The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"Are you sure you're not going to the Burrow for Christmas?"

In the common room, after hearing the news, Ginny asked worriedly.

"Ron and Hermione will both come, and you're the only one at school."

"How?" Harry said optimistically, "Parvati, Seamus, and many others also stayed in school, didn't they?"

"Yeah." Ginny's eyebrows could not be completely stretched, and she still looked slightly worried, "It's just... George and Fred just wrote to remind you, and Mom also said to sew it up for you." New sweater..."

"Ah..." Harry rubbed his nose and said helplessly, "Thank them for me."

Ginny stared at him blankly for a while, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate him, and she seemed unable to let go.

Harry added: "I'll send everyone presents."

"...I'm looking forward to it." Ginny's eyes flickered slightly.

Hermione called Harry's name not far away and ran up to them.

"Why are you here?" she asked Harry, but her eyes turned to Ginny halfway. "Dean is looking for you."

Ginny nodded, smiled without haze again, waved to Harry and left.

Hermione watched her until she disappeared, and then dragged Harry to the Room of Requirement.

It was the tea room last time. The difference was that this time there was a machine similar to the one in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the coffee table.Harry's eyes stopped on it, but Hermione couldn't wait to ask: "Have you thought about it, Harry? How to convince Dumbledore?"

Although they confirmed Snape's position, they never came up with a reason to convince Dumbledore, especially now that Snape is still safe and sound... Maybe it's not accurate to say that he was essentially imprisoned in an unobvious way , but still not enough of a reason to quit the Death Eaters.

If they didn't rely on Harry's intuition, they really had no solid reason but secretly anxious.

"Not yet." Harry said uncertainly, "I think after a while, if Snape has been under house arrest and unable to deliver news, then there is little point in being a spy, and then the question of his safety will be raised , maybe Dumbledore will seriously consider it."

Hermione thought for a while, and there was really no other way, she could only wait now.

"So, Christmas..." Hermione hesitated.

Harry understood what she wanted to ask, "It's what you think, Tom wants me to stay."

"Oh." Hermione looked away in embarrassment, "Well...then I wish you a Merry Christmas."

Harry smiled: "Merry Christmas." He added, "Tomorrow I will set off with you, and go to the Muggle world before Christmas."

"Are you alone?" Hermione looked worried.

Harry said, "Okay, Hermione. Remember our agreement?"

As early as when he first decided to investigate the Muggle world, Harry made an agreement in advance that Hermione could not continue to follow the investigation if necessary, in order to avoid the risk of being discovered by Voldemort.

And where Harry was going this time, Hermione could no longer follow him.

Hermione was very reluctant, but Harry was determined, so she had no choice but to exhort and leave him her magic ribbon.

"Even if you can only scream, it's good to have one more voice for help." Hermione said seriously, as if Harry was going to some dark magic stronghold instead of the magic-free Muggle world.

Harry accepted it with some amusement, and his eyes fell on the machine on the coffee table unconsciously.

After finishing the serious topic, Hermione was in the mood to introduce it.

"This is a full-category tea drinking machine. I'm planning to buy one. I can check here first to see if it works."

Harry hesitated and said, "Not bad."

Hermione gave him a surprised look.Harry cleared his throat without embarrassment, "I saw it at Tom's. The way he always uses."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"This is... this is a Muggle, a Muggle transformation, but... it's still a Muggle thing..."

She stammered to express her incomprehension.

"Mysterious Man is... the greatest pure-blood, right?"

"Yeah," said Harry quietly. "He still has a property in the Muggle world."

... After a moment of silence, Hermione still couldn't refute.

That night, Harry had the last dinner before the holiday in the auditorium, and many couples stuck together, cherishing the last little time together before the holiday.Dean and Ginny sat together, ignoring Ron's foul face, and Ginny even handed her boyfriend a glass of juice.

Harry looked over at the staff table, which seemed deserted even at this moment.Dumbledore came and went in a hurry, Voldemort never showed up, Snape was still imprisoned, and Professor McGonagall looked so heavy that he couldn't eat...Unknowingly, the atmosphere there changed dramatically, and Students are still in the dark.

He didn't know what he was expecting, maybe not just the presence of some people, looking at each other across the table and the crowd.

The next day, as the students left Hogwarts, Harry took to the streets of Hogsmeade.

He had his mobile phone in his pocket, and he sent a message to Voldemort specifically.

[You can use this to contact me. ]

Then he activated the drift door key.

The place of arrival is the high-end Muggle London apartment bound long ago.

The living room was quiet, snowflakes drifted through the wide French windows, and the frozen snow scene spread at the foot of the 22-story tall building, both grand and tiny.

The white square sofa seems to be formed by the accumulation of heavy snow in the room, and it is also like a huge sugar cube, embedded in the classical furniture, which is particularly eye-catching.

They often come here to meet up until school starts.Knowing that it could still be used by Voldemort, Harry felt nervous about sneaking in.

Turning around in the living room, it was no different from the memory, and then entered the bedroom, slowly rummaging through the boxes, searching for possible clues.In the end he collapsed on the bed, lost in memory without finding anything.

After their identities were exposed, they still met here. In the past, he was simply relieved, but after calming down and thinking about it, is there any hidden reason for this?After all, Hermione was right, Voldemort was the greatest pure-blood.His distaste for Muggles was never fake, Harry could feel it even in the Muggle world.

Harry went to the study again. Like the living room and the bedroom, it was spotless everywhere, and it seemed that it had been cleaned and maintained so far.Harry simply sat down at the coffee table to rest, recalling while waiting, ready to wait and see who was cleaning.

After Voldemort's identity was exposed, he learned the identity of his Horcrux here.

Harry closed his eyes and sorted out the memories in his mind over and over again. Without a pensieve, he could use this method to clarify those details that were easily overlooked.

——Why didn't you kill me?

——In the beginning, I was indeed often tempted by this idea...

—was suffering from the aftereffects of a magical experiment...

——It’s not so convenient to shoot... I missed the first few opportunities...

——I noticed a secret in you and changed my mind forever...

There is no doubt that he did try to kill him, and more than once...

Harry thought calmly that this fact was even more reassuring than their first meeting hadn't been planned for a long time.

But... what is his vague magic experiment?What are the sequelae?

Harry suddenly realized that the real key to this passage was after he discovered the secret of his Horcrux that wanted to kill him.In other words, what prevented him from making a move in the first place was the sequelae that made it inconvenient for him to make a move!

Voldemort deliberately blurred these few words, and used the Horcrux to attract his attention, causing him to fail to immediately react to the important information hidden behind it, and then he was shocked by the truth of the Horcrux, and he was unable to think deeply about this seemingly ordinary story. The opening remark of ...... So I just missed it.

No wonder... no wonder he always felt that something was wrong that day, and he couldn't tell...

The effect of all this was definitely created intentionally by Voldemort.

Unknowingly, Harry grasped the arm of the sofa, and his brain quickly analyzed that it would not be difficult to kill him, especially when he was unaware, all he needed was a clean Killing Curse.

But Voldemort was too inconvenient to cast one of his best killing curses on him? ...What is the sequelae of the magical experiment... Has it been cured now?Could Snape's magical experiments have anything to do with it?Blood activity, viscosity...Speaking of which, he did bleed during the battle with the dark wizard, but he didn't feel anything abnormal...Is the temperature...related to the weather?It was spring...the magic reaction...he was sure now that Voldemort really wasn't using magic, before he got there...

As if standing in a sea of ​​chaotic clues, Harry vaguely felt that something was about to connect them and outline a huge and shocking glacier of truth, but there was something cloudy and misty that covered them up in pieces and prevented him from Build a panorama.

There is another crucial question.

If this passage is not a lie, why did Voldemort reveal it to him?

Even if the focus was intentionally blurred, Harry would no doubt recall it afterward - like now - adding to the suspicion.It is obviously enough to just talk about the Horcrux itself, why bother?

A pleasant bell rang, and Harry's contemplation was interrupted by the doorbell.

He stood up from the sofa at once, took out the invisibility cloak and walked towards the door, wanting to know who it was.

Since he rang the doorbell, that meant it wasn't Voldemort...

The doorbell rang three times regularly, and the elevator started to go up.Harry knew that this was someone who had passed through the gate by himself, and the elevator would go straight to the 22nd floor.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the elevator's indicator light came on and the elevator door opened.

"Excuse me." The person said.Harry was startled, and stuck against the wall, not daring to move at all, even holding his breath.

And what came out...was a cleaning lady.

Carrying a professional cleaning tool on her back, she said that sentence like a routine, then began to take out the shoe covers and sleeves, and started working with strict equipment.

Harry took off his invisibility cloak and appeared in front of the female worker without a sound: "Hello."

"...Ahhhh-!"

Harry took a step ahead and covered his ears with satisfaction, blocking out the frightened screams of the female worker.