The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry was almost reaching for his wand unconsciously when the doorbell rang.

He glanced at Tom, who was looking at him with a half-smile.

"Obviously, James knows how to knock beforehand." Tom knew who was coming, so he didn't rush to open the door, but leaned closer to Harry. "He even has the key himself."

Without waiting for Harry's answer, Tom stood up and walked to the hallway to open the door.

Harry watched his tall and straight back, and muttered in a low voice: "Be careful..."

He put his hand on the handle of the wand through the cloth, hesitating for a moment.

Is now... a good time?

Just as Tom was about to go out of sight, Harry pulled out his wand in a mysterious way——

If you don't want to reveal your identity, there will be no better opportunity than this——

"Magic power development..." said an inaudible voice.

An invisible wave was launched towards Tom, Harry was so tense that it was hard to breathe, his eyes fixed on the direction of the spell.

If there is a trace of magic, the wand will fluoresce briefly.Tom wasn't walking slowly, and Harry couldn't help standing up from the sofa, craned his neck so as not to miss it.

Voldemort's fingers had found the wand, and before pulling it out, he recognized Harry's spell.

Not a Killing Curse, not a Stunning Curse, not even a Disarming Curse.It was just an ordinary, uncommon and unpopular detection spell, without any lethality.If it wasn't for his extensive reading and rich practical experience, he would have almost used the Unforgivable Curse to kill him.

The body's conditioned reflex was faster, and before he came out of the magic, he had already avoided the trajectory of the spell smoothly and naturally.Fluent and precise, integrated into the instinctive combat response, it is even difficult to distinguish whether it is a natural and temporary intention, or a long-planned and careful evasion.There was no doubt that Harry absolutely couldn't tell.

He just needs to continue to get out of Harry's sight, go to the entrance to retrieve the dessert James sent, and he can act as if nothing happened.

Harry's eyes widened as he watched his hasty spell miss Tom's shirt.

The invisible spell should have landed on Tom's back, but his steps were a little faster than expected, and the magic missed it by the cloth.Harry could feel that his spell didn't hit him, but what surprised him was that the magic that should have disappeared silently, at the moment when it was closest to Tom, the tip of the wand glowed extremely quickly.

He blinked hard in disbelief, and the fluorescent light disappeared like a fake.

...Is it an illusion?

The sound of doors opening, whispering conversations, doors closing, footsteps approaching.

Tom came back with the pastry box, and the annoyance on Harry's face still couldn't get over it.

"You look like you hate eating," Tom commented on his expression.Harry quickly adjusted to normal: "It's nothing. What did you ask James to buy? Isn't he coming in?"

"I prefer a two-person world." Tom said naturally. "Last time, I wanted to say, Harry, you are too thin, eat more. To tell you the truth, one of those plans for Easter is to bring You eat London food all day."

Harry watched him open the box, which was filled with all kinds of bread and pastries, which looked soft and delicious, exuding a sweet smell just out of the oven.Harry grabbed a sausage bread drenched in cheese and took a bite. The soft bread and tender sausage meat were mixed with cheese, which whetted the appetite.

"Hmm... delicious," Harry muttered inarticulately, "but... that plan... well, kind of scary... let's change it..."

Tom watched him swallow the whole loaf, and really wondered if he hadn't eaten breakfast.But he was thinking about the detection spell just now.

If I remember correctly, it was a small spell to detect traces of magic, but it was too sensitive to be used in the wizarding world full of magic, so it was very unpopular.The savior wanted to secretly detect traces of magic on his body...

No, it's not detecting traces of magic, what he wants to detect is magic power——

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his long eyelashes cast deeper shadows in the dark eyes.

What did the savior find... doubting him?

"Then it's up to you to make your Easter plans, Harry," he seemed to suggest. "I can go anywhere with you, and do what you like—anything."

Harry's green eyes quivered slightly. "You're so kind to me...Tom."

That feeling came again——Tom suppressed the nameless emotions surging in his heart, and continued his temptation as if nothing had happened. "So, what's there to do?" His gaze studied Harry's expression, gauging whether further hints were needed.

"Well……"

Harry looked distressed.For a moment, "Watch Quidditch" was about to pop out of his throat, but he caught it in a panic and pressed it back firmly.

"There are so many things I'd like to do with you, Tom," he said at last, smiling contentedly and regretfully, "but not yet...I don't know when...but just sitting here and talking to you That’s great. So, stop planning. We’ll just eat, rest, chat, you’ll look at your papers, I’ll do my homework, just like we always do…it’ll be fine.”

Tom watched him for a long time, and it was the first time that Harry was calm and fearless under that kind of focused gaze, without any guilt or embarrassment.He has always been guilty of concealing and deceiving Tom, but now every word he says comes from the bottom of his heart. This fact gives him incomparable courage and confidence, allowing him to go deep into Tom's eyes and touch him with the purest sincerity. he.

Harry understood that they didn't know each other that well yet, but he could almost feel the emotion welling up in those bottomless black eyes.Harry didn't know what it was, he just wanted to feel them, and let them feel him.

"...you always surprise me, Harry."

Voldemort spoke the truth without discerning emotion.

Harry felt great.Smiled at him, picked up a puff, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it down. "Then it's an appointment."

He ate for a while and looked at the wall clock in the living room.It's almost time to make an appointment with Sirius. Although I am very sad, I must say goodbye to Tom.

There was still a lot of pastry left, and Harry finally picked up a buttered bread. "You haven't eaten any, Tom. Don't just blame me, you have to eat more." He forced it into Tom's hand.

Voldemort barely held the stupid loaf of bread, showing no sign of wanting to eat it on his face.

… In fact, he kind of lost his words.

Concerned about the eating problem of the Dark Lord?Not to mention the savior, even his Death Eaters, no one dared to go to this point.

"Take all these away." After all, it was the Dark Lord, and he still recovered his language ability without any trace.

Harry wanted to refuse disapprovingly, but changed his mind when he thought about meeting Sirius later.

He gathered up the rest of the bread, closed the lid again, and took it away.During this period, Tom went back to the guest room to get the gift box from last time, and the charging cable was still inside.

Tom sent him to the porch. "Don't lose a single thing inside this time," he ordered.

Harry put it away sheepishly, "I promise."

"...Since you insist, I won't send you off." Before parting, Tom finally said, "Can I expect you to write down this address this time?"

Harry repeated awkwardly: "...I promise!"

Tom had that slightly entertaining smile. "Fine. Remember to call me every week. Goodbye."

"Goodbye..." Harry waved his hand halfway, and it was too late to repent when he saw the door closed before realizing what he had promised——

Call, weekly!

Hogwarts has no signal, Hogsmeade week is not every week——

Merlin, how was he going to call his Muggle boyfriend every week?

In any case, it was too strange to go back on his word, so he had to admit it first and go back to school to figure out a solution.Now he had to rush to see Sirius.

Harry's godfather is still wanted by the Ministry of Magic, and there is a risk of being exposed in Hogsmeade at any time. Harry wants to finish the negotiation as soon as possible and let him go home. Only NO.12, Grimmauld Place, is safe.

If he didn't want to know about Dumbledore's situation after leaving school, Harry would definitely postpone this meeting. He didn't want to talk to Sirius about the details of his relationship with his Muggle "girlfriend".Sirius' reaction was completely unpredictable, and Harry didn't want to be misunderstood by his most trusted relatives.

Harry not only tried his best to write down the address of Roald's villa this time, but also marked it with magic to ensure that he would definitely find it next time.After finishing these, he rushed to Hogsmeade non-stop, looking for a suitable opportunity to enter the Shrieking Shack.

A black dog was nestling inside. The moment he saw Harry, he stood up, and the dog-shaped reflection cast on the wooden wall swelled and deformed, turning into the outline of a thin man in the blink of an eye.

"Harry!"

Sirius came up and hugged Harry.

"Are you okay? Have you been followed?"

"I'm fine... wait a minute."

Harry broke free from his embrace, looked through the crack of the door, and after making sure that there was no one there, he turned around and walked to the middle of the room with Sirius and sat down.

Harry opened the food box in his hand, and the smell of pastry was still sweet and enticing.Sirius asked in surprise: "Why did you bring food?"

"I guess you haven't eaten. We can't go to the bar, so let's eat some of these first."

In order to deceive others, they deliberately chose to meet at noon.In Sirius' character, it was likely that he hadn't planned to eat lunch at all.

"You've really grown up, Harry," said Sirius reassuringly.

They ate and chatted in low voices, and Harry confessed to Sirius about his relationship with Tom.

"He...is a man?" Sirius almost choked on a mouthful of bread, "Harry? Are you sure? I remember you liked that girl named Qiu Zhang not long ago?"

But in just 2 minutes, he cheered up again: "As expected of James' son! Brave and fearless, different! Roald, right? You still say he bought these breads? He is a good man! Harry, I support you!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Sirius. Like I said before, keep it a secret for me, I don't want him to be involved in the war."

Speaking of heavy topics, both of them fell silent.It took a while before Harry asked, "Principal Dumbledore...how is it?"

Sirius stood up nervously, looked out from the crack of the wall for a while, and then sat back and said, "I can't say too much, Harry... Dumbledore is in a good condition now, he has left the Ministry of Magic group, Instead, it gave him time to investigate some things himself... The Order of the Phoenix does have some suspicions about those people's plans..."

"I was dreaming of Voldemort again." Harry stared at Sirius without blinking. "I passed out. You probably saw it in the Daily Prophet. It was the scar attack that made me pass out."

Sirius immediately asked nervously, "Are you all right, Harry? Do you have a headache?"

Harry smiled warmly: "It doesn't matter to me, Sirius. It happens every time, and the pain goes away."

Sirius frowned, his expression full of worry: "I still think you have to learn Occlumency as soon as possible, Harry. Even a slug has some merits..."

"I don't understand, Sirius." Harry was a little fidgety. "My scar hurts when Voldemort is in a strong mood. In a way it's an early warning, isn't it? I can even see some of Voldemort's pictures through the link." Perspective, it's like... like I have his eyes! What information is more reliable than Voldemort's own experience? Why do I have to block it?"

Sirius: "No, Harry, why do you think that? That's what Voldemort showed you!"

Harry said impatiently: "I know! But what if he can't control himself? He may not be able to control what I see when he is emotional-this time I saw him punish Lucius. Malfoy——if you don't believe it, you can inquire about the recent mental state of old Malfoy, I believe that the torture of Cruciatus will not be so easy to recover from."

The author has something to say:

Reporter: The author, wait a minute, Ms. Wen, about the serious inaccuracy of the summary of this chapter...

I don't!My conscience will not ache!I don't have that kind of thing!

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Thanks to [Glorious] Landmines!