The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

It was a dark and windy night, and the fog in London was blowing around the street corner with the cold night wind. There were only a few passers-by in a hurry on the street.

The young man was wearing a tall and straight black overcoat, and walked in the moonless night with awe.He had to admit that Muggle clothes were extremely effective for keeping warm, and even the Dark Lord had to bow his head to the cold when he was temporarily unable to use magic.

That's right, that's the biggest problem.

He is very satisfied with his brand new body born from the resurrection magic. It is full of vitality, powerful magic, and a deterrent appearance. Everything is so perfect... except for this night that happens every month.

Every new moon night, the feared Dark Lord will lose his magic power for a short time and become a complete Muggle.

Although it was only a short night, it was undoubtedly a fatal weakness for the Dark Lord.He had to use some extraordinary means to hide this secret, such as dressing up as a Muggle and wandering the streets of London late at night.

The surroundings were truly terrifyingly quiet, and the moonless foggy night was wrapped in thick darkness, making it more dangerous and unpredictable than ever.

Voldemort stopped in front of the neon lights of a pub, apparently a more reliable shelter than a deserted, empty street.Although the nearby neighborhoods belong to the bustling section of the road, there are only a few bars in such a late night, and there are still lots of people.

He took off the narrow-brimmed hat on his head, and the cold light that changed from light and shadow outlined his sharp and handsome features.

Yep, that's another side issue.

As a side effect of the magical transformation, the Dark Lord, who lost his magical power, even changed his appearance back to his original human appearance, and the deterrent power he had always been proud of was gone.

He frowned, fully aware of the trouble this appearance would cause, but on the other hand, it was good for hiding his identity.With infinite nostalgia for the Muggle Repelling Curse and Ignore Curse, Voldemort stepped into the bar.

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When a tall and thin young man walked into the Moen Bar, he almost attracted the attention of all the rakes hanging around the door.

Although the black coat is hidden in the deep shadows, all the vagueness and ambiguity do not hinder the attractiveness of the whole body.

It was an astonishing body without looking closely.It is easy to stop the gaze.

The waiter quickly responded and stepped forward to ask about the needs.

"Find a hiding place."

The young man's voice was very penetrating, low and light in the noisy bar environment, but the waiter could hear it clearly.

He leads the other to a booth at the back of the dance floor.When passing by a few prodigals, he gave him a knowing look.

"This is the menu, sir. Our minimum consumption is 25 pounds. If you have any needs, you can tell me at any time through the small bell on the table."

The waiter's eyes still stayed on the young man, trying to continue the greetings.

"Lucky for you, this is the last vacant cubicle in our store."

The young man's dark eyes finally fell on him, lacking in friendliness and patience.

In fact, it's even a little daunting.

"understood."

His nonchalant tone conveyed the full intent of expulsion.

The waiter had no choice but to shrug his shoulders: "Then I wish you a happy day." He left regretfully.By the way, convey the results to several regular customers who continue to pay attention——

not to be trifled.

A beautiful skin can mobilize too many resources.

Usually, it is difficult to have an approachable soul with an outstanding appearance, and indifference can effectively screen out many unnecessary troubles.

For example, those libertines who received the signal at this time have effectively suppressed their eagerness to move.

But the world is always full of surprises and wonders.

When the waiter went to greet a handsome young man, the other party actually smiled shyly at his hospitality.

"I just want to grab a drink somewhere."

The waiter is active.The swingers who tip the most get a playful look.

The waiter led the boy to the bar in the center.

"Well...it's better to be in a corner that no one pays attention to." Unexpectedly, the boy didn't follow, but searched around with his eyes, trying to find an ideal location.

The waiter said: "I'm sorry, a gentleman just sat in the last small room, and now there are only seats at the bar and the stage."

As the colored lights flickered, the waiter noticed an unusual lightning scar on the boy's forehead.

Feeling his gaze, Harry touched the scar habitually, wanting to get rid of him quickly, so he walked towards a seemingly empty private room.

"Wait, sir! There's someone over there—"

"We can share a table." Harry dropped the words, strode into the small hidden room, and before he could see what was going on inside, he asked, "Hi, can I sit here?"

Inside sat a lanky man, and when he looked up, Harry was startled.

The man sat in the shadow at the innermost side of the private room, tall and thin.Dark eyes emerging from the long, deep shadows pinned him in place.

That gaze didn't stay for long, and soon returned to the wine glass on the table, as if Harry was just a stranger who met by chance.Harry subconsciously felt a little reluctant.Then he breathed a sigh of relief, he just likes this kind of world where no one knows him.

He was pleased to see the other nod, acquiescing to his request.

Voldemort, of course, recognized the Savior at a glance, and had decided to disguise himself to the end as early as Harry's approach.

Harry couldn't help but take a few extra glances.When I sat on the other side, I noticed that the waiter's eyes were also on the man.

He could understand—it was so remarkable, the man's looks—and he couldn't help but glance over again.

It is worth noting that this is not the only thing, Harry flipped through the menu provided by the waiter, and the frustration of getting along with Qiu made him feel depressed, but the man diagonally opposite gave him a sense of familiarity, which came from nowhere, and his heart was inexplicably dissipated I feel a little sad.

He asked for a glass of beer, not quite able to bear the stimulation of spirits.The waiter dawdled for a while before leaving with the menu.Harry didn't care about that.

Valentine's Day had just passed, and it was Hogsmeade Week, so he and Qiu went out on a rare date, but they broke up in the end.

Occasionally, in moments of extreme despair, he would return to the Muggle world without wizards like this, and drink until dawn.

No one here knows him, no one expects him, and no one accuses him.

Here, he can be the most ordinary fool in a lovelorn, without worrying that the next day's newspaper headlines will be copied by him foolishly trying to drink away his worries.

Voldemort noticed that his nemesis was trying to get himself drunk with soft alcohol.

Uncontrollably raised the corners of his lips in mockery, wondering if there was any Muggle method that could directly end the serious trouble in his confidant.

It must be fast, precise, and without error.

Otherwise, a wizarding savior - even a tiger-headed imp - is enough to kill a Muggle Dark Lord.

well.

After thinking for a moment, Voldemort continued to take a sip of the spirit.

No.

For the first time he hated his lack of Muggle knowledge.

The alcohol content of butter beer is not high, but anyone who wants to get drunk will get drunk anyway.

It wasn't long before Harry started to feel a little dizzy, distracted by the flickering lights of the bar.

He looked at his handsome neighbor, even though the environment was very dark and the other person was silent, it did not detract from the intimidating attractiveness.

A man like this must have never been in love, Harry thought sourly.

"Are you broken in love?" a deep voice suddenly asked.

Only then did Harry realize that he had unknowingly spoken his mind.

"Damn." He muttered disapprovingly.

Even the voice is terrible.

Couldn't the world be fair to poor people like him?

"Forget about Cedric, even the passers-by in the bar are better than me..."

"Cedric?"

"Yes. It's true that I killed the boy Qiu likes... But I thought she had already figured it out, but..." Harry wrinkled his nose in pain, "She cried."

Childish adolescent men and women.

Voldemort snorted, he was not going to interrupt anymore.It is enough to let the savior think that he is just a passerby in the bar, and the next step is to find an opportunity to stay away from him.

But Harry couldn't let him get what he wanted. It seemed that he had discovered the joy of talking to others. Harry began to pour out his lovelorn feelings endlessly, regardless of whether Voldemort responded or not.

"...Actually, I should chase her out. I have liked her for two years, and I didn't have a chance to date her until today. But I sat there and didn't want to move at all. I was irritable and depressed, and I couldn't calm down. I don't know why she To mention Cedric, maybe she still loves him, no, she definitely still loves him, she thinks I killed him, maybe I have an obligation to take care of his girlfriend..."

Harry muttered to himself, then suddenly raised his head, his green eyes fixed on the man opposite him.

"We're done, aren't we?"

For a moment, Voldemort thought he was questioning himself.

Then he realized that the savior was worrying about his little love troubles of excess hormones.

Before he could answer, Harry came to his senses and apologized: "I'm sorry, you must be very strange. I just... can't say these things to people I know, not even... strangers in our place." If he doesn't want to be the headline of the Daily Prophet's gossip page, "Telling you this makes me feel better. Leave me alone..."

"I don't think she loves you." Voldemort cut him off, piercing him with a sure look.

Harry's confession, although messy, has provided enough information to make a judgment.

"That girl, Cho, obviously loved her dead boyfriend. I'm afraid you haven't even started."

The emerald green eyes flashed, and the faint light in them was a little fragile, and Voldemort's too straightforward assertion seemed to break Harry's heart.

"...You're right." He said hoarsely, staring down at the bubbles in the glass, "Thank you."

Voldemort was a little annoyed to find his stomach clenched at the feeble thank you, he wasn't quite sure what it was, it was clearly not comfortable.

"I don't think you should be thanked." He said coldly.

Harry shook his head slightly, a sad mouth lifted.

"I need these words. These...spicy...but well-meaning and truthful."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow uncontrollably - kindness?He almost laughed out loud.

Harry seemed to have expected his reaction, and said without raising his head, "Maybe you don't think so, but the truth that is not affected by my identity is the greatest kindness I want. Even if it's a bit mean... maybe you think so? I not give a damn about."

Voldemort stared at the Savior as if he was meeting him for the first time.Maybe he shouldn't realize now how much Harry's reputation as the messiah had affected his life.

That was different from him or Dumbledore, who, despite being more famous, were all the result of their own choice, and they were in full control of its birth and direction-Harry Potter was completely different.

The boy was forced to gain too much fame at an age that he couldn't even control. His fate was completely driven by such a huge force, and his every move was deeply restrained.He appears to be free, but in fact he is a prisoner of honor.

Voldemort suddenly understood why the Savior was here.In fact, it is somewhat similar to him, isn't it?Get rid of a world that is overly sensitive to its own existence.

Voldemort came back from his contemplation and found that Harry was staring at him without blinking. His emerald eyes were dim and bright in the dim environment of the bar, which strangely gave people the illusion of profoundness.

"And you, why do you come here to drink?" the savior asked.He seemed to have moved a little bit out of his broken emotions and started to take an interest in his hard-to-ignore neighbor. "may I know your name?"

Voldemort pulled one corner of his mouth, and it was hard to imagine what could be seen as a poor pick-up between the Savior and him.

"Roald," he made up one casually, and suppressed the urge to say his real name—the savior's expression would definitely be interesting, but the spell that followed would not—and asked him, "yours? "

"Roald..." The savior replied after hesitating, "My name is Harry Potter."

He was happy to see that Roald's expression didn't change much, he only slightly lowered his beautiful jaw, and his eyes fell back to the wine glass boringly.

"Unglamorously common."

Harry couldn't help laughing and said, "You are so mean, Mr. Roald."

"I thought you called that kindness," Voldemort sneered.

There was no denying the joy in his tone.

Harry was actually amused, and he lay on the table laughing for a while before digging his head out.

"You're an interesting man, Roald, and I'm beginning to like you."

There was no cloudiness in his eyes now, they shone brightly in the dimly lit bar cubicle, and happiness flowed clearly from him, infecting almost all living things around him.

Voldemort wasn't a creature that could be infected, but his mood - complicated as it was - was hardly bad.He even finally remembered that he had planned to get away from the Savior as soon as possible, but he didn't move.

Harry sat diagonally in front of him familiarly, raised his soft drink (in Voldemort's words) and said, "Let's have a drink, Roald."

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There was a reason why Harry didn't recognize the Enemy.

1. In the second grade, Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets is only 16 years old, and his appearance is different from that of an adult.

2. At this time, Harry has not yet received Dumbledore's "Tom Riddle's Life and Introduction" tutoring class, and has not frequently seen Datang's appearance in Dumbledore's memory to deepen his memory.

3. The last time we met was a long time ago, it was already in the second grade, and his memory has faded. In his heart, Voldemort is the horrible appearance when he was resurrected. Roald in front of him is not only a human being, but also a Muggle, Xiaohu Didn't think about that at all.