The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Snape took a deep breath outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and knocked on the dark wooden door covered with snake patterns.

"Enter." Voldemort said.

He brought over the research materials on Squibs that he had painstakingly sorted out last semester, and Voldemort sat at his desk to review them quickly.Snape stood in front of the table carefully, only catching other documents on the table from the corner of the corner.

Many unopened letters were stuck in a green magic mailbox, which Snape knew was a Death Eater report collection box enchanted against theft; the desktop was littered with past issues of newspapers and magazines, except for the inkwell and quill holder. , and a stack of thick parchment, which seemed to have writing on it, but Snape couldn't see the contents clearly.

"What about the experimental data and bibliography?" Voldemort asked, flipping through the materials he handed in very quickly.

Snape said: "Most of the bibliography is in the library. I still have almost all of them. There are a few books I have collected and commonly used. They are all here. As for the data... there are too many, and they are in my office. You can read them anytime." Available to view."

"how many?"

"A cabinet."

"Bring them all."

Snape nodded yes.Voldemort continued to flip through the information in his hand, without further instructions.

He had only seen the Dark Lord in private once since entering school.We don't even see each other at all on weekdays.Originally, he planned to use the information to increase contact opportunities, but he didn't expect the Dark Lord to completely take over the research.

He was secretly anxious, but he could only politely ask for instructions: "Do I still need to continue researching the Squib energy agent?"

"Change your thinking." Voldemort said, "I have gone through most of the books in the library about magic riots, and the summary you handed in is similar, which is enough to prove that this way is not going to work."

"That……"

"So we need to change our thinking and start with the healthy wizards themselves. I have several directions here." He took out a piece of parchment from the pile of parchment, and traced a line of words with his fingers, "...You look up 'magic bloodline'. Organize The genealogy of the major families is mainly to find out the origin and whereabouts of the bloodlines of the Squibs and the mixed blood, and then trace the origins of several outstanding witches."

"...Yes." Snape pondered for a moment, then obediently responded.Immediately afterwards Voldemort ordered: "You can go."

Snape had no choice but to back off.

"By the way." Just as he was about to reach the door, Voldemort said involuntarily, "I heard that you punished the Savior for a month's confinement?"

Snape's footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the door.

"...four times, once a week, Master." He carefully revised, considering whether he needed to explain his behavior further.But Voldemort had already given a "hmm" indifferently, and without looking up, he said, "Change it to mine."

It took Snape's meticulous brain a moment of bewilderment to realize that it meant "replace my confinement".

"...Do you need to keep it secret?" He asked with empty eyes, his inner thoughts had been completely submerged under the lake of Occlumency.

Voldemort looked up from the file and said meaningfully, "It doesn't matter. You can figure it out, Severus—you never let me down, do you?"

"……Yes."

The dark back left the office, Voldemort's eyes turned from dark to cold, and the close distance was enough for him to see many ambiguous falsehoods.

No matter how tight Snape was, he still had a way to find out his true position.

Beyond that, squeezing employees has always been his forte.

The Squib Potion was developed to restore the magic of the Muggle days, and it was of course very important, and he would not give up trying even if the possibility was remote.

Although the magic riot is a good direction, Snape has already conducted sufficient verification. When consulting the library, he found three other good directions.They are bloodline magic power, magic power boost, and magic power tide.The last direction is most in line with his situation, and it is absolutely impossible for Snape to study it; the second magic power increase is a commonplace, as powerful as he has always been an expert here, and digging deeper requires far more than time and energy. Simple; in the end, he could only hand over the direction of blood magic power to Snape for investigation.

Although he temporarily gave up the direction of the magic riot, he still carefully read the summary submitted by Snape, including the experimental data of the entire cabinet.This led to Harry coming to be locked up and seeing the Dark Lord sitting by the locker, with notes and parchments strewn about the typhoon.

"……What are you doing?"

Harry was full of complaints, and the person who imprisoned him was obviously Snape, but Voldemort insisted on changing it to himself because of his personal power. Is it because he was afraid that Principal Dumbledore would not know how much attention he paid to him?How on earth was he supposed to explain the fact of surviving the Dark Lord's confinement every week!

Voldemort flipped through the experimental data on his lap at a speed of one second, checked the predicted values ​​on the notes, and threw each one after reading. The messy parchment piled up into a hill beside him, and said to him absent-mindedly: "Sit down. .”

"..." Harry was standing not far from the fireplace, and he didn't know how Voldemort did it. Even here were littered with parchment and notebooks.He couldn't move a step forward.

Seeing that he would ignore him for a while, Harry simply squatted down and picked up all the notes and parchments, and sat on the sofa to tidy them up.

Out of curiosity, he took a look at the above content and found that it was basically a list of numbers that could not be figured out.Besides, he wasn't too surprised to recognize Snape's handwriting.

"Did you rob Snape's office?" he quipped.

Voldemort laughed. "It was his pleasure."

"Cheek-skinned." Harry pouted, "How the hell am I going to explain to the headmaster why I'm about to survive four detentions from you?"

"No need to explain," said Voldemort, "he doesn't necessarily know."

"What? How is that possible?"

"How is that impossible? Do you really regard him as a god?" Voldemort said disdainfully, "Every time you come from Snape's fireplace, and then return the same way, if we don't tell, how will Dumbledore know?"

"..." Harry had nothing to say.According to the past, he felt that Snape was definitely the one who disrupted the situation, but considering that this matter was led by Voldemort, Snape became the most unlikely person... "Well... I have your guarantee, Snape You shouldn't dare to say it."

Voldemort looked up at him from his busy pages: "You think so?"

"Isn't it?"

Voldemort smiled silently, and continued to browse through the data with downcast eyes.Harry felt the reaction was a bit strange, but didn't think much of it.

After a while, he felt very bored: "So, the content of my confinement is to sit in a daze?"

If so, it would be so easy.Harry thought.It's nice to have a boyfriend as unreasonable as Voldemort.

"Of course not," Voldemort replied.

...he just knew it.

Harry rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

"You never let me down, right?"

"I'm glad you're so well aware." Voldemort blustered, ignoring the irony in his tone. "Well, there's one thing that's clear, and I think you should be able to think of it as at least one of the tasks of your confinement."

"Sorting out the materials." Harry slumped on the sofa boredly, "Seriously, I've never done confinement work that wasted more time than this."

"You mean, prefer to collect slug slime? You know I'm more than happy to fulfill your weird fantasies."

Harry thought the conversation was going to weird places.He gave up fighting with Voldemort, stood up from the sofa, and prepared to start his labor service early.

He first collected all the materials scattered around the periphery, and arranged them into piles on the coffee table, and then concentrated on those around Voldemort—because new chaos was constantly being generated there, and a pile of materials fell automatically in the bookcase every once in a while. , at the same rate as Voldemort flipped through them, causing him to keep throwing out new parchments all the time.

When Harry came to sort it out, Voldemort was almost drowned by the piles of parchment.

He couldn't help recalling the headline of the news that the mysterious man was buried alive in a pile of waste paper. He thought it was very funny, and the corner of his mouth could not help but smirk.

"I can read your mind," said Voldemort dangerously.

It's just that the way he sat in the corner was a bit lacking in intimidation. Harry simply laughed out loud, bent down and grabbed his arm: "Get up quickly, you've been sitting on the ground for a long time."

Voldemort cast a sidelong glance at him, then reversed his force and yanked him down.In the middle, there was a difficult movement that seemed unbelievable to Harry, but very logical to Voldemort. In the end, the two of them fell on the pile of materials one by one.

Harry was hurt by the few notebooks under his buttocks. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't do it because of the dead body of the person above him.

He twisted his hips impatiently, trying to push the notebook away, and accidentally provoked Voldemort's reaction.Given how close they were, he stopped short.

"...Good boy," said Voldemort softly.

More like a compliment.

Their cheeks were staggered a little distance, and they couldn't see each other's expressions, but they could smell the residual fragrance in their hair.

Harry raised his hands slowly, propping up his shoulders.He leaned close to his ear and said, "I don't like being here." Then he caught off guard and bit the ear.

Satisfied to feel the slight tremor there, Harry rolled out from under him with a jerk.

Voldemort's pupils turned red.

"You'll have to pay, Harry," he said softly.

Harry smiled, reaching out to pull him up.

Throughout the confinement, Harry did not ask what those documents were.He acted as if he didn't care at all, and although it was somewhat fake, he wasn't worried about being read by Voldemort.

Because he really had no intention of prying into Voldemort's affairs.

He has realized that, outside of their romantic relationship, the best relationship between them today is no relationship.

If something is to be expected, it doesn't start with their special relationship.That should be the motivator of expectations, not the means.

Hermione's behavior made him more aware of his problems.The relationship between him and Voldemort should not be exposed to more people. Before he can ensure the stability of this relationship, the result of one more insider is one more person who can't sleep and eat together.

At the same time, he also got inspiration from it.In any case, he should go about his business and not wait for others to do it.

Before leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Voldemort gave him an extra reminder.

"Get your best friend to stop being so stupid as to hang around my eyes, Harry, my patience is limited."

Harry was startled secretly, he really found out...

Harry didn't get away with defending anything, just nodded silently and walked towards the fireplace.

Voldemort watched as he snatched up the floe powder, then roughly pulled Harry out of the fireplace just as he stepped into it.

"What?" Harry looked at him with the eyes of a reproaching ignorant child.Voldemort ignored it, and rubbed the messy hair on his forehead with his fingers, "I know you told them everything..." When Harry's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss lightly, "Let them be smart, I can't move them."

When Harry returned to Snape's office, he saw the bitter and bitter face of the Potions Master.

"Potter." He stared sullenly at Harry coming out of the fireplace, "Are you all right?"

The questioning tone brought Harry back to his senses, and he glared at Snape who seemed to think he was too peaceful.

"I'm sorry I wasn't hurt."

Snape's lips squirmed, twisting into a sneer.

"You still have three confinements."

"Thanks for the reminder, I almost forgot."

Harry sarcastically.

"See you next time."

Snape watched him leave the office, his eyes shifted darkly to the fireplace, the connection to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office had been cut.