The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

For a moment, Voldemort felt completely passed out.

Consciousness is pitch black, completely losing perception of the world.But in the next second, pain, dizziness, weakness, cold, exhaustion... all poured in and revived in this body, causing him to even lack the strength to move a finger.

It should be that the recovery potion he drank started to take effect, rapidly catalyzing hematopoiesis, so that he did not lose consciousness, and the heat gradually spread from the chest cavity.

Harry approached hesitantly not far away.Voldemort waited with bated breath, lying motionless on the ground, quietly concealing the fact that he was recovering rapidly.

He could feel the movement of the savior dawdling, and waited patiently for him to approach and fight back.But Harry finally stopped not far away, not approaching.

Voldemort frowned inwardly, trying to speculate on the reason.

In the laboratory, only the sound of Harry adjusting his breathing not far away.

"... Voldemort..."

After a while, the voice of the savior said in a hoarse voice.

"Why can Slytherin always confidently question those who have been hurt by him..."

He obviously thought of something and found it very ridiculous.

"You're just using me...need me to help you get your magic back, don't you? Why on earth...are you questioning my feelings?"

The voice was a little closer, and Voldemort held back his eager fingers, not to show himself a single flaw.

"I don't know if you're really in a coma..."

The words Harry muttered to himself shook Voldemort slightly, and he suddenly felt the approaching breath become menacing.

But before he had any more reactions, a spell hit him, and his body suddenly became stiff and unable to move.

It's an impediment spell.

Another disarming spell followed, and the yew wand left his hand again.

If it weren't for the current situation, Voldemort would almost be out of anger.

But then a pair of gentle hands grasped his hands, and the fiery body of the savior also lay down.

"...But I will accompany you to recover your magic power." He said wearily, "until you don't need it."

Voldemort felt an indescribable discomfort, perhaps the burn from Harry's touch was still lingering, though he was getting used to it.

"Only one condition..." Harry continued murmuring, "Just promise me one thing..."

Voldemort was a bit unsure at first whether he was aware of his intentions, but Harry's words caught his attention so much that he continued to hold back.

"When you find out..." Harry muttered vaguely, and it took a long time before he said, "Spare someone..."

Voldemort knew instantly who this man was.

Severus Snape.

Sure enough, a traitor.

"He..." Harry was still talking, drawing Voldemort's attention, "he's just... I think... he's just in love with someone he's supposed to hate..."

Voldemort understood again who Harry was talking about.

Lily Potter.

...been dead for a long time.

"Having to protect something you hate...just like me...don't you?"

Harry asked softly, not expecting an answer.Voldemort frowned fiercely in his heart, feeling that something was developing more and more out of control.

"If it's possible...I really hope I didn't know each other from the beginning...Or, it would be nice if I didn't go to that bar...Why does it have to be me?...It's been like this since I was one year old. If you want to kill me, kill me, if you want to use it I just use me, the Dark Lord is really omnipotent, hehe... You must be very proud?... Until now, I have been thinking, should I kill you at this time..."

Harry waited for a while, but the people next to him still didn't respond.

He felt an insincere bewilderment.

If Voldemort was awake, he couldn't tolerate the last sentence anyway, could he?

The moment he said it, he was ready for defense, but he didn't have the expected reaction... Could it be that he really lost consciousness?

Harry rolled over slowly, leaning against his side to observe, that delicate face was always more alluring when it was sleeping harmlessly.

He had to admit that he couldn't forget the image of the horrible transformation process just now in his mind, and the image of the snake's face rising from the cauldron kept coming up through reminders, but he still had the urge to kiss him.He must be crazy.

He just looked at it quietly for a while, Voldemort didn't even twitch his eyelashes, if he hadn't observed the slightly flushed cheeks, Harry would probably have really started to fear.

When he bowed his head, he thought numbly that it wasn't any better now.

The warm kiss was not warm at all.

His lips were still cold and bloodless.

Harry bit his lips lightly, having rarely mastered their kiss so completely.

Whether or not he had heard what he had just said, Harry was going to follow through on it.

not to mention……

His lips were bitten hard, and the hands holding the other party were countered instantly, and they were pressed above the top of his head. Although the pain and upside-down upside-down were caught off guard, they hardly surprised him——

What's more... He probably heard it.

Harry tasted a fishy-sweet taste and knew his lip had been bitten.

Fortunately, he hid his wand well prepared. Voldemort didn't touch his wand, and turned to summon his own, then frowned uncontrollably.

Harry couldn't help laughing happily: "I can't find my wand, the omnipotent Dark Lord."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, finding the smile false and provocative, and clamped his jaw to snuff it out.In a short time, his strength became astonishing like a troll again, and Harry could only struggle in dissatisfaction.

Voldemort was obviously dissatisfied with his resistance, and even crushed his limbs to death: "It seems that you really don't understand...Need me to tell you with my own mouth, how will I treat people who just want to take advantage?"

Harry froze, seemingly unable to make out what he meant.

"If you just use it, things couldn't be easier. You just need to choose a day when the magic power is normal, disarm and bind you, and take you to my territory as a prisoner. I don't even need you to be sane, as long as the house-elf Feed you enough nutritious porridge every day, as long as you don't die. It doesn't matter whether you cooperate or not. I can make fun of you when I'm in a good mood, and I can torture you for fun when I'm in a bad mood..."

His voice was chillingly flat as he described these horrific scenes.

As if sensing Harry's involuntary trembling, his voice lowered, with a tinge of cold tenderness.

"If you are only interested in your body, it's easy to handle. Imprisoning you in the manor, no, just in my bedroom is enough... Strip off your clothes, only allow you to wear a collar to monitor whereabouts, and eat me What I give you, satisfy my desires, can only be excreted with my permission... I don’t care about your feelings, if you want to use your mouth, you have to kneel down and serve, if you want to use your ass, you have to open your legs to welcome it at any time ..."

Harry's trembling became more pronounced, and he felt hopelessly aroused.This expression seemed to please his psychopathic lover, and he chuckled evilly, as if anticipating Harry's retort in advance.

"Of course, you won't be that cooperative at first. But it doesn't matter, Harry, as I said, your cooperation is not important, I will make you have to pray for my mercy to live...or if you don't want to live, I will go Get your friends to help you. You're always so helpful, aren't you?"

"...you are such a psychopath..."

It took Harry a while to say a fact that was already well known.

But after uttering this sentence, his bewildered spirit recovered instead, and he gradually realized what the meaning behind this long series of hypotheses was.

What he has done for a long time has already proved that he is neither simply using him nor coveting his body.Besides these cold interests, what else could account for the rest?

The green eyes gradually lit up strangely, but Harry was still suspicious.

This suspicion is absolutely justified, and even coincides with Voldemort's next behavior.

As he was thinking, Voldemort was thinking too.But he didn't know what he thought of, but the result of his thinking was that he touched Harry's throat again, rubbing it lightly and sometimes hard, which seemed to be threatening or caressing.

"No, I don't think you should have that false hallucination." He cast his eyes down playfully, not looking at Harry, but seemed to know what he was thinking, "That kind of thing...at least the kind of thing you expected... I'm sure I don't have any of it."

"Then what... is it in you?" Harry trusted Voldemort's judgment from the bottom of his heart, but he still couldn't help asking stupid questions.

Voldemort rubbed his neck, and Harry felt uncomfortable and breathless from time to time, but none of that suffocated him more than the silence in front of him.

"……I am also very curious."

For a long time, he murmured in a low voice.

Harry frowned, completely unable to understand his conclusion.

Voldemort lifted his eyelids and regarded him with a kind of terrible tenderness.

"Why don't we try it ourselves."

Before Harry could ask what it meant, Voldemort's movements answered him.

The hand rubbing the side of his neck tightened suddenly, locking Harry's neck tightly, much more cruelly and forcefully than the previous one, obviously for real.

Harry was instantly choked and unable to breathe, his survival instinct was aroused, and he struggled violently like never before.But Voldemort's state has already recovered to seven or seven eighty-eight, and he has been suppressed to death with rich experience.

Oxygen was being lost from his body unstoppably, Harry was already trembling all over, his mind went blank, he was twisting his only moving body with the last bit of persistence, trying to struggle.

Voldemort calmly observed Harry's vital signs, felt them slipping away under his control, savored his emotions carefully, and wanted to examine some vital secrets from them.

He could kill Harry.Although things can get tricky afterwards...

But verifying this matter is more important.He decided.

Until Harry's struggle gradually weakened, he still didn't let go.

As he expected, it wasn't a problem at all.

A ray of light suddenly floated in front of the eyes, it was a common Christmas decorative flame.

star flames.

Its light was reflected in the emerald eyes, slowly dying.

His hands trembled by themselves.

Before he realized it, oxygen had already flowed through his loosened palm.

That period of light continued dangerously and dangerously.

He stared blankly at the pair of out-of-focus eyes, raised his head suddenly, and found that the room was filled with dots of decorative flames at some point, and the gift box that was thrown out not far away was squashed, and the gap opened There are new flames constantly emerging.

He didn't hear the sound of the gift box being thrown out, nor did he notice that at some point, they were surrounded by these ups and downs of sparks.