The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

There was a flash of green light from the fireplace, and a well-dressed man appeared, with chestnut hair combed back, revealing a smooth forehead.

Voldemort took time out of the information in his busy schedule to cast a neither salty nor indifferent look.

"You're 10 minute late."

"Please forgive me, master." Palis stepped forward, bowed his knees unequivocally, with a smile on his face, "I got some important news temporarily."

"Say."

"Minister of Magic Fudge is going to visit Hogwarts and talk to Dumbledore about the World Cup qualifiers." Paris looked at his boss like offering a treasure, "He hopes to requisition Hogwarts' Quidditch pitch as the venue. "

"...Quidditch?" Voldemort's expression was a little strange, "He came to Dumbledore just for this... kind of thing?"

Palis's excitement suddenly subsided, and he said cautiously and conservatively: "The image of the Fudge government has suffered a big blow this year. Quidditch is a sport loved by the whole people. If the game is held well, it can save him a lot of support. ..."

Voldemort shook his head helplessly and in disbelief.

Palis said: "Dark wizards are rampant, and now Hogwarts is the safest venue."

Voldemort smiled strangely: "Dumbledore will not agree, he is afraid that I will hinder it."

Palis probed: "Then shall we...?"

Voldemort didn't express his opinion, but asked, "When will Fudge come?"

"On Sunday, my lord."

"Sunday..."

Coincidentally, it was the day when the curse was promised to be cured.

"It's a good day." A malicious red light appeared in Voldemort's eyes. "It's not easy to convince a stubborn old man. I have to help our Minister, don't I?"

Sixth grade is not as easy as fifth grade with the mountains of OWLs. Hermione and Harry walked out of the Potions classroom and asked each other: "Do we have to take this class?"

"Potions are a course required by most positions in the Ministry of Magic, including Aurors." Hermione said quickly, "But you were rejected like Ron, and we can all imagine that Snape must have received special attention." Instruct to let you go."

"I really don't want to be let on," said Harry grimly. "Any special instructions...nothing good."

Hermione glanced at him, but said nothing.

Potions class left homework about love potions, and it took Hermione and Harry a lot of time to solve them.Originally, Harry was used to putting off his Potions homework until the last two days to start writing, but this time he followed Hermione to the library without stopping after class.

Even after finishing his day's homework, Harry didn't leave the library, but wandered around the advanced magic area.When Hermione came to look for reference materials, she asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Harry stared at the page in his hand without looking up, and said, "Occlumency."

Hermione gave a look of mixed pity and relief.

In the evening, a light golden head appeared next to their seats.

"Malfoy, you are not welcome."

As soon as he sat down, Hermione said dryly.

"You're not welcome." Draco corrected her, "I don't care."

"I care," Harry warned him.

Draco narrowed his eyes: "You can change places."

Harry glanced at Hermione, ready to answer her call.

"We won't change the place we chose first." Hermione said disgustedly, "and even if we change seats, he will follow."

Draco smugly said, "You're still a little self-conscious."

"You're disgusting, Malfoy."

"You'd better say it again, Granger."

"Disgusting follower, stay away from us!"

"A mere piece of mud—"

"Draco Malfoy!" Harry glared at him.

Hermione said angrily, "Let him talk!"

"Quiet! You three."

At the moment when the atmosphere was about to explode, a girl with wavy hair appeared behind her and reprimanded her sharply.

"Potter, it's you again."

Harry turned around and recognized the familiar Ravenclaw.Qiu's good friend Calis, as a member of the action investigation team, had troubled him last semester.

"I only said one thing, if you noticed," said Harry gruffly.

"The loudest sentence." Kalis glanced at the three of them one by one, pinned a small book-shaped badge on her chest that kept turning pages, and said domineeringly, "I am now Mrs. Pince's assistant. You have affected the normal order of the library, please leave here."

"Hey, Callis, I'm innocent." Draco smirked. "They provoked me. You know, Gryffindor."

Harry felt that he really deserved a beating today, and Hermione said, "I should really put your face in the Pensieve for everyone to see!"

"Do you know it?" Draco disdainfully said, "The memory congealing spell requires a solid foundation of Occlumency, and I don't think Gryffindor has ever had access to this skill in his life."

"Will you?" Harry asked sensitively.

Draco let out a haughty sneer: "Of course, this is a must for any pure-blood family—"

"——I repeat, be quiet!" Callis interrupted him, "then pack up and leave, or I will chase people away with my own hands." She pulled out her wand, causing a slight commotion around, and it was obvious that the dispute among several people had already aroused A lot of attention.

Perhaps because of Callis' presence, Mrs. Pince did not appear.

"I'm not going." Draco said slowly, "Don't overdo it, Callis. You should understand that some people can't move."

Callis frowned at him.Hermione said sharply, "You should have said that to yourself, Malfoy."

"What do you mean, Granger?" Draco demanded.

"Don't mess with Hermione," Harry interrupted gravely. "I warn you, Draco. Whoever you rely on, clean your mouth if you don't want our relationship to be ruined."

Kalis finally couldn't bear their repeated indifference, so he chanted the needle-felt spell and decided to turn their cushions into needle boards.

Suddenly, Hermione's eyes widened, and Harry felt a shadow loom over him.

"What's going on here?" a palpitating voice said softly.

At the same time, the invisible force seemed to push away the faint sound of breathing around them, and the cushions that had just been twisted under their buttocks also returned to calm.

Calis' needle felt curse was dispelled.

"Professor Riddle!" Callis said in surprise.

Tom Riddle stood behind Harry, looking down at him with a half-smile.Harry's heart beat a few beats faster, secretly satisfied with the calmness on his face.

Apparently Callis wasn't the only one who was surprised. The permanent students in the library like Hermione knew that although Professor Riddle was often in the library, most of the students hadn't seen him much. He was never outside the restricted area. place to stay.

"Professor!" Draco said cheerfully, "Nice to meet you."

Harry gave him a strange look, feeling that his voice was full of artificial sweetness.

Professor Riddle looked over and said softly, "Me too, Draco."

This sentence gave Draco infinite surprise and excitement.Harry turned to the Dark Lord in silence, beginning to feel annoyed.

"It was Granger who provoked me, Professor." Draco's pale pointed face showed an unprecedented innocence, and he said deliberately aggrieved, "Callis wanted to drive me away."

"Oh?" Tom asked softly, his eyes locked on Harry's.

"Professor, they are talking too loudly." Callis argued in a low voice, "The library needs to be quiet."

"My voice has been kept very quiet, maybe you can recall, only these two Gryffindors were shouting loudly." Draco smirked.

Ever since Professor Riddle appeared, Hermione had been silent, and Karlis was limited by her status as a student and had to be interrogated.In this atmosphere, even if Professor Riddle hadn't expressed his position, Draco was at ease, and he seemed to be arrogant.

The first time Harry saw how Slytherin used his identity as Professor Riddle to bully others, it almost reminded him of the childish version of Malfoy who used to say "my dad" before last year.

Callis became anxious: "They are interfering with other people's studies, Professor, Mrs. Pince told me to strictly enforce discipline..."

Harry looked into Tom's eyes and knew he wasn't listening.He had the feeling that Tom was waiting for him to speak.

"She was right, Professor," he said.

Callis was taken aback, seeing that Harry was staring directly at Professor Riddle, and fell silent.

"We had a quarrel, we should leave." Harry said calmly, "Malfoy too."

"I just took an empty seat, but Granger asked me to leave." Draco immediately retorted without flinching.Hermione stared stubbornly at the footnotes on the page, as if she didn't care about anything that happened in the world.

"It seems that the seats in the library are very tight." Tom still chuckled vaguely, "I understand Miss Callis's difficulties, Draco—and Mr. Potter—has indeed affected other people. I'm a student. But I can't bear to let good students lose their due learning opportunities—how about you come to the restricted/book area, there's only me there, and I'm not afraid of disturbing others, and I can supervise you to get along well," his voice suddenly paused After a moment, his eyes turned sideways, "I believe Mrs. Pince will be happy to see you coexist peacefully, isn't it?"

From the corner of their eyes, several people saw Mrs. Pince approaching at some point. She walked over with a stiffer expression than usual: "The restricted/book area needs permission, Professor Riddle..."

"They all have them." Tom glanced over Hermione and Draco, and his eyes fell on Harry, "As for Mr. Potter...I'll sign it."

Harry just wanted to say no, but he was worried that Hermione and Draco would be alone, so he had to express his rejection with his eyes.

Ignoring his cue, Tom turned to Mrs. Pince: "I think it's all right, Mrs. Pince."

Callis felt that Mrs. Pince wanted to object, but for some reason, she pursed her lips, nodded mechanically, and let Professor Riddle take Potter and his party to the forbidden area.

"Mrs. Pince?" she called softly. "She's gone."

Mrs. Pince came back to her senses, looked at her with a pale face, and said for a while, "Don't go to the restricted area, Karen."

Callis felt inexplicable fear, but still tried to comfort her: "I don't have permission, ma'am, did you forget?"

"That's good..." Madam Pingsi murmured, and suddenly said solemnly: "Promise me, don't ask for it."

"...Okay." Callis said.

"You continue to look here, I have to go back."

"Is it still a restricted area?"

Mrs. Pince only left her a back in a hurry.

Callis realized that Mrs. Pince was very afraid of Professor Riddle.