The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Bella's shock and doubts were put aside for now, another Death Eater in Hogwarts was experiencing painful mental torture.

The windows of the Potions Office were closed all year round, keeping the Christmas atmosphere firmly out of the house in the wind and snow.Christmas bells sang everywhere, and mistletoe grew along the castle walls except here.

Voldemort walked out of the laboratory gloomyly, and Snape followed behind with his head bowed.The two of them came to the desk without saying a word. On it were the recently accumulated experimental reports, and Voldemort threw the latest stack on it.

"Tell me, Severus," he suppressed his anger, "how many times did you fail in total?"

"...280 seven times," Snape said, taking a deep breath, trembling slightly, "Master..."

Voldemort did not speak, his cold eyes were the same color as blood, revealing a silent oppression.

The temperature in the room seemed to be cooler.Snape almost thought that his breath was going to atomize white water vapor.

Snape had hardly stepped out of the Potions Office since the experiments began.Sleeping only four hours a day, eating simple energy meals, staying at the experimental table without sleep, brewing potions, processing experimental materials, conditioning the state of the newt, spawning blood newts, creating magic traction conditions, and monitoring the experimental process , Recording the experimental data in detail... If it wasn't for the Dark Lord's participation and leadership in analyzing the data and summarizing and adjusting the direction of the experiment, he would have died of sudden overwork in the laboratory.

Except for Palis delivering meals once a day, only when the Dark Lord came to discuss the results of the experiment, he could leave the experiment table for a while.

At first, the Dark Lord would allow him to perform a little bit of duties as a Hogwarts employee, showing up on campus regularly to maintain order, and reporting to the headmaster in private... Ever since Harry's visit, his experimental arrangements have been almost the same as before. Dead piled up, even if the sleep time is compressed, it cannot be completed smoothly.Unlike when he was oppressing himself, when the Dark Lord made a move, he had absolutely no room to breathe.That kind of intensity is almost suspected to have been carefully calculated, not enough to completely destroy him, but just completing the assigned experimental tasks is already exhausting, and there is no room for thinking at all.

"I'm sorry, Master..." Snape opened and closed his bloodless lips, breathing weakly, "Blood species, wolf's poison, blood poison, temperature, air pressure...all the variables that can be tried have been crossed in a single step. The experiment...but the result...was terrible...no success...I, I really can't figure out how to continue..." He begged with a rare lack of confidence, "maybe...please, let me take a day off... My brain is probably not bright enough now..."

If the endless experiments drained his energy, the endless failures dampened his energy.If it wasn't for reporting to the Dark Lord, he didn't even want to count how many times he had failed.Since receiving the mission of Squib Potion last semester, countless failures have made him completely forget what it feels like to be successful.Perhaps he was always doomed to be accompanied by failure, from birth to death, the whole life, the whole destiny.

"no problem."

said Voldemort suddenly.Almost startled, Snape took a step back.

"I checked, and there is nothing wrong with the experiment you did."

He said indifferently, that sure tone as if what he said must be the truth.

After this short and somewhat impatient announcement, he sank into thought, as if what Snape had said was completely insignificant.

But for some reason, Snape's shaking stopped suddenly.My brain suddenly became empty, as if I had finally found a field to rest, lay down slowly and lazily, and relaxed silently.

The empty gaze that has been suppressed all year round has almost become a little dull.

Voldemort's brain was running at full speed on the high-speed thinking highway.

Unlike Snape, who only looked at the peak outside the mountain, he stood on the top of the essence of the blood magic experiment and was able to see more of the whole picture.Although the failure of the experiment also made him very annoyed, it was not completely unexpected. He could more or less infer that these experimental methods were still far from the core.

Putting an end to Snape's deep thinking time, completely leading him by the nose, only allowing him to enter corners and corners, to help eliminate some wrong inferences, this is the essence of the task assigned to him.

In fact, Voldemort had been running his own experiments alone.

What is really important is the core experiment involving blood, magic power, time, and... the soul.

Unbeknownst to Snape, his failure statistics had saved the Dark Lord a lot of time.In terms of effect, it is even satisfactory.

Voldemort didn't intend to make it easy for him, and it happened that this process led him to discover a good way of punishment.

"...What needs to be changed is the experimental thinking."

He sat behind Snape's desk, tapped a few summary sheets, and said thoughtfully.

But the owner of the desk could only stand opposite, trying to gather up some slack spirit, ready to listen carefully.

But Voldemort picked up the quill and began to sketch on the parchment.The sense of experience tells him that these data will definitely discover some new tricks...

Snape was distracted for a while—he was rarely so careless, but he was so tired right now that he could almost fall asleep standing up—and when he came back to his senses, he found that the paper was full of unreadable digital manuscripts.

He frowned slightly, trying to understand the Dark Lord's train of thought.Seeing the simplification, aggregation, and rearrangement of those clueless numbers, his brows became tighter and tighter, but his brain suddenly woke up, and he had an intuitive guess.

"...Interesting, isn't it?" Voldemort was also somewhat unexpected, and said in a good mood facing his own analysis results.

"...unbelievable..." Snape murmured.

The two of them were like playing a riddle, and each fell into the same accident.

There was no other reason. Voldemort was engaged in unraveling the cocoons from the experimental data of all sizes, conducted complex and in-depth screening, and obtained several sets of incredible data.

The mutation rate of some wolfbane decreased abnormally after the blood test.

"...perhaps it's not the Squib Potion you should be making," said Voldemort playfully, "but the Wolfsbane Potion."

Snape's eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't answer.

The formula of Wolf's Poison has been improved for many years, and the effect has stabilized, but it still cannot really change the transformation of the werewolf on the night of the full moon.If the mutation rate of wolfsbane can be suppressed by potion, then werewolves in the wizarding world will be healed like never before.

Even though neither Voldemort nor Snape are the type to care about human well-being, this unexpected and huge gain is motivating enough.In particular, Snape had a wealth of experience in brewing Wolfsbane's potion. Once his mind was opened, he quickly came up with more than a dozen possible improved formulas.This time there was no need for Voldemort to force him, he immediately threw himself into a new round of experimental design process without sleeping and eating, and spent day and night reluctantly.

You can sit back and enjoy the benefits, Voldemort will not stop him, he only ordered Palis to check the post regularly, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the final research on Muggle days.

His situation is too special, and there are almost no subjects for experimental reference.You can only design all possible comparison schemes, check them one by one, and finally find the one that must be verified on yourself.

very dangerous.unprecedented.

But people always need to do this kind of thing if they want to achieve great things.

He has a lot of experience.

Their simultaneous disappearance inevitably caught Harry's attention.He stopped Hermione at the library door and wanted to discuss it with her, but the latter gave her a serious warning first.

"Don't eat any food that anyone gives you, including drinks and water." She said angrily, "I just heard in the bathroom that they were discussing their plan to give the boy they like a love potion...I swear there are several crushes in it Your girl's voice."

Harry was taken aback, he didn't know anyone who had a crush on him, and from Hermione's tone, there was more than one... He couldn't help asking, "What about Tom?"

Hermione's expression seemed to be swallowing a piece of dry bread, unable to swallow it down: "What, what?"

Suddenly a group of green shadows came, Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and dodged skillfully.

The shadow fell to the ground, a clump of mistletoe.A group of disappointed sighs came from not far away.Rumor has it that two people standing under the mistletoe must kiss.

Hermione turned her head angrily and asked loudly, "Who threw it!"

"Forget it." Harry was used to the mistletoe attack from all directions, and his ability to alert and dodge was so good that he didn't care much about it anymore. "I mean, no one wanted Tom's attention? They would Die horribly."

"I...I don't know..." Hermione stammered.

In fact, the answer on her face was yes.

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose under the frame with a headache, and finally sighed: "It's a good thing he disappeared recently."

Hermione nodded nervously, as if she didn't know whether to be thankful or not.If the Dark Lord wasn't at Hogwarts, it meant trouble elsewhere... Her conscience was having trouble congratulating herself.

"And Snape..." said Harry. "Yesterday, even Dumbledore was at the dinner table. But Snape hasn't been there. I'm worried..."

"Since Dumbledore has no special reaction, I don't think there is any need to worry about his life." Hermione analyzed cautiously, "However, we can confirm it."

On their way to the potions office together, they ran into Ron by accident.Out of a strange sense of guilt, Harry and Hermione stopped at the same time, and even separated a little distance at the same time.

"Uh, Ron, I thought you were going back to the dormitory." Harry greeted awkwardly.

Ron gave Hermione a complicated look, and said stiffly, "No one asked me to eat, can I find something to eat myself?"

Harry had actually been invited to eat by Ginny and Dean along the way, but he didn't think Ron would like that explanation.Hermione seemed determined to be a dumb statue, staring down at the floor beneath Ron's feet.Her schedule was the busiest of them all, and Harry thought she probably hadn't eaten—

"That's—!" At this moment, Ron saw the mistletoe that Harry had just dodged once again, raised his eyebrows, and stared at the two of them.

"No! I dodged it!" Harry interrupted quickly before his thoughts formed, and pushed Hermione, "Hermione didn't eat, so hurry up and go together."

"Wait...!" Hermione stumbled unexpectedly, and after standing still, Harry had already put on the invisibility cloak while running, and completely disappeared.She and Ron looked at each other silently, and walked towards the back kitchen of Hogwarts without saying a word.

"...I brought them socks," Ron muttered under his breath.

Hermione froze for a moment, Ron had already scratched out the handle on the mural, pushed the door and walked in.