[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

This was the first time Harry had entered the Dark Lord's study, which had been locked and kept him inaccessible.

To his surprise, the gloomy, terrifying, and bloody room in his fantasy turned out to be warm, clean, and comfortable: the whole room was covered with a green carpet with silver borders, green plants were placed beside the bed and on the table, and bookshelves placed It is full of books, and the sunlight shines in through the gauze curtain, reflecting the brilliance of the room.

What was even more unexpected was that besides the Dark Lord, there was another person in the room.

This was the first time Harry had seen someone new in the room in so many days.He looked at the man: he was wearing an exquisite magic robe with dark patterns, his light golden hair was combed meticulously, his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and he looked solemn.Sensing Harry's gaze, he turned his gaze away from the Dark Lord and turned to Harry.

Harry flinched under his gaze: his clothes were rumpled, his hair was a mess, and he hadn't even brushed himself.

"It seems that you already know each other," the Dark Lord said, interrupting their mutual gaze, "No, maybe Harry doesn't know this one yet. Let me introduce you, this is Barty Crouch, my butler , and will serve as your governess for a while."

Harry thought he had misheard: "M...governor?"

"Barty is familiar with your studies, and he thinks that you are far from what you should be." The Dark Lord paused, "I think so too."

The Dark Lord continued: "I will be busy recently, I hope you can learn some basic etiquette and habits in the shortest possible time, and reach your proper level in magic."

"Also, I saw you stole Wormtail's wand. That guy's wand is not suitable for you." The Dark Lord put Harry's holly wand in front of him, "Since you have promised not to leave, Then I will trust your promise. Here is your wand."

"Study hard, my good boy," said the Dark Lord, fixing Harry with red eyes, "don't let me down."

Harry was staring intently at his wand, with something intense in his eyes.In the end he just picked up his wand honestly and left with Barty Crouch.

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After Harry left, the Dark Lord reopened the "Tales of Beedle the Bard" in his hand.

In his previous life, there were only three short years from resurrection to death. During these three years, he was irritable and irritable, and his thinking was chaotic. He saw a lot of details but didn't think deeply.

After recalling Barty Crouch Jr., he gave this wizard born in the wizarding world many investigation tasks, and Barty Jr. is indeed one of his most loyal and capable subordinates. The information he collected is complete and accurate. shocking.

The Dark Lord knew in his previous life that Grindelwald was looking for the Deathly Hallows, and he also knew that the Elder Wand in the Deathly Hallows—or Death Rod, Fate Rod—has extraordinary magical powers, although he has never enjoyed this magical power. addition.

However, he only realized now that his ancestral ring was actually the resurrection stone.

Think of the story that Rita Skeeter investigated after Dumbledore's death - the witch had an extraordinary talent for intelligence gathering - about Dumbledore's sister, about his friendship with Grindelwald, why Deng The reason for the powerful curse of the ring on Bullido's body is almost on display.

The resurrection stone, the conqueror of death, the victor, the master, although it is very tempting, but as a person who has conquered death many times, he is not so tempted to give up the other function of the resurrection stone——

Kill Dumbledore.

Now that it is known that Dumbledore is crazily chasing the resurrection stone and will be careless to wear him when facing the resurrection stone, then...

He thought of the withered right hand on Dumbledore's body, and he couldn't restrain the malice in his heart.

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Harry always felt a very familiar feeling to Barty, of course this may be his illusion.Since being imprisoned here, his delusion seems to have become more and more.

He spent the next week—another week—without waiting for Professor Dumbledore or any other rescue, and Harry even felt a little desperate in his heart that maybe people thought he was dead, or He simply gave up on himself—he has been receiving Batty's training, focusing on surprise learning of noble etiquette and defense against black magic.

Yep, Noble Manners and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He felt that the two courses were very, very mismatched.

Why did he, a Gryffindor, have to learn all those poses and inexplicable things?

And, even more strangely, why in the Dark Lord's territory, he didn't study black magic, but defense against the dark arts? ?

But Batty is indeed a very good teacher. Under his guidance, he made rapid progress, barely coping with the Dark Lord's random inspection (both Harry and Batty breathed a sigh of relief).

Now, just looking at the surface, Harry is also a demure and comfortable (what an adjective) shy boy. His messy hair is forcibly combed with pomade, he smiles habitually, he wears neat and tidy clothes, and he has even started to learn flowers. Handwriting—of course, the handwriting is horrible.

In addition, more strangers began to come and go in the villa, and Harry was restricted to the fourth floor.

He saw the men and women downstairs coming in and out through the window, but they never went to the fourth floor, let alone looked up.

Under Batty's long-term teaching and urgent supervision, he is exhausted every day, and he has no time and motivation to make some escape attempts. He can only pray that Professor Dumbledore can find him and save him.

"Armor protection!" An armor spell blocked Batty's spell, and then quickly dodged behind the obstacle, with agility and agility.

Barty Crouch, who was temporarily serving as his tutor during this time, put away his wand and nodded with relief: "Very well, you are very proficient in the Iron Armor Curse. We can practice the new spell tomorrow."

Harry got up from behind the obstacle, and asked with some confusion: "But, Mr. Batty, it's still early, shouldn't we continue practicing?"

Batty nodded lightly, and said, "Yes, as usual, you will continue to study, but today's training is over here. You are going to a banquet tonight."

"banquet?"

"Banquet", Batty showed a malicious smile, almost startled Harry, the only good news is that the malice was not directed at Harry, "I have been looking forward to it for a long time, a banquet."

He recovered quickly and said to Harry, "Your dress has been delivered to your room, go try it on. I'll pick you up in an hour."

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This week was oversaturated for Harry and oversaturated for the Dark Lord.

He was busy sorting out the memories of his previous life, collecting various materials, and solving doubts about his previous life;

Be more busy studying black magic, especially the Dark Mark, it will give new surprises to your subordinates;

And the busiest thing is to prepare for tonight's banquet.

He was going to reconvene the Death Eaters at this banquet, and there was a lot to prepare for.

In his previous life, he directly summoned the surviving subordinates after his resurrection, and showed them a great Harry Potter story-oh, that shitty night, it's annoying to look back on.

He needs a more stunning opening to conquer his men.You must know that crazy devotion and being forced to deal with errands bring two effects, and those pig-like subordinates who were not good at handling things in their previous lives have the potential to be stronger.

In addition, there should be different treatment measures for different subordinates.

Strength is the foundation of everything, being strong means easier conquest, but it cannot mean everything.

The wise know the truth, the greedy lure it for profit, the ideal seeks the way, the coward fears violence, the loyal is trustworthy, and the betrayer also has his value.

Karkaroff trembled in front of him, begging bitterly: "Master...Master..."

After being arrested, this guy leaked the names of a large number of Death Eaters, cowardly, slick, and betrayal, but he is also the principal of Durmstrang, with a large number of students who openly study and study black magic—why did he apply for Huo? Isn't Gewartz's professorship just to compete for influence on the next generation?

The Dark Lord sneered, "Cruciate."

Karkaroff wailed at his feet, and he just watched indifferently.

The radish and the big stick, without the big stick, how can the radish look sweet?

Without punishment, how can rewards appear exciting?

How can these rats who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages believe that his master has no intention of killing them?

And the Dark Lord has been gone for so long, how to arouse their fear and admiration?

Punishment is also a reward.

"You cowardly betrayer," said the Dark Lord, with a haughty, condescending attitude and an indifferent expression, "stop your crying, rest assured, you will not die here."

Karkaroff raised his head suddenly, the movement was so fast that his hair was thrown into an arc, and the tangled longing was twisted on his face.

It's not easy to catch this guy, and the result of a rough summoning will only scare the guy away.You know, this guy's hiding skills are really good, blocking the summoning of the Dark Mark, and avoiding the death eaters who swarmed all over the world - in his previous life, he even hid for a whole year before he was finally found, and the Dark Lord didn't want to waste this time .

"Let me see what you can do," the Dark Lord said icily, "to redeem your life."

All Death Eaters who have entered Azkaban will hate him to the bone, and his only protector will be his aloof master.

Life and death will compel him to offer his deepest devotion to himself.

Barely usable.