[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

I don't know what kind of material the partition is made of, but the sound insulation effect of this office is very good. When Moriarty closed the door, there was no sound in the room. Harry and the Dark Lord talked to each other in absolute silence. Look, this silence even makes people feel a little hairy.

They used to look at each other in silence, but the atmosphere at that time was charming and romantic, with charm, emotion, and heartbeat flowing in the air, and the sweetness of the atmosphere could be felt even without speaking; but now They also looked at each other silently, the Dark Lord's eyes were still gentle and doting as usual, but Harry didn't feel the same way at that time.What he felt was no longer a love that was too sweet to be cloying, but... it was like a void, a void that devoured all the good things, biting and devouring the good things in his heart bit by bit, leaving only Negative, fearful darkness.

The Dark Lord waved to Harry again, breaking the palpitating silence.He repeated what he had just said: "Come, Harry, come to me."

Harry still didn't take a step, he bit his lip hard, restraining the surging emotion in his heart.

First, he was suddenly informed by a letter from Hermione that Professor Dumbledore had been missing for a week, and he was simply sent to the United States, so he knew nothing about it; then he faced the cynicism of members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the tolerance of relatives and friends without any accusations ; Then there is Grindelwald's extreme malice and so-called truth. Horcruxes and Deathly Hallows can't be said to shock him more.

He couldn't take it anymore, but then came Professor Snape's meaningful announcement: The Dark Lord might be preparing to launch a war against the Muggle world; and then he accidentally discovered Valentine's secret murder The plan of the common people of the world, and this plan has the deep participation of Moriarty and the Dark Lord...

Bit by bit, bit by bit, doubt, confusion, hesitation, forcibly uncovered what he had been ignoring, and told him in the cruelest way: Open your eyes!Stop pretending you didn't see it!

Yes, yes, how could Harry have no foreknowledge?He knew what kind of person the Dark Lord was from the very beginning. He was arrogant, cruel, extremely narcissistic, and disregarded life. He didn't even feel the word love at the beginning. He had a perverted desire to control. Everything he does has its own purpose... So, since he still doesn't have complete control over this place in America, why does he let Harry play like this?

Harry knew from the very beginning that the Dark Lord wanted to send him off by letting him play in America.

But people in love are blind, and Harry is unwilling to challenge the relationship between them for some inevitable conflicts.So he obediently and with feigned glee went to America, where he played deaf and dumb, deliberately not paying attention to what was happening in England.

Reality slapped him hard.

Harry didn't dare to think, if Hermione hadn't sent him that letter with the attitude of trying it out, if he hadn't received that letter, then when all the dust settled, when Valentine really launched the whole thing The massacre of the world, when Professor Dumbledore really died silently under the curse, when everything really reached the point of no return...

Harry shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake off those creepy delusions.

"Harry?" The Dark Lord's tone was still so gentle, the sweetness seemed to tire people to death.He stared at Harry who was standing not far from him, his crimson eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and seemed to be flowing with fresh blood.

Not only did Harry not follow the Dark Lord's signal to move forward, but he took a step back slowly.Moisture gradually appeared in his green eyes, as if he had polished the already precious jadeite to make it smoother and brighter, even though it seemed moist, it seemed firmer instead: "Sir, please...please don't act stupid. "

There was an awkward silence in the room again.The Dark Lord's face slowly darkened, while Harry stood there firmly, staring at him resolutely.

After a while, Harry felt that it had been as long as most of his life. The Dark Lord frowned, and finally stopped pretending to be stupid, and took the lead in breaking the silence: "Harry, I'm already very restrained, I hardly do anything to wizards. , nor allow the Death Eaters to attack wizards, I didn't even kill many Muggles. I made so many concessions for you, what are you still struggling with?"

Yes, that being said, you did make a lot of concessions for me.

but……

The mist in Harry's eyes began to rise again, he bit his lip hard, and asked, "What about... Valentine?"

"I've said it before, it's the Muggle's own business, it has nothing to do with wizards." The Dark Lord replied coldly, his face dark as hell, "They want to kill each other, should I stop it?"

Deceiving.

Harry closed his eyes sadly, thinking back to the first time he saw Valentine's information.

At that time, he had just arrived at the Dark Lord's Manor, and had only a few casual and hasty glances at the documents in the Dark Lord's study.And now... more than half a year has passed.For such a long time, the Dark Lord could not have done nothing, no matter what role he played in it...

But Harry bypassed the subject, almost biting his lips to bleed: "So... what about Professor Dumbledore?"

"Ah..." The Dark Lord sighed helplessly, "You still know. I knew that I might not be able to hide it from you... I think I can hide it for a while."

Harry refused to come over, so the Dark Lord simply stood up and walked towards Harry: "I have no choice."

He walked up to Harry, gently parted Harry's bangs, and stroked Harry's scar: "Dumbledore is a banner, a banner that can unite all my opponents. As long as he is still here, I will always If we cannot unify the wizarding world, we will never be able to gather all the power of the wizarding world."

Harry didn't dare to move, letting the Dark Demon caress his scar.It was as if he was being watched by a hunting cobra, and the cobra spat snake letters threateningly at him. The sense of crisis between life and death was always lingering in his heart, and his intuition was desperately calling the police, so that he froze all over.

"Dumbledore must not exist," said the Dark Lord, his voice mixed with gentleness and coldness, an incomparable contradiction. "This is to scare the chickens and monkeys, and deter all those who dare to resist."

"Harry," he leaned down and moved closer to Harry's ear, his breath gently blowing over the fine fluff of the ear, making Harry's earlobe uncontrollably red and hot, "do you think Deng and I What is Bullido fighting for? Uh, faith?"

As if thinking of something funny, he giggled and said in a mocking tone: "Muggle threat theory? Muggle protection theory?"

"No, isn't it?" Harry tried to pull his thoughts back from the hot earlobe, forcing a rhetorical question.

"No." The Dark Lord straightened up and gave a negative answer, "What we are fighting for is power."

"Dumbledore was right at the Ministry of Magic when I disappeared, and Fudge almost became his puppet." The Dark Lord stopped teasing Harry's earlobe, and he started stroking Harry's scar again, "Now he always has to pay for it all cost."

Harry was speechless.

As if realizing something, the Dark Lord's tone softened again: "I didn't kill Dumbledore. I know you won't like it..."

The scarlet eyes looked directly into the bi-color eyes, as if silently emphasizing: I have made so many concessions for you, so, so, so much.

Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Slowly, as if realizing Harry's wavering, the Dark Lord smiled again: "Harry, there are always casualties in wars—but, do you know what is the way to minimize casualties?"

Harry bit his lip and shook his head.

The Dark Lord smiled smugly, and revealed the answer: "It is to end it in a decisive manner. The faster it ends, the fewer casualties."

Harry literally bit his lip bleeding.

The Dark Lord frowned slightly, brushed his lips with his right hand, magic power surged through his fingertips, and healed his wound.

At this moment, they were as close as ever, but Harry felt that their hearts were so far apart.

Professor Snape is preparing a large-scale war potion reserve, Valentine presided over the muggle cannibalism, Muggle threat theory is extremely popular in the magic world, what the Dark Lord said...all the clues are weaved bit by bit, and the painting Huge scroll.

Unable to bring himself to ignore all these clues, Harry asked in a trembling voice, "Are you going to start a war on Muggles?"

"I will." The Dark Lord admitted frankly, his scarlet eyes looked at Harry affectionately, "will you step on the throne with me?

"Even if a lot of people die in the war?"

"Death is inevitable in war." The Dark Lord frowned, "Harry, don't be too childish."

"For the greater good," he added ponderingly, "I think Grindelwald's slogan is indeed very reasonable. For the greater good, some sacrifices are necessary."

A rambling of thoughts flooded Harry's mind, causing him to close his eyes.

How reasonable.

The Dark Lord has always been able to dress up a cold decision with a sweet cloak, and he's always been able to say a lot of truth, and the words sound really... really believable.

Those high-sounding words filtered through my mind, stripping away the upright exterior, revealing the bottomless black sludge.

only……

Just if you think about it...

For the greater good?

For whose benefit?

Who will benefit from the war?

wizard?Muggle?

In fact, throwing away those gorgeous coats,

That is for your benefit.

The words of the Dark Lord flowed through his mind: "What do you think Dumbledore and I are fighting for? Well, is it faith?" "No, it's power."

Hidden behind these words is the silent and ostentatious declaration of the Dark Lord himself:

I want this world, not for faith, but for power.

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