Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

The recent war has not been smooth.

The coalition forces, which were originally overwhelming, fell to the sand in the Soviet Union, and the British battlefield, which was fought on two fronts, also returned home. The layout of the war seemed to be seen through everywhere by the enemy on the opposite side. Looking at Grindelwald whose eyes were gradually filled with gloom due to the defeat in the war, Voldemort curled his lips secretly.

Joyful, lightly mocking, and a little unclear.

Since the failed ritual at Hogwarts that day, Voldemort, who started Podge, has fallen into Grindelwald's hands.

It was not a coincidence or accident, but the old devil's cunning and deliberate deliberation. Grindelwald, who had long been on guard against Voldemort, realized that he had controlled Voldemort's subordinates and house elves, and modified Voldemort's The life-saving magic circle and Pochi's destination, so when the seriously injured Voldemort was teleported to the designated point, it was not the worried subordinates and crying house-elves that greeted the tired Dark Lord, but the smiling Grindelwald and the line of fingers Holding his staff.

Seeing the overwhelming superiority of the Old Demon King, Voldemort could only choose to lie dormant even though he was aggrieved and furious.

Dormant.

Not surrender, but dormancy.

Coiled up his body like a snake, restrained his fangs and pretended to be harmless, appeared in the purest posture, waited for the opportunity and then counterattacked.

Voldemort made a deal with Grindelwald with ingenious language and a price that made him feel heartbroken. What he paid was nothing more than ceded land and compensation, loss of freedom and resources to suppress self-esteem, but what he got in exchange was nothing that the old devil hardly needed to spend. Little effort.

The extremely unequal treaty made the narrow-minded Voldemort grit his teeth in anger. He vowed to give this shameless German a good look once he ascended to the sky. , no matter when he was recovering from the injury or after the injury, he stayed with him every step of the way, the level of vigilance was only short of walking with Voldemort on his belt.

──Staring like this, preventing anyone from getting in touch with Voldemort, this ambitious young man can't figure it out, right?

Grindelwald definitely thought so, but for Voldemort, he just smiled contemptuously in his heart.

──No way?

How can it be?

He, Voldemort, was a miraculous and incredible existence. Having escaped death seven times, he was only defeated by fate, and apart from fate, nothing could be more difficult than the omnipotent Dark Lord.

Yes.

No.

Even if it was the original failure, strictly speaking, Voldemort killed himself.

Thinking that he had become the only voice in the wizarding world, but because of superstitious prophecy, he had trouble with a baby, and was finally killed by his own spell reflection, Voldemort's eyes became gloomy. Grindelwald, who was surrounded by the other party and was furious at his subordinates, hooked the corners of his mouth happily.

For Voldemort, who was always forced to stay by Grindelwald's side, it was no effort at all to hear the information. Even if he didn't want to hear it, the content of the old devil's conversation with his subordinates would still reach his eardrums... Grindelwald must He didn't expect that all the clues these days were deliberately revealed to the enemy.

Yes, their defeats these days are all caused by Voldemort. To achieve such a goal, there are many methods that can be used. For Voldemort, the easiest way is to use himself and The connection of Tom's soul can be leaked without trace.

The fragments transmitted by the soul connection are like live TV, not only the picture, but also the sound effect and video of the No.1 perspective, which can make people defensive even if they don't know the authenticity.

War is all about intelligence. When one side wants to fight, but the other side knows the other side's purpose before the other side makes a move, how do we fight?As long as it is arranged in advance, it is enough to make the leaked party drink a pot.

──Is there a jailer who supervises the restricted freedom?

Then create an opportunity for the jailer to leave.

Even with his blood wand taken away, Voldemort was confident that he could play everyone in the palm of his hand.

──43 years later, he can kill Grindelwald, who was already very old at that time, so there is no reason why he could not 43 years ago.

He won't lose to anyone, never will.

...the divider for the moon...

It was different from Voldemort who had a sneer on his face and only said "Damn you are happy to see you are unlucky."

Ever since the well-designed actions were constantly destroyed, Grindelwald's eyes are always hidden with lightning, and even in the face of close partners, he can't help casting suspicious eyes, if he doesn't feel that such methods are too rough If so, I am afraid that everyone will really take Legilimency.

──He still has such rationality, but the danger leaked from his eyes makes everyone disappear in front of him, but even if he really takes Legilimency, he can't get anything, right?

Think of Severus.Snape, the Occlumency resident, the double agent who had been lurking among the Death Eaters for more than ten years, and Voldemort, who was arrogant and did not allow himself to have any stains, couldn't help but sneered. He used to practice terror He is so insane that he plays mind-reading tricks on everyone. If he is in a bad mood, he will hit him with a Cruciatus or an Avada. The high-pressure method keeps everyone silent. No one dares to question his words, even if they are rude. The request will be done with all my might.

But such authority is only based on Voldemort's strength, just like a sandcastle on the beach, no matter how delicate and beautiful it looks, it cannot withstand the washing of sea water, it is fragile and flashy.

Voldemort knew that he had changed a long time ago, becoming arrogant and assertive. During that time, crazy and self-satisfied thoughts filled his soul. He hated Muggles, divided wizards, and even If it is not good, or if you are suffering from the sequelae of the spirit body, you will vent your anger on your subordinates. The result of being moody and capricious is that even those who worship his power and follow him reject and fear him.

Is a crazy leader still a good leader?

Can a leader who loses his wisdom and behaves rudely and only wants to overwhelm others win the sincere followers of others?

The answers to these questions are naturally one after another no, no, no.

Later Voldemort became a lonely king. His strength was unmatched in the world. He defeated Dumbledore, killed Grindelwald and captured Hogwarts. He died aggrieved by his subordinates who betrayed Water Ski and Golden Boy.

... Ironic, isn't it?

Reminiscing about the dark history of his old middle school, the pensive Voldemort drooped his long eyelashes like crow feathers, and lay lazily on the fiery red soft sofa. Although he didn't say a word, his gestures naturally emanated The collarbone under the neckline of the gorgeous and elegant pure black silk shirt still makes people blush and heartbeat, realizing that his subordinates are unknowingly distracted, Grindelwald stared coldly, with a sinister and dangerous tone: "Vol...demort! "

"...What's the matter?" Voldemort's ruby-like pupils flashed a smile in response to the threat from the old devil's gaze. He clasped his hands on his lower abdomen, playing with his thumbs in a bored manner, so leisurely that he didn't even raise his eyebrows, " Or is it that you finally can't understand my behavior of eating rice, and plan to send me out to capture Hogwarts?"

"You..." Facing Voldemort's provocation, Grindelwald, who was already furious, looked even more stiff and livid at this moment. His cane wrapped with a new wand twirled in the palm of the old devil's silk glove, and finally became annoyed. He knocked on the floor tiles, "You! Go back to my room!"

"Heh..." The old devil's unexpectedly lacking response caused Voldemort to hook his lips, and his beautiful thin lips lifted up happily. He slowly left his seat, opened the door and murmured leisurely, "Gariot , about the continuous defeat in the war, are you - are you flustered?"

The blue-green fluorescent light from the electricity almost scalded Voldemort's hair, and the attack grazed Voldemort's handsome face, leaving a trace of blood on the smooth skin and piercing through the thick mahogany door. Voldemort touched it with his thumb. The blood from the wound licked lightly, and the smile on his face raised again: "I'll wait for you, when you need to use my strength."

"There won't be that day." Seeing the smile on Voldemort's face, Grindelwald wanted to kill someone. His face was sullen, his brows were frowned, and he stared coldly at Voldemort until the man calmly left with a pleasant smile. Look away.

Although the eyes turned back, the anger was burning.

In the next meeting, Grindelwald seemed a little thoughtful and irritable, and the half-way discussion also ended without a problem because of the absence of the old devil. No one wanted to take over the anger of the German Dark Lord at this time and successfully let the Grindelwald, who everyone fled from him, fell back on the sofa angrily, but at this moment, he saw the crackling fire coming from the fireplace, and the face of his trusted nephew turned into a flame in the middle of the fire: "Uncle ……uncle……"

"..." Silently turning his gaze to the fire, Grindelwald, who was already majestic, lowered his face. Even though the expressionless gesture spanned the space and separated two fires, it still made the boy tremble a little. The image in the flames So he fluttered a little, as if he wanted to escape, but was forced back to the front of the stove: "Tom... Tom has something to talk to you about." 』

"Oh?" The unexpected request made Grindelwald raise his eyebrows, and at this moment, a handsome face very similar to Voldemort's appeared in Grindelwald's eyes instead of Wolfe's. .

"...I'm Tom.Rui Dou, Voldemort's former adopted son, Voldemort is on your side. 』

"So... do you want to trade? 』

Staring at the boy's eyes that could still convey ambition even though they were made of fire, Grindelwald smiled, and gently said, "What can you trade with me?" 』