HP Dark Hero

?Harry strode down the long, dark corridor.

The black Death Eater's cloak fluttered behind him, bringing out many shadows, and the special mask covered every emotion, and when he passed by every faint wall lamp, there was a cold silver light across the corridor.

There were many people walking in the same direction as him in the promenade, and they were also dressed as Death Eaters who could not be identified as their real identities. However, when they saw Harry, every Death Eater would involuntarily get out of the way, stop and hold their breath. Waiting until they brushed past him, the Death Eaters breathed a sigh of relief and moved on.

All kinds of eyes, either fearful or envious, all focused on Harry.

Harry seemed oblivious to those sights, and stepped into the hall.

At this time, many Death Eaters were neatly lined up in the hall, radiating outward from the throne-like position directly in front, forming a ripple-like arc. A few members at the end of the hall whispered excitedly hello to Harry as he entered the hall.

"Mr. Phoenix..." "Good evening, sir..."

The youthful voice was full of reverence.

Harry nodded slightly indifferently.

Scanning a few people with covert eyes, Harry easily discovered the identities of these new members-they were all senior Slytherin students-every time Draco made a fuss, he hecked maliciously, and it was rumored privately that Harry Potter wanted Zabini for a night The group of people who have been pitied for a long time.

They probably still weren't eligible for the Dark Mark... but Voldemort had indeed made his way into Hogwarts.

Thoughts slipped by, Harry had already taken a few steps to the front of the crowd, and stood by Lucius Malfoy.

...It only took him nearly half a year of 'hard work' to come to this familiar old position again. Harry couldn't help feeling ridiculous, but there was no smile in his heart.

On the main seat, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and was hissing and talking to Nagini, a giant viper with a thick bowl mouth.

The cold and weird snake language made people feel oppressed and terrified, but the other party was Bellatrix, who was obsessed with the Dark Lord. The witch with the crazy blood of the Black family had a frenzied expression, as if Voldemort was not talking to a pet snake, but Whispered love words in Bella's ear.

After a while, Voldemort finally got up and looked around at the kneeling silent followers.

The darkness in his eyes contains things that are far more frightening than evil, but nothing is missing. When his sanity is still alive, the scarlet snake pupils even look as elegant and noble as before, strategizing and convincing His charm──Even with such terrifying pale facial features, it is still the same.

"Welcome, my followers... glad I still see you and show your loyalty," he said with silky grace. "Ah, our hero Phoenix—"

Harry immediately stepped forward and knelt down on the ground, calling out Lord in a low voice.

"A few days ago, I was very satisfied with your performance in Buxton... two missions in succession, I hope you haven't been too tired--"

"It's an honor to serve you." Harry replied in a low voice.

What Voldemort was referring to was a few days ago, Harry took over from other people to lead the team to carry out the raid in Derbyshire, England at night after a temporary mission during the day.There are many wizards traveling to the ancient and beautiful Buxton area in this season, which made the huge Dark Mark and attack in the night sky very amazing.

And the Death Eater who had been replaced from the leadership position of the team due to incompetence had already been thrown away as food for the dementors.

Voldemort's appreciation was beyond words, and the sudden emergence of Phoenix made many Death Eaters have a premonition of power reshuffle, and once again had the idea of ​​forming an alliance with it.

Harry was promoted extremely quickly among the Death Eaters based on his actual battle results.

Unlike Lucius Malfoy, who is good at socializing, has certain influence in society, or has outstanding skills like Severus Snape, 'Phoenix' is not very smart, does not play tricks, only speaks with extremely powerful strength, and shows full respect for power Desire, but stupidly can't find the right way to get it.

This Phoenix, in particular, has really done well and has proven himself capable.

While easy to control, it has never been self-defeating by talking too much.He is a sharp blade, faithfully carrying out the request of the holder without any self-awareness.

Voldemort was very pleased with this.

——and Harry also knew that Voldemort liked such easy-to-use pawns that were incapable of endangering it.

Losing the support of the Malfoy family or a master of potions like Snape was a blow to Voldemort's power, but losing Phoenix did not affect anything, so he could use it freely.

'Easy chess piece' is also the best way Harry can do to get promoted to core Death Eater in the shortest time... even if Blaise has taught him with his heart, he is only a half-hearted nobleman , do not know power.

...Only strength is immutable.

His position cleverly overlaps with Bella's, but his performance is better than that of the uncontrolled witch.

Sure enough, hearing Voldemort's comfort and praise to Harry, Bella's beautiful facial features twisted abnormally, and she stared at Harry with furious eyes.

"Lord!" She said hastily, not knowing how to deal a fatal blow to Harry, "How can you trust—"

"It's not up to you whether I trust or not, Bella." Voldemort cut off Bella's fretful screams, and pointed the tip of his wand dangerously at the disgruntled witch.He didn't use the Unforgivable Curse that he was good at, and he didn't even use a trace of magic power. The crazy witch still cowered reflexively like a small animal hit by pain.

"Bella, Bella..." the Dark Lord repeated repeatedly, sighing, "How could I forget you? You are also my capable general, the vanguard of a great idea..."

Bella immediately forgot about the Dark Lord's threat, puffed out her chest proudly, and cast a smug look at Harry.

Harry chuckled to himself, amused that this normally perceptive witch couldn't hear Voldemort's annoyance at all, as well as Bella's intention to check and balance him.

These thoughts were fleeting, and Harry also 'secretly' returned a look of disgust and irritation.

"But, Bella, we always have to give the new Phoenix a chance to express himself...I want to make sure that every follower around me is competent enough and has the ability to come to this position."

Having said that, Voldemort stopped the topic, changed his tone, and began to methodically point out other Death Eaters who had recently participated in the mission, and assigned the new arrangement.

The Death Eaters who were named stepped forward to kiss the DarkLord's robe one by one, accepted rewards or punishments, and then quietly took orders to leave.

The Death Eaters beside him came and went, only Harry, who was left hanging in front of Voldemort, still knelt on one knee, waiting with his head bowed in silence.

Voldemort's behavior didn't make Harry worry, he began to count down every Death Eater who passed him by his dress and words in a harsh tone to pass the time, and later he even counted sheep.

I don't know how long it took before the hall was empty, the Death Eaters had almost left, and the sheep in Harry's mind had grown into a mountain of sheep. Voldemort glanced at Harry with a polite surprised expression on his face, as if he Only then did he notice that Harry was still here.

"Phoenix, why are you still here?"

Harry didn't understand what Voldemort meant, so he could only answer neutrally: "At any time, wait for the Lord's order," his voice was a little hoarse because he hadn't drank for a long time.

"Yes... I happen to have an important task, and I need to give it to a follower who is strong enough and fearless..."

"At your disposal," Harry said with implicit fervor.

"I received the news that at noon two days later, Dumbledore prepared a small trap with the intention of weakening me..." Voldemort said, the bloody snake eyes stared at the young man kneeling on the ground to express his submission, " And I intend to send you there, Phoenix—to prove to me your loyalty and worth."

Harry vaguely felt a chill on the back of his neck as his gaze swept over him, but he didn't show it.

Voldemort clearly said that there would be an ambush, but he still arranged for people to go there. The reason for this was not clear to Harry, and it seemed that he didn't need to know, because he couldn't refuse.He replied in a low voice, "Yes, Lord."

Afterwards, Harry followed Voldemort's instructions and left silently.

There was only one chair in the empty hall, and Voldemort sat quietly on the large chair, looking down at the people at his feet who refused to take orders to leave.

The sorcerer stayed where he was unwillingly, and it was Bella.

She met Voldemort's cold eyes, "Lord, I hope you will allow me to participate in Phoenix's mission in two days——"

Muggle London, on the streets in the morning, among the crowds, a young man with brown hair and blue eyes hurriedly walked, grabbing cheap coffee from a chain store, with a dilapidated briefcase in his arm, with an anxious expression on his face, as if he was about to be late. I am worried that a lot of lessons will be deducted from the already meager salary.

He turned the corner and accidentally bumped into the man leaning against the newsstand, most of the coffee in his hand spilled on the man's windbreaker.The brown-haired young man looked embarrassed, and was about to apologize when he was hit hard in the face by the "Bild" that the man was reading.The man squinted his eyes and stared at the young man coldly. The young man's blue eyes were also burning with anger. He grabbed the man's collar, cursed a few times in German, and his face was red.

The man seemed to be frightened by the young man's excitement, and he didn't want to provoke a lunatic early in the morning, so after the same vulgar curse, the man thought he was unlucky, squeezed the young man's fist and shook it away, turned around and left cursingly.

The angry young man watched the figure of the man disappear into the crowd, angrily took out a few pounds and photographed them in the hands of the newspaper kiosk owner who indifferently claimed, stomped away, and disappeared into the alley.

Harry turned into the narrow alley, apologizing in his heart to the man whom he had spilled coffee all over, thinking that the man would use the fastest speed to transfer the information to his master.

He doesn't know much about the current Order of the Phoenix, and he can only leave it to that gentleman to tell Dumbledore about the choice and judgment of the information...

'Maybe I should ask Dumbledore,' Harry murmured in his head before Apparating, 'I don't know if he, or, would they like this Christmas present? '?