibrated in the air, Tom turned his head immediately, and at the same time, he saw that he also appeared at the door at some point Voldemort.

It seems that Voldemort has not fully recovered from the accident just now, his face is flushed, and the two shirt buttons near his neck slipped off due to the struggle with Tom just now, revealing his slightly protruding Adam's apple and sexy collarbone. The snow-white skin underneath was stained with a red tide that hadn't faded, but Voldemort didn't notice it.

He just raised an eyebrow on one side, and looked at the half-giant who spoke a little awkwardly with a questioning look.

Tom suddenly wanted to give this Gryffindor first year an Avada, if he could.

Of course, Tom didn't know how to do it yet, because Voldemort didn't think it was necessary for Tom to know how to do it and he didn't intend to teach it, but even so, Tom still wanted to goug out those round black beetle-like eyes very much.

His possessiveness has always been very strong, no matter if it's his stuff or someone else's stuff, as long as he wants it, he won't allow outsiders to touch it... But why did Dumbledore come to him on purpose at this time?How did he know he would be here?

Could it be...he has hidden magical treasures for surveillance in the school?

Tom thought silently, while looking at Voldemort.

He knew Voldemort's personality very well, but now he couldn't see through it...

With doubts, Tom looked at Voldemort smiling kindly with that man named Ruburt.Hagrid's lowly half-blood chatted.

Confused, Tom watched as Voldemort sent the two of them out of the office as if nothing had happened, and then closed the door.

He silently let the little snake with its hot tail climb up, and raised his eyebrows... Voldemort looked completely lifeless, and this was the most unreasonable thing, that man... how could he be completely helpless after someone cheated him Moved?

unless... he is...

Thinking of something in his mind, Tom ignored the little snake's soft inquiry. He turned around and wanted to turn back when he took a step, but the solid-eyed half-giant insisted on carrying him by the collar.

It is useless to defend.

No wand in hand.

The noble black prince of Slytherin could only be dragged away by the neck in disgrace.

-- Ruburt.Hagrid is it?

Damn half-giant...he Tom.Rui Dou remembers you.

Tom then recorded the student's face coldly with a poisonous snake's gaze. This is the student that the old bee put in against all odds, and if nothing unexpected...

Tom, who didn't say a word, let Hagrid take him to the office of the professor of transfiguration. The old man with auburn beard and half-moon glasses smiled at him gently at the table, and Tom responded with a hearty and clean smile.

"Are you angry?"

"No."

Because, as long as he has the opportunity, he will continue to make persistent efforts...

The old and the young laughed heartily across a desk, while Ruburt on the side.Hagrid felt a chill in his heart.

"Huh? Is it going to change?"