[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

"How do you know he won't taste it?" Snape listened to Harry's plan with a heavy face.

"Pain, magic power, and the decay of the main organs of the body belong to Quirrell, and he only needs the soul stabilizing potion. It proves that he can't feel Quirrell's senses at all." Harry smiled: "He even covered Quirrell The garlic used for the stench of corpses has not been smelled. It will take three days to stabilize the potion, and the manipulation will be on the second night, and I will arrange for the elf to test his sense of taste, and then we will be sure."

"This can't be effective immediately, and it must have a stable potion effect." Harry pursed his lips, "You can do it, right?"

"The medicine will be added from the third time." Snape frowned, "If he tampers with the Philosopher's Stone, he will be more easily fooled."

"No, no, the refinement of the Philosopher's Stone requires a lot of life. As soon as he touches the stone, it will absorb the power on it. Although the effect is not as good as the potion, it is too dangerous, and it is too risky. " Harry shook his head in refusal, then looked at Snape and said, "He didn't kill me because I was still useful, and he had a handle on me."

"Snake language, Dark Mark, these will make me directly his heir." Harry rubbed his face and looked at his hands: "Although I don't use a wand, it doesn't prevent me from knowing how many lives are in these hands."

"But what you are doing now is called saving." Snape hugged Harry, "If you want to be the savior, you must have some privileges, understand?"

"Understood." Harry nodded.

Back in the dormitory, Harry looked at Draco who was already asleep and breathed a sigh of relief, at least he didn't have to worry about being taught another lesson.

"Harry." After the door closed, Harry heard a voice in a bad tone.

"Hi~ haven't you slept yet?" Harry looked at Draco, who looked the same as Snape just now, feeling a little apprehensive.

"I think my Professor Potter still remembers, tonight's class." Draco stood in front of Harry with arms folded.Harry felt the difference when he got close. The issue of aura is still very important.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed Draco's cheeks with his hands, "I'm sorry, I really have to go out in a hurry."

"I also believe that your haste is enough to get the attention of all the Slytherins. If that's what you were aiming for, I'll tell you that you did a good job." Draco clapped Harry's hand, tense The little face softened.

"I'll explain this to you later, but not now." Harry shrugged. "So even if they noticed I wouldn't say anything."

"Harry!" Draco stared at Harry who didn't care.Harry rubbed his hair, "Okay, today is my fault, I will make up for it tomorrow."

"Harry."

"Good night."

The next day, everyone noticed the anomaly between Harry and Draco.Although Harry usually got up early to go to Gryffindor for breakfast, there was no day when he would wake up earlier than Draco.Urquhart found Harry packed up after morning practice, and his movement was not small.

"Ha..." Urquhart ignored him, and Harry disappeared at the entrance.

And this was just the beginning. During class, the two no longer sat in the same row on both sides of the corridor tacitly. There was no dispute. Even the professors found that Harry had learned more than they thought.

The only time the two interacted with each other each day was when Harry taught Draco Occlumency, but Draco's progress and Harry's no longer moaning about the hard training in his head reduced the only communication between the two of them.Every day, the exhausted Draco watched Harry shake his head and go out, not knowing that Harry had returned last night until he was woken up the next morning.

The brewing of the soul stabilizing potion was carried out late at night, and Harry felt a little bit emotional that Snape had insisted on taking a bath and changing his coat every day recently in order not to let other professors notice, making him look a lot more handsome.

On the eve of Halloween, Harry looked at the false memory of the dance party in Draco's mind, twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrew his mind-taking, turned and left the dormitory, today was the first time to drug Voldemort.

Harry took the added soul stabilizing potion, and only added a small amount of Tannitigen, which can increase the fusion of Voldemort and Quirrell's bodies. This is after Harry's plan to let the two die together failed last time. Thinking of it, Voldemort in the soul state can never be eliminated, only with a body, since he can coexist with Quirrell, it means that Quirrell can be accepted.

In the past ten days, Harry has found that Quirrell has no reaction to some irritating foods, which proves that his sense of taste has disappeared.And this potion, Harry would not have any problems drinking it himself, because his body could also accept Voldemort's remnant soul.

[Very good] Watching Harry swallow the potion, Voldemort motioned him to stand aside, which was why Harry didn't dare to use the drug directly.

Half an hour later, Harry didn't respond. Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's body to drink the potion. At this time, his facial features on the back of Quirrell's head were very clear, as if he could get out of this body at any time, but Harry knew that he There is no such ability at all.

【I heard that the gamekeeper sent you an invitation. 】Voldemort raised his chin slightly, of course he doesn't have a chin now, just raised his lips.

[Yes, lord, he belongs to Dumbledore, I don't want to have too much contact with him.You know, simple people are always sensitive. 】Harry lowered his head and replied,【Dumbledore already had doubts about what happened last time, I let Snape fool me, but I don't think he will give up easily. 】

【Snape, what does our Potions Master know? ] Voldemort sneered, the traitor who had doubted himself from the very beginning.

【He knows your identity. 】Harry replied cautiously. He needs to wait for some time today to make sure that Voldemort will not notice the different effects brought about by the potion. At the same time, he also needs to let Snape start contact with Voldemort. After all, he is the one who adds the ingredients. schedule. 【He is your loyal subordinate. 】

"It seems that our Potions master has learned to speak softly." Voldemort suddenly returned to normal speech, which was actually worse than his Parseltongue.But Harry suspected that Voldemort wanted to test the monitors around him. Although the office had been cleaned by Harry, Harry had lost his trust.

"He won't forget who broke his promise and made his efforts worthless, and he won't forget who betrayed him." Voldemort was a little surprised by what Harry mentioned.

"You are really good at using your identity." Voldemort stood up and walked towards Harry.From Harry's point of view, it was Quirrell walking backwards with his back to him. No matter how terrifying Voldemort was, this kind of movement made Harry twitch.

"I'm your student, and I'm good at making use of everything around me." Harry subtly raised his position, but Voldemort would never admit it or teach him.

"Students, those who have always defeated teachers are all students." Voldemort said in a low voice.Harry didn't know how to reply, if he admitted, then he wanted to defeat Voldemort, but using Dumbledore's example to refute, I'm afraid he would die even worse.

"But those students don't regard the teacher as their master." Harry smiled lowly, "They are only students, but they are not the only ones."

"What did you say?" Voldemort's voice was puzzled.

"I want to beg you, give me the Dark Mark." Harry changed his position and knelt on one knee, estimating the time in his mind, and began to count silently.

"You know why I didn't mark you." Voldemort said angrily, "Get out."

"Yes, lord." Harry heard the voice, got up instantly, and staggered away, as if frightened, but his speed was much faster than normal.

Harry ran wildly all the way, reaching the restricted area within the calculated time, but he didn't want to run into a night walker.

"Harry?" Neville and the others just came out of the door, and when they were still in shock, they saw Harry running wildly, and their eyes were straightened with fright.Although they were together every day, they had never seen Harry so shapeless.

"How did you get here?" Harry looked at the three of them, Ron, Hermione, and Neville.

"This——" Neville hesitated, "We made an appointment with Draco for a duel, but he didn't come. Filch found us and didn't remember the way, so we ran here."

"Duel?!" Harry looked at a portrait at the end of the corridor, which chose to pretend to be asleep.Harry looked at Hermione who was not looking well, Ron who was blushing a little, and Neville who was helpless and hesitant, and sighed, "I'll send you back first, you can't stay here."

With Harry leading the way, the three of them quickly walked on the right path and avoided Filch, and Harry also understood the cause of the matter. In the end, there was still less time to pay attention to their development here. It turned out that the two sides had conflicts because of him.

Harry and Snape had discussed tonight that Slytherin was not allowed to go out alone, and even Snape didn't go out of confinement today. "The professor got angry today, so none of the Slytherins can come out for a night tour." Harry said to the three in front of the Gryffindor tower: "What I saw tonight, I will explain it to you in the library tomorrow."

"Harry, what's wrong with you and Malfoy?" Hermione looked at Harry and frowned, "Anyone can see—"

"Hermione, don't worry too much, get ready for Halloween. I remember last time you said that the bow knot worked well, so you want to give me a Halloween costume in return." Honeydukes' fondant bow has a light taste, with a smell Without the smell of Quirrell, the girls in Gryffindor don't have erudite and careful seniors, no preparations at home, no classmates with fantastic ideas, so Harry can only worry about it.

"It's already done, but I haven't been able to catch you recently." Hermione glanced at Harry complainingly, and he surrendered with both hands.