[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

The regression meeting is over, and the next step is rewards and punishments.

Harry found that the Dark Lord was more and more fond of bringing himself by his side, pulling him on the sidelines and watching him tune-teach his subordinates, especially the acquaintances he knew-even the routine was similar, first the stick, then the carrot.

Life was like a dream, before enduring heavy homework, facing the dreaded Triwizard Tournament, and receiving related training at Hogwarts, and suddenly—just a blink of an eye, his enemy, as soon as he entered The magic world was told that a deeply hated enemy had resurrected in front of him, took him away, and, moreover, treated him so...caring, meticulous, and indulgent.

In addition to absolutely not allowing him to escape (the thought of escaping reminded him of the extremely painful punishment that day, almost creating a physical shadow), he allowed him to walk freely in the manor, and strictly ordered the Death Eaters not to approach and disturb him, Care about his studies and show consideration for his life.

Harry did have very deep scars from an abused and neglected childhood.He craves love, craves attention, craves loved ones.It is this desire that makes him naturally full of vengeful anger at the death of his parents, even though he has never had parents in his memory, and Aunt Petunia's family spent 11 years trying to brainwash him: his parents were in a car accident dead.

And this kind of care, unprecedented, meticulous and considerate care, comes from such a charismatic and powerful king, it almost confuses him...

He naturally followed the wishes of the controller, and survived in the enemy's base camp with the most suitable posture, simple, obedient, and cute.

At first, he just wanted to survive and protect himself, but the mask was too disguised, and even he was almost confused by himself.

In the study, Lucius was struggling and crying under the Cruciatus spell, his platinum robe was soaked in sweat——Lucius was really dressed up a bit today——his crying voice seemed a little Hairy, seductive, and, well, he almost rolled at Harry's feet.

—This is Draco Malfoy's father.

Harry flinched uncomfortably.

The Dark Lord held his wand nonchalantly as if holding some kind of baton.He noticed Harry's actions and turned his head to him: 【Harry? 】

In front of his subordinates, the Dark Lord has been using Parseltongue to talk to Harry, and some words are really not suitable for his subordinates to hear.

Harry collected himself: 【Well, it's nothing... It's just that the Cruciatus Curse took a little too long today. 】

【Are you sympathizing with him? ] the Dark Lord asked sharply, and then laughed, [God, boy, you are so cute. 】

The Dark Lord's Parseltongue has a strange and harmonious rhythm, and the Death Eaters are still wailing under Cruciatus, like an accompaniment, [He, them, my Death Eaters—do all kinds of evil, murder, torture, and you Are you sympathizing with them? 】

Harry didn't speak.

[Lucius Malfoy,] said the Dark Lord, [my cunning friend, do you know how much he likes to torment Muggles in secret? 】

The Dark Lord turned his gaze from Harry to Lucius, [and, he made a big mistake—maybe he didn't even know how big a mistake he made, if it wasn't for...] The Dark Lord's face darkened, and he stopped speech.

Harry's curiosity was aroused, and he asked: [What mistake did he make? 】

The Dark Lord cast a meaningful look at the boy and said, "Oh, he ruined my diary. 】

Harry's eyes widened immediately - wait, Dark Lord, this is the Dark Lord!He also keeps a diary?Only little girls would do that! ——and then he realized that the Dark Lord was talking about the diary destroyed by the basilisk's fangs in the second year.

When Harry came back to his senses, the Dark Lord had finished his punishment and started talking to Lucius.Harry didn't pay attention to the words, he was absorbed in his homework for the day.The Dark Lord's teaching style is completely different from Barty Crouch's. Mr. Crouch has prepared very detailed lesson plans, but the Dark Lord prefers to give him an open-ended proposition and let him search for information to answer.Of course, this difference in style may be due to the fact that the Dark Lord is much busier than Crouch, but he also prefers the Dark Lord's teaching method—seeing the world he has never seen from an angle he never imagined, Explore freely and wander bravely.

[Harry? 】Harry recovered from the Dark Lord's call and found that Lucius had already left.

[What are you thinking, Harry? ] asked the Dark Lord.

Harry replied with a little embarrassment: [Thinking about the homework you assigned, sir. 】

[It seems,] the Dark Lord was thoughtful, 【You really don't like to watch these scenes. 】

[Did Crouch teach you how to use the Unforgivable Curse? ] The Dark Lord continued to ask.

[Not yet, sir, I don’t really want to learn this,] Harry replied hesitantly, [Um, but, I saw Professor Moody—that is, Mr. Crouch used...]

The Dark Lord laughed: [Oh, so you haven't studied it yet.You'll find that the Unforgivable Curses are very interesting spells, and the mental impact is more important than the technique, so it looks like we'll have to catch up on this one. 】

【In addition, there is an acquaintance of yours coming today.】 The Dark Lord ignored Harry's face and continued, 【Since you don't particularly like such a scene, go back and do your homework first.I'll check it out tonight. 】

Harry's face became even more bitter, he obediently went out and returned to his room.

After Harry left, the Dark Lord ushered in his next subordinate.

——and the long-awaited, 14-year-late truth.

Severus knelt silently before him, saluted, and kissed the hem of his clothes.

The Dark Lord tapped his wand on his desk, summoned the Pensieve, and said, "Severus, you came earlier than I thought."

"Master," Severus said in a low voice, "I have brought the prophecy you asked for."

"You always fulfill my orders," said the Dark Lord. "Is it Dumbledore's memory?"

"Yes, master, you know everything."

The Dark Lord laughed, stood up, and pulled Snape up: "Then, come on, come on, let's take a look at Dumbledore's memory—"

He took the slender glass bottle from Snape's hand, uncorked the bottle, and poured the silver memory into the Pensieve.Memories swirled and floated in the basin, shimmering faintly, neither like liquid nor gas.The sunlight reflected on the silver liquid through the curtains, refracting a dazzling light——

The environment of the Pig's Head Bar was chaotic, dirty, and noisy. Sybill Trelawney sat in front of a table that seemed to have not been scrubbed for a long time, wearing a shawl. Harsh, hoarse voice:

'vanquishthedarklordapdefiedhdies...andthedarklordwillmarkhimashisequal,buthewillhavep...andeithermustdieitherhervanquishthedarklordwilhdies...'

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approached... born into a family that had defeated the Dark Lord three times... born at the end of the seventh month... the Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he possessed what the Dark Lord had Unknown energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

Interspersed with the yelling of Snape being caught by the waiter, Snape's nonsense about going up the wrong stairs, adding a lot of jokes to this eerie scene.

The scene went dark, and a feeling of weightlessness emerged. The Dark Lord indulged himself to fly higher and higher in the darkness, and finally returned to reality.

Very, very good memory.

Very, very good prophecy.

This prophecy is such a prophecy...

He had already guessed from the clues, and the reality proved his guess even more.

Snape looked pale in front of him, with a startled look on his face. It should be the first time he heard the full text of such a prophecy - "and either must die either her survives" - the child of the woman he loves is destined to fight the Dark Lord to the death, not defeat, It wasn't a doomed victory, either; and Dumbledore clearly knew that early on.

The Dark Lord laughed inexplicably: it was such a prophecy that made him struggle in the most humble environment for 11 years, and made him panic after being resurrected in his previous life, missed countless clues, and fell into Dumbledore's trap.

Only you can kill me, only I can kill you, we shall not even die at the end of life;

And you are my Horcrux, the guarantee of my eternal life, you will not die, I will not die, I will not die, you will not die.

He suddenly wanted to see the boy, so he obeyed his will, got up, left Snape who was stunned aside, left the study, walked to the fourth floor, and pushed open the bedroom door.

The boy stayed obediently in front of the desk, with all kinds of magic books spread out in front of him, and he was biting the pen and trying to think of the answer.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the boy got up hesitantly, and said very hesitantly: "Sir, I, I haven't finished my homework yet..."

The Dark Lord pulled the boy up and sat on the bed: "You are allowed not to finish your homework today, and we will talk about it tomorrow."

The boy's eyes lit up, but he felt something keenly, and he didn't answer, but just sent a sweet smile.

So the Dark Lord also laughed, he held the boy in his arms, stroked the boy's hair, gently, delicately, over and over again.

You don't die, I don't die, I don't die, you don't die.

Let us welcome eternal life together.