The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry got up early in the morning, and there was a little drizzle today, dragging out the coolness of October.He dismissed the idea of ​​going to the Quidditch pitch for morning practice and headed for the library instead.

Defense Against the Dark Arts also assigned a major assignment to interpret medieval prophecy magic.Harry simply suspected that he wanted to take Trelawney's job next, so he turned the most interesting Defense Against the Dark Arts class into a Dark Arts divination class.

He once demonstrated the curse effect of a black crystal in class, but insisted that it was a kind of prophecy.Hermione found the exact same spell in the library, marked "dangerous" and classified as a chapter prone to backlash.

"After all, it is the teaching assistant of the mysterious person. We should be glad that it is not fatal at least." She said comfortingly.

That's all, but Palis also likes to assign a lot of homework to occupy their spare time.Those scrying crystals and medieval prophecies don't help in actual combat and are a complete waste of time.All the students missed Professor Riddle's simple and powerful style very much, and Harry would have admitted this if he hadn't been in the Cold War.

Harry was still haunted by the question that Voldemort first appeared in the Muggle world, and planned to go to the Muggle world to find clues during Hogsmeade Week, so he had to solve his homework in advance.

Without compromising his Quidditch training, he was forced to work harder and harder, and Ron had given up studying with him completely, and although they reconciled briefly, they didn't spend much time with each other.Harry thought his friend was completely in love with Lavender, but Ron accused him of pestering Hermione all day.

"What's stalking?" Harry raged, "Only Hermione can advise me on my predicament, and if you remember, we were best friends!"

At this moment, he didn't remember Ron's little thought about Hermione at all, he just felt incomprehensible distress.

"That's right, that's right." Ron said angrily, "You're already best friends, so what am I!"

"You know I don't mean that!" Harry growled impatiently.

Ron turned around and left.Harry walked to the other side without hesitation.Now he has become accustomed to such a trend.Ron just couldn't get out of his world and see other people's troubles, and Harry was fed up with wasting time.

Still, such an ending often leaves Harry feeling alone.

Ron used to be the best friend who accompanied him the most.Even Hermione couldn't get along with him day and night: brushing teeth together, loafing together, complaining about the evil Snape together.

Although Ron wasn't the smartest one, he was the one who knew Harry the most.

Harry let out a breath, and the wind in the corridor, mixed with sporadic rain foam, stirred up a chill.

His mind went back to the upcoming Hogsmeade week, which was also a Hogsmeade week when he first met Voldemort in the Muggle world.Such a thought caused something hot to move, and he immediately used Occlumency to cool down his erratic thoughts.

Start from that bar and slowly look for clues.

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Callis opened the evil black magic book with bloody handprints on it, besides being nervous, there was also a hint of excitement.

As she expected, Professor Riddle found the person who caught the note without any difficulty.

Sure enough, he was right.

She lowered her head and found the reply letter in the book.It was the note she put in herself, with Professor Riddle's reply written on the back.

There is only one symbol:

?

Without further ado, he needs an explanation.

"Before you explain, can you tell me how you know?"

Callis asked, looking up.

"...It's too obvious." Professor Riddle seemed to feel that it was not worth mentioning, and ended very curtly, "No one knew that I would borrow this book. On the morning of the loan, you were the only one who saw me take it out. with it."

Callis said: "So...don't doubt Harry Potter at all?"

Riddle said: "You should be the one who gave me reason to doubt."

"Having said that..." Callis guessed his thoughts, "I'm the easiest one to manipulate, right?"

Riddle stared at her noncommittally.Callis took a deep breath and stood up from behind the counter knowingly.

"I can't say it out loud, can you come closer?" she asked in a low voice.

Riddle examined her seemingly innocent expression, and lowered his body expressionlessly.Callis put his hand over his mouth and whispered a name in his ear.

In an instant, a scarlet killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Callis shuddered slightly almost instinctively, like an illusion again.

At an angle she couldn't see, Riddle's finger had touched the wand.

"What are you doing?"

Harry's voice came out of nowhere and scared Callis to his feet, away from Professor Riddle.Riddle didn't pull away immediately, but got a little closer dangerously.

Harry used to come to the library to sit and wait, but he didn't expect to perform such a show early in the morning.Riddle, in particular, seems far from being innocent, but full of evil intentions.

He walked up quickly and pressed his right wrist next to his wand involuntarily.

"Good morning, Professor."

Harry recalled Riddle's menacing gaze with an intense gaze.He turned his head slowly, his eyes falling on his wrist.

"So enthusiastic, Harry."

"...Of course," Harry swallowed, trying to calm down, "Long time no see, I miss you very much."

Riddle's gaze instantly lifted up to meet him.An indescribably dense atmosphere slowly spread.

"Cough..." Callis interrupted, "Potter, are you also here to return the book? That "Dark Brain" can only be lent out for a week at most."

"Ah... I'll pay it back right away."

Harry said flusteredly.

This time I saw it clearly—the killing intent flashed across Voldemort's eyes the moment Calis spoke.

He withdrew his gaze, eager to pull the Dark Lord away: "I have something to ask, Professor, let's go in and talk."

Voldemort didn't move immediately, but paused for a moment, leaving Callis with a look to discuss later, before taking a step forward.

They walked silently all the way into the restricted area.Harry let go and went to find a seat by himself, silent as a Ravenclaw.Voldemort certainly wouldn't let him pretend that he didn't exist, and followed him to the farthest corner with his eyes. When he sat down completely, he followed him leisurely.

According to the original plan, Harry started to write homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Although the nominal teacher sat next to him unconsciously, he chose to ignore it.

Occlumency really helped a lot.Although the current stage of confrontation with Hermione's Dementia is quite effective, their level of mastery of these two magics is still very low. Compared with keeping secrets, at this stage Occlumency brings him more control over his own thoughts ability.For example, at this moment, to avoid being disturbed by someone's too strong sense of presence.

Unfortunately, the Dark Lord is not in vain.He sat for a while without making a sound or moving extraneously, just watching him rummage through the divination spells of the medieval witch.

There was no abnormality but the biggest abnormality. Harry's attention began to slide towards the other party uncontrollably. Just now, Carliss kicked the door of his mind with arrogance at the picture next to his ear.As the door crumbled, Voldemort rose to his feet.

Harry waited for him to grab himself and question him, but the other person left without saying a word, without a half explanation, but walked towards the main entrance of the library.

Callis is still there.An ominous premonition flashed through Harry for a moment, and he hurriedly got up, the chair that had been roughly pushed aside made a harsh creaking sound, he ignored that, and hurriedly stood in front of Voldemort.

"Where are you going?" There was a vigilance in his voice that he didn't realize.

Voldemort slanted the corner of his mouth: "So you can see me."

"...Don't attack Hogwarts students." Harry said in a low voice without looking away, "You promised Dumbledore, didn't you? You still need to stay at Hogwarts, you still have... And I have my own plans."

Voldemort stared at him silently. Harry's profile was emotionless, but he seemed to be able to see through the fragility beneath the hard surface, which, strangely, made him even more irritated.

He was already in a bad mood today, and the low ebb of the experiment failure hadn't subsided completely, and he was provoked by Kalis to kill him again. If Harry hadn't appeared suddenly, it was very likely that he would actually do it.

He hadn't expected that to be taken to heart by a Ravenclaw girl who didn't interfere.

The savior's intuition is really keen.

He really planned to ask that girl just now—if she would cooperate obediently.

"I don't like it when you tell me what to do with Dumbledore." Voldemort reached out and turned his face to himself. "It only irritates me, Harry."

Harry looked at him, not flinching this time: "You're always easily irritated, aren't you?"

Voldemort was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Why don't you tell me a way not to piss you off," Harry said calmly.

"...please me." Voldemort said seductively, bowing his head closer, "You know what I like..."

The blood was already rushing up reflexively, Harry closed his eyes, grabbed his left hand that was placed next to his ear, and said depressingly: "Do you want me to talk into your ear and greet you sweetly, or Want me to conjure a flower out of my hand? Is that what you like?"

The fingers caressing his cheek stopped.Voldemort withdrew his hand, pulling away from him.

Now Harry was convinced that he had really pissed him off.

amazing.He congratulated himself angrily.But he couldn't control the burning of jealousy.

"Is this how you miss me?"

asked Voldemort, his voice slightly mocking.

Still, it was a much more optimistic reaction than Harry had expected.

His tone softened slightly: "I didn't lie."

"No?" Voldemort was full of doubts. "You didn't take me away for that Ravenclaw who provoked us? Did you know that she reminded me to be careful about you?"

"Remind you...be careful with me?" Harry's emotions were interrupted by this inexplicable question.He recalled the holidays between himself and Carliss, whether it was big or small, and the root cause was nothing more than complaining about his friend's relationship...Harry suddenly felt a little bit in his heart, "Could it be that she knows about our relationship?" relation?"

If she decides that Harry is a bad guy, she might alert the seemingly innocent Professor Riddle about it.

Although he knew it wasn't, Voldemort's face still darkened.

"We'll find out," he said sullenly, walking out again.Harry followed closely, "Don't use drastic means."

"You're really verbose," Voldemort commented impatiently.

"If only you'd save me some trouble," Harry grumbled without thinking.

They went back to the reading desk, and Calis noticed from a distance that Voldemort was smiling.The anger that Harry had finally calmed down burst out again. He didn't notice that Voldemort's expression was also very gloomy, and he let out a cold snort unconsciously.

Voldemort gave him an unexpected look, and his mood suddenly brightened...and he even wanted to laugh.

"Is there no book to borrow?" Callis asked, seeing that they didn't have a book in their hands.

They looked at each other, and Voldemort said, "Why don't you go back and do your homework first, Harry. I have something to talk to Miss Callis alone."

Harry's eyes didn't know whether they were more vigilant or more warning, but Voldemort thought they were all cute now.He finally made a cryptic promise in a low voice: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Harry reluctantly left.Callis had a puzzled expression on his face, but Voldemort was not interested in answering her questions, so he cut to the chase: "Now tell me, what do you know—about Umbridge."