Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Voldemort led Tom to Diagon Alley.

One after the other.

Along the way, Tom noticed that this elegant gentleman walked slowly and cautiously, even a little sluggishly, and that if he walked a little faster, he would cough profusely.

His pale complexion flushes when he coughs, and he looks like those pretty women on the street who smear their blushes with a morbid blush, and his bloodless lips become brighter every time they are covered with a handkerchief. Run, Tom noticed Voldemort's handkerchief protruding from his pocket, and the shocking red color on it made him a little uneasy.

...This relative he found with great difficulty, will die soon...

"I won't die, because my name means flying away from death (Note [-])."

As if reading Tom's mind, Voldemort, who was walking in front, turned his head and coughed, Tom was stunned.

He stopped, then looked up at Voldemort, who would take at least several years to catch up in height, and asked in a low voice, "But the name Flying away from Death doesn't mean that he is always threatened by death?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, his blank expression made Tom realize that he seemed to have said something wrong, but it didn't take long for Voldemort to cough again.

Coughing and laughing, he coughed up blood without concealing it, and then squeezed it with his thumb.

"You're right, dear Tom..." he said softly, "Why haven't I thought about it?"

The unwiped blood stained Voldemort's lower lip bright red, but Voldemort didn't care at all, he just stared at Voldemort with a gaze that made Tom uncomfortable, and then said vaguely: "Maybe by then I will change the name... to Conquer Death, because there is nothing that can threaten the great Dark Lord."

The soft voice surrounded Tom like velvet. Tom felt a little shy and uncomfortable being watched by Voldemort, but he didn't lower his head.

He just stared blankly into Voldemort's eyes, with a slight sigh.

Voldemort... really admirable.

If the future can develop according to his expectations, Tom thought, he would become such an adult.

Noble, confident, majestic and in control of everything.

It was the embodiment of Tom's ideal, and he couldn't help but admire Voldemort, because looking at him was like looking at his ideal future self.

Tom's eyes dropped as if he couldn't bear Voldemort's gaze, but his fists were clenched in his fat sleeves, and determination flashed in his eyes.

... No, he will overcome him, because no one can be above him.

...the divider for the moon...

...this damn dilapidated body...

There was another violent cough that almost made him unable to stand, and Voldemort grabbed his chest, his fingers digging deep into the flesh.

He had to be quite patient to stand firm against the wall, and the worried and anxious eyes behind him made Voldemort want to laugh.

He—who is Lord Voldemort?

Nobody can worry about the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord doesn't need to care.

"I won't die, because my name means flying away from death..." He turned his head and said to his young self in a confident tone, but Tom's rhetorical question made Voldemort a little bit at a loss for words.

Was it to tell Tom that his name was just a silly word game?

He didn't want to let the ideals of himself in the past be disillusioned──With Voldemort's experience, he had already seen Tom's thoughts clearly, and it was better to have more people worshiping him than one less.

What's more, worship is the furthest distance from understanding?

The farther you look, the harder it is to see the reality under the light. This is a good thing for Voldemort, whose physical strength is still unable to support the use of forbidden magic.

He wants to lead Tom to worship himself.

Give everything.

Instead of his magic as an arm.

Then at the end complete all the steps for Voldemort to achieve his second coming.

"Kid...want to learn magic?" Leading Tom into the Leaky Cauldron where only wizards could see, Voldemort smiled into Tom's strange eyes.

"As long as you can learn, I will give you everything I have..."

Then, get it back with interest...

(Note [-]: Voldemort French, fly away from death

Name pronunciation: VOL-duh-more, the last t is silent. )