The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Megan woke up on a sofa, and there was a complex smell of mold or stink in the air. Her head was groggy, and she wanted to fall off as if she had slept for a long time. Two strange young faces came together. On the top, as if studying the pimples she just popped out last night... God, she fell asleep without taking off her makeup!

Megan sat up in fright, hugged her face and looked in the mirror, "My face!"

"Calm down, Miss Hippler..." Hermione tried to hold her down, but Meghan, who seemed to be slender, was surprisingly strong and swung her away without much effort, "You, who are you? "

Harry had to draw his wand to prevent her from escaping.Embarrassedly explained: "We have no malicious intentions...really."

These words are not convincing, especially in front of a woman who has just been stunned to a strange place.

But Meghan saw Harry's wand, her eyes flickered, and then disappeared quickly.

"I...I believe in you." She swallowed and said tremblingly.

Harry himself was embarrassed: "Don't be like this, I really just want to ask you how to use the pistol..."

Megan asked pitifully: "Can you give me some hard work?"

As a hostage, she dared to ask the kidnapper for class fees, she was not without audacity.However, Harry and Hermione were not real kidnappers, so they felt ashamed when they were asked this question, and immediately assured: "Money is not a problem!"

Megan's eyes lit up, she straightened her waist immediately, and picked up the gun on the table: "This is it!"

After getting affirmation, she checked it a little bit, and said: "It's really old-fashioned... No wonder you don't know how to use it... Without insurance, there are still three bullets, and one is loaded... You are too big!"

Hermione and Harry stepped back a little subconsciously. Although they didn't quite understand it, they probably understood that it was in danger now.

"Miss Hippler, can you show us how to use it?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Megan glanced around and asked, "Where's the clip?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"Bullets, I mean are there any supplementary bullets?"

Harry and Hermione gave each other eye contact, but no one answered.

Megan: "..."

"There are three bullets in total, I will demonstrate one, and then each of you can learn it after one shot?" She said frantically, "The most talented shooter I have ever seen does not have this learning speed!"

Finally, Harry bit the bullet and said, "Well, don't leave us bullets, you can finish the demonstration by yourself."

Megan still felt it was inappropriate, but due to the situation, she had to agree.

Harry and Hermione huddled behind her, listening to her brief explanation and watching her aim her gun at the mural on the wall.Following three loud bangs, the crumbling mural in the living room finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground with a click, stirring up a cloud of dust.

As a first-level instructor in the shooting gallery, Megan's explanations are very good and easy to understand, especially this is not the first time she has taught these wizards and supermen who have no common sense. In a few words, Harry and Hermione understood the meaning of guns. usage and power.

There is no way to learn the knowledge and skills that you don't know by using the soul-hunting, so Harry and Hermione have no choice but to do this.Obviously she was a kidnapper, but she was taught to be submissive by her own meat ticket. In the end, Harry shamefully called a taxi to take her back.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Hippler."

"Thank you for your teaching."

The two Gryffindors escorted her into the car and thanked her.

Megan waved her hand generously: "You're welcome, just call me Megan! Please visit Snow Flying Fox and remember to call my name!"

"Okay, okay." Harry hurriedly took it, ready to help her solicit customers... It just so happens that Tom is the ready-made candidate?Thinking of this, he suddenly pressed the car window and asked, "By the way, Megan, have you ever taught a client named Tom Roald?"

Megan's expression remained unchanged, and she said with a smile: "I have taught too many clients, and I can't remember them. However, if you really want to know, I can go back and check for you."

Harry only hesitated for a moment, and soon smiled as usual: "Okay, that's troublesome. If you find out, please call me."

Megan promised vowingly, and exchanged mobile phone numbers with Harry.

Sending away the difficult meat ticket, the two packed their things and returned to Hogwarts.

"This Megan...is really interesting." Harry murmured thoughtfully as he walked on the road.

Hermione echoed: "That's right, most people won't be so calm when they are kidnapped."

"More than that..." said Harry, "she never asked me what the wand I showed was."

Hermione stopped subconsciously: "She has a problem?!"

Harry signaled her to be calm: "It's not sure, after all, we didn't use any magic, maybe she just didn't dare to ask."

Hermione bit her finger, agreeing with Harry's thoughts.

"Anyway, wait for the call... If it doesn't work, we will take the initiative to find her next time."

Their conversation turned to this harvest.

"I didn't expect... Tom's talk about defeating wizards with pistols is really not a nonsense."

"But it doesn't mean he didn't lie." Hermione pointed out sharply, "The total ammunition capacity is 7+1, and there are 3+1 left, which means that he used up to four bullets. Before you passed out, he He shot more than once, according to the minimum two shots, after you passed out, he only used two bullets to subdue the black wizard wearing the invisibility cloak, how is this possible?"

Harry sighed, "I'm even less convinced he'd choose a gun over a wand when he didn't have to."

"So, he did defeat the Dark Wizard with magic," Hermione concluded.

Harry was silent for a while.He thought more, for example, the whereabouts of the dark wizard.They hadn't found anything like bones in the ruins, but was it really possible that Voldemort might have spared the man who had wounded him?Will it be buried in the yard?still……

He took a deep breath, stopped going on, and turned to think about more thought-provoking phenomena.

Before he arrived at Roald House, Voldemort had already encountered the Dark Wizard, but he really had no memory of him using magic.If he hadn't been too hasty to ignore something, then he was really fighting a dangerous dark wizard with pure Muggle weapons... What does this mean?

Objectively speaking, his need to conceal his identity was more important than safety.

Why on earth... can you do this to conceal your identity?

There was a timid answer in Harry's mind, not daring to put his head up.

A grim voice told him it was impossible.

Thinking back carefully, Voldemort's attitude was not panicked the day he discovered his identity, and he didn't even reveal his accident.

If it weren't for the fact that it was Dumbledore who made him discover the truth, Harry would almost suspect that even this step was planned by the other party.But if it wasn't premeditated, why can he be so calm?Is concealing one's identity suddenly unimportant?

The more Harry thought about it, the more confused he became. Many clues seemed to be unrevealed, tangled together, and his brain hurt.

He probably needs a Pensieve right now.

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The ruins of the Rawold House seemed to be finally remembered recently, and two more uninvited guests were ushered in.

Two women in dark dresses got off the black car, and the one with black curly long hair stared at the surname on the house number with a slightly frenzied expression.

"Royald's house...is this here?"

The person behind her said easily: "That's right. I've inquired about it. This place was abandoned half a year ago, and no one has been here except for the pair of little supermen."

Bella nodded, took a deep breath, turned around and grabbed Megan's shoulder, and said, "Get ready."

"Wait--"

Before she could protest, she was enveloped by a burst of pressure that seemed to be able to squeeze her chest into a pancake. The next second, they appeared in the messy living room.

"—I can turn it in myself—vomit!"

Megan barely finished complaining, leaning on the sofa to retch.

"You... the way Superman moves... it's disgusting!"

Bella patted her on the back perfunctorily as a consolation, but she was thrown away angrily, but she didn't care, her eyes swept over the interior decoration, followed the dilapidated living room, walked up the stairs, all the way to the study on the second floor And bedrooms... bedrooms!

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and she rushed upstairs in a few steps, and opened the door carefully, as if she was afraid of disturbing some fragile existence.

Megan stayed downstairs for a while, but she didn't see Bella coming down, so she had to go up to care for her comrades on her own.

"Couldn't you be too excited and have a heart attack..." She muttered, pushing through the doors one by one to search, and sure enough, she found a mass of chrysalis lying on the bed in a bedroom.

"Hey... are you dead?" She walked over and poked worriedly.

Bella was wrapped in a quilt, lying face down on the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't bother me."

Megan's expression suddenly turned creepy: "Aren't you feeling the non-existent bodily... body fragrance left by others? Right?" She rubbed the goosebumps all over her body, shook her head, and said, "Idiot... What an idiot! God, you must never let others know!"

"Shut up!" Bella's voice was a little annoyed, but she still refused to come out of the quilt, "No one will know unless you tell me!"

"...It's not that you said that Superman can read minds...forget it, I'll wait for you below..." Megan left the room with a sigh, muttering, "How could I have such a shameful friend? An old virgin who has been with..."

I don't know how long it took, Megan was about to grow hair in the living room, and Bella finally came downstairs, her dress was neat, her hair was exquisite, her face was as radiant as when she came, and it was impossible to see how terrible the idiotic behavior was.

"...You look like a dog." Megan complained.

Bella gave her a slap in the face, but she was in such a good mood that it had no deterrent effect.Megan rolled her eyes and asked leisurely, "How about it, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Bella sat aside and became serious: "What's going on? You met another pair of young wizards and wizards?"

Megan smiled smugly: "Yes, they caught me to ask how to use a gun. The boy with glasses was threatening me with a wand, but I deflected it wittyly. His name is Harry Potter, I guess Your enemy, isn't it?"

Bella was terrified and couldn't believe the name she heard from Megan.

Megan admired her shocked expression, and cheerfully cast a heavier pistol.

"I also got his cell phone number."