The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Callis witnessed Umbridge's death.

Unlike other Hogwarts students, she never felt that there was anything wrong with Umbridge's strict policies. This official of the Ministry of Magic also made an exception and promoted her as the team leader of the investigation team from Ravenclaw. She had a good impression of Umbridge, except that what Defense Against the Dark Arts taught was not very useful.

She was always the first person to go to Umbridge every morning to report on the execution of the teaching order, so she witnessed her death firsthand.

"There's blood everywhere..." She described the scene in her memory to Voldemort in a very low, very soft voice, "The professor was lying in a pool of blood, his skin was all shriveled, dark yellow, like rotten dead wood... The most frightening thing is that only the wall next to her has no messy marks, it is clean, and there is a line written—"

Callis's voice trembled slightly, recalling the bloody handwriting that occupied the entire wall made her face pale, but her hazel eyes lit up with a creepy light.

"—I must not lie."

Voldemort said the words almost at the same time as her in his mind, with an intriguing look on his face.

"I've seen that line before," said Callis, eyes burning. "It's on the back of Harry Potter's hand. Professor Umbridge forced him to write it that way when he was in detention."

The fun in Voldemort's expression faded.

"you know?"

"I guessed it," Callis said, "that's Professor Umbridge's favorite style of punishment—leave something for the offender to remember—deducting points for stopping Slytherin Nacho from being late, I was cursed to pluck half of my eyebrows."

Voldemort glanced at her. Her eyebrows were indeed unnatural and should be the result of grooming.

"But you don't hate her."

"I deserve it!" Callis said without hesitation. "An order must be strictly carried out, otherwise it can't be called an order, can it? It's okay to pay a little for a friend. And I've found a way to make up for it." .”

Voldemort was noncommittal, but his heart began to be interested.

"But other people don't know how to respect authority like I do. Professor Umbridge's punishment of Potter must be grudged." Callis lowered his voice a little, "and it doesn't have to be Potter himself."

"Oh?" Voldemort was genuinely interested.

Callis glanced around, then moved closer.

"Did you know that Headmaster Dumbledore has always been morbidly partial to Potter?"

Voldemort said calmly, "I heard something."

"He is the wizard who holds the most secrets of Hogwarts, and he is far more powerful than all of us. Since Potter entered school, he has received special favor from him every year, and even the entire Gryffindor has been honored because of Potter. Gained more favoritism. The headmaster has never shown such an unusual preference for a student, and his care for Potter is absolutely extraordinary."

Voldemort's eyes became cold, and Kalis continued: "I also suspected Potter at first. But..." She paused, swallowing some indigestible emotions, "But after in-depth investigation, I ruled out his possibility. Possibility. Professor Umbridge didn’t have any struggles before she died. Although there were many traces at the scene, I checked the professor’s body carefully, and her nails still maintained the roundness and integrity of her life, which shows that her behavior before her death was not violent. But the professor's expression—perhaps only I can make out her expression from the dead body—is extremely painful."

Kalis spoke so engrossed that she didn't notice that the culprit in front of her just sneered silently.

"...Everything shows that Professor Umbridge committed self-mutilation consciously and without the slightest resistance. I have studied it, and this requires a very powerful, dark magical ability. This Potter doesn't meet the two conditions."

Voldemort understood what she was implying: "So, you think Dumbledore fits."

Callis pursed his lips, and said in a roundabout way: "I understand. Many people believe that the headmaster is a pure white wizard, but... I believe you have observed his hands now."

Voldemort gave her an unspoken look. "Curse," he said.

Callis seemed to be meeting someone who was right for the first time, raising her awkward eyebrows excitedly.

"Sure enough! I searched for a long time, but there was no ready-made information for reference. I finally found a similar report in an old newspaper clipping...Since you say so, it really is a profound black magic." She After a little recovery, he said, "I noticed that the headmaster's symptoms are better than when the school started. There is reason to believe that he also dabbled in black magic."

Callis observed Voldemort's expression, and sincerely advised: "Before I observed that Principal Dumbledore seemed to have conflicts with you, and I didn't want Potter to stay with you. With all due respect, this is not the same as Umbridge's The situation of the professor is similar. Potter likes to attract the attention of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, which is the only subject he is proud of, so he always has to stand out like this..." Her eyes flickered slightly, she swallowed the unfinished words, and returned to the topic, "But you can't be fooled by his appearance. Maybe he can't threaten you by himself, but Dumbledore is always behind him. Professor Umbridge wasn't the first, and he won't be the last...I guess Cedric That's when..."

She swallowed some more words, and spoke carefully and seriously.

"You must be careful to stay away from Harry Potter - they've been rooting out this school for a long time."

"...I'm curious," Voldemort said thoughtfully, "do you hate Harry, or Dumbledore?"

"I don't hate them, Professor," Callis said. "I just know them."

Voldemort almost laughed: "How come?"

"They're all the same kind of people." Kalis said confidently, "To be sensational, to confuse the public with beautiful words, but in reality they can't do anything. Headmaster Dumbledore always speaks nicely and protects the weak Muggles , allowing wizards of all bloodlines to live on an equal footing...but he blindly only prevents others from changing, and he can do nothing but maintain the status quo. Even the bloodline prejudice in the school is due to him, and he dared to claim that the entire wizarding world should be abandoned. Down with prejudice!"

A little intense light radiated from her eyes, and was pressed down again, speaking lightly.

"He is the rotten cancer of this wizarding world."

She stopped and looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, as if awaiting his trial.

After a while, Voldemort said, "Excellent."

Except for Harry's part, this passage can be said to have won his appreciation.

It stands to reason that he should have an impression of such a person... His eyes flicked across the librarian's assistant's breastplate.Karen Callis... Callis...

A nearly forgotten name emerges.

Ryan Callis.

Death Eaters who were sentenced to death during his downfall.

"Professor..." Kalis's face was slightly heated. She seemed to be waiting for a long time. The recognition from some authority made her excited and nervous, "I noticed that the Slytherin students respect you very much..."

Voldemort turned his pensive gaze, with a premonition of what was going to happen next.

"You must know about Death Eaters, don't you?" Callis said eagerly. "Can I know them?"

A dark smile spread across Voldemort's face, and he ordered, "Look into my eyes."

The moment their eyes met, Kalis felt her heart beating out of control. Those dark eyes became deeper and deeper in the deep-set outlines, which made people throb uncontrollably, but her brain flashed inappropriately. The father, the emaciated mother who was kicked out of the house, and myself when I begged the owner of the second-hand store for a discount...

Memory engulfed her like a river breaking its embankment.

Voldemort flipped through Calis's brain with ease.

At the opening ceremony, the briskness of being in a boat with a girl from the East; Harry Potter’s discussion with his classmates when he entered the school; the selection of Goblet of Fire warriors was a surprise...

"What do you think of Harry?" Cho asked shyly, "He seems to me..."

"He's a villain trying to catch fame, Qiu, don't think about it."

"But..." Qiu said hesitantly.

"Don't you think it's funny what he's done? The thing—the thing that made him famous—had nothing to do with him. It was an accident, and he was just a lucky little boy."

"Your eyebrows..." Qiu and the girls around him gasped, "Umbridge did it?"

Callis covered his face: "Don't look at me...please..."

Qiu took her into his arms and drove away the other girls.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's all my fault... You clearly warned me..."

"—Is it Harry Potter?" Callis stopped Qiu Ji's walking figure and asked angrily, "Did he let you down!"

"No, I'm fine." Qiu said with red eyes, "Let me forget about him..."

"Harry Potter! Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for running into the investigative action team appointed by Headmaster Umbridge himself."

"Potter! You hit me!"

"Undo the spell, Calis, deduct points as you like! I have important news to report."

"What news? You'd better not play tricks, I will take you to see Headmaster Umbridge..."

"Death Eaters have robbed prison!"

Umbridge rose from behind his desk and came eagerly.

"What did you say?"

"Potter himself said to inform Principal Dumbledore." Callis also had doubts, but said calmly, "I think you can confirm this with the Ministry of Magic."

"...You are right, if this is the case..." Umbridge murmured, "I have to inform Fudge immediately, the first thing is to control the media..."

"The prison break is real, Mom!" Callis said to the gaunt head above the flames in the fireplace. "The Death Eaters are out! Let's go find the Dark Lord—Daddy didn't die in vain!"

"I...we can't find it, Karen." Mrs. Callis looked terrified, "Only Death Eaters can..."

--Do not!

Callis suddenly realized something, and struggled tremblingly.

--go out!

—Get out of my brain!

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, his quality was not bad... However, it was impossible for him to stop.

"Quiet."

Like an Imperius Curse, Kalis' eyes were slightly distracted, and the waves in his brain were suppressed by force, and he began to operate again according to the intruder's intentions.

... "Then what to do?" Callis asked worriedly, walking up and down in front of the fireplace.

"Pay attention to your fellow Slytherins, some of them must be able to reach them..." Mrs. Callis mumbled, "By the way, hurry up and draw a line with the savior. Is your friend still dating him?"

"They broke up," Callis said, with a look of hesitation on his face. "I got the news this time, and it was from him—"

"He killed your father! And Dumbledore!" cried Mrs. Callis sharply. "You stay away from them!"

"Yes...I know, Mom, don't worry..."

"Karen Callis?" The girl in the Slytherin uniform looked at her arrogantly, "You want to join us...you are the librarian's assistant? Well, from now on, we will be a member of the Slytherin V-shaped club." Provide convenience for members to access the library."

"But I can't get so many restricted area signings..."

"Who told you to go in there? Listen, you are the same, the first thing to join the club is to not disturb Professor Riddle's daily life." The Slytherin girl lowered her voice, her eyes glowed brightly , "However, the seats near the restricted area must be reserved for our club members, understand?"

"Tell me about Potter's haunts," a burly Slytherin boy said to Callis at a club meeting. "They say Draco has other things to do and doesn't have time to keep an eye on him."

"Anything else you mean making a fool of yourself after a Mudblood's ass?" Another tall, thin boy sarcastically.

"Shut up, Theodore. You're just jealous of Draco," Greengrass said. "Try saying something in front of him?"

With a gloomy face, Theodore turned to Calis, "Don't tell McNeill, we have an order not to provoke Potter."

"Nott!" The burly McNeil blocked him, threatening with fists clenched, "It's none of your business."

"Potter goes to see Professor Riddle every time." Callis lowered his head and said with a blurred expression, "Are you going too, McNeil?"

"..."

……

Kalis was slumped on the table exhausted, dizzy from overuse of her brain, and she was on the verge of passing out.

Voldemort tapped his wand thoughtfully, cast her a Sleeping Charm to help her sleep, and left the reading desk.

Harry was scribbling in his seat in the restricted area. He had already written half of the thesis required by his homework, but there was no sign of Voldemort's return. He tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart, not knowing what he was copying.

After a while, there were footsteps so lightly that they were hardly noticeable even in the quiet of the library, but Harry noticed them right away.

He didn't look up, but the speed of writing almost stopped.

Someone sat down in front of him.

"I thought you were waiting for me."

Harry looked up, keenly aware that he was in a good mood, which only made him more depressed.

"No." He said stiffly, and continued to do his homework with his head down.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and scanned his parchment.

"If you continue to copy that rune joke, Paris will give you a P (poor) at most."

"..." Harry put down his pen and simply stared at him without blinking.

Usually at this time, Voldemort would habitually read the head of the savior to facilitate communication.But this time he controlled his impulse, thought for a moment, and tried to say: "Callis is still alive."

Harry's brows twitched: "Intact?"

"Completely."

"……healthy?"

"You can check for yourself."

Harry's boredom subsided a little, but the evil fire still lingered.

He just wasn't happy.

However, Voldemort's rare good attitude made his mood seem irrational, and Harry had to try to divert his attention.

"I... I'll go and see." He stood up frustrated, "When are you leaving?"

"Not going this time." Voldemort's expression was clouded, "We're going to start all over again."

"You mean..." Harry wanted to confirm.

"Yes." Voldemort replied before he could ask. "I'm back."