Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Proceeding along the street, Tom and Voldemort finally stopped in front of a snow-white building. This house named Gringotts was much higher than the surrounding small shops.Next to it were goblins in uniforms of crimson and gold standing guard at the shiny bronze gate.

Voldemort noticed Tom's curious expression, but he had no intention of explaining. He just slowly stepped up the stone steps, walking towards the goblin on the same snow-white steps.

──I have to say that the so-called "fairies" are completely different from the images in fantasy novels. They have short stature, dark skin and greedy eyes. Their pointed beards make them look like some kind of animal that is good at punching holes. Relatives, but their overly long fingers are reminiscent of water ghosts.

Hmm, ugly weirdo.

Tom was actually a little nervous when he walked past the two goblins guarding the door, because their blinking eyes made Tom uncomfortable, but when he and Voldemort walked past them side by side, the two goblins were very nervous. Politely bent down and bowed deeply to their backs.

Although Voldemort walked by without even looking at it, Tom paused. In the past life in the orphanage, Tom was always regarded as a monster, despised and hated, although he would always use his special ability Come to revenge, but after revenge, it will only feel empty, and where will there be the pleasure of being politely welcomed as the master now?

To be respected, Tom was sure he liked it, though, was just being bowed.

...One day, he will make the whole world respect him.

...the divider for the moon...

Not far after passing the gate guarded by two goblins, Voldemort and Tom soon faced the second gate.

It was a silver and imposing heavy door, with some words engraved in cursive script on it──

"Come in, stranger, but beware of the consequences of greed.

For those who only know how to take but don't know how to give, they will definitely get the most severe retribution.

So if you are looking for wealth hidden in the ground that is not yours.

Thief, then you have to be careful to find more than treasure. "

The shiny metal made Tom wonder if the door was made of sterling silver, so he lingered on it for a long time, but Voldemort, who thought he was reading the words on it, sneered, and lowered his head. Next to Tom, he hissed and whispered, "Don't worry, the guardians here are just a few dragons at most..."

"I didn't think so──"

"Hehe...I know..."

For no reason, the understated and condescending tone made Tom feel a little displeased, he turned his face away to let Voldemort walk ahead first, but he couldn't help but glance behind Voldemort.

...he didn't want to be looked down upon by Voldemort.

No way.

After they passed through the silver door, two more goblins bowed to them, and then they came to a hall all paved with marble, in which there were about 100 goblins sitting on stools behind the counter , They scribbled their ledgers, weighed coins with brass balances, and carefully studied those precious stones through a magnifying glass.There were too many doors leading into this hall, but there were more goblins leading people in and out of these doors, and Voldemort led Tom straight to the counter.

"We're here to get some money from the warehouse." Voldemort said to the oldest looking old goblin on the left of the counter, and the old goblin with a wheat-yellow beard tipped his glasses indifferently: "Young man , I am not in charge of an ordinary warehouse, take your key and find the young man next to me."

His eyes swept over Voldemort, but Voldemort's hand passed through the counter and grabbed the old goblin's neckline, "No, it's you I'm looking for..."

"Heir of Slytherin has come to fetch his belongings. 』

Voldemort spoke to the frightened old goblin in a gasping hissing snake language, and the old goblin dropped the book he was holding on his knees, and his blue eyes, which were narrowed into thin slits and covered by thick lenses, also widened Surprised light...

"Honorable master... Please Jundel take you to Warehouse No. [-]."

The crooked old goblin knelt down on one knee with his hands crossed in front of his chest, and lowered his head deeply, attracting the attention of several younger goblins around him, but he didn't realize it, just waited quietly, after a long time──

"I, Lord Voldemort, allow you to lead the way."

"It's an honor, MyLord..."

The old goblin smiled and opened his wrinkled face as if he had received some reward, but immediately lowered his head deeply respectfully, and then he walked in front with a hunchback, and at the back, Tom was surprised. Voldemort was not walking slowly.

"...Voldy, what is Slytherin? 』Seeing Old Del's condescending reaction, Tom couldn't bear to be patiently curious. He lowered his voice and asked Voldemort softly, and then saw the old goblin's waist bent even lower with some satisfaction in his heart.

"Our ancestor, Salazar Slytherin (Salazar. Slytherin). 』

He simply explained to Tom, but the thoughts in his mind spread slightly, Slytherin, what is it?

──That is the best school in the wizarding world──Hogwarts──The best college, founded by the greatest wizard ever, Salazar Slytherin who advocates pure blood, and with his His surname is the first name to inherit his spirit.

Slytherin, noble as silver, yet true to himself, full of desire, yet self-aware.

Authority, power, elegance and self-confidence, Slytherins have their own nobility, but wisdom has never been discarded.

──They are the only group of wizards that should exist in the magic world.

Thinking of the discrimination he received in Dumbledore's Snake House, Voldemort became a little annoyed. The old lion had paid close attention to him when he was a student, and even recklessly blocked his way back to Slytherin. Gewarts had become his voice because of Albus being the Headmaster, but it won't be like this now—

The heir of Slytherin will return to his land, just as Lord Voldemort will return at last.

The sudden coughing in the lung cavity disrupted Voldemort's thoughts, it felt as if he was about to cough up his lungs, dizziness and weakness took over his entire body, Voldemort felt that he was about to be unable to breathe, because the cough that was continuously spreading from the lung cavity The tremor almost choked him.

He couldn't help but stop and cough, the snow-white handkerchief was soon stained by the dark red hot liquid, and Voldemort gasped with the sweetness in his throat... Let's just wait, this damn body deprived him of the pursuit of his dreams right.

Magic can be used as a shield and a sharp sword to protect oneself and attack the enemy, but magic is also the most dangerous beast. Excessive and forceful use will only drain the few vitality in this body, and even if Voldemort gets angry or His physical condition would cause him to be out of breath even if he walked fast, and even if he tried to mobilize his magic power, he would twitch in pain.

Voldemort pushed away his worrying support as a child, but Tom still persistently pulled Voldemort's hand to his shoulder.

Voldemort glanced at Tom.

Tom looked back calmly.

Then the two moved slowly in silence──under the circumstance that... Voldemort had an extra humanoid crutch.