[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

In this room that Lucius temporarily used as a dressing room, Harry gently opened the door a small crack and looked into the next room.The waiting time was too long, and the Dark Lord had already sat on the small sofa next to him and read a book.Half of his sitting posture is facing the crack of the door, through which one can see his leisurely expression.

Harry took a deep breath.He turned back to look at Lucius, wanting him to cheer him up again, but Lucius has always been so slippery, and slipped away early under the pretext of not disturbing their relationship—"Harry , this kind of scene is more suitable for two people to be alone, I don’t want to be a light bulb in it”——

Harry watched Lucius tiptoe and swiftly leave from another small door in the room, the words he kept froze on his lips, but he didn't say it in the end.

All right, so now it's just him and the Dark Lord.

For some reason, Harry felt a little timid and shy in his heart. The scene where he dressed up like this and then went to meet the Dark Lord seemed a little strange.

You need to be bolder.Harry encouraged himself in his heart, and gently pushed open the door.

The room was very quiet, although the sound of the door being pushed open was extremely slight, but it was a bit strong in Harry's ears, and he was almost taken aback by the sound.Harry turned his head to take a sneak peek at the Dark Lord, and the small sound didn't bother him.In fact, he was so engrossed in his reading that not only did he not notice the door opening, he didn't even notice Harry's approach afterwards.

Walking to the side of the Dark Lord, Harry hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to speak: "Sir, I'm ready."

The Dark Lord was suddenly awakened from his trance by the voice. He looked up from the book and saw a completely different Harry.

His boy had grown up, slender and well-proportioned, and wore his sumptuous gowns tall and steady; his hair had grown longer and lost its usual mess, and was carefully combed, with a silver-green headband He tied up his long hair and let it loose behind him.He didn't wear glasses, directly exposing his rippling emerald eyes, and those beautiful eyes reflected his figure, fully revealing his charm.

"Sir," Harry approached the Dark Lord slowly, slightly uneasy, and this uneasiness magnified his beauty exponentially, "Shall we... Shall we try dancing now?"

"Okay," the Dark Lord heard himself say.

They waved their wands and played melodious and soothing music. Amidst the romantic and moving songs, they held hands and began to dance.

Naturally, Harry relaxed his body. He put one hand on the Dark Lord's shoulder and the other on the Dark Lord's waist, dancing slowly to the music.The blue eyes stared at the scarlet one, with their own reflections on the pupils. At this moment, the other party occupied the entire world.

The atmosphere was so natural that Harry opened his mouth amidst the music: "Sir, I actually didn't expect that you would perform so badly during your first dance practice. I thought I was the only one who would behave so badly. "

"Because I seldom dance," said the Dark Lord.

Harry was a little dazed: "Huh? I thought—I thought social dancing was a Slytherin exclusive skill?"

"Social dancing is a Slytherin skill?" the Dark Lord repeated, smiling slightly ironically. "No,...it's indeed most Slytherin skills, but not mine."

Harry blinked in surprise.

In the gentle atmosphere, under the sound of romantic music, under the gaze of Harry's pure eyes, the Dark Lord seemed to be bewitched, and naturally talked about the past that he never wanted to look back, "I am like you, I was an orphan who grew up in the Muggle world and never had a ball. At the beginning of Hogwarts, I spent most of my time working and saving money for my own life, and I didn't have time to go to any dances. , learn some dance steps."

It was the first time for Harry to come into contact with the past of the Dark Lord. He thought that the Dark Lord would suddenly become what he is now—above and powerful. He really didn't expect that he was an orphan before and lived in Muggles World: "Then what happened to you later? Didn't you have the opportunity to learn later?"

"I built the prototype of the Death Eaters at Hogwarts, and I am the king of Slytherin," the Dark Lord said amidst the music, "I need to show them my strength, not my humble birth, The fact that I can't even dance. Most of the time I just sit there and watch them dance."

"I could dance at that time, but not very well, and I didn't want to dance more. I didn't want to remind my followers of my unfamiliarity with noble etiquette with such poor dance steps. Especially, you know Well, most Slytherins are very, very skilled at this. And I'm going to be far better than those Slytherins at a lot of things."

"I have good academic performance, and I have a deep understanding of black magic. As long as I want, I can easily gain the favor of teachers or peers. However, I am not good at noble etiquette. You know, there are many things that need to be taught by elders. To put it mildly, the wizarding world doesn't have a single book devoted to magical etiquette or social dance steps."

"I was very sensitive at the time. Every time I danced, I felt that others were watching my unskilled dance steps, and I didn't want to show weakness in this kind of thing."

"Later, my prestige grew, and all the Death Eaters knelt down in front of me. I don't think anyone would despise my dance steps at that time, but I didn't dance anymore either."

"Wow." Harry didn't know what to say. The king in front of him never needed any comfort or sympathy. He climbed from the bottom to the top step by step, relying entirely on his own ability. the insult.

Harry finally smiled at the Dark Lord: "So, it's an honor, I'm the first inviter recently?"

"No." Facing Harry's smile, the Dark Lord also smiled, "Although I have never danced at balls, there are still many people who want to try. There are indeed many people who have invited me, but I don't want to dance with them." Jump. I only accepted your invitation."

Harry's face was burning again, and he realized that Lucius was right, the daily details of his relationship with the Dark Lord were ambiguous enough, full of pink atmosphere.He forcibly changed the subject, taking advantage of the fact that the Dark Lord actually mentioned his childhood, he continued to ask curiously: "You just said that you are also an orphan, just like me?"

"Yes, just like you, I had no parents since I was a child." The Dark Lord actually began to seriously answer Harry's question - Harry felt that this question had actually crossed the line, since he had never found any information about the Dark Lord's past, It is obvious that the past has been deliberately buried, "I grew up in an orphanage, which is a worse place than your aunt's house, hungry and full, always wearing worn-out and ill-fitting clothes, being surrounded by young people. Bullying by older children, endless cleaning work, and small and dilapidated living quarters are all normal. What is even more hateful is that when I was young, the director of the orphanage always suspected that I had mental problems and locked me in confinement without giving me I eat food, and if something bad happens, I think I did it, and I want to find a psychiatrist to see me."

Harry couldn't imagine the Dark Lord having such a past, but he said it calmly, and he didn't appear to be dissatisfied with the past.Harry struggled with his choice of words, trying his best to look calm: "This sounds... sounds worse than my childhood. Although I have been wearing cousin Dudley's ill-fitting clothes, I have been doing various things. This kind of endless housework, Dudley will always be bullied by his classmates, and live in the cupboard of my aunt's house. would think I'm mentally ill..."

"According to the description of both of us, our childhood was almost as bad." The Dark Lord smiled, "However, speaking of it, although I hated the orphanage when I was young, at least it gave me a place to stay , gave me enough food to survive, let me grow up slowly from a completely powerless baby, until I had the ability to support myself. Even, I have to say, I have to be grateful for this environment, it is this The harsh environment created my original character, warned me to pursue more and better things, and inspired me to never stop climbing. Every time I see those classmates, those talents may not be inferior to mine, but because I will be very grateful for a guy who grew up with a proud and complacent personality who would give up after a little bit of suffering from a happy family.”

Harry couldn't help repeating: "Lucky?"

"Yes, thankfully," said the Dark Lord, "while I was learning as much time as I could, those guys were having tea parties; while I was practicing the spell over and over in private, those guys were talking and laughing. ; when I wooed classmates to form small groups, those guys were in love; when I was immersed in the library and hungrily flipped through the books I could see, those guys said that they had more books at home, but they just had books instead of knowledge, and they never looked at the collections in their homes that belonged to them.”

"Harry," the Dark Lord smiled at Harry amidst the melodious music, "all the suffering we have forged our paths. Take you for example, if you hadn't grown up in your aunt's house, But being raised by Sirius or any happy family, with your status as the 'boy who survived', you will definitely be pampered and pampered to become a little prince, not the character you have now."

Harry was a little ashamed, and replied in a low voice: "But...but I didn't love studying before, and Hermione loves learning much more than I do; I don't seize every minute and every second to enrich myself, and my grades don't count good……"

But you're not ambitious, you're not trying to climb the ladder, and you don't harbor ill will toward the world.You let go of your cousin and classmates who bullied you, forgave your uncle and aunt who abused you, and never thought of hurting them.You are willing to help all those who ask you for help, and you are willing to embrace the whole world with an open heart.

And in the previous life, with his corpse as the foundation, his boy would eventually stand at the pinnacle of the wizarding world.

The Dark Lord stared at his boy, and said, "Oh, don't compare me at all, Harry. It's fine that you're..."

"I'm really satisfied, I like your character," he finally said, giving Harry a twirl to the music.