The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Ever since she found out Roald's identity, Hermione's worries never stopped.

Harry's confession on the first night of school was moving, and Hermione was moved by her friend's courage and frankness, but in the future of the wizarding world, her touch was the least valuable.

It can't be said that Harry's idea is unrealistic, Hermione believes that he knows who he wants to be, it can only be said that such an idea is very fragile.

In fact, Hermione felt that her friend's current life and spirit were deeply entangled with the mysterious man, but the one who controlled the situation was a cruel and evil mysterious man who had no scruples and restraints.

After several days of restless worry, Hermione finally decided to investigate on her own.

She didn't completely deny Harry's idea, but she just wanted to personally confirm the key to its success: the attitude of the mysterious man.

Professor Riddle is a star figure on campus. In just a few classes, he has become popular among students of all grades at Hogwarts. He will attract a lot of attention wherever he goes. It is not difficult to get news about him. The difficult thing is how to get close to him. observe.

As we all know, Professor Riddle never eats in the lobby, except in the classroom and office, he only appears in the library.If it's just that, that's all. Hermione is also a frequent visitor to the library. The problem is that he doesn't stop outside every time he enters the library, and goes straight to the forbidden book area.

Students need special permission from at least one of the professors to get in there, and Hermione can get that - she's pretty good at it - the problem is that very few other people get it, which means the no-feed books section is usually pretty empty, If she rashly followed up, the mysterious person would definitely be alerted.

Hermione didn't want to add any more burden to the delicate and fragile relationship between Harry and the You-Know-Who. Something must have happened to them recently. The depression exuding from Harry was almost visible to the naked eye, and the You-Know-Who was almost indifferent to it, which made Hermione worry more and more day by day.

The library is the only place where you can get real information about the mysterious person.In class he was a false image of the perfect professor, but Hermione was confident that the time he spent in the library would not be fake.

At first, she could only observe cautiously from the periphery.When there is no class, she can always find the mysterious man in the library. Although professors usually have more time than students, such frequency of appearance definitely affects his normal life.Hermione realized he was looking for something that should be important to him.

This strengthened her determination to find a way to sneak into the forbidden book area, and she must be able to see something from the person he was looking for.

After a few days of observation, Hermione entered the Forbidden Books area one step ahead of him after she had almost figured out the law of the mysterious man's appearance.

Mrs. Pince dutifully stopped her: "Your permission, Miss Granger."

Hermione took out the signature she got from Professor McGonagall, and Mrs. Pince looked disapproving when she checked it.

"Okay. You are a regular visitor. Are you interested in helping the library?" Mrs. Pince returned the note to her, and pointed to the job advertisement posted behind the door, "I'm a bit busy recently."

Hermione glanced at it. She was recruited as a librarian's assistant, responsible for sorting out books and borrowing matters. She could get a lot of money and the right to enter and exit the library at any time.

If it was the past, she would definitely not be able to resist this temptation.But the situation this semester is not optimistic, and she may not be able to spend extra energy on such a part-time job.

"Thank you for your favor, Mrs. Pince, I think it will be next time." She said regretfully.

Hermione pinpointed the timing and patrolled the center of the restricted area, and the mysterious man arrived after a while.

She carefully avoided his line of sight, and did not let out a sigh of relief until she could no longer hear the sound of walking, and moved slowly between the bookshelves.

Injury, spirit, curse, death... She silently read the classification of the bookshelves row by row, trying to figure out the type of black magic that the mysterious man was looking for.When passing a certain bookshelf, I caught his figure for a moment from the gap between the two bookshelves.Hermione stopped breathing for a moment and froze nervously.

That figure stood at the end of three bookshelves, and was constantly scanning books from the shelves.

"Sweep" in the true sense.Starting from one end, I took out the books one by one, flipped through them quickly after reading the catalog page, and put them back on the bookshelf, leaving none of them in my hand.

Hermione had never seen a person who was looking for books so fast. She often exercised her ability to quickly find the table of contents and key points in the book, but her fastest speed was not half as fast as his.

A hand suddenly slapped her shoulder, and Hermione almost jumped up in fright, and turned around defensively, seeing Malfoy's suspicious face.

"Hmm—" Hermione quickly covered his half-opened mouth, and dragged him away from the mysterious man involuntarily.

"--what are you doing!" Draco asked in a low voice, shaking off her hand.Obviously, he also knows who else is in the penalty area at this time.

"I should ask you that!" Hermione said bluntly, she glanced in the direction of the mysterious man, she couldn't see anything now, but she still cautiously walked into a secluded corner, and looked around with her arms folded. Draco, "Why are you again?"

Even though she had been paying attention to the movements of the mysterious man these two days, she was aware of Malfoy's prying eyes.That was by no means her illusion, just like when Harry was being followed before, it was blatant and unapologetic, making people helpless for a while.

"Now your target has become me?" She asked contemptuously, and suddenly thought of something, and sneered, "I see...you don't dare to provoke Harry anymore."

Draco laughed and said, "Don't dare? Why wouldn't I dare? Anyone who is sensible by now should know that Gryffindors should keep their tails between their legs. Especially you, Granger. I didn't expect that you would Dare to take the initiative to come over, is it because you are afraid that the adult has not noticed your humble bloodline?"

Hermione's expression became terrified in an instant. She stared at Malfoy without saying a word, but the air around her seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

Draco swallowed subconsciously, as if he didn't know how the words just came out of his mouth.But he wasn't going to take it back, his pale pointed face was full of disdain and prejudice.

Suddenly, a cold, low hissing sound came faintly, and Hermione's face changed, not sure if it was her illusion.But seeing Draco's suspicious eyes, she confirmed that she had heard correctly.

Hermione turned to find out, but Malfoy grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Let go!" Hermione yelled angrily.

"Don't look for death." Draco said gloomily, and with all his strength, he quickly dragged her away from the bookshelf area and into the empty restricted lounge.

A Shocking Charm struck his hand, and Draco bounced back painfully.

"You're crazy!" He couldn't help cursing.

Hermione ignored him, turned around and walked back, Draco grabbed her shoulder helplessly, Hermione made a gesture and then pulled out his wand, Draco immediately raised his hands: "Calm down. If you beat us here, we will all be kicked out by Mrs. Pince go out."

He was right. Mrs. Pince, who was cleaning the glass in the lounge, had stopped what she was doing, frowned and paid attention to them.

"I just want to advise you that usually nothing good will happen when that adult speaks Parseltongue." Draco said seriously.

Hermione said coldly, "None of your business."

Dracozzi smiled angrily: "Okay. You can go to death as much as you want, I don't bother. However, before you die, I want to ask one thing clearly. How many O's did you get in your OWLs?"

Hermione's brow twitched, which was as weird as a cramp. She looked Malfoy up and down, and couldn't help but suspect that someone had cast the Imperius Curse on him.

"Is this none of your business again?" It was clearly written in her eyes: there are so many things to do.

Draco's pale face was slightly embarrassing, and he said angrily: "Tell me, and then you can freely seek death."

"You two, get out." Mrs. Pince's voice interrupted them coldly.

The two were driven out of the library by the stern librarian with a wand like a vermin.

It was the first time in Hermione's life that she was chased away from her favorite library in such a state of embarrassment. Even when she had a heated discussion with Harry and Ron before, she had never been chased by Mrs. Pince. She felt that Unprecedented humiliation.

"You bloody evil Slytherin!" Hermione finally couldn't help cursing, "Ferreat! Stupid! Villain! It's all your fault!"

"It was you who sneakily peeped at the professor in the restricted area." Draco scanned the corridor unhurriedly, and there were several Ravenclaws holding books standing not far away, "Believe it or not, as long as I put you Tell any girls about stalking and spying on Professor Riddle—such as the few over there—you will have no peace for the whole semester."

"What, what?" Hermione was shocked and thundered, "What are you talking about!"

"Aren't you looking for death? I'll find more helpers for you, so that you can quickly achieve your goal." Draco smirked, "You don't need that lord to bother, as long as there is a little gossip and smear, you will die for nothing. A place of burial. Everyone's happy, isn't it? I'm such a considerate and good subordinate."

"...considerate?" Hermione suddenly realized something, and looked at him with a strange expression, "You said that the scandal between me and... is...considerate?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, and glanced at her critically: "It's cheap for you...you can't let your aunt know..."

Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment, then slowly backed away.Draco was about to smugly tease when he saw her slanting a contemptuous sneer.

"You don't know anything." She shook her head, her eyes revealing a kind of condescending pity, "You don't know anything about your master, Malfoy, how pitiful. You helped us by taking the wrong medicine Now, I would like to give you a few words of advice: don’t keep thinking about gossip, and don’t think that you can rely on the mysterious person to do your best—you won’t know whether your master will choose you at that time.”

She used her magic wand to shrink down the textbook she was carrying in her arms and put it in her pocket, and finally said: "I took ten subjects, and only one got an E. If you are not stupid enough, you should be able to calculate how many O's you have. And You are different, I rely on brains, not blood."

After speaking, she left without looking back.

Draco stood where he was, playing the result of ten minus one on a loop in his mind.

Nine O...

He guessed that Hermione's grades would be good, but unexpectedly, it almost killed him...

Hermione went straight back to the Gryffindor bedroom, not feeling much better.Although the threats to Malfoy are true, they can only be regarded as optimistic.She wasn't sure what choice the mysterious man would make because of Harry's relationship. She just guessed intuitively that even if she was unlucky, Malfoy would definitely not get good results.

She fell asleep in the dormitory and woke up in the evening. She wanted to go to the lobby to have something to eat, but she didn't expect to run into Ron with Lavender's arms in her arms as soon as she arrived in the Gryffindor common room. Lost appetite immediately.

"Hermione!" Unexpectedly, Ron took the initiative to call her.

Lavender looked at him indulgently from the side, as if he had some kind of sovereignty.

Hermione was so angry that she reluctantly responded, "What's the matter?"

Ron seemed to enjoy the feeling of being admired very much. For the first time, he didn't give her a cold look: "Have you seen Harry? We wanted to find him to celebrate, but we never saw anyone."

Hermione frowned, and said sarcastically, "I can't tell, you still care about Harry!" She knew that she should discuss Harry's whereabouts with Ron, but she couldn't control her bad words at all, it must be The hangover from that fight with that bastard Malfoy.

Ron's good face disappeared immediately. They were already in a cold war, so it was no surprise that such a result occurred.

"Don't be angry, I'll accompany you to find him, Ron." Lavender coaxed him with a smile.

Ron gave Hermione a cold look and followed her.

Hermione stared at their retreating backs, feeling annoyed and stuffy, as well as an indescribable sense of grievance.

She silently wrote the classified floor plan of the forbidden book area in the common room, and guessed the area where the mysterious person is based on her memories. Originally, it didn't take much time, but her mind hardly turned around, and she scribbled on the paper for a long time , to get the result in a daze.

Magic Festival.

... She tried to deduce more information from it, but found nothing but some baseless evil imagination.

There is too little data.What an unlucky day, she thought dejectedly.

"Hermione." Harry's voice woke her up suddenly, and there was no one in the lounge.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" He took off his invisibility cloak and asked with concern, "There shouldn't be any homework to do today."

"Where have you been, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry was a little speechless: "...I went to find...Tom."

Hermione stared at him blankly, unable to connect the name with the real object for a moment.

"Sorry..." Harry lowered his head, an invisible shame covering him.To make matters worse, he saw the floor plan drawn by Hermione on the paper, and the words circled at the end.

Magic festival...

He seems to have seen a lot of... this kind of book title today...

"You don't have to apologize, Harry," said Hermione.

Harry gently picked up her scrap of paper: "You deserve my deepest apology, Hermione. And, thank you."

Hermione's eyes were slightly broken for a split second, and they were like undulating water in the dancing firelight of the fireplace.

"You're reconciled, aren't you?" she asked softly.

Harry nodded silently. He should have been more excited, but Hermione's expression and the manuscript in his hand made him feel heavy.

Hermione smiled slightly at him.

"That's good," she said, "That's good..."