The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry had never trusted Snape.

Their feud ran deep, Sirius was at odds with him, and despite Dumbledore's vouching, Harry, like most other members of the Order, not only could not trust him, but rather disliked him.

So when he caught a glimpse of Snape crawling out of the lake in mid-air entangled in spider silk, his first reaction was that he was going to die.It never occurred to him that the other party actually rescued him.

This was the same as when Draco suddenly came to show his favor and ask for help. There was no warning at all, and Harry was completely stupid.

If it wasn't for the existence of Voldemort that preempted most of his thoughts, Harry would definitely grab Snape and ask him.

Although he is no longer involved in the affairs of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry knows about Snape's special identity.He was a bona fide Death Eater, and indeed a member of the Order of the Phoenix, which meant that he had gained the trust of both Dumbledore and Voldemort, making them think he was on his side.

But he really did nothing convincing.Especially for the Order of the Phoenix, he never took part in the actions against the Death Eaters, and he usually shrank in Hogwarts without seeing anyone, and he kept silent when asked about the Death Eaters, so it could be said that he hadn't played any role at all.Almost everyone thinks that Dumbledore has been deceived, and Harry is no exception.

until today.

"What if..." Harry finished briefly describing the experience of being rescued, pursed his dry lips, and said in a low voice, "What if the fact...is the opposite?"

Hermione had the same shock in his eyes.

They were silent for a while.Hermione said, "Are you sure...the mysterious man doesn't know?"

Harry nodded. "One detail... Snape's fingers were trembling as he checked for my pulse."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock.Apparently she, like Harry, couldn't imagine someone like Snape trembling with fear.

"Even... Tom was angry, he didn't..." Harry recalled the few words he heard, from which he could really feel Snape's emotions, and he tried to find a suitable description, "...showing vulnerability. "

Whether it's the hasty excuse or the intermittent pleading, although humble, they are still firm.

The only difference is when checking for a pulse.

At that time, Harry closed his eyes and couldn't hear anything. Instead, he could feel a huge... fragility from the slight tremor.

In order to prevent the insanity, he had no time to distinguish, but the trembling that was barely detectable weighed heavily on his heart, making him unhappy.

"I don't understand, Hermione, he's always hated me," said Harry irritably. "I'm sure, unlike Tom, that his dislike for me is real, and it only takes half a minute with him to appreciate it. But why... he Are you... afraid of my death?"

Hermione looked at him speechlessly, only to agree.

"...I can't figure it out either." She murmured, as if convincing herself, "The only explanation is that his position belongs to the Order of the Phoenix. What we fear most is that you die at the hands of a mysterious person, so he also Fear."

Harry frowned in thought, and after a while, shook his head confidently: "No, no. I don't think so. Professor McGonagall is also a loyal member of the Order of the Phoenix, but she certainly won't be like this."

Hermione opened her mouth, but didn't think of a rebuttal, she seemed convinced.Then she thought of a question: "If this is the case, has the mysterious person noticed it?"

Harry said with a sinking face: "That's exactly what I'm worried about. I can't say he didn't notice it at all. Especially..." He remembered Voldemort's warning to Snape...that question of touching, just It happened just as Snape was checking his pulse, and the anger in it was shuddering.Originally, he hoped that he would let Snape go, but it would be fine if he didn't kill anyone.

"Especially?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry shook his head, although Voldemort's question didn't mean that...but he still couldn't get it out of his mouth.

"He punished Snape." Harry concluded, "I could feel the vibrations of the water plants and the current, and if I'm not mistaken, it was Snape struggling on the ground."

Hermione's face turned pale, and a few words of description were enough to arouse her infinite imagination. Although she didn't have any affection for Snape, she couldn't help but be shocked by the pain he might experience.

"...he...if that's the case...he's taking a lot of risk," said Hermione with difficulty.

Harry looked at the humming teapot on the table and nodded slowly.

Hermione looked at him with even more worry: "You too, Harry." She had asked this question countless times, but she couldn't help but confirm again, "Did he really not torture you?"

This time Harry stared at her, and Hermione's heart skipped a beat, immediately feeling ominous.

"You reminded me," Harry murmured, "why didn't he torture me?"

Hermione said in a daze, "Wait..."

"Don't torture me, that is," Harry confirmed to her with a sudden look in his eyes, "it's not necessary, he doesn't have to torture me, right?"

"Uh... right?"

"I need to find a way," said Harry, "a way to keep him from torturing."

Hermione stared at him wordlessly, wondering if that was there.But she didn't want to dampen Harry's enthusiasm, and instead said: "The matter of Snape...I think it's too early to draw conclusions, and we should observe for a while."

Harry regained his composure and nodded in agreement.

In next week's Potions class, Harry and Hermione were going to take a good look at Snape, but saw the teacher who walked in turned into Paris.

"Hello, everyone." The man with the chestnut back brushed off the dust on the podium, blew on his still clean white gloves, and greeted them deftly, "The next potions class will also be taught by me."

Whispering started in the class, and someone asked strangely, "Where's Professor Snape? Why didn't you hear him mention this last time?"

"The incident happened suddenly. Professor Snape needed to deal with a large amount of new potion materials. He was too busy, so he had to ask me to take over the class." Palis explained with ease, and after waiting for a while, he found that the students' objections did not not big.

Apparently Snape was not a popular teacher, and once the basic questions were answered, no one got to the bottom of it.Instead, someone asked expectantly about the situation in the classroom next door: "Then there is no time to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, right? We can see Professor Riddle again!"

Palis made a smirk: "It's a pity that I have the ability to teach two courses at the same time. You are still seeing me, not Professor Riddle."

A few bold boys let out laughter mixed with hisses.The class officially started.

Snape was originally teaching the production principle of Felicia, but it was obviously Palis' bad taste to change the teaching content without authorization. He ignored the existing teaching progress and taught them a brand new preparation.

But this time no one protested, because what he was going to teach was the love potion that adolescents loved to hear.

"This is the finished product." He unscrewed an exquisite perfume bottle, and a spiral of steam came out of it. Palis watched it spread, slowly closed his eyes, took a very light sniff, and then said , "It smells different from person to person, everyone is different. You will smell a favorite thing in it...or a person."

The students all showed expressions of eagerness to try.

"I can definitely smell your shampoo, Rollo."

Harry heard Lavender say sweetly.Ron didn't answer her, but Hermione beside Harry gave a disdainful cut.Other students were also talking about what they could smell.

Palis smiled knowingly, and said to them: "Come here. Before the official production, check the smell of the finished product, so that you will know whether it is successful or not."

They gathered around the podium one after another.Harry was a little hesitant. His favorite Quidditch would probably make him smell of sweat, so he couldn't look forward to it.But... as a human being, he was very curious about what that guy would smell like.

There is no need to get too close, the aroma of the love potion has already wafted over.Like magic, Harry was instantly obsessed with this alluring smell, and it took him a while to slowly distinguish what they were——

It seems to be the smell of honey pie, the woody smell of broomsticks, the smell of rice that often wafts from the kitchen of the Burrow, and a quiet smell of ink... It is the ink in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, in Rolle It could also be smelled in De's study.

Harry thought of the kiss under the pool for no reason, cold, suffocating, but intoxicating.

The classroom suddenly became much quieter. Everyone savored the meaning of the fragrance of the love potion, and was speechless for a while.

It wasn't until Palis screwed on the bottle cap to block the spread of the smell that the classroom became active again.

For some reason, Harry thought Hermione's heart had grown heavy, and she glanced at Ron for the first time, then turned to Draco irritably, as if smelling them both at the same time.Harry shook his head, dismissed the funny association, and planned to pay attention to the class.It's rare that the teacher of this class has been replaced by a normal person who doesn't stare at him every day to find fault. Maybe his potion level has been saved since then.

After class, Harry deeply felt that there is no harm without comparison.When Palis was a substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was compared to the perfect Professor Riddle, and the students complained; this time, compared with Snape, his self-talking style of teaching was very popular. They all hoped that Snape would deal with the potion ingredients more slowly, and even Slytherin didn't say much—Harry thought it was because Paris was also a Death Eater, and he was valued more than Snape.

They didn't see Snape anywhere else in the next few days - it never occurred to Harry that he would one day actively wish to see him - neither in the Great Hall, nor in the corridors.Neither the lawn nor the library had that familiar dark figure.

At the same time, Voldemort disappeared.But Harry was more or less used to his dragons seeing their heads and tails.

Another Potions class, still Palis was the substitute. After Harry successfully made the love potion, even he felt incredible.As it turns out, he's even gifted in this class with a different teacher who isn't so hard on him!Because the whole class made no more than five.

Nevertheless, Harry still decided to go to the Potions Master's office to check for himself on Snape's situation.

He knocked on the door for a while but no one answered, he couldn't help but wonder if Snape had been killed, is it too late to notify Dumbledore now?

With a click, the door opened.Harry was prepared to be sprayed head-on, but it was Voldemort's face that appeared.

Much more pleasing to the eye than Snape's.Harry thought distractedly, and then showed a big smile: "Why are you here?"

Voldemort, who was originally gloomy, turned his eyes slightly. Seeing that Harry wanted to enter, he graciously gave way to the passage.

"Master..." Hearing the sound of someone entering the door, Snape also had to withdraw from the messy experiment site, but stopped in place when he saw the person coming, "...Potter?"

Harry's eyes widened.Snape was still in his jet-black robes, and his hair was greasy than usual.But what caught Harry's attention was not these commonplace parts, but his bloody hands, the liquid on them was still slowly flowing, dripping onto the colorless ground.

"Mr. Potter seems to have something to do with you."

said Voldemort curiously.

"I..." Harry glanced at him awkwardly, before hesitating, "I didn't expect you all to be..."

Voldemort moved a step away, and said leisurely, "If you need, Harry... I can consider not being here for a while."

Harry was amazed at his eloquence, and nodded quickly: "Please."

Snape swayed imperceptibly, as if taken aback by Harry's stupidity.

What shocked him even more was that Voldemort really opened the door and left.

Harry could seem to see a hundred thousand exclamation points in his stare, and a million question marks.

...To be honest, he didn't quite understand what Voldemort was thinking, but he knew that he was in a good mood, so there was nothing to worry about.

"...you," Harry cleared his throat, staring at Snape's hand, "is that blood on your hand?"

Snape stubbornly maintained his stare for a while, then nodded slowly, and found a place to sit down.Harry followed him and sat across from him, pressing, "Anyone hurt? Who?"

"No. It's none of your business, Potter." Snape warned him in a bad tone, "If your memory is not more than three years old, your head has not been completely scrapped, you should know what evil experiments are being done under the hands of the Dark Lord Not surprising."

Ignoring his harsh words, Harry thought for a moment, guessing what they had been doing all this time.

"What kind of experiment is it related to blood?"

"None of your business," Snape said through gritted teeth.It looks like it wants to eat people at any time.

"Okay." Harry compromised, and finally Voldemort cooperated, he had to hurry up, "I have a question for you."

Snape rolled his mouth mockingly, "How unexpected, you knocking on the door..."

Halfway through the sentence, his sarcasm faded away.Harry was concentrating on casting the Silencing Charm, over and over, and checking around.

"...The Silencing Charm has the same effect no matter how many times you use it." Snape reminded.This time it seemed a little numb.

"I know." Harry sat back, seemingly relieved at last, "Just in case, after all, he was still here just now..." The ending faded away, and his eyes suddenly locked on Snape.

"Honestly, Professor Snape, which side are you on?"