The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry vented on the Quidditch pitch, unaware that the rain was getting longer, and when he fell to the ground, he found that he was completely soaked and had to go back to the castle to change.

The auditorium was already open for dinner, and the aroma of the food whetted the appetite.Harry ran back to the dormitory and changed into a dry school uniform. His stomach was already growling with hunger, so he simply went down to eat breakfast with his wet hair on.

Back in the hall of the auditorium, Harry saw that Hermione was already in her seat, so he walked over.His buddy seemed a little out of sorts today, and Harry was the first to notice something was wrong before he even asked.

The breakfast table at Hogwarts has always been a mess, the students are either rushing to class or sleeping late, gobbled it all up, let alone the chaos.But today they suddenly seem to be out of time. Not only is the speed of eating slow, but they are also discussing things non-stop, and their eyes are constantly glancing at the classroom seats.

Harry followed suit, his eyes froze.On the staff table, there was an extraordinarily outstanding figure next to Snape.

"What day is it today? Professor Riddle actually came to the cafeteria, how strange!"

"How nice to feast your eyes early in the morning."

"His movements are so beautiful, so slow..."

"Those Slytherins eat like that too, I didn't see you boasting."

"This is the difference in appearance and temperament, there is no comparison!"

"..."

Scattered chatter drew Harry's attention back to Hermione, who was stiffly buttering toast and seemed determined not to look at the teaching desk.

Harry's stomach began to protest, and he decided to fill it first.After a while, just as the feeling of hunger disappeared, the atmosphere around him changed, and Hermione stared behind him in horror.

Harry had a premonition, and just about to turn his head, he put a hand on the top of his wet head.

"Professor Riddle..." Hermione greeted with hesitation, seemingly trying to stop something.

Voldemort fiddled with Harry's hair with downcast eyes, and said inexplicably, "Good morning."

Harry was still doubting who he was greeting, but the Gryffindor girl sitting next to him blushed.

"..." Harry pulled his hand away irritably, turned around and asked, "Why are you here?"

From the corner of the eye, I saw that there were a few more people missing from the teaching staff.

Dumbledore didn't come, Snape was walking this way, Professor McGonagall got up from his seat, looked at them seriously, as if ready to leave at any time.

Half of the nearby students are watching them.

Voldemort seemed oblivious to all this, and said softly, "Your Charms must have been a disaster."

Harry was still angry from the morning, and he was furious when he said: "It's none of your business."

As soon as the words came out, I felt a little regretful, the smell of gunpowder was too strong.

"Contradict the professor?"

Sure enough, Voldemort raised an eyebrow and asked.

He pulled out his wand from his robe, and Snape hurried over immediately, and Professor McGonagall left the table immediately.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Snape tried to grab Voldemort's attention first, only to be booed by Gryffindor.

"Why?" "It's not fair!" "Professor Riddle didn't even deduct it!"

Palely, Ginny pinched her boyfriend Dean's arm, hoping he would shut up.

Harry was very calm, because there was a smile in Voldemort's eyes.

"No need..." he said, pointing his wand at the ends of Harry's hair.

"Professor Riddle!" cried Professor McGonagall eagerly.Snape stared intently at the pale, slender tip of the wand, his fingers already touching the wand inside his robe.

The smile finally reached Voldemort's lips.

"Dehydration and dehumidification."

Harry's hair fluffed up again, bouncing around like a rejuvenated child.

"Learn this spell as a punishment." He put down his wand, turned to the sluggish Snape and Professor McGonagall who had just stopped, "What do you two want from me?"

Snape and McGonagall: "..."

"Regarding the arrangement of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, some students have reported some problems to me, and I think it is necessary to discuss it with you." As expected of Professor McGonagall, he quickly found a reliable reason, "Everher The teaching content of the special assistant teacher is a bit out of line..."

They left the cafeteria before Harry came to his senses.

Just now...if I didn't feel wrong, it was...caring.

It can't be said that the anger is gone, it's just a strange relief.

Soon, the students were having their first Hogsmeade week.Sirius signed Harry early and was waiting to meet him at the Three Broomsticks.I don't know what Dumbledore did, but the Ministry of Magic has lowered Sirius' wanted warrant level, allowing him to travel in a low-key manner.

Filch checked the magic ribbons of the students one by one by the oak gate, but nothing happened. Many students almost forgot the uniform distribution at the beginning of the school year.Now they were hurrying back to search.

With Hermione's supervision - and sometimes Ginny's - Harry naturally didn't want to throw ribbons around.They waited in line with peace of mind, seeing Ron and his girlfriend standing not far in front, Harry hesitated to speak.

Hogsmeade has always been the time for the Gryffindor Triangle to play, but this time there is no good opportunity to meet Ron—somehow, they seem to be estranged silently.Ron also deliberately didn't come over, he still mingled with Lavender.

Hermione only glanced irritably, and stopped paying attention to that direction. Instead, her eyes fluttered around anxiously.

The sky was cloudy, the wind was blowing, and there was a hint of rain.

Wrapped tightly in their scarves, Harry and Hermione hurried through the streets of Hogsmeade, not wanting to lose a moment.Because of the bad weather, the condiment and joke shop was closed to thank customers. Harry originally wanted to buy some trinkets for Sirius, but now he has no idea.

Entering the three broomsticks, the two people seemed to be reborn, embraced by the warm heat again, able to take off the heavy scarves, and take a breath of fresh air.

The strong wind blows raindrops on the windows, and the discussion in the bar seems to be suppressed invisible.Sirius had already sat in the appointed corner and ordered butterbeer for Harry and Hermione.

"Did Voldemort attack you?" Sirius asked right away.

Harry smiled awkwardly: "No, don't worry..."

"Dumbledore must be crazy to allow vol-"

"Sirius!" Hermione reminded in a low voice. There were many prying eyes on Harry. Zabini leaned on a pillar not far away to observe them, as if he was very curious about Sirius who was hiding his head and showing his tail.

Sirius glared sinisterly at the obstructive Slytherin from under the hood, but Zabini gave him a nonchalant smile.

"How are you doing?" Harry asked concerned.

"It's much better." Sirius withdrew his gaze and took a sip of his wine. "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​fighting for the strength of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge is going to hold the world preliminaries at Hogwarts, so he has made a lot of progress."

Hermione asked pleasantly: "Then he agrees with the return of the Mysterious Man?" After asking, a little cautiously, she followed Harry from the corner of her eye.

"No!" Sirius hit the table with his wine glass and cursed bitterly, "That coward!"

Hermione didn't dare to ask.But Sirius couldn't help complaining: "A trash who knows nothing but deception! Crowell is a hundred times stronger than him!"

Harry asked, "Crowley?"

"You know, right? He insisted on leading the Department of Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items into a real power department. The Muggle-modified alchemy products he promoted are now everywhere..." Sirius looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Phoenix The Society is trying to win him over, but it's unsuccessful, and it's said that the Death Eaters also have intentions..."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, both seeing each other's surprise.

"Why?" "Is he a pure-blood?" They both asked at the same time.

"That's the problem." Sirius said seriously, "he refuses to express any blood position. However, the Order of the Phoenix investigates that he may come from a declining pure-blood family, and the genealogy has a fault, which means that only his parents who have not registered And he himself knows whether he is a mixed race. The Death Eaters must have found out, but they don't go into it for the time being, they want to pull people over..."

"Voldemort is also a half-blood." Harry suddenly said something, and said, "...me too."

"Yes..." Sirius echoed absent-mindedly, and then realized, "What? I mean, Voldemort too?"

Harry nodded, talking about the past seen in the Pensieve, "I guess it's no secret, like his name."

"But..." Sirius looked like he wanted to make a big fuss.Hermione said with a sigh of pity: "People know, but they don't dare to talk about it."

Sirius was silent for a moment, then said, "If the Death Eaters get angry... Crowell is in danger."

"The Order of the Phoenix can protect him." Hermione's eyes lit up instead, "The Death Eaters will push him to us!"

Sirius is not optimistic: "It's easy for others to say, once that guy makes a move...we can't keep it."

Staring at the bubbles in his glass, Harry said dreamily, "There's only one person in real danger..."

Hermione and Sirius looked at each other, silent in their hearts.

"Let's not talk about that," Sirius rubbed his face, trying to relax the atmosphere, "I haven't heard about Harry's Muggle boyfriend for a long time, how are you doing?"

"Ahem..." Hermione took a sip of her drink, and Harry hurriedly helped her breathe to cover up her embarrassment.

"I...we still do...once a week...something."

Sirius asked with concern: "Is it safe? No one has discovered it?"

"Well, no..." Harry felt overwhelmed, and gave Hermione a look for help, but unfortunately his good friend was also on the verge of collapse, and blushed and gasped, "I, I'll go take a while, you guys talk first." with..."

"Huh..." Harry didn't have time to persuade him to stay, Sirius said briskly, "Go."

Hermione ran out of the bar in an instant.Zabini was drawn to walk out curiously.

"Harry, let's talk about it." Sirius said with lively vitality on his troubled face, "I recently checked the information on same-sex unions and found that there have always been such things in the wizarding world, but They are all relatively low-key, I don't know what the attitude of the Muggles is?"

Harry: "..." Help.