The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly, dumbfounded for a moment.He said: "Please allow an old man's reaction to be a little slow, Harry, I heard correctly, what you said is..."

"Couples," Harry said first, "literally, even though we're both men."

He didn't look at Dumbledore, his eyes fell on the pure white sheet, which had creases slightly scratched by him.

After saying this, it was as if he had just played a fierce Quidditch, and he was even panting slightly.

For a while, there was only his heavy breathing in the ward.Then, making up his mind, he looked up to meet Dumbledore's eyes.

The half-moon lenses were clear and bright, and Harry could clearly see through them the blue eyes behind them.

They are much more peaceful than he imagined.

Harry swallowed unconsciously, trying to say something with the air cavity in his throat.

"Relax, Harry," began Dumbledore, looking much calmer than Harry, "you can confess anything to me, no matter how crazy it may seem to you. Believe me, when you've lived to my age Age, nothing is unimaginable."

Harry wasn't sure if it was an attitude, although he already knew about Dumbledore and the Dark Lord in Germany, they were different.

"Not only is it unthinkable..." He murmured, "This thing...I..."

A kind of struggle rolled in his heart, and he tried to suppress it.But it had been ignored for too long, and at this moment it turned into a trembling breath and burst out.

"It's...evil."

Harry forced himself to look directly at the headmaster, the two of them were like frozen statues, frozen in this small ward by the wind and snow outside the window.

It wasn't an illusion, Harry felt that Dumbledore's eyes became deep, but not cold.

There was an unresolved emotion brewing in it, neither warm nor cold.And Harry figured the latter would be enough for him to go on.

"What is it, Harry," said Dumbledore, taking a deep breath and looking at him deeply, "what makes you think it's evil? That love...is evil?"

Harry: "I didn't mean... say..." He was stuck at the word.

Dumbledore said: "There is nothing evil in the fact that you are just two people in love, Harry. On the contrary, it is great."

Harry was stunned.

"Even...even Voldemort...and me?"

Dumbledore said: "Even Voldemort and you."

Harry looked at Dumbledore stupidly, not knowing what to say for a while.

The trembling breath dissipated from his chest.

"But..." Dumbledore changed the subject and carefully considered, "Harry, you need to really confirm... this is the truth."

It is really confirmed that they are "two" people who love each other.And not his wishful thinking.

If Harry had been unable to make up his mind to confess to Dumbledore before today, then what happened in this ward just now was enough to give him the courage.

The courage to face Dumbledore's ultimate questioning.

Even if he can't really say it.

"I believe it, Professor," said Harry. "I believe it to be true. I...maybe naive, but I believe it."

Dumbledore looked at him wordlessly, without comment.

Harry gripped the bed sheet slightly, and continued: "I always knew how stupid it was to do this. I don't want you to worry about me for nothing, and I don't want the Order of the Phoenix or anyone to die because of my stupidity. So I concealed it from you and kept a distance from the Order of the Phoenix. I want to minimize the threat of Voldemort caused by me."

"Then now," Dumbledore asked softly, "why did you decide to tell me?"

"Because..." Harry said, "I found that I couldn't misunderstand you any longer. Voldemort...for some reason, he was a little obsessed with using me to cause you to panic...like this time." He paused , turned his gaze to the side, "It's not me who is in danger, but Snape who was involved because he was worried about me...and you, Headmaster. I can't let you fall into danger because of completely unnecessary worries."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped the stains off them, and put them back on.

"I noticed that you never mentioned how your miraculous relationship unfolded... I think you can understand my curiosity and concern, but you still can't tell me, can you?"

Harry had never been surprised how sensitive Dumbledore was to other people's minds.He nodded silently.

The process of their encounter is full of mystery from beginning to end.Harry couldn't keep it a secret from such a master at knowing it, so he chose not to.

He rubbed the sheets anxiously, and asked uneasily, "Are you disappointed in me, principal?"

"I'm afraid I can't agree with you, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I just... it's a really big deal, isn't it? A lot of things are explained now..."

His voice was thoughtful, and Harry finally worked up the courage to look up at him secretly.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at the heavy snow outside the window, and the clear lenses were like the ice surface formed by the condensation of lake water, misty and reflecting the snow-white light.

"I still think you've taken on too much, Harry," he said. "I'm . . . ashamed."

Harry's fingers froze in surprise.In any case, he hadn't expected Dumbledore's reaction to be this way.

"Principal? I don't think..."

"Don't excuse me, Harry," said Dumbledore, "that would only embarrass me even more."

Harry still didn't quite accept it, but he could only keep his mouth shut.

"I suppose you brought Aberforth back, didn't you?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded, then shook his head again: "Not exactly."

Dumbledore put it another way: "Voldemort let him go because of you."

Harry was speechless.

Dumbledore sighed.

"No wonder you believed him."

Harry explained anxiously: "Not all, the principal..."

Dumbledore stared at him wisely: "I understand, Harry, he must have made you feel warm."

"..." Harry was pointed out by the old man one step ahead of what he wanted to say.He pursed his lips, but still added: "He also promised to spare Snape's life."

This time Dumbledore was really surprised.

He glanced in the direction of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, then looked down at Harry again.

"……just now?"

This time Harry gave a smug smile.

"just now."

This smile dispelled the heavy breath on his body, and made those green eyes youthful again.

Dumbledore was slightly dazed.

Then, he also smiled slightly.

"You're a miracle, Harry."

Dumbledore spoke slowly and carefully, before Harry was stunned by his praise.

"My only hope is that you don't ignore your pain."

His eyes fell on Harry's newly healed throat, and he didn't say any more, but suddenly let it suffocate as if being strangled.

"If you have any distress, if you have suffered any unfair treatment, you must come to me, Harry." He looked into Harry's eyes with unprecedented concentration, "promise me, don't have any scruples. You do nothing No one is guaranteed a successful attempt. There is no shame in failing."

"...um." Harry nodded heavily.

The conversation seemed to be almost over, but Harry didn't feel relieved for some reason.

He scratched his hair a little irritably, making the messy short hair even more disheveled, and subconsciously glanced at the wall clock.

"It's about time." Dumbledore stood up. "To be honest, I want to invite you out for a walk. Today is Christmas, Harry, what do you think?"

Harry was a little flattered and almost agreed, but he had just looked at his watch and knew that someone was about to appear, so he could only say helplessly: "I'm afraid I can't now, sir. He... um... he's not very Like that I've been talking to you for too long, especially at this juncture."

"Oh..." Dumbledore savored amusedly, winking and said, "You make me kind of want to stay and see how he 'dislikes'."

Harry's expression was a bit weird, it was the first time he noticed that Dumbledore was so... childish?side.

"He just promised to spare Snape, Headmaster," Harry reminded helplessly.

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "You're right, I have to tell Severus the good news."

He took Fox away.He also specifically told Madam Pomfrey not to disturb her.

Harry pondered for a while in silence in the sickroom.

Voldemort's black mist arrived as expected.

He looked at the door displeased for the first time, as if he had noticed something.

"Dumbledore..."

As soon as Harry heard it, he knew that he was hating the old headmaster again, and said helplessly, "Principal Dumbledore has gone."

"Hmph." Voldemort raised his wand, a flash of light was followed by continuous explosions, and the door was completely scrapped.

"I want to use the same detection spell a second time, wishful thinking."

It turned out that before Dumbledore left, he deployed reconnaissance magic at the door again, trying to grasp Voldemort's whereabouts.

Voldemort threw a predictably sarcastic look, and Harry almost had a headache.

"How long are you going to lie there?" Voldemort surprisingly didn't make excuses, but instead observed him, "What did Dumbledore tell you?"

Harry threw off the quilt without a word, got out of bed and put on his shoes.

Voldemort stared at the top of his head, feeling that he would uncontrollably open the soul link to peek at any moment.

Then his thoughts wandered inexplicably to the restless hair of the Savior, which was much messier than usual.

"Did you have a fight?" He speculated maliciously, "He grabbed your hair, and then you pulled his beard off."

"..." Harry tied his shoelaces and stood up, already speechless to the point of laughing, "Are you serious?"

Voldemort deadpanned: "Just kidding. But I see it's a good idea."

"Hey!" Harry sat down on the bed discouraged. "How long do you want to argue? I'm starving to death!"

Voldemort gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, then finally turned his gaze to the village beyond the snowstorm.

"I ordered Christmas dinner at Hogsmeade and it was huge."

He turned to look at Harry.

"Need your stomach."

Harry wanted to sigh and roll his eyes, and finally gave a slightly gritted smile.

"Then I must give you a personal gift."

Voldemort waited for him to come over, and then smiled slightly: "I am very happy."