The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry heard the sound of the gift box being thrown out and hitting the ground with a clatter.In the dizziness of suffocation, he remembered that he took it out of the space pocket of his school uniform before he came here. It contained the spark machine bought in Hogsmeade, and clusters of star flames would float out as long as the cover was opened.

He couldn't see the lid of the spark machine inside the gift box was knocked off, but he could see clusters of fire slowly drifting out from the gap. They floated around as lightly as feathers, and soon filled the small world .

He could no longer see Voldemort's appearance, and there were only dots of light in his eyes, trying to light up a dark side in the gradually dimming world.

He realized he was going to die.

At this time, a strong rebellious impulse surged in his chest, but unfortunately he was unable to use his last strength.

Just when his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, the strength on his neck slackened suddenly, oxygen poured in instantly, his chest and lungs gasped desperately autonomously, and the tingling sensation would bring back a sense of being alive.

Recovering a bit of strength, Harry immediately struggled to get away.

This time, the force that suppressed him did not stop him.

Harry collapsed against the wall and took a long time to get up again.

Voldemort stared at him blankly, unable to utter a word through the increasingly bright glow of sparks.

Harry didn't look at him, walked towards the gift box that was still bubbling with flames, and bent over to pick it up a little slowly.

"This is me..." His voice was a little hoarse, and he said without emotion, "...the Christmas present I plan to give you."

Voldemort's eyes turned to the broken gift box, and Harry slowly opened it, taking out the Sparkler with the lid open inside.

"I remember that time when you used this magic..."

Harry looked at the mouth of the spark machine, which was constantly emitting new flames, raised the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating manner, and closed the lid with a flick of his thumb.

"But my memory is so bad that I forgot that you don't need this kind of thing at all."

Behind him, Voldemort's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Harry put the things in the space pocket of his school uniform, fumbled for a while, and took out two wands.

Yew and Holly.

This time he looked at Voldemort, his youthful outline changed in the distant and near sparks, and he began to reveal a trace of mature determination.

"Promise me to let someone go, and I'll give you my wand back."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not answer immediately.

Harry just waited for him so quietly.

After a while, Voldemort said, "...what if I say no?"

"It's still your wand," said Harry peacefully.

"Just not in my hands?" Voldemort asked unwaveringly what he meant.

But unexpectedly, Harry still announced peacefully: "It will."

"..." Voldemort was a little confused.

Harry didn't explain, but held his holly wand and whispered softly, "Call God to protect you."

Silvery smoke emerged from the tip of the staff, and it immediately turned into a beautiful stag, circling Harry affectionately.

"Please." A soft color appeared on Harry's face, "Although I won't let you pass on the message, but if there is any trouble later, please go to Headmaster Dumbledore."

The stag rubbed against him reluctantly, raised its head and walked lightly through the flames and the ceiling, and rushed to wander around the castle.

It wasn't until the silver figure of the stag completely disappeared from the ceiling that Voldemort said half-aware: "Dumbledore is no longer my opponent, and..."

He said nothing, as Harry handed the yew wand in front of him wordlessly.

"I just need someone to help collect the body safely," Harry said.

Voldemort froze in his wand grip, then withdrew his wand even more quickly, then stood up from the ground, his height becoming oppressive again.

But Harry had already turned around first, and walked towards the door of the laboratory.

"Now as you wish, I will go out and wait for you."

"... What are you waiting for me?"

"Wait until your magic power recovers."

"..."

Harry opened the door and walked out without looking back. When the door closed again, Voldemort seemed to have suddenly lost all his art of coquetry, and only knew that silence was golden.

Harry sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office outside the lab, staring at the patterns on the ceiling in a daze.

To be honest, he didn't quite understand what he was doing.

...he was just very tired.

too tired.It's exhausting to force yourself to love or hate purely.

Forcing myself to love and hate is even more tiring.

Sticking to every bottom line, exploring every avenue to have the best of both worlds, seeking every flawless solution... exhausted him.

Now he just wants to rest quietly for a while.

No quarrels, no fights, and no love.

I don't know if it was a pity that he couldn't kill him, Voldemort stayed in the laboratory until Harry dozed off in a daze of consciousness, and didn't come out again.

The head with short black hair hangs lower and lower until it hits the bottom and then shakes to wake himself up.

There was a faint hissing sound, Harry's ankle was the first to feel a cool touch, and the long snake body climbed up the armchair.

【Harry... Potter...】 Nagini leaned in front of his face and observed, 【Tom asked me to tell you he's fine. 】

Harry was slightly taken aback, nodded, got up and walked towards the door.

【Do you have anything to say? ] Nagini asked behind him.

Harry paused, [I don't know what to say... goodbye? 】

【goodbye. ] Nagini obviously couldn't understand this kind of advanced rhetorical question.

Instead, Harry showed a little helpless smile, which was fleeting.

It was late at night in Hogwarts, and the corridor was quiet. Harry put on the invisibility cloak again, and was already a little tired from fatigue, but instead of going back to the dormitory to rest, he went down the stairs to the Potions Office in the basement. .

The little snake guarding the door had been transferred to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office tonight, so Harry directly opened the door and locked it when he entered.

The potions office was also very quiet, and he thought that even Snape should be fast asleep at this time.

He again expertly cast the Silencing Charm outside the door, then called back to the wandering Patronus in the castle, and started yelling as he drove it through the doors of the potions office.

"Get up! Snape! It's urgent!"

"Wake up! It's dangerous!"

……

The door of the laboratory was flung open, and a dark figure came out aggressively chasing after the Patronus Silver Light, and the stag disappeared after returning to Harry, only having time to illuminate Snape's pot-black complexion .

"Potter!" he nearly spewed the name from his throat, "what the hell are you—"

Harry grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the fireplace involuntarily: "Go!"

"Wh-" Snape was pulled staggeringly. The accumulated fatigue caused his physique to decline significantly, and he couldn't bear Harry's deliberate pull all of a sudden.

"Voldemort knows who you are! Now you have to escape!"

Harry grabbed a handful of Floo powder and forced it into his hand.

"Go to Grimmauld Place . . . or wherever! Don't let them find you!"

"W-wait, how do you know?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"I just escaped from him." Harry pulled open the collar, revealing the pinch mark on his neck, "This is the proof."

Snape's face turned pale instantly, his lips squirmed, as if he wanted to deny it, but he immediately grabbed Harry's wrist and said seriously, "You must run together too!"

Harry's wand was aimed at his hand in preparation: "The fire is raging."

The flames shot up all of a sudden, and the two of them shook off their burned hands at the same time, and the flames went out immediately.

"Potter!"

Harry grabbed another handful of Floo powder, this time pushing directly into the fireplace with him.

"12 Grimmauld Place!"

Green flames enveloped Snape and sent him away.Harry knew that the Floo network at Hogwarts had been specially set up and basically connected in one direction, so Snape couldn't come back.

When he asked again and again and Voldemort didn't ask, Harry understood that he already knew in his heart who he wanted to let go.

But no matter how he knew, and how much he already knew, Harry's request undoubtedly helped him to confirm his suspicions about Snape.Harry couldn't bear Snape's death because of himself, so he made up his mind to keep Snape no matter what.

Since he was a Horcrux...and could restore Voldemort's magic power...at least his life could still be used as a bargaining chip to prevent him from killing.

Harry sat down on the sofa tiredly, not even in the mood to go back to the dormitory.

What happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office just now remained in his heart, the darkness and sparks before dying, the thrills and excitement of escaping from the dead, the doubts and enlightenment after the dust settled...but he was too tired to think about it at all. Think about it.

…If Snape died because of him, there would be no point in thinking about it.

He was thinking in a daze, and the Potions Professor's accusation emerged in his brain disobediently.

——She used her own life!Let you survive!

For some reason, these words were especially deafening in his mind, making his heart throb and ache.

With a sound of "huh", the flames lit up again in the fireplace, and Snape's head popped out.

"Damn selfish brat! Connect me to the fireplace!"

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose under the glasses with a headache, and coped wearily, "I won't."

Snape was furious: "You lunatic! Idiot! Idiot! Why are you sitting here if the Dark Lord wants to kill you? Go find Dumbledore! Or come together!"

"I didn't die so easily," Harry said intermittently. "It's you... pray that I last a little longer."

"What do you mean?" Snape asked angrily, "Do you want to stop him alone?"

"Hmm...about the same?"

"Harry Potter!!!"

Harry plucked his ears weakly, "Be quiet, Professor Snape. I thought you wished me to die sooner."

"...You connect me to the fireplace! The spell is 'Flying Weaving Road, 12 Grimmauld Place'!"

Harry ignored him, and found a comfortable position on the sofa, intending to squat for a while.

The flame in the fireplace was beeping, and Snape's head rose and fell with the flames, and he seemed to be trying to suppress something.

Just as Harry was about to fall asleep, he let out a hoarse voice.

"I can't...I can't make Lily lose her only son again."

Lily's only son on the sofa didn't move.

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "I can listen to your arrangement, Potter... let me go back."

After waiting for a long time, Harry still didn't move. Listen carefully, his breathing has been long and steady.

Fell asleep.