Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

long long ago.

Perhaps it should be said after a long time.

Lord Voldemort, who was defeated by the Gryffindor boys, went back in time and adopted his young self.

Because he has a golden finger who knows the historical trajectory, the Dark Lord, who had little interest in Muggles and even looked down upon him, has changed the past—he entered Hogwarts as he wished, as a professor, and legally Reasonably, no one can expel him without reason. If it can solve his dilapidated body, what is more wonderful than this?

The great Lord Voldemort returned to Hogwarts almost full of joy, yes, almost, because the starting point of this sentence will be established every time the Supreme Sovereign sees his young self── "Tom Riddle! You give me Get out of my lab!"

Being teased again, the handsome gentleman standing in front of the stage unknowingly stiffened his beautiful face, his lacquer-like eyes were frozen with ice, while the caretaker whom he pointed at in anger was only smiling Sitting on the table shaking his feet: "Don't be so serious, Voldy, you will grow old quickly──"

He could accurately touch the sugar bowl without lowering his head. Tom, who took out the sweet candy from the honey-colored ceramic, squinted his eyes, and put the attractive black candy into his mouth. It melted in the mouth and immediately dissolved on the tip of his tongue. The liquid is slightly bitter, and it has an intoxicating aroma while relieving sweetness, making the sugar addicted boy squint his eyes: "[-]% dark chocolate, I just like this ratio, Voldy prepares it specially for me every time Come on, Daddy, you really love me very much──”

In fact, it was the candy that Voldemort used to deodorize after drinking the cough syrup, but as an adult, Voldemort would not make any excuses specifically, so he just snorted lightly: "I said, if you If you use that term to call me, I will throw you back to the reformatory... Besides, if your self-righteousness has been satisfied, then the door is over there, you can do what you want."

"Voldy~~ You are always like this, don't be so heartless──"

The boy's protest sounded quite sad, but Voldemort, who had long been accustomed to it, raised his chin with knotted eyebrows, and leveled the proportion of the ancient potion spread on the work table with a curse... from the left First rotate 72 times and then put Guarabel grass, hit the pot edge on the right side three times, then turn five times with one foot on hips, and quickly rotate counterclockwise 68 times with the left hand, then throw in a tablespoon of star grass while the rabbit is jumping, and then inside After the liquid turned into a clear night sky color, sprinkle the sun pollen of the three fingernails, then stand on the edge of the cauldron to perform the Black Swan 72 spiral, and then...

──What kind of potion step is this!

Hell...!What the hell...!

Voldemort, who almost threw the formula into the fire, kneaded the formula sheet into paper balls one at a time, and then flattened it again. The gold dust on a few ingredients fell off as a result, but it had no effect on Voldemort, who had memorized it by heart. .

He put down the stirring rod, and with his mind, took a can of golden powder with blurred labels and many dried light golden petals from the shelf, but Tom jumped off the desk at some point and walked to the cauldron without saying a word , staring at the yellow-green liquid with air bubbles pouring out: "What is this? It looks disgusting!"

Tom had always stayed away from classes like potions that needed to add a lot of strange ingredients, not to mention that the products in Voldemort's pot really didn't sell well?But Voldemort just replied without raising his head after taking the raw materials: "Potion."

...well, at least he didn't answer for drinks or pills or ointments, but something like that...?

Tom looked at the pot of yellow-green liquid sympathetically. The mysterious substance in the cauldron was gradually purifying and thickening with heating, and slowly emitting a strange smell as Voldemort stirred it.

...how weird?Hmm... Please imagine the organic fertilizers in the farmland, the flush toilets that have been broken for four or five days, the smell of septic tanks and vomit, and exaggerate it a hundred times. After all, this kind of Can someone really drink something?

Tom stared at Voldemort closely, wanting to pay attention to his next move, but saw his caretaker frown after stirring in a circle from the left with a stirring stick for a while, then turned to Tom and said, "You'll disturb me here, if it's okay You can go out now."

"I want to learn potions from you, Voldy, what kind of potion are you making?"

Tom was a little surprised. This was the first time Voldemort chased him away. From this, it can be seen that there must be something special about this potion, maybe—

"No matter what you're thinking, it's not what you think, now, get out!"

"I don't want to, Voldy, did you forget that you fainted and almost burned your hair when you mixed the potion last time? And you also said that as long as I want you, everything belongs to me, so now I want to learn your potion Technology, you can't drive me away!"

Tom immediately refused, Voldemort's eyes seemed to be on fire, and his pale and bloodless face seemed to become flushed, he stared at Tom for almost a minute, and then heard the sound of big liquid bubbles popping in the cauldron Covering his nose, he threw something into the cauldron: "I'm going to mix a very forbidden potion, you shouldn't see that process!"

"I'll learn, Voldy, you can't protect me forever." Tom insisted on looking at Voldemort, he didn't understand why his caregiver couldn't help avoiding it while his face turned dark red his sight.

"..."

"?"

"...You...forget it...I don't believe that this potion has to be made according to these steps..." Voldemort turned his head loose, but still stared at Tom fiercely: "Anyway, I let you stay , but you are not allowed to make trouble for me."

"Hmm~~Voldy is the best, I love you!"

Tom immediately showed a big smile when he heard the words, and opened his arms to take the opportunity to misbehave, but Voldemort quickly flashed over, shaking his cloak and making a long nasal sound at the same time: "You're disobedient just now?"

"I'm overexcited, Voldy, go ahead~~"

Tom, who was empty in his arms, shook his hands, and fell down regretfully. He obediently went to the side to help Voldemort chop the mandala magic grass and balan flower leaves. While chopping and flattening, he watched the liquid in Voldemort's cauldron form Inky frozen.

──How did it agglomerate?

Of course, after Voldemort just added the seasoning and stirred it, the surface was as smooth as a mirror, which could clearly illuminate the person reflected in the cauldron from the eyebrows to the eyelashes, and the original rotten smell disappeared, leaving only a faint smell. The delicate fragrance of wafting from the rotten porridge-like surface with every turn of Voldemort's stirring rod.

Tom felt that the smell was not bad. His nose twitched. After chopping up the grass root materials, he pulled a few pieces of psychedelic green tea and pressed them in the mortar one by one. Then he held the small bowl and blinked while grinding. Blinking, he stared at the other medicinal ingredients displayed on the processing table with innocent eyes full of thirst for knowledge, and said, "There are so many medicinal ingredients that I haven't seen before... Voldy, what kind of potion are you concocting?"

"The panacea for rowdy children, Mr. Ridge, I'm sure you can't wait to try it."

The Dark Lord's steady arm was fixed, and the black feather-like eyelashes relaxed. He seemed to be in a good mood for unknown reasons. He showed a narrow smile at Tom, but it was very incredible——Tom actually Knowing that Voldemort didn't mean that at all, he just responded casually without caring: "Well, it doesn't matter, as long as Voldy is willing to borrow me to experiment with the new homework assigned by Professor Slughorn."

"What does that old braggart want you to do again?"

It seemed that his impression of Slughorn was not very satisfactory, Voldemort just withdrew his smile in boredom, turned his attention back to the big cauldron that had turned into a jelly shape, and impatiently tapped the side of the pot with his wand .

The frozen liquid immediately dissolved like dry ice exposed to the air, turning into a pink semi-solidified gas, which quickly dissipated as it was heated.

Although the momentum was quite violent, Voldemort was already psychologically prepared, so he didn't panic. He just looked at the cauldron calmly and continued to move, but Tom's answer made him choke, and the wand in his hand almost fell off. Tossed under the cauldron to become food for magical fireworks.

...what did he say?

Cough...judging from Tom's answer──

"Voldy, you really are, even if you really don't want to drink my love potion or denatured water, you don't have to react so violently that you dive into the pot..."

dry cough……

That's right, that's it...

Tom, dumbfounded, grabbed Voldemort's clothes from behind, preventing him from being unsteady when he was stirring the potion while standing on the raised platform, but Tom's movements were still too slow, because Voldemort's eyes were blurred by the smoke, and he described himself in a panic. up.

The poor man who suffered an innocent disaster because of the cheap nephew's words was naturally annoyed, he didn't care about the condition of his eyes, he wiped his face and then turned his head and growled: "Tom-mu!"

"How many times have I said this! Don't play tricks on me when I'm concocting potions or performing magical experiments! Are you going to wait until I'm more seriously injured to take it to heart?"

"Voldy... that... your eyes?"

Tom, who knew he had made a mistake, obediently let go of Voldemort after he stood up. He carefully looked at Voldemort's eyes that were still streaming with tears, his tone of concern was filled with hesitation. He saw that Voldemort's eyes were red and swollen with tears shining, Tentatively, he wanted to hold his hand, but Voldemort ruthlessly shook his hand away.

Tom was stunned, moved his hand that was slapped sorely, and his voice lowered, he approached Voldemort lightly, hugged him through the air and said, "Voldy, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, if you want If you want to be punished, it's up to you, next time I really... swear in the name of my ancestors, there will really be no next time in the future."

"..."

Voldemort backed away without answering, escaped from Tom's entanglement, and frowned painfully while pressing his throbbing eyelids: "It's good to know that you made a mistake, the process of making this potion can't be interrupted for too long, please help first." , tell me the remaining dose of the potion in the pot now?"

"Oh... the pink smoke has probably evaporated by half... What are you going to do next?"

"What—?"

The poor Dark Lord rubbed his eyes hard, but it only deepened the pain on his eyelids. He fumbled for a mixing stick or a recipe sheet, but his blindness made him frustrated and his face turned pale. Gloomy... This potion is an ancient prescription, and it is really important to his physical condition. He can only collect enough materials for one preparation, and he can't fail...

So Voldemort had no choice but to entrust this responsibility to his clone with anxiety, and asked Tom to pick up his mixing stick and follow the recipe.

The boy's bunny hop and one-handed-on-hip jumping movements brought out muffled sounds, which echoed in the small room where only the sound of magic fireworks and potions being heated, sounded extraordinarily loud, and made Voldemort's brows gather deeper and deeper. .

nothing will happen...

hope……

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After all, they are from the same school and are the same person who exists in the future world. Tom's deployment techniques are actually quite proficient, and some actions that do not meet the age and make Voldemort feel embarrassed are not a problem for Tom at all. Tom had done a good job with the potion, but the last few steps, the part that required identifying the potion, had to rely entirely on experience.

Those who have previewed in textbooks may be able to know that bezoar is taken from the stomach of a cow, but they may not be able to know how the body of bezoar is born, and this kind of thing that cannot be distinguished due to lack of experience is now encountered by Tom.

He couldn't tell the difference between star grass and sun pollen, because Voldemort didn't leave a mark when he took it off, and these two herbs didn't belong to any herbs he had studied. Faced with this dilemma, what should Tom do?

Asking the mean-spirited Dark Lord classmate was obviously the quickest way, but his dear foster would just tell Tom to pick the gold one and couldn't understand why Tom couldn't even tell such a shallow difference, and asked him Judge for yourself?

Tom looked at the relatively fine powder in his left hand and the gold powder in his right hand in embarrassment, and finally made a decision—since one is grass and the other is pollen, it must be finer pollen, right?

Tom thought, although he was still uncertain, he still put the gold powder in his hand into the pot before the gas in the pot completely evaporated──

Phew... touch!

white light.

lightning.

Exploding cauldron.

After the explosion of thunder, who strangled whose neck in the smoke?

And who opened his eyes wide after the other party bowed down to laugh with him?

After the glaring smoke disappeared, the boy who hung the man by his collar blinked his eyes.

With a expressionless face, he let go of the man with red and swollen eyelids, and fell to the ground, looking at the handsome face that he had to look up to face, frowning: "...Tom Ruidou?"

"Huh? Voldy...my eyes hurt...it seems like smoke is getting into my eyes..."

"..."

Apart from being expressionless, Voldemort didn't know what expression to use to respond, Voldemort silently stared at the tearful Tom in his clothes, who looked as haggard as he could say, with distress He rubbed his chest, wanting to cough habitually, but after Voldemort opened his mouth, he was stunned, and at the same time looked puzzledly at "Voldemort" who was coughing so loudly that he couldn't stop rubbing his chest trying to breathe.

"Cough... cough cough... cough cough cough..."

"...I thought, maybe the experiment made me too tired, I should go back and have a rest..."

Voldemort looked down at himself in school uniform, then at his other self who was coughing, and pressed on his temple, only to feel the pain there like a pinprick, even worse than before the illness... dizzy and maddening...