The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"For God's sake, it's Christmas Eve!"

Madam Pomfrey was still drowsy when she arrived, but Harry's appearance woke her up suddenly.

"This child... what's going on?"

Snape stared at Harry sullenly, and said curtly, "You-Know-Who."

Madam Pomfrey turned pale, and carefully approached Harry, carefully checking his condition.

"Need to wake someone up?" Snape asked. "I used the Sleeping Charm."

Madam Pomfrey frowned, pressed Harry's neck lightly, observed his breathing reaction, and judged: "I don't need it for now, but I need to do an intrusion check, it will still wake him up."

Snape nodded. The Sleeping Curse is just a powerful calming spell, and it will still wake up under strong stimulation.

Madam Pomfrey was feeding a wriggling hose into Harry's throat when Dumbledore arrived.

"Oh... that thing is not good..." the old headmaster whispered.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, revealing a trace of schadenfreude in his sarcasm.

Madam Pomfrey ignored them, chanted a spell silently, and observed the glass ball at the end of the hose, which displayed what the head of the hose saw.

The throat was invaded by a foreign object, and Harry coughed itchy and painful, and woke up panting.

"Don't get excited, child. I'm checking your body, you're injured." Madam Pomfrey pressed him lightly to prevent him from being so excited that he hurt himself, "Quickly, bear with it for a while..."

Harry struggled to breathe, to keep himself from coughing and squeezing the hose in his throat.

Finally, the grueling inspection was over.Madam Pomfrey said he was fine.

"It might be a bit uncomfortable when you eat," Madam Pomfrey said, "but don't worry, you'll be fine with some medicine. I'll make it up for you."

She turned around, saw the two waiting aside, and ordered them out of habit.

"The patient needs to rest... Forget it, you can stay here, but if there is anything else, I suggest waiting for him to sleep."

The two nodded, watched her leave, and looked at Harry on the hospital bed together.

"Principal Dumbledore..." Harry said hoarsely, his voice still seemed uncomfortable.

"Stop talking, Harry." Dumbledore comforted softly, "Let me tell you, just listen."

Harry's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"Severus notified me and sent you here. I think you know why, don't you?"

Harry looked at Snape, who stared at him unmoved.

He sighed secretly and nodded.

"I went to Voldemort," said Dumbledore, as if he had just dropped by, "and he locked himself in his office, and I put a monitoring spell on the door so that I would be notified immediately if he came out. So It's all right, Harry, you're safe now."

Harry opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice, but was stopped by Dumbledore's disapproving gaze.

"There's no need to rush to explain, Harry," he said. "Like Bobby said, you need to rest. Although I have a lot to say to you, but... the sun will rise as usual tomorrow."

His lightheartedness and optimism infected Harry, and Harry felt his eyelids close in invisible relief, and fell asleep again in seconds.

Snape and Dumbledore stayed by his bed for a while, then walked to the other side of the ward, cast a silencing spell, and then began to talk.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore's expression immediately became serious, and there was no trace of relaxation.

Snape briefly described the experience just now, stared at Dumbledore's pensive expression, and reminded coldly: "You said he would not harm the students at school."

Dumbledore looked at him from behind the half-moon glasses: "We all know that Voldemort has no credibility."

"..." Snape's lips moved, as if holding back a ridiculous retort, "Then why did you promise him—"

"Same as why you're willing to keep Harry's life... things don't always go your way."

Snape fell silent.

Dumbledore said: "Besides, Voldemort really gave up hunting Harry. In fact, he has performed quite well this half term. I didn't even think that with him on campus now, the number of vicious incidents has actually decreased."

Snape stared blankly, completely unmoved.

Dumbledore sighed, "So, I really didn't expect tonight...he suddenly had murderous intent on Harry again..."

This sentence made Snape's eyes flutter slightly.

Dumbledore looked in the direction of the hospital bed and said softly, "Maybe, it's time to have a good talk with Harry..."

Snape's face trembled, as if he had been holding back for a long time, he stared at Dumbledore, and asked, "Do you know something, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore's expression froze, and he turned his head slowly.

"Do you know the reason why the Dark Lord gave up killing Potter? Did you expect that... the kid just won't die?"

His expression and eyes are very scary, like a vicious dog with fangs, ready to kill at any time.

"What on earth are you hiding from me?"

For a long time, there was only one fundamental reason for him to serve Dumbledore, which was to save the life of Lily's only son.

Dumbledore knew this better than anyone.

But if he knew that the little devil's life was safe, he never mentioned it to him...

"...I can't guarantee it, Severus." Dumbledore took a deep breath, as if he didn't expect to encounter a crisis of confidence at this time, "There are only some guesses, Severus, not reliable. If Voldemort hadn't really It's done, and I can't be sure I'm right."

"...So, you already knew." Snape said stubbornly, with mockery in his eyes.

Dumbledore looked at him deeply: "You know I'm not, Severus."

Snape looked at him mockingly, and in the silent confrontation, for some reason, a trace of pain arose.

He turned his eyes away, and his eyes fell to the ground, becoming empty again.

"What else did you see?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, "I don't think your question is unique to this time. You must have encountered something, right? During this semester, in private, between Voldemort and Between Harry..."

As a double agent, Snape did not share much information directly with Dumbledore.On the one hand, because there are still doubts, on the other hand, it is more to win the trust of the Dark Lord and Death Eaters.

Now Harry personally announced that his spy identity was discovered by Voldemort. Although the reason and process are still unclear, he can basically share what he knows to his heart's content.

He raised his eyes again, and Dumbledore looked at him with the same kind and serious expression as before. The old man never seemed to mind other people's malicious speculation.

It made him even more dark and vicious, Snape thought numbly, who made him a Slytherin.

"Potter was caught by him in the Forbidden Forest..."

Dawn lit up the corner of the sky, Madam Pomfrey woke Harry up and took a drink of medicine; Snape and Dumbledore stayed in the same ward and spent the rest of the night; Voldemort on the other side was in the laboratory Finished a pair of impeccable love potions, staring in a daze at the spiraling steam rising from the cauldron.

This uneasy Christmas Eve is finally over.

When Harry woke up, it was broad daylight, but the ward was still covered by curtains, and the white ceiling and bedding had a soft yellow tone, allowing him to continue to sleep peacefully.

Dumbledore sat on the bed next to him, smiling good morning to him.

"Hungry? I specifically told the house-elf to warm up the food and it will be here soon. Take it easy, Harry, I've heard a lot from Severus, and it's made my curiosity go wild Pack it up, you might be annoyed by me, hehe... I promised Bobby that I will not be allowed to stay here until you get your voice back--you should have noticed that Severus has been Drive away."

He blinked, as if rather helpless about it.

Harry couldn't help laughing.

The food appeared, and under the eager gaze of the old man, he could only pick it up and eat it obediently.

In fact, Snape has left Hogwarts.At Dumbledore's insistence, he eventually escaped back to the base of the Order of the Phoenix, at least to hide from the limelight.

In order not to worry Harry, Dumbledore told him this during breakfast.

Madam Pomfrey came in to deliver the medicine, and after drinking it, they stopped talking.Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore had the leisure time to simply heal his wounds, flattered and fidgety at the same time.

He guessed that the headmaster was guarding against Voldemort's direct attack, but this was not the answer...

He was right. Dumbledore only lasted until half the morning before he had to deal with the hemp witch trial that was urgently held today.As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, if he is not present, I am afraid that no one can prevent the Death Eaters from falsely accusing this poor defendant; The situation in the Ministry is critical.

But Dumbledore was still worried about Harry, and left him a unique life-saving talisman before leaving.

"Evening, Harry, I think I'll come back tonight, and you've recovered, and we'll have a good talk."

Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded and waved him quietly goodbye.

He still feels unreal.

Dumbledore, who had been avoiding him all the time and had never talked for more than three hours, had accompanied and cared for him for so long from midnight to mid-morning.

If you don't have the experience of last night, you should only feel warm...

Harry was lying in the white ward, and somehow a faint chill still slowly seeped into his heart.

Maybe the medicine had a sleep-promoting effect, and he fell asleep again.

But this time, he woke up very suddenly, as if he had realized something, he looked at the end of the bed for the first time.

It was still daytime, and against the white-eyed background, the tall, slender figure in a black robe stood out.

Voldemort stood there silently, his eyes were still black and blue, but his eyes were still very serious, staring at the bed beside him.

"Is that bird... intending to die again?"

Fox, who was forced to perch on the head of the bed, exploded his phoenix feathers.

——It is a unique life-saving talisman!