The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry stood again in the empty hall with the black marble floor.

The memory of the last time he came here was still vivid, and he did not expect the opportunity for the second visit to come so suddenly.

Just the night before, before they went to bed, Tom suddenly announced: "I need to get out of Hogwarts for a while."

"What?" Harry was still panting, unable to concentrate, "How long?"

"Not long, a few days." Tom teased him with ease, "I'll definitely be back before school starts."

Harry let out a whining groan.This means he will spend the rest of the holidays alone at school.

"Did I remember wrong? Actually, no one needs me to stay in school." He muttered self-doubt.

Tom laughed, and finally said, "Have a good rest."

When he was about to fall asleep, Harry was still complaining privately. He knew Tom's execution ability better than anyone else, and he might disappear early tomorrow morning.Perhaps because of this cognition in his mind, he slept lighter than usual.

Harry felt it as soon as Tom woke up.The movement of the man getting out of bed was as quiet as when he was walking, but when he walked to the closet, he noticed something and looked sideways at him.

"Why did you wake up?"

Harry was still lying on the bed, with half of his head sunk in the pillow, only a pair of green eyes were facing Tom, radiating similar hazy gazes in the dim morning light.

"It's so early." He murmured softly.His voice was hoarse in the morning, lower than usual.

"You haven't slept enough," Tom judged. "Close your eyes, and I'll be fine soon."

Harry hummed nonchalantly, rubbed his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked at him in a daze.

The wardrobe was similar to the one in a Muggle apartment, and it could accommodate several people to walk in. After Tom entered, Harry stared at the handle on the cabinet door.

It was for a moment that he felt an irreparable emptiness.

When Tom came out, it was the mysterious figure that was so familiar and palpitating. He was dressed in pitch-black wizard robes, with a hood covering half of his face, and he was short of a confusion spell to hide his full face.

At this moment, Harry made a decision.

"I will go with you."

Tom looked at him from the shadow of the hood, and the righteous announcement of the teenage savior with a few stray hairs almost made him think that he was going to save the world.

"Where are you going?" he asked back.

Harry froze, then asked, "Where are you going?"

"You don't know, you want to go together?"

Harry's gaze drifted away for a moment, then returned firmly.

"You can read my brain."

This was beyond Tom's expectations.

Instead of responding, he said, "I will return to my castle and attend to 'my business'."

Harry didn't know if he was reading his own mind, sometimes he couldn't quite feel it.But he knew what Tom's emphatic words meant, hinting at Death Eater business, Dark Lord business.

That was the insurmountable barrier between them.

He swallowed his saliva and said, "Sooner or later we have to face it, don't we? I won't deliberately pry into your affairs, and you must have a way to isolate me."

Tom weighed silently, the red eyes in the shadows were sharp and oppressive.

Harry insisted on meeting such gazes, and said, "I'll follow your arrangement."

Those eyes narrowed.

"You can't leave your room without my permission," Tom asked. "Can you?"

Harry hesitated a little in his heart, but what he said was: "No problem."

As if seeing through the hesitation, the corner of Tom's mouth curved into a half-smile.

Harry couldn't bear it and said, "I will do what I say!"

"Okay." Tom took a step away, "Get up and change now."

And then Harry was brought here.

He had an impression of this hall, where Aberforth was imprisoned.

"You're imprisoning enemies in your own home?" Harry asked first.

Tom was walking down the hall and motioned for him to follow.

"I don't have a home."

His understated answer successfully diverted Harry's attention.

Harry wasn't sure if he should feel sorry, Tom's tone was flat, even boring.

If you knew him, you would know that he really didn't feel much about not having a home.

But... somehow, he felt that some souls in the world should feel sad about this.

Maybe it should be him, maybe it shouldn't.

Looking at the back in front of him, he unconsciously pursed his lips.

Tom didn't seem to notice, and led him to the stairs next to the corridor.

The curved steps around the wall were much more docile than those at Hogwarts, only swaying slightly, and only stopped when Tom stepped up.

"Stairs have the ability to know people, and only those who are allowed can pass smoothly."

"Am I allowed?" Harry asked.

"It depends on your performance," said Tom.

Harry pouted.

"Remember what you promised?"

Harry stared back at him, does this guy have eyes in the back of his head?He couldn't bear to think about his experience in the first grade, it was really longer... He stammered angrily, "I didn't say anything!"

Tom's voice obviously carried a patient smile: "I can hear the complaint in your head."

"Of course, master of insanity." Harry couldn't help but sarcastically.

When they reached the second floor, there were lit candles floating in the corridor, all the way to the restaurant at the end.

Tom glanced at him, the scarlet in his eyes seemed to have been eaten away by the candlelight.

"No need for that, Harry," he said, "I just know you."

There were more candles floating in the dining room. A long table was placed in the center, surrounded by mainly silver and green decorations. At first glance, it looked like a shrunken version of the Hogwarts auditorium with only the Slytherin dining table intercepted.

Harry observed with some curiosity. Tom chose a seat at random and sat down. The wand clicked on the dining table, and a pair of exquisite tea sets appeared.

He ordered a teapot.Its spout twisted, and then it reached out to its own lid like a hand, and took it off as if a gentleman took off his hat. Tea and hot water appeared out of nowhere above, and after pouring it in, it carefully covered itself, reserved He twisted his body and stood still.

Harry felt that this teapot was more Slytherin than the Slytherin descendant in front of him.

"Choose a room you like on this floor." Tom took a cup of tea poured out of the teapot as usual, "then come over and have breakfast."

Harry walked around.There are many rooms on the second floor, each of which looks different, but without exception, they are all old and refined, exuding a unique femininity and elegance of Slytherin.Even the dark red carpet was eerily difficult to remind him of Gryffindor.

Finally he went back to the dining room and sat across from Tom.

"Have you chosen?" asked Tom.

Harry asked without answering, "Where do you live?"

Tom stared at him with strange allure in his eyes: "Want to live in my room?"

Harry's rebuttal was subconsciously delayed by half a beat.

"...not quite there yet," he said, looking away, "you haven't believed me that far yet, have you?"

Tom narrowed his eyes and didn't answer.

Harry heard a flick of his wand, and a hearty breakfast appeared on the table.

"Since you don't choose, you can only live next door to me." Tom concluded, "Let's eat now."

The door of Tom's room was closed. It didn't look special from the outside, but it was very close to the door of the adjacent room. Harry couldn't help but want to open it when he passed by.

Sure enough, it was locked.Unsurprisingly, he shrugged and went back to his room to pack his luggage.

He brought the last week's "Daily Prophet", "Daily Magic", "Quieker", and even entertainment magazines such as "Wizard Weekly" and "Quidditch Star Weekly" to ensure that his life of house arrest + imprisonment will not be boring to death Don't ask him why he insisted on coming to the Dark Lord's territory to make trouble, he just couldn't control himself, and even thought it was better than waiting in school alone.

He unfolded a copy of the "Daily Prophet" and saw the headline: "Suspicious Clouds in Cortland's False Accusation Case: The Ministry of Magic's Mysterious Forces Are Stirring, and the Man Behind the Scenes Has Been an Exonerated Death Eater!"

used to be?He wondered suspiciously, wondering if the leader of the Death Eaters next door agreed.

Harry continued to read the text, and found that the false accusation case was actually won by Principal Dumbledore, and the court date was on Christmas Day, which meant that Dumbledore rushed to help with this matter!

Fortunately, he won, otherwise his crime would be great.

This false accusation case has attracted a lot of attention recently, not only the Daily Prophet, but also the Daily Magic and the Quibbler followed up with the latest special reports.Even the press photos of "The Quibbler" showed the reporter's right hand with a carrot ring, and even Luna was sent to the trial to interview.

After flipping through the newspapers all morning, Harry started to feel hungry.There are only tables, chairs and bedding in the room. Although everything is furnished, there is no food.

His gaze began to drift toward the door.Although the door was closed all the time, Tom went downstairs after eating, and he never heard the sound of opening and closing the door, so he knew Tom was not there, and tried to call the house-elf, but nothing appeared.

Harry couldn't help walking towards the door.

No, he promised.

Harry stopped in front of the door, shook the handle for a moment, and finally let go in dejection.

His stomach was protesting to him, so Harry just lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, and after a while he actually fell asleep.

Tom did not go back to his room, because when he opened the Death Eater business cabinet in the lounge, he was flooded with parchments and news reports, and never had time to step out of the lounge.

For the Muggle Day experiment, he had stocked Death Eaters for nearly half a year, and even without reading these documents, he could tell that this group of idiots was reaching their limit.So he had to take time and energy to take care of this place in the emotional and magical vortex, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would become Dumbledore's second bird's nest.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that the light in the room became more and more dim, and when he pulled away to turn on the light, he suddenly realized something.

"Villi," he called, pulling out the model box of the castle.

The house-elf appeared.

"You can talk." He opened the model box, and zigzag light loops grew upwards, forming the structure of the entire castle. When he zoomed in on each cube inside, he could still see the text marked on it, among the densely packed Voldemort , only the grid on the second floor reads: "Harry Potter".

Tom stared at it and asked, "What's unusual about the guests on the second floor?"

"Honorable great and glorious Slytherin scion! Most honorable master of Villy! Vili knows—"

"Answer!" He turned his head and scolded impatiently, "only yes or no is allowed."

Willie's mouth immediately seemed to be enchanted: "Yes!"

Really abnormal?

Tom's first reaction was that he tried to leave the room, but the castle's permission model would restrict the wizard's actions, and if he forcibly violated it, he would leave a corresponding record, so he couldn't possibly not know.

Then... He rushed to the room on the second floor, opened the door and entered.

Before I entered, I heard a gurgling stomach sound coming from the room.He paused speechlessly, and gestured to Willie to let her go down to prepare dinner, and then he walked into the house and saw the savior among the piles of newspapers and magazines.

He lay weakly on the bed, raised his head, and then smashed it back on the pillow.

Tom was amused, and strangely itchy.

He walked over and turned Harry's face, "You're hungry."

Harry grunted and pushed his hand away.

"I've been hungry for a long time."

Unmoved, Tom pulled him up to eat.Harry was angry, uncooperative, dead as a coffin.Tom made more and more effort, and finally picked him up in a fit of rage.

"Hey!" Harry was taken aback, "Where did you get so much strength!"

If he hadn't eaten at noon, he would have fallen down and crushed him to death!

Tom suppressed his struggles ruthlessly and accurately. His digestion ability was extraordinary since he was a child, and a small amount of food was enough energy for a day. Of course, he was stronger than Harry at the moment, but Harry was pumping again recently. It got heavier, and under the vicious struggle of the savior, it finally turned into a princess hug strangling his neck.

As Tom walked out, the veins on his forehead were faintly bulging.

"Let go. Or I'll get you there by magic."

"What, can't hold it anymore?" Harry gloated and provoked him on his neck.

The veins in Tom's arms were throbbing too, and he should throw the kid off the second floor.

But Harry's arms gradually loosened, and finally he lay on top of him like a tired traveler, muttering very softly.

"I thought...you really wanted to starve me to death..."