The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

But Harry wasn't planning on coming back.

Although he was not without joy when he heard Voldemort's announcement, it was only before he saw Callis who fell in front of the borrowing stand.

He shook her awake almost in horror.

"Don't—don't shake—" Callis woke up dazedly, and shook his hand away. "It's you again, Potter!"

Without bothering to explain, Harry turned around and walked back angrily.

Before entering the penalty area, he stopped, as if suddenly pouring a bucket of cold water, and calmly came out.

It's useless.

Callis who is alive is the other party's assurance of "nothing".

He knew this, but he got angry reflexively.

Maybe there are more reasons... He took a few deep breaths, staring at the gradually brightening sunlight on the floor, barely aware that his unreasonable mood was no stranger.

And, as always, there was no way to vent properly.

Harry returned to the Restricted Section in silence, Voldemort had left his seat and disappeared into the shadows of the bookshelves.

He lost the mood to continue his homework and decided to pack up and go to the Quidditch pitch to relax.

Not long after Harry left, Snape arrived.The potions professor obviously didn't expect that his immediate boss was in front of the bookshelf he was looking for.

He stopped stiffly, bowed back and did not speak.

"Professor Snape," said Voldemort normally, "you're all right."

The more turbulent it is, the more hidden mysteries will be.Either a hint or a test.Snape made a quick judgment, straightened his waist again, and still bowed his head and said: "I didn't expect your magic exploration to end."

This sentence reminded Voldemort of the fact that the experiment failed, his mood dropped rapidly, and the atmosphere around him also changed accordingly.

Snape noticed it right away, watching his heart, not daring to make unnecessary movements to attract attention, but followed behind silently and obediently, so as to be ready for orders at any time.This excellent ability to judge the situation can always make him on the verge of Voldemort's wrath.

"What book are you looking for?" When Voldemort spoke again, there was no trace of emotion in his tone.

Snape glanced up, secretly surprised: "It's exactly...the one in your hand."

From the direction of blood magic, the most relevant ones are the genealogies of the major pure-blood families. Voldemort had read them in his early years, so he skipped them and quickly flipped through a few books to find the black magic books related to blood.

What he was holding in his hand was "The Abyss of Blood Curse" that Snape was about to consult, which collected black magic spells that used blood as a medium since the Middle Ages, and it was the basis for blood-related black magic experiments.

Voldemort estimated the approximate research progress at once, "Is the progress so far?"

"Forgive me," Snape pleaded cautiously, "I found some... amazing records, and it took me a while to confirm."

Voldemort was aroused to pay attention, and stared at him until he confirmed that he had really made a terrible discovery, so he decisively put down the book.

"Walk."

The two walked out of the library one after the other and moved to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The role of managers for many years had accumulated a special aura on them. Just walking in the castle with serious expressions, they shocked the innocent students along the way. They, even Peeves, who was wandering bored, flew up to the ceiling as if avoiding it.

Voldemort paused only for a moment in the corridor facing the castle lawn.

From the corner of his eye, Snape noticed a nimble figure flying far away on the Quidditch pitch outside the window. The sky was lightly raining. He couldn't tell who it was, so he had to continue to follow.

He speculated that the Dark Lord's bad mood had something to do with the Squib Potion.From accepting the task to now, the time and number of failures are probably close to his tolerance limit.One thing Palis said is correct, he is now desperate and may die at any time.

But anyone can back down, he can't.

He was the only one who could possibly save that stupid kid's life in a critical moment.

Maybe Potter's dead jackass knew this, and the family's disgusting shit luck spread to him too.After searching through all the pure-blood family trees that could be found without a clue, Snape randomly flipped through a seemingly useless tome in despair, and found an unprecedented mystery in it.

That was the Hogwarts admissions manual over the years.

Unlike pure-blood families, the historical continuation of half-blood and Muggle wizards is almost impossible to trace, and this record is the most comprehensive record of non-pure-blood wizards that Snape could think of.

It was hopeless to read at the beginning, it was full of irregular surnames and names with a high repetition rate, enduring extreme boredom and confusion, Snape didn't know how he turned to the years at the end of the eighteenth century of.But he suddenly noticed an abnormality in the dense list - the number of students enrolled during this period seemed to have increased a lot.

After repeated statistics, he determined that in the last five years of the end of the eighteenth century, the number of wizards enrolled in school had increased several times, adding up to more than the total number of enrollments in the previous ten years.

The number of bloodlines in pure-blood families is limited, and there will not be much change in just a few years. That is to say, the sudden increase in the new generation of wizards is all Muggle-born.

What does this mean?

A large number of muggles who should not have become wizards have awakened to magic.

Something must have happened at the end of the eighteenth century to mutate non-magical people - whether Muggles or Squibs or whatever - into magic!

This astonishing deduction suddenly ignited Snape's hope.He searched for clues in the library non-stop, and soon had a clue.

"At the end of the eighteenth century, it was the period when several humanoid magical creatures, such as vampires and werewolves, largely withdrew from the Muggle world and fully returned to the magic world."

There was a wave in Snape's prim voice.Anyone who makes such a major discovery cannot hide their excitement.

"From their habits, even if they leave the Muggle world, they will not mix with wizards. In other words, these extra bastard wizards are not werewolves and vampires. I asked Greyback for the historical materials of werewolves It's a pity that their barbaric species has never recorded their historical behavior... But I have gained something new from the vampires. They have recorded that at the end of the eighteenth century, in order to have enough physical strength to build a seclusion after withdrawing from the Muggle world, the entire The population has engaged in large-scale hunting for blood."

Vampires' blood hunting is different from ordinary hunting. It is a small number of blood-sucking behaviors performed in order to reserve physical energy and reduce impact.Sucking the blood of a living person will make the vampire enter a strong state of excitement, which is difficult to stop before the person dies; therefore, unless there is a special need, the general vampire hunting is equivalent to hunting human beings.

Simply taking blood and hunting to death is strictly prohibited. In order to control themselves, vampires will use a ritual similar to the first embrace to prevent human death.

"In this ritual, the vampire's own blood enters the prey in advance, weakening the specificity of human blood, so that it will not be fatally attractive to vampires, while ensuring energy supply."

"When I was researching Wolf's Poison before, I also investigated the population habits of werewolves. Although they did not have special activities such as blood hunting and hunting, many werewolves had the experience of biting people in human form. This situation will not completely The infected victim becomes a werewolf, but it is more critical because the victim will repeatedly attack on the verge of semi-lycanthropy, and eventually die easily from a blood vessel burst."

Voldemort kept his eyes closed to listen to Snape's summary of the report. At this point, his blood-red eyes slowly opened, like the cold and silent strings in the dark and cloudy sky.

Sensing his extraordinary attention, Snape's heart fluttered slightly.

Without words, they all realize the great hidden connection.

"No one had imagined before that the humanoid infection of werewolves and vampires' blood hunting and hunting had many things in common." Snape's sallow cheeks squirmed slightly, and his usual stiff muscle lines showed a subtle vividness, " I speculate that they all have some sort of mystical function that enables Muggles to acquire magical powers."

"blood."

Voldemort spoke the most critical core.

There was a sympathetic look on Snape's face.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had shown his affection in front of the Dark Lord.But this discovery is truly significant.

Regardless of blood hunting or humanoid infection, the key to changing human beings lies in blood.The blood of a vampire, the fangs of a werewolf... There must be a secret of magic hidden in it.

There is nothing more thrilling than the breakthrough enlightenment of what started as an impossible research and now sees a glimmer of hope.

There was a long silence in the office.This time, Snape no longer felt oppressed, but instead brewed with subversive expectations and the dawn of dawn.

He had suffered too long in the shadows of Squibs and the Dark Lord.

After a while, Voldemort finally stopped his contemplation and said, "Can the subject be obtained?"

Snape was slightly shocked, unexpectedly he asked the real pain point in the first sentence.

The experimental plan has been designed, and magic and materials are not a problem.But the most critical test subject...

He hesitated: "I'm looking for a humanoid replacement..."

"A substitute?" interrupted Voldemort, "No need for that kind of thing, just use Muggles."

The vague stiffness returned to Snape's face.

"I thought so too at first, master..." he scratched his stomach, "but the improved experimental plan later required a lot of living blood, and the amount of blood that a single Muggle can provide is limited. Within the scope of Hogwarts, Dumbledore is very Easy to spot...”

Voldemort didn't retort, which was a good sign.Snape insisted: "Muggles are not the target of Squib potion after all, but Squibs are. They are too few in number and it would be a waste of time to catch them, so it is better to find substitutes. I think many humanoids are more effective in experiments than Muggles have the advantage..."

His eyes followed Voldemort, who left his desk for the first time to pace the nearby bookshelf.

"... Black magic experiments with humans as objects have disappeared for a long time. In the past when there was no protection law, humanoid creatures such as vampires, werewolves, and veela were often used as experimental objects, but this time they were originally part of the experiment..."

"Use this." Voldemort pulled out an atlas, and accurately flipped out the middle page for Snape.

There is a big eye drawn on it, floating in the water, blinking, without a body, very weird.

The note next to it reads: The Keere simian newt, the juvenile stage is transparent, and matures after going through the mimicry stage. The mature body can be any creature, determined by the extremely short mimicry stage.Distributed in Itasca in North America, Ladoga in Eastern Europe... and the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

In just a few lines, Snape had even more questions.How long is the mimicry period, the form of existence of the mature body, the number of races in the Forbidden Forest... It will probably take a lot of effort to figure out these.

"Don't worry, I've caught them before." Voldemort stopped by the window and looked into the distance. "There are many in the streams of the Forbidden Forest. If you ripen them now... each one can live for more than half an hour."

The drizzle gradually became a silk thread and became denser.

Snape was still thinking about the Kohl's newt, but Voldemort suddenly frowned and asked, "What grade is the rain spell?"

There was a rare look of bewilderment in his dull, indifferent black eyes.

"……fourth grade?"