The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Bellatrix was reporting to the Dark Lord on the situation in Azkaban when Nagini crawled in from behind the bookshelf.

The hissing sound echoed darkly across the room, and the Dark Lord turned his attention to the pet.Bellatrix voluntarily stopped to report.Her master was communicating with the pet about something, and years of experience had made her judge that the Dark Lord was more serious about that.

[The phone vibrated. 】

Nagini cut to the chase when he came in.

【at this time? 】Voldemort was a little surprised, 【I thought it would be a little later, it seems that he is smarter than expected...】

Nagini was not interested in his speculation, and climbed onto his shoulder to complain, [I was startled, I was about to fall asleep. 】

Voldemort stroked her triangular head, [Well done, Nagini. 】He stood up from his seat and said to the witch who was waiting for instructions, "There are more important things now, Bella."

Bella looked down.Voldemort walked past her. "The rest will be discussed another day."

Many places in the wizarding world have special magnetic fields, which make Muggle electrical appliances unusable.So Voldemort specially transformed a room to use Muggle mobile phones.Normally, he was busy with affairs, so Nagini would be on guard in case Harry called at any time.

According to Voldemort's estimation, it should take nearly a month for Harry to find out how to use the mobile phone at Hogwarts-it's not difficult, just need a small magic to correct the magnetic field-but he didn't expect Harry to completely Instead of researching why Hogwarts couldn't receive the signal, he went directly to the Muggle world to call him.

Well, considering that the savior was so careless that he didn't even take the charging cable from the gift box, this result can't be considered unexpected... At least he was lucky enough to meet a helpful hotel front desk?

Voldemort was skeptical about the secrets behind his enthusiasm, but the savior's natural luck has always been contrary to common sense.Then he realized that the savior was alone in the lobby of an unknown hotel in the Muggle world. If it had been different before, he would have immediately set off to apparate and take the opportunity to kill the lonely savior.

But now, he had to pretend to be a Muggle and go to a private mansion to fall in love with the savior.

What a great love.

He could hardly contain his sarcastic snort.

If Dumbledore knew about it, he'd wake up laughing from his mountain of sweets.

Hanging up the phone, Voldemort walked out of the room with the phone in hand, and Apparated silently and disappeared.

God knows he just wanted the savior to get the damn charging cable, but he blurted out asking him to meet at the house!

Reappearing, he had transformed into his own Muggle form.Looking around at the well-arranged bedroom, he walked straight into the cloakroom without delay.A dozen identical shirts and trousers were lined up in a row. Voldemort picked up the most convenient one and changed into it, apparating to the study room non-stop.

The study room is full of Muggle tomes on science and technology, economics, politics, history, etc., and on the table are various financial statements and contract agreements for pretending to work.While Voldemort took out his mobile phone to call the driver, he took out a few documents, glanced at them, and walked behind the desk and sat down.

After he finished explaining the location of James' pick-up, he already had a good idea of ​​the return on investment in real estate in major cities in North America.The whole process only took 5 minutes.

James' efficiency is also very high. He is already on full-time standby at any time, and leaves immediately as soon as he receives an order.The black limousine soon stopped in front of the hotel where Harry was.

Before Harry finished his cup of black tea, he saw the familiar car, quickly packed up the charging cable, and returned it to the hotel.Then he followed James in black and got into the co-pilot.

The car drove to the suburbs, and the atmosphere in the car was unusually silent.Harry knew James' temper last time, so he didn't forcefully find a topic, but felt that this quietness was a bit rare.

Looking at the flow of people outside the car window, Harry suddenly hoped that the person driving was Tom.

In such a confined space, there are only him and Tom...

"James, can Tom drive?" Harry asked suddenly.

The driver didn't seem to expect Harry to ask him a question, and paused for a moment before saying, "I don't know, the boss never drives."

Harry asked strangely, "Why?" He knew that Aunt Petunia couldn't drive, so Uncle Vernon drove every time.

Instead, James gave him a strange look: "The big bosses all have drivers, so they don't need to drive themselves."

"But... aren't you going to be okay? Well, like a family wedding or something..." Harry tried to convince him, "There will always be times when he needs to drive himself?"

James said: "The boss is not the only one who can drive."

"Uh..." Harry murmured reluctantly, choking, "well... anyway, he just doesn't drive himself..."

He thought disappointedly that the space for two in the car was impossible.

They stopped talking, James concentrated on driving, and soon arrived at Tom's villa.

Before getting out of the car, Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said to him, "Teach me to drive, James!"

James almost stopped the car, "What?"

"If Tom can't drive, then I will!"

James pulled up the handbrake calmly, "Usually we go to a special driving school to learn how to drive, so that we can get a driver's license."

Harry's green eyes sparkled. "Don't worry about that. You just teach me how to drive, the basics."

James seemed to be stumped by his request, his eyes were a little dazed, and he murmured, "I... have to ask the boss..."

"Oh no!" Harry grabbed his arm violently, "Don't tell Tom, I'm going to give him a surprise!"

James looked at his arm in confusion, Harry couldn't help but let him go, and asked suspiciously, "Is there a problem, James?"

James seemed to wake up from his confusion suddenly, and shook his head: "I don't teach. Get out of the car, Mr. Potter."

Without waiting for Harry to continue pestering him, he got out of the car and walked to the other side, opened the car door for Harry, and made a gesture of invitation, with a detached expression on his face.

Harry glared at him disapprovingly, and reluctantly got out of the car.

"The boss is waiting for you in the study on the second floor." After James finished speaking, he helped him open the iron gate of the courtyard.

Harry immediately forgot all his grievances, passed through the iron gate, and ran into the courtyard in a hurry. He found the door of the building was ajar, pushed the door open, changed his shoes quietly, and went up to the second floor like a thief without making a sound.

The last time he only stayed on the first floor, Harry went to the second floor for the first time.But he found the study at a glance, because the remaining one was Tom's bedroom.

He slowly unscrewed the handle, controlled his smile, and slammed the door open, "Tom!"

The exchange rate trend forecast table in Voldemort's hand trembled, his fingers twitched slightly, and he barely suppressed the conditioned reflex to draw his wand——

never.nobody.dare.Do not knock.

The savior's face burst into brilliant light: "Are you scared?"

only.Just for.scare him.

Voldemort's lips twitched slightly, what could barely be called a smile—

Not yet.by him.personally.Curse to death.

"I'm not a child anymore, Harry."

——again.survived.boy.

Voldemort's inner sarcasm finally came to an end.

Harry walked across from him, grinning, "Hey, don't be so narrow-minded, Tom, I just wanted to make our meeting interesting."

Tom's smile was a bit dark, "Interesting?" Harry felt a little guilty because of the accumulated momentum, but he had a lot of experience in facing superiors, and he was not stage frightened at all. "Hmm... where shall we meet at Easter?"

Poor diversion technique.

These words were written in Tom's eyes.Harry didn't care, looking at him expectantly.

Sometimes I have to admit that those emerald eyes have a kind of magical power, pure and powerful.

Tom stood up from behind the table, "Let's talk somewhere else."

They walked down the stairs, the first floor was brightly illuminated by the morning sun through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Harry sat down on the square white sofa, and Tom called James and told him to buy a snack.

When he finally sat down across from Harry, who looked at him so intently and brightly, Tom felt an itch.

"How many days off do you have?" he asked.

Harry said triumphantly, "Three weeks."

"Obviously, the laid-back students," Tom commented, not too surprised.

Harry was unconvinced: "But at the end of the holiday, we will have an o—er, entrance examination, yes, you can understand it as an entrance examination. It is very important, and it is related to our future career planning. If some subjects do not get good grades , you can’t do your ideal job.”

In fact, these words were Hermione's daily babble, and Harry had to admit that her alarmism was sometimes quite valid.

"Oh..." Tom raised one corner of his mouth, intriguing, "I wonder how my Harry grades are?"

Harry blushed with embarrassment. "I'm... good at some practical subjects. So I have to do some theory work before the exam."

"To tell you the truth, that's just what I'm good at." Tom teased him maliciously. "Maybe I can help you with tutoring."

"Uh, no, no need." Harry tactfully refused, "The things tested in our school are relatively... unpopular."

Tom turned his head to one side, trying to hide a smile that was almost uncontrollable.

Harry didn't hear Tom's answer, and was a little worried about hurting his self-esteem, so he couldn't help but divert his attention: "How about you, how many days off do you have, Tom?"

Tom managed to control his voice steadily, "Three days."

He deliberately checked the legal holiday time in the Muggle world.

"Oh..." Harry was a little disappointed, but quickly pulled himself together, "Then, can I get a day?"

Tom looked at him softly: "Of course."

Simple answer and stare, but Harry felt soaked in a honeypot.Tom has this kind of charm, silently attracting attention when he is silent, and charming when he speaks.Simple eyes and words can exert incredible influence on him.Harry felt more fond of him each time they met.The completely different atmosphere of getting along with Qiu sometimes even made Harry forget that he was just a Muggle without magic.

Muggle...

Harry suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering the new spell he had learned.

What if, what if Tom was a wizard too - well, given his familiarity and depth with the Muggle world, it was unlikely to be a wizard - but what if he had magic powers too?

That way he can learn magic, especially Defense Against the Dark Arts!

Harry's eyes lit up, a little excited.His fingers couldn't help but groped for his pocket, where the holly wand lay.

Tom noticed Harry's little movement and narrowed his eyes slightly.If he hadn't been sensitive to the way a wizard drew his wand, the Dark Lord's reputation would have long since ceased to exist.But today was different from the previous two times, the magic power flowed unimpeded in the body without any weakness or exhaustion, and could easily block the attack of the savior, and even put him to death in turn.

So he just watched Harry's movements calmly, silently thinking about the motives behind them.

The author has something to say:

It's hard to say whether it's permanent, but if the devil wants to, he can temporarily change back to the handsome guy at other times with a simple transfiguration technique. After all, what the second graders in the original book can do, there's no reason why the devil can't do it.However, Boss Fu just likes the snake face...the so-called "I have to, I can't do it".

But everyone should have seen the dawn of permanent handsomeness, right?

If you don't believe me, look up at the title of the book, it is impossible to let him go! !