The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The appearance of Voldemort was not without horror, and Harry almost cried out.Fortunately, his heart was captured by his gaze first, and it hit his chest in a panic.

The bright red eyes were still a little loose, and he reached out to caress the top of Harry's head, peeled that head out of the hood of the short-acting invisibility cloak, and looked at him, gradually becoming deeper.

Gudong sound.Harry thought it was the sound of the heart falling out of his body, but it turned out that Hermione slammed into the door panel in shock, and the hood of her short-lived invisibility cloak was blown off by the silent spell.

The two heads hanging in mid-air looked at each other dumbfounded, wanting to laugh but not daring.

"Harry."

Voldemort said his name slowly, with a hint of displeasure, like pulling a lead, drawing Harry's attention back irresistibly.

"Uh, huh?" Harry's eyes flicked back and forth between him and Hermione, as if he didn't know which to look at.

Hermione only dared to observe the mysterious man from the corner of her eye, but it was enough for her to notice something. Her whole body trembled, her body stiffened and she retreated slightly, looking at Harry in fear.

"H, Hermione..." Harry swallowed, a little nervous for some reason.

Hermione felt that she couldn't explain clearly, looked at Harry with a pleading look, and shook her head at him very slightly——

Don't look at her.

Relying on years of tacit understanding, Harry received the signal very well, bit the bullet, and finally stopped his eyes on the face that attracted him in the first place—it was showing signs of danger.

"Sometimes your relationship with your friends is doubtful," Voldemort commented dryly.Although his right ear is still connected to the end of the retractable ear, it looks a little weird and funny.

Harry felt Hermione step back a little further.

"...you and your Death Eaters are no better," he murmured.Thinking secretly about how to take out the stretch ear from his ear, the door behind him suddenly opened.

Palis and Draco felt the burning of the Dark Mark, and came to open the door frightened.

It has to be said that the scene at the door made them lose their three souls and seven souls in an instant, and their legs were almost so weak that they couldn't stand up.

"Lord—" Paris' conditioned reflex was stopped by Voldemort's eyes, and he forcibly changed his words, "R—Professor Riddle...why are you here?"

Given that everyone present was well aware of his identity, this failed concealment was actually harmless. Voldemort didn't bother with him, took the stretch ear from his ear, and threw it to him in the air.

"You need to be more alert."

Palis caught the retractable ear and pulled the other end out along the string. Seeing its shape, he had already guessed it in his heart, and his face turned blue involuntarily.

"...Thank you..." He spoke with difficulty, and it took him a while to find the right words, "Remind..."

Hermione suddenly felt that the retractable ear on her ear became hot, and it seemed that it was unlikely to be quietly put away without being noticed... But she still couldn't help shrinking her fingers and wanted to keep the end that fell on the ground calm scoop up...

Voldemort glanced at her, and landed on Draco who shrank aside and dared not speak, and said a few words: "Learn."

"Yes..." Draco replied obediently, although he wasn't quite sure who to learn from.But now he didn't even dare to breathe, don't even think about him making any noise on his own initiative.

Hermione didn't dare to move when she received half of the thread, and the mysterious man's penetrating gaze swept over her, making her want to move a little further into the shadows.

In the end, she could only stare confusedly at the floor of the corridor, thinking in a daze, what is this doing?Accidentally encountered the scene of the Death Eater trial?Should she take notes?

"Miss Granger looks very bad." Voldemort squinted at her, then said to the blond Slytherin at the door, "I thought you wouldn't mind taking your classmate to the hospital wing, Draco?"

"Of course, I'd love to..."

Draco carefully walked around where Harry and Voldemort were, and tugged at what was probably Hermione's sleeve in a low-key way, suggesting that she follow suit.Hermione hesitated for a moment, and left in a mess until she received Harry's comforting gaze.

The Dark Lord's gaze finally came to Palis, who already had a premonition...

"Close your door."

really.

The last extra was also cleared away, and now only the Dark Lord and the Savior stood in the hallway.

The corridor lights on the wall were all off. In order to prevent Dumbledore's prying eyes, this corridor had been cursed with no lighting. At this time, it was dark and gloomy, with the outlines of the two people vaguely drawn.

Voldemort turned and walked towards his office, only to find that Harry's figure was still in place, tilting his head a little dissatisfied, and added: "Follow."

Even though the light was so dim that he could only see the general outline, Harry's fair face was very clear. He almost rolled his green eyes when he saw the right pair of green eyes, and then followed obediently.

When he opened the door and entered, he also heard the savior muttering rather displeasedly: "If you want me to join you, you should invite me."

He turned his head, and Harry stayed where he was, as if he hadn't expected him to hear clearly, eyeing him warily.

"...Please come in." He emphasized emphatically.

After staying there for two seconds, Harry's impatience was eased a little by a smile on his face.

This was the number of times Harry had visited Voldemort's Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

The style of the Dark Lord himself is completely different from that of his subordinates. Except for the piles of documents and books, it is rare to see those complicated and gorgeous decorations and utensils—not to say that there are no, but they are usually not so conspicuous. People in the know know a thing or two, and Harry is clearly not one of them.

They sat down in front of a group of sofas in front of their desks. On the tea table, glass blocks filled with different types of tea and coffee slowly rotated. As long as they were pressed down with their hands, they would automatically fall into the black machine below.Tom casually removed a coffee grid, and within a minute, a cup of hot espresso was freshly baked from the black machine underneath.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Uh... black tea?" Harry quickly comprehended the question and answered casually.Once again, I saw his beautiful fingers remove a black glass lattice, and then took an empty teacup beside him and put it in.

Never had one before, Harry was sure, and this was the first time he'd seen the whole weird machine.But the curiosity was overshadowed by the familiarity of the other party handing over the tea. This scene definitely happened somewhere...and more than once.

He sipped the black tea unconsciously, and finally understood where the sense of familiarity came from.

In Roald's home—whether it's a small villa in a wealthy area or a high-end apartment in a business district, their dates always start with such a scene.

This seemed to represent the beginning of an ordinary date, and Harry relaxed, and his eyes began to wander dishonestly from the neck down, wondering why his clothes were always so baggy and not showing a trace of skin, a complete waste of a good place figure.

But wait...Harry calmed down a little, noticed the silence the other party had kept since entering the door, and quietly reflected. Did the eavesdropping he was caught just now... make him angry?

But Harry really didn't hear anything useful. Besides, isn't it only natural for the Savior to seek information about the Death Eaters?He didn't even try to peek at the official documents on his desk that were overflowing!

Voldemort finally spoke out when Harry's mood gradually took the road of righteous indignation.

"Christmas vacation... what are your plans?"

As he said this, he paused suspiciously, seemingly annoyed.

Harry froze, "What, arrangement?"

He suddenly remembered that Mrs. Weasley had booked him to go back to the Burrow with Ron and Hermione for Christmas during the summer vacation, and the twins had sent a letter to him to emphasize this matter a few weeks earlier, claiming to make money The first pot of gold they got was handed over to him, the major shareholder, and they had already earned nearly a hundred barrels.

But Harry didn't expect him to take the initiative to ask this, could it be... He suppressed the snicker in his throat, and said knowingly, "Do you want me to stay in school?"

Voldemort asked sharply, "The Weasleys?"

Harry froze slightly. Is this guy in Remembrance again?He quickly turned his mind to the all-pervasive Christmas decorations, especially the entangled mistletoe-he now had to avoid not only the sudden death, but also the girls huddled under the mistletoe and waited for the rabbit.

Seeing his expression, Voldemort already understood. He snorted coldly and cursed vaguely in a low voice, like "who else?", but he didn't say it after all, but took a few sips of strong coffee with a sullen face.

There was something cute about him sipping sullenly on the couch, and Harry's head began to crawl uncontrollably past him again.

"You know..." Harry simply stood up, leaning on the sofa with one hand, and approached his boyfriend who was exuding an unpleasant smell at a rare angle, "As long as you say you want, I will stay."

Voldemort stared at his smiling face, the coffee still steaming in his hand.

"Today?" He deliberately misinterpreted and asked, the gloom in his eyes had already begun to melt, "Or Christmas?"

Harry snatched the coffee that was in the way from his hand, put it on the coffee table behind him without looking at it, and sat on it by himself, the free hand pinched his waist kindly, and the other hand was in Harry's hand. Leigh grabbed his hair the moment he said the answer, pulled him down and kissed him deeply.

What Harry said was, "Anytime you want."

Anytime you want.