The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

When Harry heard the bad news in class, he and the other students in the room uttered an exclamation of surprise.He has not received any news.

Professor Riddle didn't seem to think that this was a big problem. After briefly introducing the new teaching assistant, he politely said: "I hope you will listen to the lecture as carefully as I did when I was here, and complete your homework and exercises, because Ai Wohe TA Walter will also be graded on your final grades."

The gaze cast on Palis suddenly became respectful.

Harry raised his hand and looked directly at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor on the podium.

"Mr. Potter." Professor Riddle nodded.

Once allowed, Harry asked directly, "But what are you going to do, Professor?"

This is also the doubt of the other students. They have experienced Professor Riddle's dark tactics to some extent, and temporarily buried their doubts in their stomachs. Only Harry boldly asked.

"I do have some important things to do, so I can't take care of teaching..." Professor Riddle explained slowly, "But you can still find me in the library."

"That's not my problem, Professor," said Harry bluntly.Draco gasped.Hermione and Ron shot him worried glances.

Professor Riddle replied meaningfully: "Explore the mysteries of magic."

Then he looked away and started lecturing, meaning there would be no further answers.

In the second half of the class, Professor Riddell handed over the task of supervising the classroom exercises to the teaching assistant Ivorhert, observed from the side for 10 minutes, and left early after confirming that there was no problem.

Harry tried to look at his back from the window, but the angle was not ideal.When he was feeling dissatisfied, the new teaching assistant stood in front of the window and asked kindly, "Can I help, Mr. Porter? You look troubled."

"I am," said Harry stiffly, "but you can't help."

Palis frowned, and before he could criticize, Harry managed to add, "Thank you, sir."

At the end of the class, Harry took Hermione to the library as usual, not noticing Ron's hesitant expression.

"Harry, slow down..." Hermione followed behind him breathlessly, "I have something to tell you, wait a minute."

Harry walked forward as if he hadn't heard it, until Hermione grabbed him hard, and turned around as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"what?"

Hermione looked around, pulled him out of the castle, and walked on the lawn beside the Black Lake.

"You need to calm down, Harry."

"I'm very calm." Harry didn't know why.

"You're not!" Hermione growled unbearably, "but I won't say any more! Anyway, let's go to the library later, take a walk first, and then I have something to tell you."

"……All right."

After 1 minute, Harry urged: "It's rare that Draco can't follow you in class, let's not waste time here."

"..." Hermione looked at him wordlessly, as if condemning, then sighed, and said, "I have carefully considered the induced Occlumency technique you mentioned earlier."

Harry waited expectantly for what to say, and Hermione didn't disappoint.

"I think it's doable," she said, responding to Harry's glowing smile. "The problem lies in the learning method. You have to have someone reliable who keeps using instigating to cooperate with you. The information in the book shows that this method It takes talent, and more frequent, progressive practice. But we don't have anyone we can trust to read your brain."

Harry opened his mouth, subconsciously thinking of Voldemort, and immediately overturned this absurd conditioned reflex.Objectively speaking, he was the one who frequently used Dementia on him, and at the same time was the ultimate target he needed to fight against, so it was impossible to be the object of practice anyway.

"...I have something important that cannot be known..." he agreed bitterly.

Hermione nodded and said decisively, "That's right, so I decided to learn Legilimency."

Harry was taken aback: "That's a forbidden spell...NEWTs won't be tested either..." He flinched under Hermione's gaze, "...Thank you."

Hermione's eyes softened.

"No need to say that to me, Harry. We're best friends."

Instinct is a profound spell, if Hermione hadn't said to learn it, Harry would not have taken it seriously.Since this person is Hermione, it's only a matter of time before she learns.

During this time, Harry's progress in learning Occlumency had been put on hold, but he remained in the restricted area with Hermione, waiting for the impostor who never showed up.

"Could you be busy today?" Harry asked himself suspiciously.

The restricted area was so quiet that Hermione could hear it clearly. "Are you thinking about him?" she asked abruptly.

"...No!" Harry shivered, denying instinctively.

Hermione turned a page of the book without speaking or looking up at him.Instead, Harry glanced over guiltily, then put down the quill in disgust.

"Okay. I was thinking about him."

Hermione lifted half of her face from the book, "You don't look like you miss it."

"Because I didn't," said Harry, "I was mad."

"..." Hermione didn't want to continue asking.

It's a pity that Harry couldn't help but spit out: "Why didn't he tell me in advance? Obviously we were alone just now! If you have time to tell me about the World Cup qualifiers, why don't you have time to say that you are leaving?"

Hermione chose not to speak or ask what the World Cup qualifiers were all about.

Anyway, sooner or later you will know.

She's about to learn Legilimency.

In the end, they failed to find someone Harry was angry with, but instead waited for Draco, who couldn't get rid of him.It is consoling that maybe because of someone's long-term stay, there is still a little bit of power left here, and Draco just usually does his own thing not far away, without disturbing them.

After a day of study, Harry was almost exhausted. He went back to the dormitory early to rest, but found that Ron had been waiting for a long time.

"I have something to tell you," Ron said.

"...Okay." Harry sat down on the bed, and his ability to accept the incoming news was quite good, at least his friends would not be as capable as his boyfriend to bring bad news, "What's the matter?"

Ron looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but stepped forward and shook: "Quidditch! Do you remember the training plan that was arranged yesterday? What happened to you this semester? Is it still Harry Potter, the Seeker? I really doubt you Got transferred by Hermione, go to the library every day!"

"There's nothing wrong with going to the library...why don't you go with us?"

Ron looked at him like a lunatic: "I'm a normal person!"

"You mean Hermione isn't normal?" Harry was a little annoyed. "I'm not normal?"

"You are!" Ron said, turning back to his own bed and closing the curtains irritably.

Well, it crashed again.Harry was very used to this direction, and buried himself in the quilt, not wanting to talk at all.

But he listened to Ron's complaints.It’s already October, and the weather is getting colder and colder. There are not many comfortable training days left for the team, so we must hurry up, especially this year and the World Cup qualifiers he is looking forward to... It’s been a long time since I touched the broom, I really miss the sky A sense of freedom... he thought in a daze, his spirit getting more and more tired.

Ron stared at the curtain over the bed, muttering in a voice only he could hear.

"...you don't call me either."

Harry had fallen soundlessly into sleep.After a while, Ron came down and turned out their lights.

The next day, Harry got up early in the morning, it was daylight, and Hogwarts was silent.He didn't wait for Hermione, and went to the library alone.Without the stress of exams and deadlines, the library is sparsely populated.But he caught Voldemort in the restricted area.

"It's almost here." Harry muttered, enough sleep made his dissatisfaction subside a lot, trying to recall yesterday's anger, and walked over with it.

Of course Voldemort sensed his approach, he turned to the book he wanted to use and said, "Morning."

His expression was normal, casual and intimate in the hazy morning light.

Harry's initial anger subsided a little.

"Have you had breakfast?" he asked instead.

The other party paused suspiciously. "...You didn't eat either."

His anger was rekindled immediately: "I will eat it!"

"Yeah." Voldemort's tone seemed to give permission, adding fuel to the fire.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" Harry asked angrily.

"Maybe... I have something to do?" he said amusedly.

"..." Harry didn't raise his breath, and asked slowly, "Explore the mysteries of magic?"

Voldemort was noncommittal, and walked out with the book.

"Is it dark magic?" Harry asked.

Voldemort's footsteps paused, and he looked back at him deeply.

"What are you expecting from me, Harry?"

The tone was calm, but Harry felt like a sharp blade.He lowered his eyes.

"...I don't know," said Harry lowly, not sure if he could hear - though he knew he could hear Hermione whispering across a bookshelf or aisle - as if defensively, "maybe I'm just worried about you..."

Voldemort smiled lowly: "Is it just me?"

Harry didn't answer.

He walked past him, and the wind he brought was soft and cool.

For some reason, Harry's anger was blown out along with his heartbeat.

They fell into another cold war without warning.Harry tried hard not to think about Voldemort's quest for the Dark Arts, and when it was difficult to practice Occlumency, he stayed away from the library and devoted his time to his beloved Quidditch training.Ron was relieved that the Quidditch Harry he knew was back, and the team members cheered excitedly for his vigorous posture when he caught the snitch.When the Snitch was spinning in front of him, Harry could always forget his complicated thoughts and concentrate on chasing that shining golden star point.

Whenever he enters such a state, he can always make difficult moves beyond ordinary people's imagination.The sharp-angled turn of rapid acceleration scratched the goal post instinctively, sweeping out a whirl of wind, and Harry followed closely the track of the Golden Snitch, but he didn't reach out to grab it, as if the broom had become a part of his body, like an arm. Follow instructions as smoothly and freely as your fingers.I don't know how long time passed before Harry stretched out his hand tiredly to catch the Snitch.

After landing on the broom, Harry was surrounded by a crowd.

The flying skills he showed just now unknowingly attracted many students to stop and watch. The excitement was comparable to a small ball game. The other chasers and batters of the team stopped training and watched for a while.

"My God, you're amazing, Harry!"

"I've known you for a long time, but I didn't expect to be able to reach this level!"

"I think the Academy Cup is already in our pocket this year, haha!"

"..."

Amidst the loud praises from the crowd, Harry couldn't tell who he was hugging, so he could only repeat embarrassingly: "Thank you..."

Ginny came down on her broom, and instead of joining the crowd, she hovered in mid-air, exclaiming, "Harry, you're so handsome!"

The smile on his face was as warm as the red hair.

In the potion experiment room of Tin Tower Wine Castle, Voldemort first opened the book he had borrowed from the restricted area for reference for the first time.

He memorized everything he needed, and borrowed these books just in case.

Now, he had to face the eventuality: the experiment failed.

But he didn't expect that before turning to the scheduled verification content, a note fell out first.

It read: BEWARE OF HARRY POTTER.