The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Despite agreeing with Hermione, Harry raised the issue of improving his schedule with Voldemort during his confinement.

"You sleep too little, don't eat, don't exercise." He touched his boyfriend's thin waist, "I can feel your bones."

For a moment, Voldemort was on the verge of speechlessness.No one seemed to discuss the subject with him.Of course, the very fact of being alive in his arms is anti-human.

"Maybe it's because people have bones."

Harry stared at him in shock until Voldemort felt weirdly uncomfortable.

"how?"

Harry baptized him from start to finish with a whole new set of eyes.

"You just... told a bad joke?"

"You look like I didn't say that."

Harry even nodded: "I don't remember."

"..." He raised his eyebrows, "You like it? I can say it while I'm inside you."

Harry gave him a blank look: "Pervert."

When the confinement time was over, Harry got out of bed to get dressed, and Voldemort, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly said, "You're still growing."

Harry kept moving, and replied casually, "Of course, you just found out?"

"I noticed that you don't go to the court anymore... You can grow taller by exercising more."

Harry was surprised he noticed this, but still not too happy: "I'm not short now!"

Both he and Ron had grown quite a bit during the summer vacation, and they were above average height even for the Quidditch team, so Hermione complained that it was getting harder and harder to talk to them.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man leaning on the bed, and said provocatively: "Be careful that I pass you."

Imagine what it would be like to lift his chin -- not be lifted -- during a kiss. It's something to look forward to.

Voldemort smiled threateningly: "Imagination is always beautiful, isn't it? I just remind you that there will be a big event that you like this year. Don't regret if you miss it."

"What big event?" Harry recalled the "important matter" mentioned by Dumbledore for a moment, but... would these two people mention the same thing positively at the same time?Harry thought about it, and suddenly had an idea: "Quidditch?" Excluding all kinds of factors, this is the greatest possibility. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, and he couldn't help getting excited, "There is a Quidditch event? What is it? The European League It's over, this year only...could it be...the World Cup qualifiers?!"

Voldemort's expression became weird, as if he saw some incomprehensible creature: "It's just a preliminary match, so there is a need to be so excited?"

So did Paris, so did Fudge, and even Dumbledore showed great expectations... He really couldn't understand these people's obsession with the silly and childish game of chasing balls. Quidditch makes a lot more sense.

Regardless of his doubts, Harry jumped excitedly and threw him back on the bed.

"It's true! My God! It's amazing!"

He was so happy that he kissed indiscriminately, and was caught and ate a handful of tofu happily.

This was probably the rare piece of good news that made Harry laugh heartily in a long time.After returning to the dormitory, he immediately cheered up and started planning this year's Quidditch training, even forgetting the past and pulling Ron along.

"It's almost eleven o'clock..." Ron got up from the bed in a daze, still a little awkward in the face of Harry's sudden overture, "Is there anything I can do in time tomorrow... the training plan?" "You finally think about it, brother! Haha!"

Harry laughed too.

They are like good buddies who have never had a quarrel.Although how to deal with Hermione was still an issue, at least they were genuinely sharing the common joy now.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Voldemort was holding a thick square board that was evenly divided into two rows of squares, each with a different scene drawn on it.Look closely, they depict the same room, just from different perspectives.There was a black-robed wizard standing in some squares. After two seconds, he suddenly moved, revealing that the picture of the squares was not static.

In fact, this square board is the "Long Shadow Photo Frame" transformed by the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items. It was born out of the TV set in the Muggle world. After the transformation of the magic space, most of the back structure that occupies the space is compressed into a flat space. In the TV, the size of the TV is greatly reduced, and only the most critical part of the screen is reserved, which is convenient to carry and does not damage video playback.This kind of magic modification is a test of the wizard's level of knowledge and magic. There are only a few samples at present, and Voldemort can naturally get one of them.

He wants the long shadow photo frame for surveillance.It's not just Dumbledore trying to spy on him, he's also secretly counter-surveilling.Among them, the longest and easiest target was undoubtedly the Potions Professor's office.For the sake of concealment, he studied Muggle pinhole video recorders, carried out similar magical space transformations, and secretly arranged them all over Snape's office.

Through this set of equipment, you can see Snape's performance in front of others, including every time Harry goes to and from the Potions Office.

Snape didn't make unnecessary troubles for Harry, just watched him leave in silence, looking thoughtfully at the fireplace.

With the observation skills of a double agent, he should be able to spot Harry's transformation.

Voldemort expected that, as a representative of the Order of the Phoenix who turned from darkness to light, he should report the situation to Dumbledore, and then privately warn the Savior... If he finally belongs to the status of Death Eater, he should find a way to obscure the effect of this warning and delay Dumbledore's perceived efficiency and time even misled him to attach importance to it; if it wasn't for...he pulled a silent sneer, then Dumbledore would tell him quickly with actions.

In order to guard against him, that old guy didn't contact Harry at all, and reported the situation based on a bunch of trash eyeliner.

If the situation changes, it means that he has finally confirmed that matter, and there is no need to avoid it anymore.

The fireplace in the photo frame suddenly lit up with green light, much earlier than expected, which attracted his attention.

Paris came out from the fireplace, carrying a leather suitcase in his hand, and was facing Snape who was waiting in front of the fireplace.

"That's right." Paris showed a sneering expression, without saying hello, walked past Snape, put the suitcase plopped on his desk, and sat on the chair by himself, "It's what you want. "

Snape came over sullenly, turned the box towards him, opened it and looked it up, with a bitter sarcasm on his lips.

"It seems that so many years of fugitive experience have worn away what little courtesy some people have left."

"It's so strange, I thought that people who are qualified to criticize others at least know how to say thank you." Palis said with a smile, "Did your rich experience of begging for mercy make you forget the most basic etiquette?"

"There is no need to tell you, Everheart, this is your task." Snape counted the potion ingredients in the box, and said with a sneer, "Master ordered you to cooperate with me, this is what you should do."

Paris' expression turned dark: "You won't be proud for long, Snape. After so long, you haven't done anything. Every time the master asks about the progress, you only have the experience of failure. You can't do it once, and you can't do it twice. Come out...how many times do you think the master will tolerate you? Missed so many Death Eater meetings, the core plan is unaware; if the master hadn't come to Hogwarts, you wouldn't have seen a few times at all. Figure it out, my cooperation It's not an order, it's your last straw."

Snape's face became even more sallow, he didn't have any special reaction, almost frozen in place, only his eyes wandered silently among the medicinal materials, like an indifferent glacier.This kind of behavior seems to anger Palis, he said sinisterly: "I know you are good at pretending to be pitiful, Shen En was tricked by this trick back then, and Dumbledore was too, even the master took special care of you... …didn't think you'd get to where you are today, but it doesn't work for me, Snape. I know you don't deserve a sympathy at all."

Snape raised his head, his eyes were indifferent: "Mithril powder is still two grams short, and Tiny Wright Herb is only a month old, what's going on?"

The muscles on Palis's face twitched slightly, and he pulled out a smirk for a while: "...Do you know how much galleons a gram of mithril powder is worth? There is no price for Wrightweed. Don't push yourself, Snape."

"Getting ahead? This is a research that the Dark Lord personally participated in." Snape asked emphatically, "What makes you dare to question its value?"

Palis stared at him steadfastly, but didn't dare to refute.

"Don't waste your energy, Everheart," Snape closed the suitcase, "I don't care about meetings and core plans, and I don't care whether you sympathize or hate, as long as you can complete the task assigned by the master, even if you are only a shapeshifter. It doesn't matter if you have fried-tailed snails. If you can't get fresh weed, I will go to the Forbidden Forest to find it myself. I will also apply to the master for mithril powder—"

"No need." Palis interrupted him and said coldly, "I'll go back and make it up now."

He walked to the fireplace, grabbed the floe powder, turned to Snape and said, "You better be able to make something."

"Don't bother."

Snape replied coldly.

The green light came on and Palis disappeared.

It was a while before he reappeared.This time the two of them didn't say a word. After checking, Snape took the invitation and dropped it into the magic mailbox.

A green envelope with a silver border appeared in the mailbox on Voldemort's desk.He glanced at it and ignored it.

The two who were waiting for a reply sat opposite each other in oppressive silence.

"Master really summoned you?" Snape curled up his mouth and mocked, "You couldn't have come here to flatter me, could you?"

"Do you think everyone is like you, relying on being good and gaining sympathy to get ahead." Palis said, "Since you only care about the task the master gave you, keep your mouth shut."

After waiting for a while, Palis began to doubt: "The agreed time has passed...you didn't do anything?"

"If you had eyeballs in those two holes above your nose, you should be able to see me post my greetings in the mailbox."

"..."

"Keep waiting." Snape got up, reopened the suitcase, and began to organize the medicinal materials, "Don't get in my way."

He handles the medicinal materials professionally, arranges them by category, and uses magic to protect the particularly delicate ones, which is smooth and easy, and even a little pleasing to the eye.Palis looked at it for a while, and felt even more irritable, snorted coldly, and simply closed his eyes, not seeing for nothing.

Soon he paid for it.Snape opened a tank of drunken spitting worms, and accidentally missed a small brown worm that flew out. It pierced into the mouth.

"!..." Palis wiped his mouth instinctively, and instantly crushed the drunken spitting insect. The body was stuck to the glove with the foul-smelling substance inside. It seemed that the disgusting smell of drunken spitting remained on his lips, and his face turned blue. He took off his gloves and tried to adjust to the feeling of vomiting.But at this time, the fireplace lit up with a green flame, which burned for a while before it went out, and the Floo network leading to the Dark Lord was connected.

Snape gloated, "Master is calling you."

Paris was still a bit embarrassed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, at least he didn't want to put on that glove no matter what.

Voldemort sat at the table and said amusedly, "Traveling, Paris?"

"...Please forgive my rudeness, master." Palis put his gloved hands behind his back, and respectfully pleaded guilty, "I was attacked by Snape's potion ingredients while waiting, I don't want those things to dirty your eyes."

Voldemort did not comment, and the long shadow photo frame in his hand has become a textbook.

"I called you here today to get you ready." His fingers slid across the catalog, "Come to Hogwarts next week, and take a substitute class in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Palis was taken aback and hesitated, "Do you... need to cooperate with Snape?"

Voldemort smiled without any kindness: "Of course, you are all my trusted subordinates, you need to fully communicate and help each other, don't you?"

As if there was a bucket of fine cold sweat falling on Palis, his waist was lower, and he said in a perfect tone: "Yes."

Voldemort inspected his brain, satisfied that there were no rebellious thoughts in it, and mercifully took the initiative to answer his little question: "Dumbledore can't control the teaching assistant I arranged, just do your job well and don't cause trouble. As for me... I will do some experiments."

The information is almost checked, and it is time to verify some inferences.

In the end, he only emphasized one sentence: "For everything involving the savior, you must first consult me."

Palis had no doubts.