The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

In order to fulfill her promise, Hermione had to accept Draco's daily presence.

She didn't want to delay her Occlumency practice with Harry, but the heavy schoolwork and extra teaching practice tasks made her so overwhelmed that sometimes Harry had to practice alone.

Practiced a lot with Hermione, and sometimes Harry could read Hermione's mind during the confrontation too.Hermione intentionally took this opportunity to teach him the knowledge and skills of Dementionment. In this way, Harry got a little bit of a knack, and he could imagine the process of prying and practice the defense of his mind by himself.

The more he practiced, the more he had the feeling that Voldemort was hardly instigating him anymore.

You know, the phrase "I can read your mind" that comes out of him every time is one of the powerful motivations for Harry to learn Occlumency.As a result, when he finally got better at mastering it and was waiting for actual combat exercises, the enemy died down instead.It's really depressing to fight, but also a little concerned.

Snape's four stints were over, which meant that their usual chances of seeing each other were only in the classroom and in the library.However, although Voldemort returned to school, he had no intention of re-teaching at all.Palis was still acting as a teaching assistant. Fortunately, with the protest of Professor McGonagall, he finally stopped taking medieval curses as the teaching content and began to teach them the silent curses they should master.

Voldemort is often encountered only in the library now.After the relationship between Hermione and Draco eased, she stopped coming to the restricted area often.This could have been their world for the two of them, but it never occurred to them that the potions professor who had been entrenched in the cellar for many years began to visit the restricted area frequently.

"Professor Riddle," Snape hurried into the forbidden lounge, and went straight to Voldemort in front of Harry, "if it's convenient, please take a step to talk."

Harry stopped doing his homework, raised his head to meet Voldemort's gaze, and frowned slightly, because Snape was also observing him.

"Okay." Voldemort stared at him indifferently and smiled, put away the half-turned book, and quickly flipped through the rest of the content as he got up and walked in, "Come here."

Their figures disappeared between the bookshelves, only hazy and trivial voices floated out occasionally, as if they were discussing something in a low voice.After a while, Voldemort returned with the newly selected book, and sat back in his place as if nothing had happened.

Snape gave Harry a deep look, and left without saying a word.

Harry hadn't intended to be curious, but this look piqued his interest.

Even Voldemort didn't say anything, so what should Snape have to worry about?

What made him even more restless was that such scenes were still being played out over and over again.

"Can't you find another place to discuss things?"

Finally, he couldn't help asking after a certain conversation.

Voldemort raised his eyes from the book and asked, "You don't like it?"

"I'm just...annoyed," Harry said impetuously.

Voldemort thought about it, and said slowly: "We have something to discuss recently. In fact, you can choose the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, which is more secretive... But where were you last Hogsmeade week?"

Horrified, Harry instantly used Occlumency, only to find that Voldemort's gaze had returned to the book.

"...you looking for me?" He asked uncertainly.

Kneading the corner of the page between two fingers, Voldemort didn't answer immediately, turned a page, and said lightly, "I'm paying attention to you."

For some reason, Harry looked away from that hand and stared at his quill, as if forgetting what to write next.

It's impossible for him to know about their going to the Muggle world. He has a lot of experience in sneaking there, and no one knows so far.But Harry still felt a little guilty, and a little secretly happy.

"You can be seen here," said Voldemort as casually as if talking about the weather.His eyes stayed on the book, barely moving.

The words made the corners of Harry's mouth twitch up involuntarily.After a while, he muttered in a low voice: "I can use the invisibility cloak to find you."

He vaguely heard a familiar chuckle of joy, and a gaze fell on him.

"I'm usually free at night."

Harry's ears turned red, and he began to write regardless.

After this little protest, indeed, Snape barely bothered in the restricted area.But Voldemort came less and less time, it seems that they really have some plan to conspire, must often meet.

But on the other hand, the first game of the Quidditch Academy Cup is coming soon, and Harry has to work overtime to train, and he is too tired to move a finger when he returns to the dormitory every day, let alone running to the Black Magic in an invisibility cloak. Defense Office.

He felt like he was shooting himself in the foot.

On Sunday afternoon, Harry took the time to practice on the Quidditch pitch.The weather was really not good, the cold wind whipped the ground wave after wave, scraping the exposed skin painfully.Ron moaned in the locker room and didn't want to fly, but he was the first person to ride on the broom when he arrived on the court.

Harry boosted his morale, the match was imminent, and the first opponent was his rival Slytherin, so he had to hold his breath.Everyone's enthusiasm was finally mobilized, and they jumped into the sky one after another, flying around like a fish in water to practice.

I don't know if it's because of the weather, but the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch are even more unpredictable, sometimes even flying out of the stadium.It's definitely not possible during the competition, but Harry doesn't mind practicing more thrillingly, so he didn't strengthen its restraining spell.

The Snitch's golden light flashed under the cloudy sky, and flew in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and Harry hurried to catch it and bring it back.But he saw two familiar figures hurrying along.

He lowered his broom and confirmed their identities, it was Snape and Everheart.A professor of potions and an assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, what did they do together in the Forbidden Forest on a cloudy and windy day?The only reason Harry could think of was Voldemort's orders.

It would be no surprise if it was Voldemort himself, but Snape's private actions could not help but remind Harry of that suspicious and scrupled look.Holding the Golden Snitch in his hands, he hesitated for a few seconds before lowering his height and driving the broom into the Forbidden Forest.

The sparse outlying woods passed quickly, and the two teachers walked quickly, as if something was urging them.Had it not been for the broom, Harry would have started panting.

Since the two of them didn't look back at all, flying was less likely to be spotted than running. Harry's flying skills were superb, and coupled with his slow speed, he could shuttle through the woods calmly without touching a leaf.

Entering the dense wooded area, even Harry had to fly higher, over the dense canopy, and fly over the woods.In order to confirm their latest position, they have to descend from time to time to observe, and it is easy to lose track of someone with poor skills.Even Harry was losing patience.

There was a rustling sound, and Harry landed, and found that they stopped in front of a depression, which looked familiar.

Finding a sturdy tree trunk to perch on, and observing from behind the shade, Harry recognized the land.It was the place where the second grade and Ron were besieged by eight-eyed spiders together.At this time, under the cloudy sky, the edge of the depression also showed faint lights, which were countless giant spiders near and far.

The spider near here was approaching the two of Snape, with hairy legs higher than its body, first appearing on the edge of the depression.

Snape's wand spewed a cloud of gray smoke, which was blown into the hollow by the gloomy wind, which soon caused commotion.Palis and he stood reluctantly together, back to back, pointing their wands to either side.This posture quickly came in handy, because the ground shook slightly, and a large number of spiders in the depression ran frantically around.The sound of clattering copper and iron resounded through the woods!

Most of the spiders ran away from the two of them, the gray smoke seemed to drive them away, but some were too close and had to run in this direction.Snape and Palis knocked them away, each covering the center of the hollow.

Harry wanted to wait until all the spiders had run away before coming down, but he didn't expect a rampaging one to knock the tree he was standing on sideways.Caught off guard, he rolled and scrambled and fell into the bushes, and the spiders that kept passing by rushed over regardless. Harry's ribs were trampled hard, and he couldn't help but groan.

He hid behind the tree trunk with difficulty, picked up the broom and rode on it again, flew to the top of the tree, rubbed the top of the tree and got close to the depression.Snape and Palis descended into the center, where there were no trees to hide and no spiders to cause confusion, and he had to approach carefully to continue to see their figures.

It wasn't until Harry also entered the sky above the depression that he discovered that there was a shallow pool of water in the center.The two of Snape were standing there, with a transparent film covering their heads at some point, like a large transparent bubble.

It's a bubble head curse.Harry knew that, they were going to the water!He lowered the broom so he could see their movements.Palis squatted down, slowly created a nest of ripples on the water surface with his wand, then stretched out his feet, and just stepped in.There seemed to be a staircase under the surface of the water, and he went down steadily, submerged in the pool.

Snape also followed closely behind. The difference was that he habitually glanced around before finally submerging in the water, and met Harry who had no time to hide!

For a split second, Harry could almost see his nerves tensing.The sallow face covered by the bubble head curse was as stiff as a stone statue, staring at him, and the black eyes seemed to be roaring at him: Potter! !

Harry turned around and ran!With a whiff, it flew up to the edge of the depression, and was overwhelmed by the smoky spider tide.

Snape didn't want to be noticed by Palis, he stared angrily at the direction where the savior disappeared, turned his head and didn't go to the bottom of the pool.

Of course the dark lord could not be expected to do the drudgery of catching the Korhe salamander himself.The species with the strongest reproductive desires in the area will congregate near this creature.Although eight-eyed spiders are not difficult to deal with, but they are in large numbers, and it is easy to lose sight of one and lose the other when dealing with them.Fortunately, his boss still had a little bit of false thoughtfulness, so he called in Palis to assist him—by the way, to monitor him—otherwise it would be abnormal if he didn’t pay attention during this journey.

The cold pool water poured in from all directions, barely suppressing the anger in my heart.

The moment he saw the savior, Snape really wanted to use a curse to drag him down, rinse him well in the water, and wash away all the evil ideas in that bastard boy's head!

Sneakily followed him to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, he was afraid that he would live too long!

After being discovered, he fled to the spider pile!If it weren't for the eight-eyed spider's lack of toxicity, Snape almost jumped out of the water on the spot!

Palis walked in front of them unconsciously, layers of transparent steps formed under their feet, and when they stepped on them, they could continuously generate suction, preventing buoyancy from lifting them to the surface of the water.

At the end of the steps is the bottom of the pool where the eggs of the Korhe salamander lie.

But Snape became more and more impatient. He was not sure how long Potter could last, so he had to find a way to confirm it.

He pressed Palis's shoulder, and leaned his head, letting the bubbles of the two intersect, trying to merge into one.

Palis pushed back, livid, but Snape was tough.

"I have something to say!" He said with the shape of his mouth, and neither of them could hear the other's voice through a layer of membrane.

Palis's face was livid, merging with his bubbles.

"One person is enough to catch the eggs. I will go to the shore to prepare the culture bag."

Snape said professionally.

The culture bag is a magic cloth bag transformed from a special space, which can be filled with environmental elements such as water, soil, air, and plants in the original place. The captured experimental subjects can maintain their original state until they are used.

Palis narrowed his eyes: "Why am I going to catch the eggs?"

"Can you prepare culture bags?" Snape asked coldly.

Their faces were very close, Palis seemed to be very unbearable, pulled out his own bubbles in disgust, and waved at him.

Snape achieved his goal, put his feet on the ground, left the steps, and was immediately lifted up by the buoyancy.

Palis looked at his quickly blurred figure, sneered slightly, raised his feet and walked up, but was about to return to the water surface!