[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Lucius is indeed, as he said, very experienced in wizard dressing.

The rough and uneven ends of the hair left by the rough and fast cutting spell just now were carefully trimmed; the messy, interlaced and even knotted hair sequences were combed bit by bit, and then tied up with a hair tie.The glasses on the bridge of the nose are removed - Harry's original glasses were thrown away at the beginning, and he has changed to a pair of glasses that are "pretty much more aesthetic" (Dark Lord's words), but Lucius still Very dissatisfied, he said with righteous indignation: "Seriously, it's such a pity to hide such beautiful eyes behind glasses!"

After tangling and tangling, Lucius gave Harry a bottle of potion for short-term treatment of myopia: "For things like myopia, different degrees correspond to different potion ingredients. This bottle will be used first. Maybe you will feel uncomfortable, so you have to be patient. You can try to use the potion for long-term treatment of myopia, maybe Severus is willing to tailor it for you, so the effect will be the best..."

I don’t know if it’s the psychological effect caused by Lucius’ words. Harry really felt that his eyes were very uncomfortable after taking off his glasses and drinking the potion. He always wanted to rub his eyes involuntarily. After a while, his physical tears filled his eyes orbital.

Lucius swallowed secretly, turned away quickly, and walked behind Harry to soothe his mood.

Time passed by, and Harry was in the state of sitting for a long time, thinking wildly: Is the Dark Lord waiting in a hurry, should he go outside and tell him?

But after a while, he felt that it was a little shameful to go out to say hello and say "because I have to dress up, so it takes a lot of time to wait".So he forcibly suppressed his emotions and continued to sit upright, letting Lucius do all kinds of strange things on him.

After sitting upright for a while, Harry began to think again: Could it be that Lucius spends so long grooming every day?This is really... very free.The work is not saturated, maybe I have to talk to the Dark Lord, I can give Lucius some more work, at least distribute the inexplicably excessive work of the godfather to Lucius evenly, right?

But after a while, he felt that Lucius had put so much effort into dressing up for him, preparing clothes and potions. It was really unethical for him to maliciously speculate on others, and even wanted to secretly report to Lucius to increase his workload.Just don't do it...

As time passed, it became worthless. Harry's fidgeting from the beginning gradually transitioned to giving up on himself.His eyes were straight, and Lucius cast a lot of messy spells on him while muttering.The light of the curse flickered, almost blinding Harry's eyes.

Finally, after waiting so long, Lucius was ready to call it a day.He took a few steps back, looked left and right at Harry, and snapped his fingers triumphantly: "It's done——"

"It's great, it's great——" Lucius' eyes gleamed with complacency and fascination, and he circled around Harry, inspecting his own work, and said in a cantina-like tone, "My God , my work is so beautiful, it is beyond my imagination—"

Suddenly, he sighed again, with deep regret in his voice: "I could have done better, but it's a pity that time is too tight, so I can only do this for the time being. We can do more before the Christmas ball." Some."

Harry looked at him almost speechlessly: it's too short of time, you almost spent two of my classes, and made me wait until the flowers bloomed; it's too little, how much have you done There are different steps, how much time do you usually spend on dressing yourself? Hey!

Lucius ignored the stark accusation on Harry's face (or rather, he had seen Harry show this expression many times during the long dressing time), picked up his wand, and held Harry in front of him. The chair transformed into a mirror—this mirror also had Lucius' own style, the typical Barot style, the complicated shapes, and the overstuffed decorations, which almost made Harry feel hot.

Lucius pointed to the mirror and motioned Harry to see the effect: "Come and see how you look now? It's really...very different..."

Harry worked up his courage and went to the mirror.

For a moment, he felt that he didn't know the person in the mirror at all. Is this slender, handsome young man with a peaceful expression in the mirror really himself?

The last time he took a serious look in the mirror, what kind of self did he see?The messy Potter family's ancestral hair, the silly glasses that have been used since childhood, the funny styles, the stature slightly shorter than his peers, and the year-round school uniform or black robe.He never cared about his appearance, nor did he attract a lot of girls because of his appearance.

In comparison, what you can see in the photos of Harry's father and mother obtained from Hagrid, Professor Lupine, Sirius and other elders, whether it is his mother who is known as the "Flower of Gryffindor" Lily Evans, or his father, James Potter, who actively pursued Lily, knew how to dress up better than he did when he was in school.A child from a healthy family always has some experience on how to dress himself reasonably; but he is not, he grew up wearing the clothes that did not fit the table Express Dursley, the tattered clothes are like wearing a sack, he There is no elder who will come to help him dress up, and he never pays attention to his clothes.

Contrary to the behavior of ordinary people seeking to attract others, because of the title of Boy Who Lived, Harry was deeply troubled by the attention of everyone. There is no sense of presence.

Hermione, who usually doesn't pay much attention to dressing up, did a serious dressing up in the Triwizard Tournament, and the result surprised everyone.He still remembers how she smiled at him in that flowing light purple blue gown, combing her soft and elegant hair bun.I really didn't expect that dressing up once by myself could have such an effect.

The originally immature outline became slightly more mature, the originally slightly short figure became slender and appropriate, the slightly complicated and fancy dress softened the dignified atmosphere against the calm look, and the soft and shiny long hair Leaning obediently behind her, her slightly slanted bangs just covered the lightning-shaped scar, and the emerald eyes in the mirror looked at herself mistyly with the moisture that had not yet dissipated.

For some reason, his demeanor has also changed, maybe because he has grown up a lot after drinking the aging potion, maybe because he has experienced his courage in choosing between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, Maybe it's because the Dark Lord's hand-in-hand teachings opened my eyes and made me really start to see the world from another angle. In short, the obvious immaturity when I looked in the mirror disappeared a lot, and the self in the mirror was already a gaze. A calm, unflappable young man.

"You really have potential, Harry," Lucius was still babbling on, but inexplicably, Harry felt that these long-winded words were not annoying, "Your foundation is very good, I always feel that your outline You seem to be somewhat similar to the master, are you really not the master's illegitimate child? ——Oh, of course, I was just joking."

"However, it's one thing to have a good foundation, and another thing to know how to dress up. I really have a pair of miraculous hands that can make up such miraculous effects. Harry, why don't you come and thank me?"

Lucius was still beeping, and Harry murmured "thank you" with a little embarrassment, and apologized from the bottom of his heart for his messed up thoughts just now.

Facing himself in the mirror, for some reason, Harry brushed the hair on his forehead, revealing the covered lightning-shaped scar.

"Although I think it will be more stunning if you dress up like this for the first time at the ball," Lucius rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully, "but you can't be at the Christmas ball in public Shall I confess my love to my master? And the master will definitely be occupied by Death Eaters for most of the time at the Yule Ball, so..."

"Wait!" Harry seemed to have heard something extraordinary, he hastily interrupted Lucius who had already reached a certain level of high, and repeated the word that he might have misheard, "What you just said is - Confession?"

"Aha," Lucius smiled triumphantly, "that's what I want to tell you! You must know that although the master is very powerful in various places, he has never been in love. You want the master to Enlightenment? Oh, stop daydreaming."

He said excitedly: "I reckon, besides being at school and when he first created the Death Eaters, the master also received some confessions; after that, he did more and more black magic experiments, and his authority became more and more powerful. It is heavy, and the appearance is getting more and more destroyed. Based on this estimate, at least for a long time, the master has not been confessed to. Oh, thinking about it this way, the master has become green—"

Harry: "..."

"Of course, master is omnipotent—don't say anything nonsense, master is of course omnipotent." Noticing Harry's speechless gaze, Lucius hastened to remedy, "In short, in short, master's love history, that one is called pure... ...No! I mean, the master needs you to push."

Harry Dead Fisheye: I didn't say anything nonsense, it's you who said nonsense.

"Look at the details of how you get along on a daily basis," Lucius spun around on the ground excitedly, "Look at those actions that even I find too ambiguous, and the pink atmosphere that is everywhere in the air! Oh , Romeo, why are you Romeo? Deny your father, and throw away your name; perhaps you will not, and I will not be named Capulet, if you will swear to be my love—"

Harry: Huh.

"Ahem," Lucius withdrew his chant-like hand, "Oh, I think Master likes you too. Those details are too obvious, but he may not even realize it."

He gestured encouragingly at Harry: "Gryffindor is synonymous with courage, go up bravely!"

Harry blinked at Lucius who was so high that he was almost speechless, swallowed involuntarily, and asked falteringly, "You... are you serious?"

Lucius rolled his eyes very unnoblely: "I've said so much about my feelings, do you think I'm joking? Come on, boy, confess bravely! I like you!"

Harry was really on it.

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