The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The three of them followed Voldemort into the forbidden book area. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely dull.

Voldemort walked straight to the bookshelves he usually wandered about, seemingly paying no attention to them.Hermione and Harry exchanged a look, and walked to the rest area to find a place.Draco glanced at the direction of the bookshelf hesitantly, and came over a step too late.

Hermione gave him a supercilious look, too lazy to argue angrily.Draco grinned at her, sat proudly next to Harry, unscrewed the ink bottle in a gesture, and dipped the quill several times.

It's a pity that Hermione has already bowed her head to preview the ancient runes.

Harry flipped through the Occlumency practice book, and he needed to get the figure in the bookshelf out of his mind.

After a while, Mrs. Pince also appeared.She wandered around the living room with her wand, cleaning the already clean tabletops and seats over and over again, guarding a pot of breathing vines that kept belching, loosening the soil and watering endlessly.

Perhaps because of his own attention, Harry felt that Mrs. Pince frequently looked at Voldemort's position-although he just wandered between the bookshelves without saying a word, his sense of presence was unparalleled-he recalled that Voldemort mentioned more than once The "Dumbledore's eyeliner", suddenly realized that not only the portraits, but all the Hogwarts faculty members are members of the "eyeliner".

He frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable with the trace of boredom in his heart.

They are correct.he warned himself.

Hermione was also secretly observing Voldemort's movements.After the last follow-up was blocked by Draco, she wanted to continue the investigation, but got an indirect threat from Voldemort from Harry and had to give up the plan.

Whenever she thinks that she has been found out when hiding in the bookshelf, she has a chilling fear.

I always heard about the horror of mysterious people from various legends and news, this is the first time that I feel a little bit of real threat from reality at close range.

Although Harry has tried his best to convey it tactfully, with Hermione's intelligence, it only takes a little clue to understand how endangered he was.

She couldn't imagine the great danger Harry would take facing him every day.

Right now is a unique opportunity to glimpse the tip of the iceberg.

She wanted to confirm with her own eyes the safety of her best friend.

Therefore, Hermione was the first to notice that Voldemort had finished selecting books and was walking towards the rest area dragging a large bunch of ancient books.

The reason why I say procrastinating is because he actually only held two or three books in his hands, and the rest of the stacks of books were floating behind him, rising and falling as he walked, forming a crooked queue.

Mrs. Pince approached them cautiously, as if trying to prevent Voldemort from taking a seat with redundant cleaning tasks.Hermione sweated for her.

Fortunately, Voldemort had no intention of joining them at the table, and stopped casually near the bookshelf.Before Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, Draco yelled very redundantly: "Professor, won't you come and sit here? I have a question to ask."

He also pointedly said to Mrs. Pince: "It's very clean here, Mrs. Pince."

"..." Mrs. Pince looked like she wanted to throw a curse at him for a moment.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to laugh.Hermione glared at Draco angrily, oblivious to the detail.

"The library is not a question-and-answer time, Draco." Voldemort said, unhurriedly pulled out his chair and sat down, the queue of books obediently lined up in three rows and landed on the table, "If you have any questions, you can ask them in class."

A soft nail enough to scare off any sane Death Eater.

Draco froze instantly.

Hermione and Mrs. Pince breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and Harry stared complicatedly at the explanation on the locked mind on the page, feeling that it would be beneficial to his plan.

However, they all completely underestimated the allure of a talkative - if only superficial - Dark Lord to the Death Eaters.

Before Harry could read a few pages, Draco stood up with his things in his arms and walked to Voldemort's seat.He didn't dare to go too far, and chose to stop diagonally across a whole table, leaving the Dark Lord's five positions vacant at the front, back, left, right, and diagonal, with a distance of one table away, carefully and cunningly probing: " May I sit here, Professor?"

Hermione and Harry stared at him unreasonably.

Voldemort looked up at him, and nodded nonchalantly.Draco immediately became complacent about his ability to grasp his sense of proportion, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, and after he sat down, he still wanted to provoke Hermione and raised his eyebrows.

"...Crazy." Hermione looked back and muttered.

Harry paused when he was about to pack his things.

It's a pity that Hermione still noticed it, and asked him with frightened eyes: won't you also...?

Harry reopened the book in embarrassment, expressing with actions: Nothing.

He wanted to ask Draco about Occlumency, it would be more convenient to sit there, but it's better not to continue to provoke Hermione now.

He convinced himself so that he didn't care about the movement around him, and slowly finally read into the book.

Occlumency is a profound knowledge, and Harry found the most comprehensive tome, read it from the beginning, and made up his mind to chew it off.

Voldemort's insanity and soul connection are too overbearing, and even if he doesn't appear to be using it all the time, Harry can't let his brain like a book be read by anyone to perform any important activities.

Yes, he did not plan to join the Order of the Phoenix, nor did he plan to be called an Auror.But it doesn't mean that he will muddle along as if nothing had happened.He wants peace and he wants love too, unfortunately they are in violent conflict and he has to do something to get both at the same time.

No definite plans for now, but he did have some vague ideas that had to be practiced in Occlumency before they took shape.Otherwise, even if there was a plan, it might be known - not just Voldemort, but the staff of the Order of the Phoenix, and even the Ministry of Magic - and that would destroy everything that was still hatching.

Snape's teaching was a nightmare, not to mention that he was a person who exchanged information with Dumbledore and Voldemort and had no clear position. Harry was sure that he could not rely on him in this matter.

He originally wanted to persuade Hermione to study with him and ask each other for advice, but now he accidentally learned that Draco was already good at this, and he had another choice in his mind.Although his temper and personality are terrible, since he can accept even Voldemort himself, it seems that it is not difficult to tolerate a Malfoy.

…The purpose of Occlumency is not to shut down the brain completely, but to tame the mind, to reduce its activity, to be as consistent as possible with the state of activity in unknowable states such as coma and slumber, while maintaining the lowest density of mind scrolling. ...

Harry was troubled by the passage.Snape never explained the theory of Occlumency to him, he just roughly trained him to resist, saying such irresponsible things as concentrating and putting aside distracting thoughts... He really needed a normal person to explain it to him basic theory.

He couldn't help but look at Draco, who should be one now... but he sat by Voldemort's side.He should have asked him sooner than that, but Harry couldn't think right then.

"It's not human at all." Hermione muttered suddenly.Harry didn't catch it: "What?"

Hermione withdrew her gaze, lowered her voice and said, "You noticed it too, didn't you? The mysterious man has already finished flipping through a stack of books, how long has it been! I've been observing, and he never stays on a page for more than Five seconds! Seriously, I don't believe he actually read those contents, I suspect he's just pretending..."

"Hermione. Hermione." Harry felt a burning, unfriendly glance over him that he was all too familiar with. "Stop it, don't say it here. Believe me - he can hear you."

Hermione lost her voice in fright, her mouth slightly opened as if to say: Impossible.

They were separated by several tables and an aisle.

Harry looked at Voldemort, his head bowed, and he turned the pages at the speed Hermione had said, but slower than he'd ever seen him in captivity.

Although it looked normal, Harry was sure he had just glared at himself.

He picked up the book and walked over to Draco.Hermione hesitated, then hurriedly picked up her things and followed.Harry took a seat next to Draco, opposite Voldemort, and Hermione carefully moved to the seat opposite Draco.

Harry straight to the point: "I have something to ask."

Draco, who had provoked Hermione with his eyes, looked at him in surprise.

Harry pushed the tome in front of him, pointing to the description: "What exactly is the activity of thinking? And what is the rolling of thinking..."

Draco stared at it for a long time, then frowned and said, "I think it's the concept of thinking condensation, which is to gather your own memories and make them as solid as possible..."

"Condensed?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"It's...just...clear, clear."

The concepts of memory and thinking are always full of abstractions and metaphors, making it difficult for people to understand.Even Draco, who had already mastered magic, couldn't explain it clearly. The two of them got together to discuss for a while, and finally someone couldn't just sit idly by.

[Someone here can give you a better explanation. 】

Voldemort closed the last book and spoke abruptly.The bleak Parseltongue aroused an instinctive cold war between Hermione and Draco.

Their discussion was immediately shattered.

[... But professor, you said that the library is not the time for answering questions? 】Harry didn't realize that he was speaking Parseltongue, so he deliberately used high-sounding reasons to prevaricate him.

Voldemort stared at him without speaking.Harry found Hermione and Draco looking at him suspiciously, and Mrs. Pince even trembled in the corner of his vision.

[Parseltongue? 】He said incredulously,【What are you thinking?Mrs. Pince was still there. 】

Voldemort snorted coldly, and the smile on his face turned into the most evil kind.Under his unclear gaze, Mrs. Pince almost staggered away.

[It's gone now. 】

Harry was speechless.

Hermione watched Mrs. Pince's leaving back worriedly, guessing in her heart that she was going to report the news.In fact, she was also very worried about what the mysterious man had said to Harry. He seemed to have lost a lot of his disguise, and he was looking at Harry with evil intentions.

But like Draco, she had precedents and did not dare to attract Voldemort's attention easily. She could only look at Harry impatiently and curiously, hoping that he could explain something.

Harry switched in his mind and returned to English: "You deliberately scare Mrs. Pince away."

Voldemort didn't cooperate: [She doesn't have to go, I just accidentally throw some Unforgivable Curses. 】

Harry looked at him disapprovingly, and Voldemort stood up suddenly, startling Hermione, who was seated across the table.He came around on the other side, coming up behind Harry.

"You can go now, Draco."

Draco didn't dare to stay, grabbed his things and ran away in a panic.Harry cursed the coward in his heart, Voldemort had already occupied his place, picked up Harry's book, and glanced at the open contents.

Harry could almost imagine the disdainful ridicule in his heart, such as "I don't understand it so simple"... He reached out to get the book back, but Voldemort held it down.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the nervous Hermione opposite: "How long are you going to stay?"

Hermione choked, and looked at Harry uncertainly, receiving a comforting look from the latter.

"Hermione's with me," Harry told him.

No... Hermione looked at Voldemort's cold eyes and lamented, Harry shouldn't have said that more...

She tidied up her things and said, "I, I'll wait for you outside, Harry..."

It was not until she was gone that Voldemort turned to Harry.

"You can't do that to Hermione," Harry said preemptively. "She's my friend."

Voldemort fixed him with an oppressive gaze.In the past, Harry would have surrendered long ago, but this time he tightened his lips and met his gaze peacefully but not weakly.

He even attempted a half-assed Occlumency.

Voldemort moved a little closer, casting shadows from his deep-set eye sockets, making them look deep and unfathomable.

[If the person you want to fight against is me, you shouldn't ask Draco to be your teacher. 】

Harry shook slightly, panicked and relieved.

【……you know. 】

The reason he wanted to learn Occlumency, the reason he didn't seek his solution.

The lights around them dimmed, and Harry felt the library disappear, and they seemed to be in a vast universe, with stars shining in the distance, but there was no light nearby, only each other.

Voldemort used unknown magic.Harry guessed they were being concealed because he caressed his cheek recklessly.

[It's not difficult for you to guess. 】He slowly turned Harry's cheek as if appreciating a work of art, and bit his ear, 【Don't whisper to others. 】

Harry was bitten a little bit, grabbed his wrist, and retorted: [You still greeted Draco. 】

Voldemort raised his eyebrows: [That's basic etiquette.Whispering is not. 】

But Draco was flattering!Harry yelled in his heart, but he didn't know how to express his opinion confidently. At this moment, he hoped that Voldemort could consciously read his head.

But at this moment, the Dark Lord got up as a gentleman, not only let go of him, but also removed the magic, and the scene of the library was restored around him.

【I can spare them this time, next time I will start with Cruciatus. 】He said.

【no! 】Harry stood up excitedly,【I can't let you hurt Hermione! 】

【Oh...】 He lifted the red ribbon on Harry's cuff, as if about to snap it off, 【What are you going to do to stop me, Savior? 】

Harry gripped the ribbon uncomfortably, feeling that he was behaving very strangely.Just when he was hesitating, a familiar old voice came.

"Harry!"

Dumbledore walked into the restricted area in a hurry, followed by Mrs. Hermione Pince who was full of panic, Draco smiled at Voldemort as if to take credit, and even followed by Calis who looked novel.

Harry immediately realized that he deliberately provoked him just now!

Maybe the accusation in his expression was too obvious, Dumbledore pulled him behind with a lunge, and said cheerfully: "What a coincidence, Tom, you are here too. I love learning as much as I did back then."

Voldemort immediately put on a disappointed look of disgust, got up and pulled away the chair: "I don't know you well, Dumbledore."

"It's a pity, I thought we had a good relationship." Dumbledore said indifferently, and pulled Harry out. "I'm looking for Harry, so I won't bother you."

Voldemort refused to give him any look, walked back to his seat, waved down the finished book, and said annoyedly, "No."