Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Voldemort, very angry.

It is difficult to restrain, and the reason is almost gone.

Although Tom had used "Stoneskin" on himself during defense, and even though the light in the secret room was not ideal, when Voldemort saw the bright red color of the basilisk's tongue after it was pulled from Tom's abdomen, he still felt I feel my temples twitching so badly... What the hell is this kid doing with a hole in his stomach and smiling like a flower at him?

Waving his arms, he lowered Tom from the stone pillar. Voldemort coughed aloud due to his agitated mood. He silently swallowed the blood that had just surged to subdue the basilisk and stared at Tom's abdomen with an ugly expression. There was a fist-sized The hole was dripping crimson at a slow speed.

Tom’s black robe was gray and white after the petrification technique, so the visual effect of the blood oozing out was even more shocking. It was like accidentally splashing red ink on white paper, and the dazzling abruptness destroyed the picture. , and the use of low-quality paint with a pungent smell, tick-tock along the entire paper, makes me feel sick when I look at it!

Voldemort couldn't bear it, whether it was his taste or his mood, so he casually cast a partial petrification spell on Tom's wound, and the unsightly wound stopped bleeding quickly—if the whole piece was formed Stones can be said to stop bleeding...

"Voldy...Although I'm glad the wound doesn't hurt anymore, can't you use a more comfortable method?" Tom, who felt that he had no sensation below the chest, frowned, groping his stomach in a tangled and uncomfortable way, he I feel a little nauseous, but I can't even warm my stomach to make myself feel better.

With lingering fear and resentment, he looked at the basilisk under his feet, which had been subdued by magic. Shock and surprise seemed to flash in his dark eyes before returning to calm, but then he saw Abraxa who had fallen to the ground Then it turned dark.

afraid.

Fear comes belatedly.

Tom felt his hands start to feel cold and trembling from the fingertips. If, at that time, the person who saw the eyes of the basilisk had been replaced by himself, if it hadn’t been for Abraxas’s asphalt spell to prevent the basilisk from “staring” to his words...

Tom raised his eyes, and cast his eyes on Voldemort unconsciously. The black-haired caretaker was frowning dissatisfiedly, and his eyes happened to intersect with him. Tom's heart trembled.

──If... if we never see each other again...

He didn't know where the impulse came from, he rushed forward indulgently, and stretched his arms around Voldemort's slender waist, buried his head with disheveled hair from the battle, and the tight force almost made him unable to breathe.

But he was afraid, so he didn't want to let go.

Tom knew that Voldemort was stunned, because he could feel that Voldemort's body was stiff when he was hugged by him. The man put his hand on his shoulder impatiently, as if he wanted to push him away, but the hand was still in the void. After holding him, he hesitated, because he was close to Voldemort, Tom could clearly hear a helpless sigh lingering in Voldemort's chest.

"...It's okay, I'm still here, as long as I'm here, no one can touch you."

The man patted Tom on the back with an unaccustomed movement, clumsily as if playing a drum, but Tom's eyes were filled with sourness. After all, he was only a child after all.

Silently hugging Voldemort even tighter, Tom unbridledly vented his emotions on that man until Voldemort pushed him away like a snake bite.

...but it's too late, Voldy.

Licking his fingers, Tom raised his eyes with a normal expression.

His eyes were like bright stars, and a smile slid across the corner of his mouth.

──He didn't reject himself at the beginning, Tom wouldn't allow Voldemort to change his mind later...

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──To be honest.

Under such a sudden attack, Voldemort was not surprised that it would be a lie.

With a body temperature similar to that of snakes, he has always hated physical contact with people, because the overly warm feeling always gave him a burning tingling sensation.

And his own weakness from 50 years ago also made Voldemort a little confused. He just didn't know where to swing his hands that could command and kill with a smile. He patted Tom, wondering what the strange feeling in his heart was when the child hugged him. What, but he fears and loathes the relief of tension and stability... Fear?

Realizing the sentence he shouldn't have used, Voldemort pushed away the child in his arms. Suddenly, the dimple between his brows sank deeply, and his tight thin lips twitched vaguely with disbelief. Voldemort stared Seeing Tom wanted to speak, but his dark eyes recovered and he moved away first after seeing the kid's smiling face...

Voldemort turned to the basilisk controlled by his magic, his calm eyes were cold and sharp as a blade: "Basilisk, answer me, as a Slytherin chamber guard, why did you attack Salazar?Descendants of Slytherin?Have you forgotten the ancient covenant? 』

"Hiss~~la~~"

The basilisk, limp on the ground like a straw rope, yelled at Voldemort, with an airy sound, it stuck out its tongue, a forked strip of bright red flesh danced with the movement, the mucus stained at the tip was dark green and viscous, Bass Rick swept his tongue in front of Voldemort, and then slowly retracted his tongue as if he had noticed something: "Because this intruder has not passed the test of our Lord, has not passed the inheritance, and naturally does not have the ability to make the great Basiliq Qualifications for obedience. 』

"did not pass?Why? 』Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and looked at Tom questioningly, his eyes widened slightly after receiving Tom's shaking of his head in response, he remembered that he clearly...

The basilisk hissed and stuck out its tongue again. Although its eyes were injured by the pitch technique of the Malfoy boy, it still turned its head towards Voldemort as if its vision was intact, and said in a low and soft voice, "I am on you." I can't feel any inheritance, so I won't answer any of your questions, but are human scents so similar...you and him──』

『In short──just accept the inheritance, right? 』Voldemort interrupted Baslick's exclamation, almost rude and even more impolite, he used a proud nasal voice to cover up the haste in his voice, tapped the staff in the palm of his hand, and a pair of beautiful eyes also changed in the night And between the blood-like beauty.

The handsome Demon King walked directly to the statue's stage without Tom's guidance at all. Seeing this, Tom hurriedly followed, but Voldemort just looked into the statue's deep pupils regardless.

It is still as if the soul is being pulled in, and the time, space and distance have become infinitely chaotic and compressed into blocks, but unlike Voldemort's memories of 50 years ago, Voldemort did not see the supreme throne, he only felt that he was walking on A pitch-black passage, and at the same time, there was a pulling force that almost tore him apart from under his feet, and a scrutinizing gaze accompanied by a majestic and cold voice sounded in his ears: "The body without life, and the soul have already died. Lost petals, you are neither the living nor the dead, wandering outside the cracks of the times, the blood of my descendants residing in the magical formation... You have embraced heresy, I, Salazar Slytherin There is no need for a disqualified person to be my successor..."

As the words fell, Voldemort felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer deep in his soul, piercing his heart, he couldn't help but began to vomit blood, and a large amount of dark red also showed his fingers as he opened his mouth.

"Voldy! What's wrong with you? Voldy!"

Tom's voice seemed to come from far away, and Voldemort felt that the cunning guard was hitting at the weak point of his spiritual connection, which was fatal, at least for Voldemort's current physical condition.

Voldemort failed to withstand the resistance of the basilisk's will, he was backlashed, and his already unstable soul was even more injured at this moment. Before losing consciousness, the only thing Voldemort had time to do was to throw Nagini from his wrist. At the same time, a pre-transcribed magic scroll was torn apart... A long silver dragon shot out along with the white light. Seeing the effect of the magic, Voldemort pulled the corners of his mouth in relief, but he choked out blood mist.

Then...he really didn't know anything.