[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

The savior had been missing for nine years. Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him and said with a kind smile, "Neville, do you remember the time when you were a kid and stayed at the Potters' house?"

Neville shook his head. He had a bad memory since he was a child, even if he couldn't remember what happened yesterday, let alone such a small thing.

Mrs. Longbottom shook her head with a smile, "Albus, you are really embarrassing us Neville. Since he was injured, his memory has not been very good."

"I just don't want the Potter family to die in vain." Dumbledore's complexion changed slightly, and he stroked his beard. "If even Neville can't remember them, who else can?"

Mrs. Longbottom was speechless, yes, people will only remember the successful ones forever, just like their own son and daughter-in-law, lying in St. Mungo's like this.

"It's enough for us to remember. Everyone has been looking forward to peace for a long time." Mrs. Longbottom looked at Dumbledore. The old man was working too hard. "Harry, haven't you found it yet?"

"There is no news. I don't know where those crazy Death Eaters took him captive. If this name hadn't been on the admission list, I would have almost given up." Dumbledore always had a smile on his face. It's gone too, "Perhaps, we can only rely on the owl who entered school to find him. I don't know how much more suffering this child will suffer." Will he become a qualified savior.

"Where are the people in the Order of the Phoenix?" Madam Longbottom sighed, she knew what Dumbledore meant.

"They want to protect Neville and work hard in the Ministry of Magic. For the sake of the magic world, they can only—" Dumbledore shook his head in the middle of the sentence: "We will do our best."

"Yes." Longbottom looked at Neville, nodded and said, "Neville, when you see Harry, you must treat him well, understand? Because you have experienced many things together when you were young."

That afternoon, a large amount of property was transferred to the Order of the Phoenix.

In the dark night, Harry looked at the young man in front of him, "Qurillos, I really appreciate you."

"Your Excellency, do you really, really agree that I will follow you?" Quirrell looked at the boy in front of him. Although he was in the shape of a child, his figure was outlined in a black tuxedo and a scarlet bow tie. The dress gloves playfully fiddled with the long hair brushed back of the head. This posture is not suitable for any ten-year-old child, but it is very suitable for the child who has just been made a baron in front of him.

"Does a little baron still have the right to choose his attendants? It's ridiculous." A figure flashing from the darkness appeared beside the two of them.Harry squinted at the visitor: "Why, is a—— non-human creature jealous? Or do you think you are too old to seduce young girls?"

"Only you wizards will willingly become someone else's attendant." Roland snorted.

"A person with more than 80 blood slaves is qualified to say this?" Harry retorted and motioned Quirrell to stand up.

"Are you envious?" Roland showed his face, his exquisite appearance made Quirrell, who was peeking at him, stagnate.Roland smiled: "Your attendant has already been fascinated by me, do you want more?"

Harry turned to look at Quirrell: "He is an ambitious person, unlike you, who is obsessed with beauty. I don't know who the person who wanted to attack a child was."

"Are you saying that you are that beauty?" Roland mockingly denied, but from his blinking movements and his quickly disappearing figure, it could be seen that he was guilty.

"Master, he—he treats you?"

"I took an aging agent and beat him into a bat." Harry looked at Quirrell who had regained his sanity quickly, "Yes, very few people can recover so quickly after seeing his masked face."

"When my subordinate was studying at Hogwarts, I was lucky enough to meet Patriarch Malfoy. Although he was only 17 years old at the time, his appearance made him immune to even the most beautiful people." Quirrell smiled obsequiously: "Master If he is an adult, he must be more handsome than Malfoy."

"Then am I cute now?" Harry opened his blue eyes, blinked, and looked at Quirrell with his mouth pouted.Quirrell nodded sharply: "Cute, cute."

"Is cute used to describe a man?" Harry leaned back, his expression changed back to the indifferent look just now, Nagini caught him smoothly and let him lean on him, like a snakeskin sofa. "Drink this, forgive you." Harry threw the red wine in his hand to Quirrell, his tone very cold.After Quirrell took a gulp, Harry's face softened.

He seems to have found a master with a bad temper, Quirrell swallowed, and had confidence in the child who destroyed the cannibal earl's castle.

Three days later, Harry took five bought slaves to a wooden door that had been peeled off, and first used a restoration method to restore the wooden door corroded by the potion.

"Lord, would you like to take a look at the candidates for this time?" One of the benefits of the Eastern European region is that there is never a lack of underground business here.

"I want the one behind you." Voldemort said, Harry raised his head suddenly, stretched his hand back, and Cruciatus had already hit Quirrell.

"Who allowed you to come here!" Harry's green eyes were wide open, his facial features were almost twisted together, looking very hideous.

"Lord, lord, me," the pain was severe, but Quirrell knew intuitively that if Harry was let go, he would still be alive, but the person called lord inside would probably kill him.

"Why, reluctant?" Voldemort said again, and it could be heard from his tone that he was in a good mood now.

"No, Lord." Harry looked at the five slaves behind him, and with a wave of his hand, the flames of hell burned the five slaves who had no time to speak to ashes.Nagini appeared in front of Harry, nodded, lowered his body and dragged Quirrell into the room with his collar in his mouth.

"Go and see if the potion is finished?" Voldemort has been able to transform his upper body, but it's a pity that he can't use magic now.Harry lowered his head. Many times, he was the first to test the potions he brewed for the lord, but this time, he was a little nervous, and the lord would definitely notice his slightly trembling fingers.

"Lord, Quirillos he—"

"Go and drink the medicine." Voldemort attributed Harry's reaction to being reluctant to part with this subordinate, and it was not time for him to win over those people.

Harry didn't dare to speak. He put the potion into the cup and blew it to cool slightly. He didn't dare to drink it too slowly, but he couldn't drink it all.Despite disappearing without a trace, a small amount of the potion still entered his mouth. "It's done, lord."

Voldemort was very satisfied with Harry's performance and put his soul into the potion.Soon the black soul threw itself into Quirrell's body on the ground, with a familiar surge, and burning marks soon appeared on Quirrell's hair and body, which was different from the direct rot in the past.

Harry backed away slowly, stepping on Nagini's tail.The silver snake noticed Harry's movements were different, straightened up and attacked Harry.The fangs cut Harry's arm, but also made Harry throw the corrosive potion he had prepared into its mouth.Voldemort's roar sounded as the silver snake rolled, but he didn't know that this time his anger didn't affect Harry.

Apparate.Harry endured the constant dizziness and burning sensation of dehydration in his head, and he only hoped that his luck was good enough.

London, Spider's End, the sound of a drunk man falling into a puddle did not attract the attention of others, but the subsequent fluctuations did attract one's attention.

Snape walked to the end of the alley and looked at the child who caused the surrounding magic fluctuations just now. The clothes on his body were very delicate and the material was not bad. When he turned the person over, the blue and yellow complexion and the chapped and bloody lips came into view. Who laid hands on a child?

Harry's eyes were blurred, but he could smell the bitter scent of the potion, "Nah, Nagini's poison. Help me, Snape."