The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After Voldemort hung up the phone, he called the house-elf.

"Let them go to the separate lounge and wait."

Willie kept bowing excitedly.

He got up and went back to the waiting room where the Death Eaters were waiting.

It is said to be a lounge, but the space is actually very large. In addition to the four rows of rest seats, there is also a long table for meetings.Everyone consciously sat on both sides of the long table and waited. They had just experienced a wave of punishment, and their spirits were a little weak. Only the Malfoys whose fate had not yet been decided were still tense.

The couple noticed the Dark Lord walking in for the first time, and they both stood up subconsciously, forcing the other Death Eaters to also stand up quickly.

Voldemort glanced at them, but said: "The meeting is over. Lucius and Narcissa stay."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.The order came a little suddenly, and there were obviously some things that had not been discussed, but they didn't dare to say anything, and filed out obediently.

Countless thoughts swirled in Lucius' mind, carefully looking at the leader of the Dark Lord, thinking about the right time to continue the unfinished report.But the Dark Lord was resting his thumbs lightly on his temples, his eyes closed.He glanced at Narcissa, who shook his head slightly at him, Lucius had to endure it.After a while, the pressure of silence made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and finally couldn't help coughing lightly, ready to take the initiative to say something.

"Quiet, Lucius."

Voldemort cut him off with one sentence.Lucius froze in his seat.Voldemort put down his hands, but turned his eyes to Narcissa who was as quiet as a chicken.

"I heard that you and Lucius have a very good relationship." He said without warning.

Narcissa's heart tightened, but she turned her head but did not dare to look directly at him.

"Yes," she replied cautiously, "...probably because we never quarrel, Master."

Voldemort turned to Lucius: "You think so too?"

Lucius glanced at his wife in bewilderment, not understanding why this question came from.

Narcissa just stared in the direction of the Dark Lord, unable to see any emotion, Lucius unconsciously squeezed the armrest tightly, racking his brains to prevent possible loopholes: "Narcisa is of pure Black blood..."

"Narcissa, tell me."

said Voldemort impatiently.

Narcissa trembled slightly, apparently not understanding the Dark Lord's intentions.Voldemort finally mercifully instructed: "Confess to your husband, Narcissa."

Narcissa was stunned, she and her husband looked at each other, and forced a smile.

Voldemort waited patiently, but the silence was more oppressive than any words.Narcissa took a deep breath, cleared away distracting thoughts, and said to Lucius who was more nervous than herself: "I am very happy to marry you, Lucius."

Lucius shuddered slightly, and even the Dark Lord felt a little softness in the tension on his side.

"You have treated me and our son impeccably, and for so many years, running around for Malfoy and Black's benefit, no matter what you have been through, you have not given up hope, you have not given up on me. At this point, I can tell anyone Man, I am happy."

Lucius opened his mouth to call her name, but couldn't.

Narcissa waited for a while, but the Dark Lord still didn't give any further instructions, so she could only bite the bullet and continue: "Recently...you're not doing well..." She chose her words carefully, trying not to seem to suggest anything, "I see You work outside every day, you can’t sleep well at night, and you can’t help much. You can only discipline the house elves and take care of your daily life. Fortunately, our little dragon... Draco is more competitive. I am very grateful and also Satisfied. I think you've done enough, Lucius..."

Her fingers rubbed against the hem of the skirt slightly, and she dragged her voice, not waiting for someone to interrupt her.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "You've been good to me, Lucius...I love you."

Lucius' nerves tensed again as he found the Dark Lord's gaze on himself - it seemed his turn.

"Me...Me too, Cissy." Lucius said anxiously, "Me too...you are a perfect wife and mother, always manage our life well, attend various occasions with ease, Today, he is still so beautiful and moving... Draco was also brought up very well by you, he is the perfect heir of the Malfoy family, I love you..."

"Enough." Voldemort lost interest, announced the end of the meeting indifferently, and left the lounge first, leaving the Malfoys at a loss in the empty lounge.

Where did they say it wrong?

In fact, they were so true, so true that it annoyed Voldemort.

He called Narcissa for no other reason than to see the love of the so-called model couple.It turned out that his distaste for these things was the same as ever, unchanged.

Harry was thrown on the floor of the living room by Bellatrix. With his agility, he avoided the danger of hurting his knee, but he still unavoidably hissed softly.

Willie, the house-elf, took them to this gorgeous drawing room, which Harry hadn't been in since it was on the first floor, but secretly thanked the thick plush carpet, which made sitting on the floor less uncomfortable.

"Be honest." Bella sat on the armchair, ordered the teapot to start making tea, and warned, "Master will be here in a while."

"He wants us to wait here?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"Shut up!" Bella taught in a vicious voice, "Don't be disrespectful to the master!"

"..." Harry was short of breath, what did he say?

Bella quickly ignored him.She hadn't been summoned for a long time, so she was inevitably a little nervous. She checked her hair through the glass of the bookcase in the reception room, and checked whether there were any omissions in her outfit today.

Harry still remembered Meghan's chasing words, and seeing her performance, his eyes unconsciously became a little wary.

"You like Voldemort, don't you?" he asked grimly.

Bella immediately took out her wand: "How dare you call the master's name directly!"

"I've never dared." Harry looked straight at her without showing any weakness, "Did you know that from the first day?"

For some reason, even though he was sitting on the ground with his hands and feet bound, and even with his wand in Bella's hand, she felt threatened and provoked.

She gritted her teeth, "Duanxin—"

"You'd better think about it carefully." Harry said confidently, "I know you have a ban and you can't hurt me."

Bella was trembling with anger, but quickly calmed down, put away her wand, and snorted coldly.

"Just enjoy this last moment, Potter. If it falls into our hands, the master will take care of you himself."

"That's good," Harry mumbled, asking her again, "When did you like him?"

This time Bella was aroused with suspicion, "What's the matter with you?"

"Does he like you?" Harry asked aggressively.

Bella was irritated again: "Of course the master likes me! Potter, I warn you, don't talk too much, or I will give you a silence spell before the master comes!"

"You mean you two are in love?" Harry's tone sharpened. "Then why didn't you let me tell?"

"I—we..." Bella gritted her teeth full of fear, but couldn't speak.

Harry confronted her for a while, then smiled, and said firmly, "You're wishful thinking."

He thought Bella would be furious, but she was silent, stood up and walked towards him.The dim candlelight in the room cast her shadows on Harry, and the fire in the fireplace stretched them longer and shorter.

She crouched down slowly, grabbed the rope around Harry, and threw him so hard that her knees pressed into his chest, gasping for breath.

"I do not care."

There was a terrifying calmness on her face, almost ferocious.

"I'm telling you, Potter, I don't care. Trying to use this to sow discord is the most stupid act of yours, you don't understand at all. As long as it is for the master, I can carry out the most dangerous tasks without hesitation, and those who are most difficult to deal with If you fight against the characters of your own, persist until the last moment, you can also endure the cruelest torture in the world, lose all your happiness and freedom, and linger in a dark place, waiting for his return!"

The teapot on the table shook slightly, as if the tea had been brewed.But the two of them didn't care about it.

Harry's eyes reflected Bella's faintly frenzied outline.

"Understood, Potter? I can do anything! As long as the master needs..."

"I need you to get up."

A grim voice interrupted her.

Bella's heart trembled, the back of her neck was pinched and grabbed, and she was roughly thrown behind her.But she didn't dare to resist at all, because that was exactly the master in her mouth.

Harry was dragged up and put on the sofa, looking at Voldemort's expressionless face, his breathing was not calmed down.

He just wanted to open his mouth to ask something, but his chin was pinched and his lips were pressed irresistibly.

The sound of gasping sounded not far away... It was Bellatrix, the thought flashed through Harry's mind, and his attention was quickly snatched away by the snatch between his lips and teeth.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out to hug him, but he was tied up so he couldn't move, he could only wriggle anxiously and helplessly.

Voldemort let go of him and said in a low voice, "I need you to be quiet."

Harry nodded in agreement, his heart was beating a little painfully, and he even forgot to ask him to untie the rope.

Voldemort didn't seem to intend to answer, and turned to Bella lying on the ground without saying a word.

"Master..." Bella's voice trembled, revealing grief and anger that could not be ignored. She subconsciously retreated a distance with her hands, "Master..."

"Stay farther away," said Voldemort condescendingly, "to the base of the wall."

Bella reached out her hand beggingly, but was stopped by his ruthless eyes.

"Need me to help you?" There was a yew wood wand in his hand.

Bella flinched, but shook her head and got up, and retreated to the wall as instructed.

The distance and angle prevented Harry from observing them well, but the conversation came through verbatim.

"What are my orders?" Voldemort's voice asked.

"...forbid...persecution of Potter..."

"What do I want you to do with that Muggle?"

"...forget nothing..."

"How do you do it?"

"...I modified her memory without hurting a single hair of Potter, Master—"

No, Harry thought to himself, he swore he lost more than one hair when he was grabbed.

But he didn't speak, because the muffled sound of his kneeling body showed what was happening over there.

"Master...Master..." he heard Bella whisper in despair, "Why... why Potter... he doesn't deserve it... he doesn't deserve it...!"

Voldemort seemed to smile, and his voice became softer: "Then tell me, Bella, who do you think is worthy?" He asked softly, "You?"

Harry's heart tightened, and he couldn't help thinking angrily, what's the point of asking?

"I...I would...Master, you know I've always been willing—ah!" Her voice was cut off by a sudden cry of pain, and her voice was hissing and trembling.

"What does it matter to me if you are willing?" He asked, "Is it important that you are willing?"

Bella could only let out a soft whimper.

Voldemort pressed relentlessly, "Answer."

"No...not important...it has nothing to do with you..."

After she finished speaking intermittently, she broke down and cried unbearably.

"Very well." Voldemort's voice was merciless, only a layer of emphasis, "Remember well, it doesn't matter what you think, obeying my will comes first."

"Yes... yes, master..."

After getting a satisfactory answer, he said again: "You saw today...Harry is mine, and no one is allowed to get involved, understand?"

This time her answer was much more difficult, "...I...understand..."

"You have done well in the past, Bella..." Voldemort's voice grew colder, "Don't let me down."

All the breaking down and crying stopped, and she said firmly, "Yes."

Harry heard her stumbling away as Voldemort walked back towards him, blocking the candlelight with his tall figure.

His deep features were especially handsome when they were calm, and the rope on Harry's body suddenly became very present, as if rubbing against his skin and burning.At this moment Voldemort seemed extremely elusive, and Harry felt a sense of immersion in the darkness, as if he was exposed in the mid-air of the bottomless abyss. Whether he was suffocated or weightless, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Help me untie it..." He broke the silence impatiently, writhing on the sofa, trying to break free from the rope.

The color in Voldemort's eyes deepened, and he slowly bent down, supporting the backrest behind him with one hand, and the yew wood wand silently untied Harry's legs, pushing in with one knee.

"At first, I thought we'd better calm down for a while..." He stared down at Harry's lips, which were licked nervously by his master, "But I figured it out, Harry."

Harry wanted to ask him what he had figured out, but his fingers pinched his lips, and he burrowed in further, flicking his tongue.Harry blushed instantly, and wanted to push away his troublesome hands, but found that his hands were still tied——Voldemort hadn't untied his upper body!

Harry's embarrassment pleased Voldemort, who said with a half-smile, "Lick well, Harry."

Then, admiring Harry's face flushed because of this sentence, he pulled his fingers and turned to more sensitive parts.

Harry's breathing came heavily, and his green eyes were startlingly bright looking at him, but his hands were tied and he could only send his body forward.

This scene made him even more eager.

"That's right, Harry," he said in a low voice, "we are not pampered ladies, there is no need to engage in that sticky hypocrisy."

When he finally got in, he said, "Just scream, I like to hear it."