The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Dumbledore escorted Harry and the others all the way out of the library.Mrs. Pingsi followed behind the principal in a low voice, Chen Ming said: "Can we really not seal off the restricted area? That person is there every day, and any student who enters will be in danger of life."

Harry furtively glanced indistinctly.

"I understand your concerns, Irma. But the matter has not reached that point. We can grant less permission to students and persuade them not to disturb the professor's private time as much as possible." Dumbledore said.

"It can't be stopped at all... Seriously, I'd rather move the restricted area out and find a classroom for him..."

"Blazing measures will complicate things, and we must try our best to avoid opportunities for people to make excuses. You must know that today's incident is not a coincidence..."

Their voices were muffled, and Dumbledore seemed to have used a spell to confuse them.Harry couldn't hear any more, but he was sure Mrs. Pince was not persuaded, and walked them to the door with concern. Callis was alone in the library, and she couldn't follow any longer.

Dumbledore smiled at her: "Don't worry, Irma, I'll be here anytime."

Harry lowered his eyes, feeling a bit of worried relief.

Now was a good time, he figured Dumbledore would talk to him and ask him what Voldemort had done to him.He couldn't tell the truth, but he didn't want to lie to the principal, and urgently needed to practice Occlumency.

I don't know how effective the attempt against Voldemort was, he seems to be using less and less insanity, but sometimes the man's grasp of his psychology is really doubtful.If you can't fight Voldemort, then there is little possibility of hiding from Dumbledore...

Dumbledore's eyes fell on him, and Harry's eyelids seemed to be pressed by stones, unwilling to lift them up.

He is afraid of the principal's interview.

Hermione pushed him, and Harry had to look at Dumbledore.

The old man stared at him deeply, his azure blue eyes became deep and far away, and there was a weight pressing down along his line of sight, which made Harry almost unbearable.

"Sir..." he murmured.

"Don't worry, Harry." Dumbledore smiled slightly, the remote heaviness disappeared, "Don't worry."

Don't worry about anything, he didn't say.

Harry was curious, but he didn't dare to ask further questions.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore didn't mean to have an interview, and just sent them to the tower to part.

"I still have to meet with the Ministry of Magic, and I have something important to announce to everyone in two days." He closed the door in a mysterious way, and raised his eyebrows playfully, "You will definitely like it."

Harry and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room, rarely in the mood to speculate on the important matter.

It was getting late, they put their things back in the dormitory, and walked to the back kitchen of Hogwarts together.

"...Are you really reconciled?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

Harry nodded curtly. "Really. It's just that I sometimes don't understand his mind...he has his own plan, I think you can understand." He added dryly.

"Yes, yes..." Hermione forced a smile, with a gloomy look on her brow.Sometimes she simply wanted to persuade Harry to give up, even though it would make Harry more dangerous, at least she could seek the help of the Order of the Phoenix openly, and advance and retreat with everyone, but she never did it because...Harry never thought give up.

They took some wrapped food in the back kitchen, and returned to the lounge to eat and read while the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.There was a sentence that kept echoing in Harry's mind.

—If it's me you want to fight, you shouldn't be going to Draco.

"Hermione, let's learn Occlumency together."

Harry suddenly broke the dull atmosphere.

"I need your help."

Hermione took a moment to digest his request, and nodded slowly.

"Do my best."

She seemed to know Harry's worry, and looked at him with determined eyes.

Their moment of tenderness was interrupted by an unexpected burst of laughter as Ron walked in on Lavender's arm, the smile still lingering on his face.Hermione turned her gaze away and stared blankly at the table. Before Harry could think of a way to smooth things over, she quickly packed her schoolbag and got up to leave.

Ron sent her away with a frown, and said to Harry, "How's the team's training arrangement going? Several people have already asked me."

For a split second, Harry's irritability peaked.

"Answer whatever you want!"

He dropped this sentence and left the lounge.

Their breakfast time became unbearable the next day.Ron and Lavender sat next to Hermione, who devoted herself to helping her classmates cut their appetites with sweet talk and hand feeding.Hermione dragged Harry to the library after a few mouthfuls of food.

This is also a rare time for Harry to take the initiative to come to the library on weekends without the pressure of schoolwork.

Unfortunately, as soon as they found a seat on their front feet, Draco Shi Shiran followed them on their back feet.

Hermione looked like she hated the whole world.Harry felt furious, too, but Draco couldn't have taken turns pestering them for so long if it was useful.Both men saw desperation in each other's expressions.

"Let's go in." Harry said firmly suddenly, "Restricted section."

Hermione's shock was written all over her face.Harry, involuntarily, took the lead.

"He'll be happier this way!" Hermione lowered her voice, and glanced at Draco who followed cheerfully, "What are you thinking?"

"He won't have the guts to bother me again," Harry said.

Hermione fell silent.

Voldemort was sitting in the middle of the forbidden book rest area, and his presence made the three people who came in subconsciously stop.

Voldemort flipped through the book, raised his eyes to meet Harry's, and smiled slightly: "Rare visitor."

Harry obviously felt Hermione take a small step back in awe, and Draco wanted to step forward flattered, but Harry walked over first.

"You don't mind if I sit here." He put the book on his desk, and sat down without finishing his question.

This behavior obviously shocked the two people behind. They watched carefully and did not dare to follow.

"Usually I like to have it all to myself," whispered Voldemort, "but you are different."

"Welcome," he said in a lover's tone.

Harry raised the corner of his mouth a little, glanced at him, and turned his head to greet Hermione contentedly: "Come on."

Hermione glanced uneasily at Voldemort, who was relieved that his attention had returned to the book, and sat down obediently, without wandering his eyes.

Seeing this, Draco also walked happily, but was pinned down by a word when he was one seat away.

"Stop." Voldemort said after turning a page. "That's it."

Draco's expression pleased Harry, and he observed that Hermione did the same.

After Draco sat down aggrievedly, not daring to do anything wrong, Voldemort closed the book in his hand, put it aside, leaned over to Harry's ear and asked, "Satisfied?"

Harry nodded slightly, pretending to be calm.Voldemort stared at the tip of his ear that was suddenly red in front of him, took a bite, saw it was bloodshot and flushed quickly, stood up in satisfaction, and walked towards the bookshelf area as if nothing had happened.

Harry secretly glanced at his back before lowering his head and concentrating on reading.

With Hermione's participation, Harry's reading progressed a lot more smoothly.Compared to Draco's half-knowledge, Hermione paid more attention to theory, and it took only half a day to describe the evolution history of Occlumency.

"...Not only those who are emotionally numb, even poets who are sad and sad can master Occlumency perfectly. It can be seen that closing one's emotions is not the only right way. There was once a kind of emotional torrent method that prevailed In the world of thinking and magic, it can be traced back to the era of dark cleansing in the Middle Ages. At that time, a witch successfully defeated her own reason with intense hatred, and successfully kept the wizard's hiding secret..."

Sometimes Voldemort's movement would interfere with Harry's attention, but Hermione's pressure was enormous, and he could always regain his attention in time.From that long and boring history, he even found a glimmer of inspiration.

Snape's strategy was blindly confronting and suppressing, but the essence of Occlumency is actually to keep the really important secrets, and those useless garbage memories can be completely opened up for others to see.

He deliberately saved his thoughts to Hermione until lunch, in case Voldemort knew them on the spot.

"The memory induction method is indeed summarized in the book, but compared with the general method, it requires more concentration, and the spirit can neither be weak nor strong. It is difficult to achieve a considerable level with the same effort, so gradually fewer people use it. gone."

The familiar Hermione appeared again. After recalling the contents of the book, she asked hesitantly.

"...Do we still have to learn in the restricted area?"

Harry nodded without hesitation: "Of course. Only there can be purified."

Really... Hermione put a question mark in her heart.In her opinion, Harry was no less distracted than the lounge.

Despite all the inconveniences, Harry's decision to study in the restricted area does not appear to be about to change.They often read books separately, and then discuss at meals and between classes.A few days passed peacefully, and Harry gradually discovered some of Voldemort's routines, not only very capricious, but also regardless of his physical condition.

When they came, Voldemort was already sitting in the rest area, or wandering among the bookshelves; when they left, he showed no intention of moving.Once they stayed until twelve o'clock and failed to wait for Voldemort to leave first, which means that he may not have slept more than six hours.Besides, and worst of all, they never saw him eat.If it wasn't for eating together on every date, Harry would almost suspect that he would not have to eat.

"His living habits are really unhealthy." Harry frowned. "I really doubt that he will die suddenly one day."

They were returning to the dormitory from the library, and Hermione was physically terrified by his humanistic tone, she said conservatively, "That...is not necessarily a bad thing."

Harry's expression was blank for a while, and he said quietly, "Yes."