[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Harry didn't end up getting out on his broomstick, it was so obvious that any Death Eater would have spotted it if he looked up.If he had known that there was such an opportunity, he should have given priority to learning the illusion spell.

Harry deformed his suit so that it looked a lot like Death Eater robes, despite his short stature.

He dressed up, took his wand - looked at the notebooks tangledly, and finally decided not to bring them, if Professor Dumbledore saw the contents, it was a bit difficult to explain - packed the essentials, natural and above board walked out the door.

He couldn't apparate - and that's when he realized how little preparation he usually did - so he needed to go a little farther and use his broomstick, or summon the Knight Bus.Harry prayed inwardly that the Dark Lord would come back a little later, and as he did, the Dark Lord didn't show up until he was out of the anti-apparition range.

Harry almost leaped for joy, but he forced his composure, and walked on and on and on, a little further, then raised his wand—

"All petrochemical!"

Harry froze.

"Good job, McNeil," Fenrir Greyback gasped excitedly, "We caught him! A little runaway boy! Hahahahaha!"

Worse than the worst Harry could have imagined, Fenrir Greyback had him.

Fenrir Greyback stepped forward and walked around him twice, grinning, showing his sharp teeth.He licked his lips slowly and disgustingly.

"The little boy who was desperately protected by his master," Fenrir leaned closer to Harry, and sprayed greedy hot air into his throat. The stench made Harry a little dizzy, "Now there is no master to protect you."

"Doesn't it feel good to cast the Cruciatus Curse on me? Do you think you're the master?—You ignorant little boy, I've been staring at you, staring at you, and seeing you trying to sneak away. Master's not here, You've exposed your true nature, haven't you?" He raised a yellow nail and picked his front teeth, while grinning grinningly at Harry, making a biting motion: "I really want to tear your throat open... It tastes so good, it tastes so good..."

"That's enough, Fenrir," said another male voice, which seemed to be the Death Eater named McNeill, "The master said not to touch him, restrain yourself."

"Oh, yes, yes, I know," Fenrir responded indiscriminately, but he still stared greedily at Harry, "if I could bite him and let him experience those little furry problems... ..."

McNeil ignored Fenrir's gibberish, and he seemed to cast a levitation spell - Harry's perspective shifted into the air - to steer Harry away, towards the castle.

———————————Separation line from the perspective of the Dark Lord————————————

Walking on the pedestrian-filled alleys in London, the Dark Lord couldn't stand the scene of crowds and crowds, so he cast a modified expulsion spell and neglect spell on himself to leave a little space around him.

He knew that this was the rush hour for get off work, so Muggles would swarm out, and it was the time when the flow of people was the largest; however, every time he saw this scene, he couldn't control his vigilance from his heart: Muggles The number of people is too many, too many...

Hold back, he warned himself, withdrew his malicious gaze, turned a corner, left the overcrowded road, and walked onto a green path with few pedestrians.On this trip, he came to eliminate the traces of the remaining Horcruxes, and the goal was to hide, not to leave more obvious traces of Avada along the way to guide Dumbledore to follow his footsteps.

When he inspected Dumbledore's body in his previous life, he discovered that he drank the potion he left in the corpse cave and fell under the curse he set to protect the ring.Therefore, at least before Dumbledore's death, he had found two horcruxes, and his pursuit of his horcrux had to be traced back at least after his resurrection.

He was very happy to see Dumbledore looking for the Horcrux and throwing himself into the trap. However, the safety of his boy and his only Horcrux was the first priority.He didn't want his treasure to be harmed unnecessarily.He'd better erase some traces of the Horcruxes, and leave some deeper leads, leading Dumbledore to the one that's now back at Gaunt's Cottage, with a more vicious and strict spell. ring……

The Dark Lord stopped suddenly.

He felt the call, and it came with the news that he could hardly contain his anger—Harry Potter was trying to escape.

When he was thinking carefully and preparing for him, when they were getting along so happily and harmoniously, his boy thought...!

He glared viciously at the Muggle next to him who seemed to have ignored the Ignore Charm and looked at him with probing eyes—and his movements were enchanting like a gay—and finally couldn't help but split the flower bed next to him, and then Take a deep breath.

Hold back, you can't leave too obvious a trace that Dumbledore might find out.

In the end, the Dark Lord threw a few forgetfuls in a venting manner, erasing the memories of the surrounding Muggles, and then gave the flower bed a restoration, and Apparated in suppressed anger.

———————Go to the dividing line of the Death Eater Manor ———————————

McNeill hadn't lifted Harry's Body-Binding Curse, so Harry won the Dark Lord's wrath by freezing his entire body.

"Very well, very well," said the Dark Lord, "our champion, who dared to actively escape the cage that held him."

Silky, velvety praise, magnetic, seductive voice.

Harry felt that even without the Petrification Charm, he would have gone stiff.

"What a very, very bright, very, very active boy," said the Dark Lord, pacing slowly. "Brave and reckless Gryffindor, isn't he?"

"Keeping up on my absence, judging how long I've been gone - oh yes, I did come back after a long time, long enough for you to be back in the arms of your mother Dumbledore - God, I really want to give you a perfect score!"

"Especially, when I'm rushing out the door, it's actually because, oh, you're dealing with those left over things, because, oh, you're dealing with those damn things..."

The Dark Lord stood in front of Harry and raised his wand—Harry looked at him stiffly—but the Dark Lord finally just lifted the binding spell on him: "I think there should be an excuse for the condemned guy chance, right? Even though I knew it was going to be all quibbles—"

In the silence of waiting, Harry stammered, "I... I was just impulsive..."

The anger suddenly ignited, and it was thousands of times stronger than before: "Impulse! Impulse! What a good reason you gave! You didn't even prepare a convincing reason!"

In fact, it was prepared, Harry muttered in his heart, but... he felt that if he threw out that reason at this time, the Dark Lord would be even more angry: "Uh... sir..."

"You call me sir," said the Dark Lord, "and I let you call me sir."

The room was silent again, Harry's brain was constantly warning him.

"It seems that I have really indulged you too much," the Dark Lord said coldly, and he waved his wand lightly:

"Cruciate."

Severe pain struck suddenly, and Harry rolled and screamed uncontrollably. He rolled off the bed and almost begged to roll to the feet of the Dark Lord, holding on to his robe, but he couldn't utter a word.

His concentration was distracted by the pain, he should say something, but he couldn't think of anything, every second was stretched so long, he should have passed out, although the pain always overwhelmed his efforts to faint Breaking - please, stop, stop...

The spell stopped.

Harry gasped for breath, only to realize that he had curled up into a ball and ruffled the corners of the Dark Lord's clothes.His palms were full of sweat—maybe his forehead was also full of sweat, he just couldn't feel it—and the corner of his clothes was wet.

There was some sort of magical force--perhaps it was loose and strong, but no spells were heard, but most of the Dark Lord's spells were silent spells--his hands were forcibly released, and he was levitated back to the bed , posing in a peculiar posture, the power of magic was restraining him, the clothes on his left arm were torn apart by the spell, and the magic blade brushed across the skin, causing goose bumps.

"There is a gift that is very suitable for you," Harry heard the voice of the Dark Lord coming from a distance, misty and not very clear, "I should have given it to you long ago. But it is not too late to give it now." .”

The left arm was burning, and the power of magic burned, melted, and branded on his left arm... The severe pain just now made Harry's mind a little rusty, and the broken thoughts dealt with the burning pain of the skin first, Then realized what was happening.Despair appeared like a tide, but it appeared so feebly.Harry wanted to scream, to refuse, to use all his strength to resist what was going on, but all he could do was cry out softly and hoarsely, "No...please...sir..."

He just realized that his voice was a little hoarse.

Time passed very slowly, or very quickly, and the burning finally stopped.

"You should call me Master," said the Dark Lord.

Leaving this sentence behind, he pushed the door open and left, the wooden door made a "bang", triggering an irritable shiver in Harry.

The sun shines warmly through the tulle and shines on the ground in front of the window.That light was a world away from him.

In the silence of the room, Harry turned his gaze to his left arm.

A freshly baked Dark Mark is branded there.