The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Afterwards, Harry enthusiastically shared the news with Hermione, but the brunette girl's reaction was a little cold.

"I see." She nodded perfunctorily, and pulled Harry into an empty classroom. "How's Snape's business? Did you find anything with him last time?"

Harry opened his mouth hesitantly, thinking that Hermione would be happier, but unexpectedly the topic didn't last for five seconds.I had no choice but to take out my wand and skillfully cast the Silencing Charm.

"I'm sure, he's from the Order of the Phoenix."

said Harry, briefly summarizing the key words Snape had said.

Hermione's face became very serious: "...he is very dangerous. Now that Dumbledore and the mysterious man are both at Hogwarts, he needs to show obedience and loyalty in front of both of them at the same time, and there are different levels of difference... ..."

On the surface, he is a Death Eater, and secretly a member of the Order of the Phoenix with Dumbledore, but Voldemort knows this, and he needs to be a Death Eater and Order of the Phoenix at the same time to secretly reveal his love for the dark side. The devil is loyal, and this level of loyalty is actually fake. Dumbledore knows this, so he must have other ways to win Dumbledore's trust, and this kind of trust can never be detected by Voldemort... But now, this is the most The last critical layer could be exposed at any time.

It's complicated to say, but it can be summed up in one sentence, Snape's undercover status is at stake.

"Draco told me," Hermione swallowed, watching Harry carefully, "...You-Know-Who hates betrayal the most."

"...It's conceivable." Harry said dryly, "However, he probably wouldn't have thought of why Snape was loyal to the Order of the Phoenix."

Hermione was also stimulated by that reason, and after digesting it for a while, she said: "...But, this is not the most important thing. As long as the mysterious man is sure that Snape chooses your life and his order, the matter is enough to understand .”

Harry nodded silently in agreement.

The two remained relatively silent for a while.

Harry asked hopelessly, "Do you have any good ideas?"

There was a subconscious shame in him, because at least it seemed that he should be the one with the good idea.But so far, his relationship with Voldemort has never been able to interfere with each other's principles.In a way, Harry didn't want to break that rapport.

Hermione seemed to be trying her best to avoid going in that direction, and it took a long time before she said, "We have to convince Dumbledore to get Snape out of the Death Eaters safely..."

Harry's lips twitched, but the words didn't come out.But Hermione seemed to understand what he was thinking, she nodded and said, "I've never heard of anyone quitting the Death Eaters 'alive', but..."

"But we've got to try," Harry finished for her.

The two looked at each other at the same time, and there was a tacit understanding in their eyes.

"One more thing." Harry said after changing the subject, "It's Hogsmeade Week again soon, and we have to go to the Muggle world again."

Hermione was slightly taken aback, then nodded nervously: "Then I have to hurry up and prepare. Last time I was too hasty, there was no time for anything..."

The preparation Hermione spoke of was a cloak cast with the Muggle Ignore Charm.When they were about to leave in the Room of Requirement, Harry asked in confusion, "Why do we need to use the Muggle Ignore Charm when we're looking for Muggles?"

"It's the same as your Invisibility Cloak," said Hermione, taking something out of the bag he had brought. "With this cloak, I can be invisible to Muggles."

"...but why are you picking out my things?" Harry asked blankly as she watched her emptying his schoolbag.

"No need for this," Hermione said, and began stuffing his things into the pockets of his cloak.Under Harry's gaze, her entire arm was stuffed in, and it turned out to be another interspatial bag inside!

"You... made another one?"

Hermione smiled shyly: "I wanted to do this last time, but I wasn't very skilled. This time I finally succeeded."

They were walking on the streets of Hogsmeade, with scattered snowflakes floating in the sky, both of them were wearing thick sweaters, and their mouths were always covered with white mist of breathing.Luckily, with Hermione's cloak pocket, Harry didn't need a backpack, and his Invisibility Cloak was still in it.

Christmas is coming soon, and some stores have already started selling Christmas products.When passing by the seasoning and joke shop, Hermione asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look? There are many new things this year."

Harry didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, but when he walked into the store, he realized that compared with previous years, there was a brand new cabinet in the store.It read: Muggle Modifications Zone.

Around the edge of the glass cabinet is a circle of small grape-like light bulbs, shining softly, and when people approach, they will extend their tentacles and gently circle them in.The light source at a close distance reflects everyone's face into a white, transparent, gentle and beautiful face.

There are a variety of Muggle transformations in the cupboard. Harry saw the memory development card used by Hermione. "...Harry really couldn't see what Muggle stuff this had to do with it.

"It should be transformed from a radio." Hermione took it out to study, and said to herself.Harry's eyes were already drawn to another locket marked "Spark Machine".It looks like an ordinary flip lighter, but when the lid is opened, the fire is not a real flame, but a "star flame" which is a common Christmas decorative flame.Turn it over once to shoot a cluster, automatically fly up, jump in mid-air, and float around.

Harry suddenly remembered that he had demonstrated this magic to Tom—although he wanted to bury these false memories in the grave because his identity was exposed at one time, but the Quidditch match not long ago reactivated them—at that time his face The look on his face was more alive than anything Harry had ever seen.

He bought a spark machine and put it in his pocket, thinking it might be a good Christmas present.

Hermione bought a self-blowing quill and put it in the infinity pocket.Then the two walked out of the shop and set off for Muggle London.

The place to go was a bit far this time, so Harry took his mobile phone and took a taxi.Hermione pulled the hood down, which would temporarily remove the cloak's Muggle-repelling spell.

The taxi drove all the way to the wealthy area of ​​Muggle London and stopped at the ruins of Roald's house.

"This place has been abandoned... Are you sure there is no problem?" the driver asked kindly.

One wall of the house was completely charred, and from the outside it looked horribly uninhabitable.

Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded with a smile: "No problem, thanks for reminding me."

The yard gate was sealed, Hermione put her hood back on, Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak, and the two used Levitation Charms to lure each other into the yard.

Harry took Hermione through the wildly overgrown weeds with ease. The scenery here still stimulated his memory vividly, and he had to take a deep breath to suppress his surging emotions.

"What the hell happened here?"

They walked through the broken French windows into the burnt and musty living room, Hermione couldn't help asking.

"The night I exposed my identity as a wizard." Harry squatted down, lifted the dark bricks on the ground, and said softly, "ruined this place."

Hermione walked up to the stairs, which were still intact, and inspected the half-burned mural.Still landscapes, modern decorative frames, a style that is definitely not found in the wizarding world.

"...I passed out at the time, and I don't know what happened afterwards." Harry stood up and walked towards the stairs, "I think something must have happened at that time that I don't know, maybe I can find clues here... because he The explanation is absolutely false."

Hermione followed Harry up to the second floor.

"Why so sure?"

"Because he said he handed over the dark wizard to the London police."

Hermione was stunned for a while before she realized it and let out a chuckle.

Harry pushed away the study room, and said jokingly, "Don't laugh, I told you that before."

"...Yeah." Hermione said incredulously, "It's really a bit false to hear this sentence now."

They searched the study and bedrooms on the second floor, but found no valuable clues.Instead, I once again saw how well Voldemort's disguise was in place.Hermione exclaimed, "There's even a dental record here... with Tom Roald's name written on it!"

"Now you know why I didn't find out who he really was," Harry said gloatingly.

Hermione nodded heartily. "If my parents hadn't been dentists, I wouldn't have known..."

They continued to search on the first floor, and searched all the clean places. In the end, Harry still didn't give up and plunged into the ruins.Hermione tried to use a cleansing spell, but finally held back and split up with him to search for treasures in the ruins.

"...this! Hermione!" Harry exclaimed excitedly under the fallen coffee table, "I found it!"

Hermione hurried over and saw Harry holding a black pistol in disgrace, studying which end was the handle, and her heart was about to jump out of fright: "Dangerous! Don't touch it!"

Harry was stopped, and Hermione squeezed the gun out of his hand and placed it on the ground in the middle.She has only glimpsed this kind of thing on the TV that her parents often watch, and she doesn't know how to use it in detail.

The two watched the pistol on the ground for a while, and Hermione said, "We need a Muggle who understands guns."

Harry remembered something: "I seem to have found a phone number for a shooting gallery just now... It's in the trash can in the study!"

"...You even turned over that one!"

Hermione stared dumbfounded at him as he ran upstairs quickly, then ran down with his phone in hand, and she and she spread out the post-it that said the phone number of the shooting gallery.Harry dialed the number above.

The one who answered the phone was a bright female voice: "Hello, this is the largest suburban shooting range in London 'Snow Flying Fox', a live ammunition shooting range with various types of firearms, online teaching by a sexy instructor—"

"That..." Harry said with a face full of shame, "I want to learn how to shoot a gun, how should I do it?"

"Are you alone or in a group?"

"Single person is fine..."

"From ten pounds per hour, at least ten class hours, and you have to bring your own guns."

"no problem……"

"Then make an appointment to come to the museum, baby!"

Harry felt inexplicable pressure: "Can you... make an appointment with me?"

"We don't provide 'door-to-door' service." The female voice replied with a smile.

"...Then tell me the address."

Harry surrendered.They took another taxi and rushed to the shooting range before dark. The woman on the phone was waiting at the door with a neat ponytail and handed Harry a business card.

Megan Hipler, first-class shooting instructor at Snowflying Fox Shooting Gym...Harry read this sentence, and gestured to Hermione, who was wearing a Muggle Ignore Charm hood, and the latter read softly: "excuse me."

A sleeping spell hit Megan.