The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry rushed to the woods where the spider colonies were sparsest, intending to temporarily hide himself and return when the time came.Unexpectedly, just after falling on the tree trunk, before standing still, the spider has gradually regained its senses, sniffing the fresh human scent in the air, and is suddenly attracted by Harry on the tree, and the big spiders like steel marbles are rumbling , Gathered in a rattling way.

The metal limbs easily crushed the branches and leaves of the trunk, and the trunk where Harry was standing shook violently several times, and was knocked down by the body of the rushing spider.Harry had been holding on to the broom tightly in his hand, and when he saw that the situation was not going well, he immediately rolled over and rode on it.The movement was big, and it affected the ribs that had just been injured. The pain slowed down his movement by half a beat, and he was scraped off the ground by the collapsed tree crown.

"Armor protection! There are many obstacles!"

Between the billowing dust and the icy spider legs, Harry hurriedly avoided obstacles, manipulated the broom with one hand, and drew out his wand to cast spells.Many times of crisis escape experience has cultivated his high-quality motor nerves, Harry narrowly missed a sharp spider leg knife, and flew into the air.

There was no trace of Snape and the two in the pool in the center of the depression, and they had obviously entered the water.Harry immediately turned the broom and wanted to rush towards the pool, but was stopped by a huge resistance.

He glanced back, and saw that the white ribbon dripping with transparent mucus wrapped around the tail of the broom and extended to a large spider on the ground. It was actually the silk of an eight-eyed spider!

The other spiders also reacted, raising their heads and spraying more silk at him.For a moment, the turbulent white silk thread seems to be flying up and down thousands of times.

"Fractured!"

While cutting the spider web, Harry urged the broom to fly high.

The level of silk-spinning of spiders is uneven, and most of them are difficult to reach Harry's height, but some powerful spiders not only spin high, but also know how to seize the opportunity and wait for the rabbit.Although Harry's reaction was fast enough, he was still stuck for a moment by a few spider threads, and the height dropped a lot.

Once the height is lowered, more spider silk will come up immediately!

"To pieces, to pieces, to pieces!"

Harry swung the Splitting Charm wildly, observing the situation.The spiders that fled in all directions at first had completely evacuated from the center of the depression, and the spiders in his direction gradually gathered, but the center of the depression was still empty.After tearing off the newly entangled spider threads, he urged the broom more forcefully, and simply flew the net against the spider threads, sprinting towards the pool.

The oncoming spider silk quickly wrapped Harry into a white cocoon, but he concentrated his strength on driving the broom, dragging the spider on the ground and flying forward.The clang and squeak of metal colliding pierced the skin, as if the screams of spiders one after another——

"Stop him!" "Ahhh!" "Bastard human!" "Eat him, eat him!"...

These voices are not completely illusions, indeed some eight-eyed spiders can speak human words, fluctuating in the noisy chaos.But Harry had no time to tell. He was holding on to the broom stick tightly, his whole body covered with sticky and flexible spider silk, and he was tug-of-war with the spider swarm on the ground.

At first, it was able to drag them to fly, but soon the spider silk became more and more entangled, and the dragging spider became heavier and heavier, and the speed slowed down, and the broom wriggled forward with difficulty in mid-air.If it weren't for Harry's excellent ability to stay in the air, he might have fallen into the spider swarm by now.

As soon as Snape got ashore, he saw such a thrilling sight.Harry was already very close to the pool, and was meeting his gaze. The Potions Professor's face was tense, his dark eyes shot out with anger, and there was also a hint of unspeakable gloom.

Although the Dark Lord had entrusted the two Death Eaters with the task, it was not impossible for them to come to inspect the work on a whim because they were on campus.At this moment, the last thing Snape wanted to see was the little devil of the Savior.

Especially the little devil who is in crisis.

More spider threads shot at Harry. Seeing that the broom could not break free, but was dragged lower and lower, Snape didn't care about any more, raised his wand, and muttered silently.

God has no shadow.

The invisible sharp blade flew across, and the thick spider silk was instantly cut into pieces.Unexpectedly, Harry lost resistance, and immediately flew out, heading straight into the pool, causing high water waves.

"Potter!"

Snape turned around viciously, and was about to go into the water to catch someone, when he suddenly noticed something and stopped abruptly.

"Severus."

Voldemort appeared on the shore at some point, and looked sideways at him meaningfully.

"I thought you were catching eggs at the bottom of the water."

"……Owner……"

The blood quickly faded from his face, and Snape turned around stiffly, his knees slightly weak.

There was noisy noise all around, and the spiders' newly recovered sanity began to withdraw again. The gray smoke floated behind Voldemort, slowly spreading outward, like ink dripping into the water, and quickly dispersed the black spider swarm.

The surface of the water suddenly turned into waves, and Harry emerged from the center of the pool, struggling with the spider silk that bound his whole body.

Voldemort's attention was attracted, and he didn't know what expression it was.Snape's breathing became short of breath, but he didn't dare to raise his head to reveal his thoughts.

"Is that Harry Potter?"

he asks.

The obvious answer, but Snape didn't dare to answer rashly.

For some reason, he seemed to feel the murderous aura of the Dark Lord.

Sure enough, Voldemort didn't have the patience to wait for an answer at all. He snorted softly, whether it was a smile or anger, and suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, rushed to the center of the pool, and pushed Harry into the water without any resistance!

Snape's mind was shaken, he chased after him one step at a time, stepped to the bottom of the pool a few steps, and then hurriedly used the floating foot spell, and rushed across the water as if walking on flat ground.

"Owner!"

He cried out urgently, clutching his wand tightly in his hand, and scanned the water with blazing eyes.

The water waves that Harry raised had subsided, and the two of them sank deeper and deeper under the water. The thick black mist still enveloped them, and Snape could only see the depths of the black hole.

He gritted his teeth, unconsciously pointed the tip of his stick at the black mist, trembling slightly.

"Master!" he cried finally in vain, as if imploring, "Master—Dumbledore—"

He suddenly stopped talking, and looked at the water beside him.Palis's head floated out slowly, and he was stepping on invisible steps, only the part above the neck was exposed, staring at him steadily.

"What's the matter with Dumbledore, Snape?"

He pulled his usual gentle smirk.

"I'll help you stop the master."

Snape stared at him, brow furrowed into a knot.

There was still no movement on the water surface, and the time passed by every minute and every second. The two confronted each other suddenly, and neither of them spoke.

Suddenly, as if a certain boundary had finally been crossed, Snape loosened his brows, and the lines on his face that seemed to have been solidified for decades loosened.He ignored Palis' malicious provocation, removed the Floating Foot Curse, plunged into the pool, and dived deep.

Although the time spent on researching squib potions was long, compared with his more tormented life, it was a very short and meaningful time.

At first, like everyone else, he didn't think he could achieve anything at all.But this is nothing, he himself is a realistic portrayal of the words useless and tormented.If this can gain the trust of the Dark Lord, that would be of the greatest significance.

Unexpectedly, after failing again and again, the Dark Lord actually wanted him to continue.Not only that, the attention and support given are getting more and more in place, especially when he came to Hogwarts in person, let go of many Death Eater affairs, and even devoted himself to research, every step seemed so incredible.

Dumbledore guessed that he was trying to hide his true purpose, and Snape basically agreed.But sometimes, he would have the illusion that maybe the Dark Lord really valued this research.

After reporting the discovery of blood magic, this illusion became more frequent.

The discovery of magic power is indeed of great significance, and even Snape, who is as dead as water, feels the excitement that he hasn't seen for a long time, let alone the person who proposed the research, the Dark Lord.

He digested Snape's conjectures and experimental plans at an inhuman speed, and immediately found out the missing key points and mistakes.Snape thought it would take another half a month to look up the information, but every time he encountered an unpopular question, he could accurately find the books and materials with detailed answers, as if the location and content of those books were already familiar to him. No need to search.

Not counting the ancient student days, he only stayed in school for less than two months.

There's a reason why the Dark Lord is exceptional.Snape had always known that was what fascinated him and many others back then.

It's just... It's been so long since he had such a real and intimate experience, he almost forgot what it was like.

Dangerous, wrong, sense of admiration.

A gift for darkness that the white wizards could never approve of.

. . . he had longed for it.

The past is the past.

He is no longer worthy of yearning.

Snape sank into the depths of the pool, and fell into the cold darkness without hesitation.

A hand grabbed his ankle violently.

Wearing the same head-bubbling spell, Palis grabbed his ankles, took three steps at a time, and roughly dragged him to the surface of the water.

"Water grass rolls!"

As soon as he came out of the water, the weeds on the shore rose up in response, one after another plunged into the water, wrapped Snape up firmly in advance, dragged him ashore and tied him up.

"Everheart! Let go!" Snape's Bubble Curse finally broke and he roared loudly.

Palis stepped on his right hand, knelt down and pulled out his wand little by little.

"I won't allow you to interfere with the master." He said coldly, "It's your business to like to be double-faced, and I don't want to be involved."

"This is Dumbledore's territory. Potter's ribbon has a special protective magic. If he is killed here, the master will be expelled—"

"You need to be quiet for a while."

Palis silenced him, using his wand.

"Besides, don't you think we're really working for this school?"