The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"I want to confirm Potter's life and death for you..."

Snape explained palely—this time he finally remembered to use the magic of loudspeaker, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized how stupid his reaction was—maybe the stimulation just now was too great, and he took a step too late to react Come here, absolutely no excuses at this time——

He was thrown out mercilessly and thrown into the muddy water plants. The force of magic made him unable to stand up. Voldemort came over and knelt down and asked.

"Have I asked you to confirm?"

Contrary to the cold eyes, his voice is extremely soft and creepy.

Snape finally recovered his usual response level, and humbly begged, "Please punish... punish..."

Before the words fell, Voldemort had already got up, and the silent Cruciatus Curse fell on him.Snape knew he had to finish the sentence, and he struggled to utter the last syllable, and his voice could no longer form words.

It hurts so much.No matter how many times you have experienced it, the Unforgivable Curse specially designed for torture can always stir up the most fragile and sensitive pain nerves, puncture and pull out wantonly, and smash the soul to pieces.

The bubble head curse blocked the suppressed roar in the throat, and the deep pool bottom was extremely silent, only the water surge caused by the rolling of objects.

Palis didn't dare to cast a glance.

Harry, who was lying on the ground, was really curious about what happened. Feeling that he was no longer the focus, his eyes opened a crack very slowly.Voldemort's tall and thin figure was not far away, occupying most of the field of vision. There were no traces of Snape and Paris in the narrow gap. Harry didn't dare to look further, he only had a quick glance and closed his eyes.

Fortunately, Voldemort turned around just by a hair's breadth.

Harry could feel his approach from the subtle changes in the water flow, and the familiar feeling made him slightly relaxed, and he was immediately picked up and leaned against a warm chest.

"Watch him finish, Paris."

Voldemort ordered.

"Yes." Palis said.

The Stealth Charm was removed, and they floated to the shore, Harry felt a light weight, and the breath-hold spell dissipated.Voldemort was silent, and he continued to pretend to be unconscious.The strong wind in the woods seemed to have subsided a bit, and Harry felt the breeze blowing over the wet fabric, bringing a sticky and cold tide, and the sound of rattling spiders walking very close, seemed to gather back to the pool again.

But these didn't seem to be a problem, Voldemort's posture of holding him didn't change, and the turbulent spider wave quickly went away.As they walked through the Forbidden Forest, the water on their bodies was evaporated by the Drying Curse. Harry leaned in his arms and suddenly became very peaceful.

He thought of the dehumidifier who appeared in the auditorium on purpose that day, the fingers nestled inside slightly grabbed his clothing material, a subtle joy that was difficult to express surged in his chest, but was choked by something, preventing it from overflowing.

Voldemort's footsteps stopped suddenly, and Harry regained his relaxation without a trace. He was worried about who he had met, but he heard Voldemort say to him: "Wake up."

Harry slowly opened his eyes, and an unexpected person came into view——

"Ron?!"

Harry jumped out of Voldemort's arms in an instant, and Ron was riding his broom, looking at him in horror from mid-air on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.The strong wind blew his Quidditch robe up and down, and Harry realized that he had sneaked out of training. Ron must have come to him because he was worried, and they came out like this...

Whether it was too much stimulation or too much wind, Ron's broom tilted and almost threw him off.Harry hurried forward a few steps and stretched out his hand to protect him in panic: "Be careful!"

"I...I'm fine..." Ron climbed back on the broom tremblingly, trying to fly back a little backwards.Unfortunately, with poor technique and a headwind, the broom just wobbled in place.

"Listen, listen to me, Ron..." Harry looked at him worriedly, and Ron's face seemed to have "please don't say" written in big words, but he felt that he would be driven crazy if he didn't explain something misunderstanding, "It's not what you think—"

"What is he thinking?" Voldemort put his arms around his waist forcefully, lowered his head and interjected, "What do you want to explain, Harry?"

Obviously there are turbulent winds blowing all around, but only the wind around him is calm, so that even the shadow of his eyelashes can be seen when he gets close.Harry choked slightly, his brain congested.

They rarely show intimacy in front of others. On the one hand, they are forced to keep secrets, and on the other hand, they have a strange tacit understanding.Harry had never expected him to say such a thing and hug Ron in front of him.

Not only the blue-faced Ron, but even Harry himself was greatly stimulated, his face was flushed and flushed, and he was too embarrassed to speak.

Voldemort didn't wait for his answer, but turned his head and spoke to Ron for the first time.

"Go back if you have nothing to do, Mr. Weasley."

He said meaningfully, "It's windy outside."

Before Ron could digest the fear of being called "Sir" by Voldemort, his broom shook first, as if suddenly a strong reverse wind blew it away a few feet.

His little heart beat wildly all of a sudden, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran away along the wind.

"...Ron is my friend." Harry's embarrassment subsided, and he objected face to face, "You can't do this to him."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and his voice was hesitant: "You have so many friends."

Harry's eyes widened: "It's just Ron! ... and Hermione!"

Voldemort said, "I only promised you not to do anything to that girl."

"..." Harry couldn't refute, but he was really worried about Ron, staring at him sullenly, his eyes full of suppressed objection.

This appearance pleased Voldemort strangely. He brushed Harry's ear, and his tone became soft: "Nothing happened just now, did it?"

Harry stiffened his neck and looked at him with a face of "don't try to fool me": "...you are clearly threatening Ron."

Voldemort smiled: "He's your friend, isn't he?"

"That's how I treat my friends."

When Harry was in a daze, his hand had already moved to his chin, and the shadow fell, and Voldemort murmured: "They are all in the way..."

A cold kiss covered him, chasing Harry's soft warmth.

Harry sighed inwardly, really you can't expect too much at once, can you?

It is undeniable that a diametrically opposite lust climbed up in the body, accompanied by the biting that continued to the Adam's apple, evoking a current of suppressed joy all the way.

There were so many things to worry about, and Occlumency required him to divert his attention...Harry remembered that they hadn't been intimate for a long time...

Harry took Voldemort's hand and reached under his robes, boldly framing his back.

Keenly aware of the man's stiffness, he intentionally panted and asked in his ear: "Here?"

"...No." Voldemort gritted his teeth, obviously unable to accept the environment in the Forbidden Forest, and forcibly pulled him away.

Then walk out quickly.

"Go to the office."

Harry followed behind, both surprised and amused, looking at his back curiously as if he had discovered a new world.

Is this guy...so conservative?

He grabbed him suddenly and gave him a sly smile.

"I know a better place."

Five minutes later, Ron changed back into his school robes in the locker room in shock. After calming down for a while, he felt that he could finally face this terrifying world, and then left in a daze.

He didn't notice that the Slytherin's dressing room next door had been opened, and there was a small opening.

Just a few tens of seconds ago, Harry sneaked into the dressing room corridor of the Quidditch pitch with Voldemort, and when he passed the Slytherin dressing room, he was pulled in by the latter.

"Why Slytherin?" Harry protested, obviously expecting Gryffindor.

Voldemort cast a Silencing Charm and pushed him behind the door, "Shut up. Forget your little friend who got in the way?"

He gently opened a crack in the door, and the Silencing Charm only blocked the sound from inside, and they could still hear the sound of the door opening from the next door.Harry subconsciously held his breath until Ron left without realizing it, then he closed the door and let out a soft breath.

"...you did the right thing."

He turned around, and was suddenly imprisoned by the strong breath, Voldemort only left him a very narrow space, and pressed him behind the door, continuing the fire that was stirred up in the Forbidden Forest.

……

In the evening, Hermione left the library.Draco had asked her a few minutes ago if she wanted to come along, and she had said no.

Even so, Hermione could still hear whispers drifting in from time to time.

"Muggle seed... What are you pulling..."

"...Draco...how could..."

"Why..."

"...was thrown away..."

She packed her things without listening to her, and walked out of the library, with the technique of using the silent spell still in her mind.Although Draco mainly asked her about the Patronus Charm, he would also exchange some practical magic tips with her, and the silent spell was one of them.

It has to be said that these idiot Slytherins who rely on their family background do have some channels of magical knowledge that ordinary students cannot access, and know many things that are not in textbooks.Putting aside the unhappiness of the past, she did get a lot of unexpected gains.

"Hermione. Hermione."

When passing by an empty classroom, Hermione suddenly heard a familiar call, calling her in a low voice from very close by.

She stopped, seeing nothing, but immediately guessed the truth.Taking advantage of no one around, he tentatively asked, "Harry?"

"It's me." Harry whispered, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, "Go to the Room of Requirement, I have something to say."

Hermione nodded, changing course with her usual expression.In front of the tapestry where the troll batted silly Barnabas, she imagined a cozy pantry and took Harry into it.

The room was filled with all kinds of beautiful teapots and coffee cups, but there was not a drop of drink in them.Hermione muttered about "Gump's basic transformation rules" and other trivial thoughts, Harry had already taken off his invisibility cloak, and sat down on the sofa with a heavy heart.

"What's the matter?" Hermione sat across from him, noticing that her friend was in poor condition, "Are you in trouble?"

Harry had just lost his mind, and now he came back, rubbed his temples, and took a deep breath.

"...It's not a problem. It's just that something happened today..." His eyes wandered for a moment, and then he turned heavily to Hermione, "I need to talk to someone about...Snape's true position."