The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

On the early morning of New Year's Eve, Harry woke up earlier than usual, and the sky was still dark with snow.

He got off the bed carefully, trying not to disturb his boyfriend who shared the bed.

After the lockdown, life became better.They lived in the same room, and Tom's anorexia seemed to be relieved along with the symptoms of workaholics. Not only did three meals come on time, but he didn't work overtime after dinner. Instead, he washed and slept slowly with him. There was no experiment or death eating Outlaws, exactly the happy times Harry was looking forward to.

In addition to today's day, although he is a little nervous, he is also looking forward to it.

Harry picked up his clothes and was about to go out to change furtively, but was stopped by the expected voice.

"Where to go."

Harry turned his head, Tom was still lying there with the back of his hand on his forehead, a rare sleepiness in his voice.

"Change here."

Harry sighed and unbuttoned his pajamas, "I don't want to wake you up."

Tom leaned over to support his head, and silently lit the soft light by the bed.

"No need," Harry took out his wand, turned off the light again, walked over and kissed his forehead hair, "it's too early, go on to sleep—" before he finished speaking, the latter pulled him over, but Pushed away before going deep.

Harry knew at once that the other party had committed another mistake—disgusted that they didn't brush their teeth—and couldn't help but secretly amused.

Tom always seemed extra human at times like this, Harry liked it, and sometimes even teased him with it.

"I'm going to sweep the snow in the yard." He explained vaguely, hoping that dozing off would effectively reduce his boyfriend's shrewdness. "Let's go for a walk together after dinner."

"...shoveling? Walking?" Tom asked incredulously. "This kind of weather?"

Harry didn't expect him to complain about the weather, as if their roles were reversed, which was really fresh and interesting.If it weren't for the mission in his heart, he really wanted to stay and say a few more words.

"So I'll go alone."

Before closing the door, another instruction came from the bed: "Don't forget breakfast."

Harry smiled, "No."

Tom lay for a while, mostly awake.He never needs a long sleep time, so once he wakes up, he can't fall asleep easily, so he just gets up and washes up.

Sinking into the bath, he still couldn't figure out what Harry could do in his castle.

But Harry was clearly going to drum up something, and he was going to let it go for a while.

always will know.

The winter nights are long, and there is only a dim snow scene in the yard, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Tom looked away, picked up some of the latest newspapers, and sat on the dining table to read them.

As expected, the bribery scandal between the Carlos and sisters became more and more serious. Fearing that the world would not be chaotic, the major newspapers dug up all the old gossip and hyped them up, and almost suggested that they should be sent to Azkaban.The public was aroused by righteous indignation, and they came out to share their experience of being excluded and discriminated against by the pure-blood family, and the victims of the Death Eaters in the past also came out to make a fuss. Pure-blood wizards and Death Eaters absolved.

As expected, it's still almost ready...

Harry came back weather-beaten before full daylight.There was still unswept snow on his shoulders, his nose was red from the cold, but his eyes were shining brightly, looking very excited.

"Finished?" Tom asked with a half-smile in disbelief.

Harry didn't feel guilty at all, and returned him a smug smile.The cutlery was already set on the table, and I just urged: "Hurry up and serve dinner!"

Tom watched him for a moment, then ordered his plate.A hearty roast whole lamb and polenta appeared.

After a meal, Harry felt warm all over.

Tom was eating porridge on the opposite side. He ordered the house-elf to make something warmer, but he didn't have an appetite.

Harry noticed it keenly, and urged him to eat more.

"You know you're annoying today." Tom casually stared at the leg of lamb he'd stuffed into the plate, and flipped it critically. "I'd better have an explanation."

Harry grumbled, "You should be a little patient."

Tom looked at him.Harry hesitated for a while, then gave up resignedly.

"Okay, that's it. Let's go out."

Tom said again: "I didn't promise you to go out."

"I beg you, OK?" said the Savior with great resilience. "A walk helps digestion."

This was the first time Harry begged him. Tom felt a little loose, but he was still dissatisfied that this was the first time he came so hastily. How could he beg him so easily when he didn't see him?

He decided to find out what kind of medicine was sold in this little devil's gourd.

Seeing him nodding, Harry's excitement surged up again, and he deliberately pulled him back to the bedroom, put on a scarf and looked for gloves, trying to wrap him up tightly before giving up.

"I can use Charms if I need to, Harry," he said patiently, God knows how many years since no one cared about his clothes, or in their own yard.

"I know, I know." Harry said perfunctorily, still insisting on putting gloves on him, "but this is very handsome!"

……what?

He hadn't heard such a reason appearing in his own world so seriously for a long time, he was stunned for a while before he realized it, and couldn't help laughing.

It really is a puberty kid...

"You like it?" he asked intriguingly, "...leather gloves?"

"And a fleece hat and scarf." Harry continued to equip him with his thermal kit without stopping.

That look of high interest made him want to tease him, and he stretched the leather glove along his neck into his clothes, with a slight coolness, and the light force tickled his flesh.

Harry jumped up unbearably, "Oh hahaha, don't! Don't move—"

"Don't move? That's fine..." He said unhurriedly, and Harry really couldn't help but snap back: "No, don't move your hands, your feet will go with me."

He was amused by Harry's logic, and finally touched the boy's cheek, "You think there is such a beautiful thing?"

While holding his hand, Harry wrapped the scarf around him for the last time, looked at him, and suddenly smiled, "Anything is possible today."

The heavy snow had stopped, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the courtyard. As the sky became brighter, the sky and the earth became transparent and white.The two of them stepped on the thick snow, and they were both born with white skin. In the snow, they looked fairer and paler. They breathed mist, like fresh and vivid murals.

Before he had gone far, Tom saw the snowdrifts bulging under the pines.The nearby snow has been shoveled together and piled up into a cone-shaped hill in the center. With good eyesight, you can still see a round snowball on the top of the hill.

"This is..." He had a bad premonition. Although he hadn't done it himself, it's not like he hasn't seen it...

Harry took his hand and ran involuntarily.

"It's you, Tom!" he announced, laughing. "Come here!"

"……stop."

Seeing him getting annoyed, Harry immediately let go and ran wildly. The strength of the Quidditch players exploded, and the French Dark Lord couldn't catch up immediately.Finally, the two came to the snowman, both panting.

Tom was still worthy of the name of the Great Demon King, he almost recovered after taking a few breaths, straightened up and walked towards Harry.

"Look, Tom."

Harry pointed at the Yeti before he could attack.

Under the tall pine tree, the snowman is nearly two meters high. There are two red eyes dotted on the spherical head, without nose and mouth, which looks a little cute, but also very expressive to a certain extent.

But what Harry was referring to was not these, but the two arms-like cylindrical lines protruding from the snowman's abdomen. At their intersection, there was a flat disk made of snow, on which stood several candles. They look like they've been randomly grabbed from one of those floating around the castle.

Harry said softly: [Happy birthday. 】

Candles are lit.The eyes of the savior were like candlelight, looking at him harmoniously.

[Make a wish, Tom.Today is your birthday. 】

Tom stared at the huge snowman in front of him and didn't speak for a long time.To be honest, he really didn't realize that today was his birthday.In theory, he knew today's date—just confirmed it again from the newspaper—and remembered his own birthday date, but he didn't have the consciousness that they coincided today.

Such coincidences had never made sense to him, and had therefore long since been ignored as routine.

Now it seems that someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder to remind him, hey, this day is special, special because of you.

For the first time, he found the concept exciting.

Harry observed him, and explained anxiously: "Well, I don't know how to make cakes, and I don't want to alarm you in advance, so I'll use this one made of snow first, and we'll go find a restaurant to eat cakes later."

Tom's eyes turned to him, showing no emotion, which made Harry feel guilty immediately, and raised his hand to confirm: "I treat you! I promise! Buy whatever you want!"

"Very few people know about this day...how did you know?" asked Tom.

It's over.Harry thought, he's not as easy to fool as Nagini, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to move out Dumbledore at this time... He was quick to think: "Uh, make a wish, the candle is going out."

Indeed, although there was no wind in the courtyard, a small air current in the ice and snow was enough to stir up the candle flame to death. At this moment, there was almost only a little flame left in one candle wick.

Harry quickly picked them up with his wand, and tried to take off his cloak to keep them out of the wind.

But Tom stopped him, let the candles flutter in the wind, and whispered: "...I don't have any wishes that need to be wished to come true."

Harry was slightly taken aback, not knowing what to feel in his heart.

"...You can think about it." He said softly, "I'll wait."

Tom looked down at the candles, and Harry even calculated his age and arranged them in the shape of a number seven.Seven...is a magic number...maybe it can be useful...

But he really can't think of anything, and he will plan step by step to realize what he wants. Even if it is impossible, there is always evidence to follow, or it can be overcome a little bit, or it can be eliminated fundamentally.

For a long while, his head was still like dry grass, without any thoughts.

I don't know if it will tarnish his Dark Lord's reputation if rumors about his lack of talent for wishing come out... But since it's what Harry wants, let's just choose the one he might want to make come true...

"Have you made up your mind?"

Harry's voice came from a little distance away, he turned around and found that the savior ran a few steps away at some point.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.

"Hey, it's okay." Harry smiled a little slyly, "I've thought about blowing out the candles quickly."

Obviously there is a ghost.Tom looked at him scrutinizingly, but Harry made no intention of coming over, so he said, "Come here, together."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but didn't dare to be too obvious, and took a slow step.

"No need, the birthday boy has to blow the candles alone."

"Since you know that I'm a birthday star," the Dark Lord's best method is to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation, "you should meet my request."

Harry couldn't resist him, he secretly threw the things in his hands, and came over helplessly.

Before blowing out the candles, he reminded in a low voice, "You must close your eyes to make a wish."

This time Tom closed his eyes as he had wished, and Harry was secretly delighted, and while he was blowing out the last candle, he crouched down slowly without making a sound.

As soon as Tom opened his eyes, he was greeted with a snowball attack diagonally below.Akatsuki's reaction was extremely quick, but he couldn't escape the chill of scattered snow falling into his neck after being hit on the shoulder.

"Harry!" he called dangerously.

Harry had already jumped two meters away, and invited enthusiastically: "Come and play snowball fights, Tom, Nagini said you have never played before, I will teach you!"

What are they talking about all day... Tom groaned, and pulled off the scarf, "Are you sure you want to play this with me?"

While he didn't start to catch up, Harry stooped to catch the snow as he ran, almost turning it into a snowball, and then threw it back, "I put gloves, a scarf and a hat on you, the best equipment!"

Tom walked towards him unhurriedly, dodging the snowball, "You'd better watch out, Harry, I've never been one to play by the rules."

Harry smiled shrewdly, "I guessed it - the Firebolt is coming!"

Tom held up his wand to stop it, and Harry immediately threw a snowball over, forcing the wand off course.

"Hey, just losing me is not a snowball fight!"

Tom gave a wicked smile, "Don't you regret it."

He lowered his wand, shooting a flash of red light, which slammed into the snow in front of Harry's feet, causing a cloud of snow to fly.

Harry was dumbfounded: "Hey! You! You just—"

"You thought I wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on you, didn't you?" The red in Tom's eyes became even more sinister. "It's time to end your delusion, Harry."

At this moment, the whistling wind came, and Harry didn't dare to step back carelessly, but still accurately grasped the flying broom, turned over and jumped on it, narrowly dodging another red light.

"You bastard, you're crazy!" he yelled.The broom drew an arc, and with the speed of galloping, shot the snowball in his hand from an extremely tricky angle, and hit Tom's blocking arm, which made him frown slightly.

Harry shouted excitedly in the air: "Hahahaha, then I'm welcome!"

One of them threw snowballs in the air, and the other threw the Cruciatus Curse on the ground for free. They got carried away with the game, and they didn't stop fighting until Harry's stomach was empty.

At noon, the two went to the long-lost Muggle apartment, because Harry was thinking about the delicious cakes in the Fibonacci coffee shop downstairs.

After learning that they were here for their birthday, the clerk specially presented them with a birthday hat.Harry laughed for a long time, and stopped before Tom pressed his face into the cake.

"Really, look at it with Dai Dai, it must be very cute." He suffocated his smile and persuaded him sincerely.

"I don't need to be cute," Tom snapped. "And that clerk is one sentence away from Cruciatus. You can say it again."

Harry raised his hands in surrender: "My lord birthday is the tallest." He picked up the birthday hat and put it on his head, "I can't live up to the kindness of others. If you don't wear it, I will wear it."

The paper crown made the messy hair tidy and aggrieved, and the short hair sticking out from the crevice was more flavorful when it was secretly rubbed.Lord Shou Xing was so pleased that he was pleased, and finally he was willing to cut the cake.

"What did you wish for?" Harry asked curiously.

Tom glanced at him. "Want to know?"

Hearing this tone, Harry knew there was a pit waiting for him, but he still nodded bravely.

Tom put the finished slice of the cake to Harry's mouth.

"lick."

It was obviously a perfectly normal request, but Harry blushed instantly, stuck out his tongue hesitantly, and lightly licked the cream off the knife.

"Need me to teach you?" Tom chuckled softly, "Lick it clean."

Harry glanced around, and then at Tom, whose expression remained unchanged, and tried to reach out to get the knife himself, but as expected, he couldn't get it.

"Here?" Harry asked in a low voice, clearly distraught.

"What are you thinking?" Tom teased him intentionally, and then put down the knife as if it was all right, "It's okay if you don't want to now, you have to lick slowly when you go back, Harry."

His evil gaze seemed to be stripping him naked.

While it's coldest when the snow melts, this New Year's Eve might be too hot for some.