[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"What do my scars mean?"

Harry's voice fell, and there was a moment of silence in the conference hall.Harry seemed to see some floating expression passing over the Dark Lord's face, but when he took a closer look, it seemed that what had just happened was an illusion. In fact, nothing happened, and the Dark Lord still had the expression that everything was there. The appearance of mastery and calmness.In the silence of the room, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was smiling, but Harry always felt that the smile didn't seem to come from his eyes.

There was a flash of seriousness in the Dark Lord's crimson eyes, and slowly he opened his mouth, breaking the silence in the room, his tone was still gentle and loving: "Harry, why do you ask such a question?"

"Because it's so special." Harry also replied slowly, he looked directly into the eyes of the Dark Lord, trying to find out the truth from those eyes, "and I'm not blind."

Harry couldn't help touching his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar under his palm was almost imprinted with the traces of his life. This was the imprint of the death of his parents, the honor of his victory over death, and the symbol of his rough life: "Before, it would hurt when you were emotional, or when you were near me, it was the best siren siren, Professor Quirrell, diary, everything, even I can see what you see The scenes from the Riddle House, Wormtail, those scenes that I always thought were hallucinations..."

The Dark Lord stretched out his right hand and covered Harry's palm covering his forehead. The warmth penetrated from the intersecting skin, bringing an indescribable tactile sensation, drawing Harry's attention to the direction where the fingers and palms intersected.

Harry's words broke off involuntarily, sinking into the gentle touch.But he forcibly moved his thoughts away from the contact of his forehead, and pulled him back into the conversation: "During the time after the Triwizard Tournament, you should have done something. After your treatment, this kind of alarm is the same The connection is gone, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't show you and me anymore."

"But," Harry bit his lip, "it's just a façade. It doesn't seem to exist, but in fact... he didn't disappear, he was just, just covered up."

The Dark Lord slowly pulled Harry's hand off his forehead, and then covered his own. He began to stroke Harry's scar over and over again as he had done before.This action was really disturbing, Harry tried hard to control his thoughts, ignored the Dark Lord's ambiguous action, and continued his statement: "However, when Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape dealt with it, it started to appear again. The pain, even with the fragments of your past memories, are telling me that something is wrong with this scar... Also, your treatment of the scar after returning, the control of this scar by you and Professor Dumbledore at the same time ,as well as--"

Harry raised his hand, and took the Dark Lord's palm that was always touching his forehead, disturbing his thinking, and accentuated his voice: "And, your behavior of always fondling my scars!"

The Dark Lord couldn't help laughing. He shrugged, restraining his desire to touch the scar, and said regretfully, "I thought you would ignore it."

"Maybe before," said Harry, holding on to the 'evil' hand of the Dark Lord, "but now, it's really unlikely that I'll let such a big opening go. You've made me what I am now." of."

——It was you who opened up my broad horizons, cultivated my keen eyesight, and tried to cultivate me into what you wanted.And now, I'm like this, and I'm starting to see something is wrong, and it's getting more and more wrong...

The Dark Lord opened his mouth, interrupting Harry's free thoughts: "Actually, you can ask me directly, Harry. As long as you ask, I will actually tell you the answer."

——But is this the answer I want?Will this be the real answer?

Harry swallowed the question that almost came to his mouth, he pursed his lips, let go of the Dark Lord's hand, sat upright, and waited for the Dark Lord's answer.

"This is the connection," the Dark Lord's finger slid across the lightning-shaped scar, drawing a curved line, as if outlining the traces of fate, "it is the connection between you and me."

"Connection?" Harry repeated the word, confusion flashing through his eyes.

"Remember that prophecy? The prophecy that declared my fate and yours, and actually changed our destiny?" said the Dark Lord, reluctantly withdrawing his hand, leaving the scar. "'The Dark Lord marked him for Enemy', remember this sentence? The prophecy originally pointed to you and Neville Longbottom, however, I chose you, I marked you, from now on this prophecy has nothing to do with Neville Longbottom, it only maintains On both of us."

"You mean..." said Harry hesitantly, "that the scar represents the prophesied mark?"

"Yes," the Dark Lord replied affirmatively, "it is precisely because of this scar that my fate and yours are linked together, intertwined and inseparable."

"Inseparable?" Harry blinked hesitantly, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of the word.

"This means," the corners of the Dark Lord's mouth curled up again, and this time, a smile seeped into those jewel-like red eyes, "you must have been entangled with me for most of your life, and my life You will be entangled with me hereafter. No force can separate our destinies, Harry, you are destined to be mine."

Harry swallowed.

"And what Dumbledore wants to do is to break the connection between you and me. He wants to separate your fate from mine," the Dark Lord leaned closer, his voice dangerous and seductive, "and I won't allow it."

He almost moved close to Harry's ear, his breath blowing against Harry's earlobe, with extreme charm: "I don't want you to leave. I love you, I want you, I want to have you completely..."

Harry's earlobes began to turn red, and the red quickly smudged and spread, covering his entire cheeks.He lowered his head slightly, avoiding the Dark Lord's teasing shyly: "Don't be like this..."

The Dark Lord laughed mischievously, but he got closer: "What else?"

Harry gave the Dark Lord a hard look, and said accusingly, "You bullied me!"

The Dark Lord laughed happily, and the topic was naturally diverted. They left this single-family conference hall together and enjoyed dinner together.Harry looked sideways out of the window, and the setting sun cast magnificent colors, dyeing everything in a color like fire, as if there was blood flowing in a trance.

Harry's figure was faintly reflected on the transparent glass window. At this moment, those intimacy, those shyness, and those uncontrollable feelings all suddenly faded away, and what was reflected on the glass window was a expressionless face. s face.

Harry pulled a stiff smile towards the glass window, staring at his blurred reflection, feeling helpless and chilling in his heart at the same time.

Emotionally, he is willing to believe the words of the Dark Lord, he is willing to believe in the love of the Dark Lord, love is a heart-to-heart contact, some things can't lie, not to mention that he has always been so sensitive.He felt that the Dark Lord at least really had feelings for him, that he really cared about him, loved him, and didn't want him to suffer any harm.

but……

But intellectually, he clearly understood that today he did not tell the truth, at least what he said was not the whole truth.

At least for a moment, Harry really believed it, he wanted to believe it, he wanted to believe it, his lover...didn't lie to him.

But he can't.

Tell half, hide half, [-]% true, [-]% false, this is the way he taught himself to tell a lie, and he has really mastered it.

The reflection on the glass window is empty, empty, and vague, like an illusion that does not exist in the world.Harry sighed silently at the reflection on the glass window, he really... he shouldn't have asked that question.Afterwards, of course, the Dark Lord will control the news in this area more strictly, and it is even more impossible for him to find out the truth of this issue.

But the moment he asked the question, Harry really thought that the Dark Lord would tell him the whole truth as he had promised.An impulse that could be called stupid urged him to ask the real question instead of giving a false excuse as he had prepared earlier.

He was sure to lie to his lover, but he was unwilling to lie.

However, what he ushered in was a lie.

"Harry," the Dark Lord didn't notice that something was wrong with Harry, he ordered the table and called out a cup of black tea, "Come and taste this? Whittard black tea is rare to drink, I see you are in a meeting today The room was too tense, so we didn’t even taste it. I ordered another cup specially for you, do you like it?”

Facing the Dark Lord's gentle eyes and doting words, there is such a charismatic king who only treats you special, how can you not make people addicted?The hole in his heart seemed to be filled in an instant, Harry raised his head slightly, showing a sunny smile: "I like it."

He took the cup of black tea that was transported by special space transfer, took a sip sweetly, and then stuck out his tongue playfully to the Dark Lord who was looking at him: "Hot!"

"Be careful," the Dark Lord frowned slightly, with worry revealed in his words, "Let it cool before drinking."

"Help me blow it."

"Which one is blowing?" the Dark Lord said with a smile, "black tea? Or your burnt tongue?"

"What do you think?" Harry replied with a smile.

So they approached naturally, their lips and teeth intersected, and they kissed each other.

Harry turned his head slightly and glanced at the glass window. This time, the reflection on the glass window was a pair of lovers kissing passionately.

At least for now, they are sincerely and passionately in love.

Harry smiled and turned his eyes back, focusing more intently on the kiss.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Dark Lord: Unleash the trick "Fudge Dafa".

Harry: Because I have been hit too many times, I have developed antibodies, and the trick doesn't work.

Dark Lord: _(:з」∠)_