[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

Slytherin, Harry went to Snape's office first, and repeated what he had said to Quirrell.Now Snape has increased Quirrell's suspicion in front of Dumbledore, preventing him from entering the range of Slytherin, but he himself has very little supervision of Quirrell.

"I'm going back, Dad." Harry finished, getting up to leave Snape's office.

"Draco looked for you today. I'm not involved in the affairs of the two of you, but you must know that there are many people who are concerned about your situation. If something happens because of this, I'm afraid you can't bear it yourself." Snape looked at the paused Harry, "He had many supporters back then."

"Including Malfoy." Harry paused, he knew, "I know."

"There are still many people, and they still exist today." Harry grabbed the doorknob and continued, "I know."

Back in the dormitory, Harry saw Slytherin who couldn't go out because of Snape's grounding, and shook his head: "The curfew has been long, go back and rest."

"Because you're not Slytherin?" Earl looked at Harry, with doubt and strangeness in his eyes for the first time.

"Because I'm not Slytherin." Harry smiled wryly, because he is not of Slytherin blood, so he can't directly own the castle, so if he wants to achieve his goal, he will have to pay more, and even be suspected by the whole Slytherin for this .However, his behavior was different in the eyes of the Slytherins in the room. If Harry entered Gryffindor for convenience, his actions at this time were also normal.

"Because he's a Slytherin." Draco walked out of the corridor and looked inside the common room: "First grade, go back to sleep."

"Malfoy," Earl called, but Draco didn't stop.Blaise stretched himself in the lounge, "Yeah, the curfew has been a long time." All the first graders stood up, and Pansy bowed slightly, "I don't think it will be long before my family will reply to me, I want to keep a Good spirits."

"Yeah. The decisions at home are always the most important." Nott's muffled voice ended the study of the first grade.

"Second grade, come back with me."

When Harry reached the dormitory door, only the fifth and seventh grades were left in the lounge, but he was sure they wouldn't stay up late without a reception.

"Draco, I met Neville and the others today." Harry closed the dormitory door, looked at Draco who was pouting angrily just now, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"That red-haired weasel was the one who looked for it first! And I was planning to go to the appointment!" Draco turned to face Harry, hopping.

"I told them that the professor grounded all the Slytherins today." Harry put his hands on Draco's shoulders, "Is this in line with our prince's behavior?"

"Harry, you—" Draco looked at Harry and said angrily, "Are you mocking me for not being able to control myself? Or do you want to say that I am capricious regardless of the importance or the situation?"

"I said you are a prince, not because your surname is Malfoy, nor because you are in Slytherin, because you are Draco Malfoy." Harry smiled, "I apologize, I have indeed overlooked many things these days, But I have my reasons."

"If it's not because of you, do you think you can still stay in Slytherin?" Draco looked at Harry with helplessness on his face.Harry blinked; "At the end of this semester at the latest, there must be an explanation."

"Yeah." Draco nodded, and then realized that he was still angry, his eyes widened for a moment, looking at the toothless Harry who was smiling across the way, he was immediately discouraged.

"I'll tell you the reason tomorrow, rest first." Harry patted Draco on the shoulder, and pushed his primary school student to sleep.Harry looked out the window. Iggy, who he sent out, has not returned yet. Does it mean that things have changed?

The next day, Draco watched the Parseltongue hissing out of Harry's mouth and the changes in the dormitory, his eyes were a little straight, lying among the velvet pillows inherited from Slytherin, Draco listened to Harry tell a story.He didn't know that Harry, who had given Gryffindor the Philosopher's Stone earlier in the day, had taken to telling stories to children, especially after watching them get lost.

Harry talked about his own affairs, looked at Draco who was already dazed, smiled and pinched it, it's so cute! ! !The little noble who was hugging the pillow was squeezed between the pillows and kneaded for a while, Harry had enough kneading, and kissed Draco's already flushed cheek, it was so much fun!

"Ahhh! Harry Potter! You bastard!" The crisp sound and the wet marks of saliva on his face awakened Draco's sanity, and the little dragon who found his hair messed up got up and started scratching.

Harry flashed away with a smile, it was easy to avoid Draco with his skill, and looked back at the little cutie who was so angry that he was smoking from time to time, Harry found another reason why he was willing to cooperate with the Malfoy family. (I can't save you, you weird cuteness.)

After Harry and Draco reconciled, the air pressure in the two colleges also returned to temperature. Neville and Hermione felt this especially clearly. Seeing Harry recovering to normal, the two breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.

"Harry, hey, you must wear your Halloween costume." Hermione handed Harry a large package at noon on Halloween, and the girls next to her also nodded: "You must wear it!"

"It can't be a skirt, girls?" Harry raised his eyebrows, and put the package in his schoolbag, which suddenly became thicker.

"Of course not, how is it possible." Hermione said angrily, then turned around and chatted with the sisters for some reason.

Harry turned to the boy, "Is there anything you can tell me, guys?"

Neville and Dean shook their heads in unison, and Ron tried to nod, then shook his head again.Harry set his eyes on Ron, "What does our Ron know?"

"Ronald, if you say so, I won't copy your homework." Robin stood firmly in the girls' formation, threatening to wrap his arms around his brother's neck.

"I don't know anything."

Harry shook his head, and when he turned back, he suddenly saw Quirrell looking at him.He wasn't familiar with this look, but it didn't prevent him from understanding Quirrell's meaning. After thinking secretly, Harry pretended to be helpless and said, "It seems that I can only hurry up and find a place to look, lest I don't know what to do at night." wear."

"As long as you don't break your promise, the rest is up to you." Neville waved Harry away, and also directed the girls' attacks to him. Harry ran out of the auditorium with his schoolbag in his arms amidst laughter. A small black and white striped snake walked up to Harry, nodded and crawled out. Harry looked around, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, and followed the little snake away.

In an abandoned classroom, Harry saw Voldemort with an angry face. For a moment, Harry thought that he had discovered that he had drugged him again, but he could not admit it before Voldemort made trouble.

"Lord." Harry bowed, waiting for orders.

"Why can't my messenger get into Slytherin?" Voldemort's first words made Harry instantly understand why he recruited him so directly.

"Lord, although I am the guardian, Dumbledore has the right to use the entire Hogwarts." Harry lowered his head and did not look at Voldemort, and continued: "He restricted Slytherin's power, and you The office is too far away from Slytherin, so."

"Dumbledore, yes, he has never lessened his suspicion of me." Voldemort thought of the people who had been staring at him more and more closely recently, and said coldly: "I want you to bring me the Philosopher's Stone tonight. "

"It's a restricted area. Dumbledore and Filch are watching over it." Harry raised his head sharply. Tonight? "Besides, Dumbledore is unwilling to let me approach Hagrid."

"Oh?" Voldemort's faint voice of doubt made Harry fall to his knees in an instant, under pressure, unimaginable pressure.Damn Merlin, Harry cursed him for not expecting the potion to have such an effect on Voldemort, but maybe that meant the potion did work.

"I will take the savior there. It will be much more convenient." Harry gritted his teeth, "Give me some time, please."

"Someone will help you when the time comes." Voldemort withdrew his magic pressure, and a person walked in from behind him: "I think, with your level, you may not be able to see through the trap set by our potions master."

"Lord." Snape's voice was stiff, "You are too modest, Your Highness has done well."

Harry looked up abruptly, looking at Voldemort in disbelief.Voldemort took out his wand, raised Harry's chin at a strange angle, and looked at Harry with empty eye sockets: "Look, our greedy guardian, we should really let Dumbledore see the stupidity in your eyes." desire."

Harry's chin was pierced by the hard tip of the rod, and his eyeballs looked back and forth, with a hint of luck and greed.Voldemort sneered, "As long as you help me get the Philosopher's Stone, I will make you my heir."

"Lord, don't worry, I will get it." Harry's slightly trembling voice seemed a little guilty at the moment, and this was keenly noticed by Voldemort.

"Is there any difficulty?" The tip of the wand in Voldemort's hand pierced Harry's neck, and only the shaped nostrils stood up slightly.

"Professor, he said he didn't personally see Dumbledore put the stone in. I also asked Longbottom, and he said that they found out everything else except what they learned from Gringotts." Harry felt his neck bleeding.

"Go visit tonight and get the best. If not, Snape, you know what to do." Voldemort looked at Harry and Snape, "Don't make me regret trusting you two traitors."

"Yes, Lord." Harry and Snape responded, Snape left first, Harry covered the wound on his neck with his hand, and the wound healed as before.

"I have a separate task for you," whispered Voldemort. "When you get the Philosopher's Stone, kill Snape."

"Lord." Harry suppressed the horror in his heart, "Snape is a rare master of potions, moreover, he can give you news from Dumbledore."

"Your words are the same as what Malfoy said back then, but this time I am not going to forgive him." Voldemort smiled, and he said with a smile: "If you don't kill him, then you will die. You choose yourself."