The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

On New Year's Day, Harry didn't get out of bed properly all day.Tom fed him a New Year's dinner in the bedroom, and the two of them lay on the bed and enjoyed the latest Muggle home theater technology. It is said that Dave, the secretary, recommended it to the boss to install it a few months ago because he had nowhere to spend the budget. Tom These have always been approved without even looking at them.

"Dave's still alive?" Harry asked in surprise.

"..." Tom laughed darkly, "It can be killed too."

Harry choked. "You know sometimes you can be more flattering."

"That will give you a false illusion," said Tom casually. "It's good to see that you live in an illusion, but it's better that you're smarter these days."

Almost every word in just three short sentences shoots Harry hard, and sometimes it has to be admitted that Tom is as good at trying to be annoying as he is when he is trying to be likable.

Harry's curiosity was dealt a devastating blow.Fortunately, he is the savior, and his resurrection ability is no worse than that of the Dark Lord.

"So, what are you trying to do with the Muggles?"

Although he continued to ask tenaciously, Harry was subconsciously cautious.He could think of what these Muggle people were there for in the first place - the dark lord's hidden magic-free moment - and that was a dangerous subject.

They have never talked since the exposure, like a silent tacit understanding.

"I haven't solved my problem." Tom was unexpectedly straightforward. "There's always a time for them."

Harry took a sneak peek at him, with no abnormal expression on his face, facing the intense scene of serial explosions on the screen calmly, with almost no emotion.

Harry knew that this was a sign he didn't want to talk about.

Other than that, everything else was not bad for the start of the new year.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise in the center of Muggle London's most prosperous city, they enjoyed the Muggle fireworks celebrating the New Year. Through the neon and light flow, Harry was still the first one among them to say Happy New Year, Tom After a while, he replied the same words blandly.

Harry already felt very warm.It is the warmth related to Voldemort that I never dared to think about.

The good times are always short-lived. They returned to Hogwarts the day before school started. Harry went back to the dormitory to organize things, but he did not expect to meet Dumbledore who was about to knock on the door when he opened the door.

Harry took two steps back almost in shock, "Deng, Principal Dumbledore..."

Akatsuki was Dumbledore, and she didn't expect that it would be Harry who opened the door. She froze for a moment and even forgot to say hello.

What a misleading scene this is.On the last day of the holiday, he was not in his dormitory, but walked out of Voldemort's office... Harry was almost terrified to explain something, but he was even more horrified to find that he had nothing to explain!

Fortunately, the old principal was weather-beaten after all, and he quickly came back to his senses, showing him a comforting smile: "Harry, how are you doing during the holidays?"

Harry couldn't bear the flicker of speculation across his face, though it was quickly replaced by a genial smile.

"I……"

"It's none of your business." Voldemort interrupted coldly, grabbed the doorknob majestically, and stood between him and Dumbledore, showing full disgust, "Go back to your office, Dumbledore, you are not welcome here you."

Harry anxiously and objected to stop him from speaking harshly to Dumbledore, but before he could say anything, he felt absurd first, so he quietly reached out and pulled his clothes, and looked at Dumbledore awkwardly from behind him: " Principal, I'm fine, are you here to find...um, Tom?"

He looked embarrassed and in disbelief.Although Voldemort had been a professor for a semester, he never thought that Dumbledore and him would have a private visit, and he was very worried that Voldemort would pull out his yew wand and emit a green light the next second.

Voldemort had indeed touched his wand, but he just leaned against the door frame indifferently, using his eyes to drive away the uninvited visitor.

Dumbledore had to turn his eyes to Voldemort, and said quietly: "I think there are some things that must be told to Professor Riddle in advance. Mind giving us some time, Harry?"

Voldemort squinted his eyes to examine him, and a few guesses flashed in his mind. Finding him at this time is nothing more than a few possible things...

"I..." Harry looked at the Dark Lord standing in front of him, and at Dumbledore who was standing at the door. At this time, if he wanted to go out, he would have passed five levels and killed six generals, and the winning rate was zero, " At least... make way for me?"

Dumbledore narrowed his gaze, stepped back kindly, and apologized with a smile.

Voldemort glanced at him, and moved away slowly, also sullenly.

Harry was able to walk out of the office without incident.

It's just that in this short two-step walk, there was a bit of a dangerous illusion.

Voldemort and Dumbledore didn't say a word, they faced each other in tacit understanding, but they didn't explode, as if they were waiting for Harry to leave.

Harry didn't want to leave and had no reason to stay, so he could only look back three times with every step.

In the end, I still couldn't hold back, and after some deliberation, I ran back and told Voldemort: [At least don't do it first, okay? 】

Voldemort and Dumbledore looked at him strangely almost at the same time, being stared at by two pairs of penetrating eyes at the same time, even the savior could not stand it, he stared deeply at Voldemort for a while, then glanced at the principal again, Worried and left.

Two people were left watching his back with different expressions.

Voldemort stood up first and walked back to the office. Dumbledore paused, followed and closed the door.Harry, who had sneaked back wearing an invisibility cloak, could only stare outside the door.

In the room, Voldemort sat back on the office chair by himself without any hospitality, without a word to indicate Dumbledore's seat, and the indifference in his eyes seemed to say: You stand.

Dumbledore, of course, chose not to understand it, and cheerfully found himself the most comfortable seat on the sofa to sit down, but his mind was replaying the scene where Harry opened the door just now.

Although he was the one who came to the door on his own initiative, Voldemort was the one who spoke first.

"You're not going to get any answers about Harry."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he cut off the first sentence he wanted to ask.

"So, next."

Dumbledore's gaze was fixed on Voldemort, his blue eyes narrowed uncomfortably because of the backlight, this expression was rare, he was always the one sitting behind the desk and observing others.But the Defense Against the Dark Arts office doesn't belong to him now, daylight pours in through the window, spills into the desk and into his eyes, the person sitting behind the desk is Voldemort, the backlight makes his expression shrouded in shadow, it is no longer easy to recognize .

Still, the best way to face the shadow is to look straight at it.

"The Potions professor needs to be replaced temporarily." He informed calmly, "Also, officials from the Ministry of Magic will accompany the inspectors from the World Cup committee to the school for a pre-competition inspection. I hope you can respect their personal safety in the school. .”

Although there was no agreement or promise, Voldemort basically acquiesced to Dumbledore's request for the personal safety of the school's faculty members. This time there were new personnel changes-especially the position of Snape who had betrayed the Death Eaters Changes - It is wisest to speak up in advance.No matter what Voldemort's attitude is, he can be prepared before things break out.

Voldemort was not surprised, he just asked with a sneer, "Who is the new professor?"

There is no point in concealing it, Dumbledore replied straightforwardly: "Our old acquaintance, Horace Slughorn." He said softly, "You were his most proud student back then, I believe you can get along very well .”

This candidate was also carefully selected, and it took a lot of effort to invite him out of the mountain.It was hard to find a non-Death Eater who had a good relationship with Voldemort.Fortunately, he had already set his sights on Horace for some other reasons, otherwise there would really be no replacement for Snape in such a short period of time, and he never wanted to see another teaching position at Hogwarts come to an end. In the hands of the Death Eater Paris.

Voldemort smiled sarcastically. "I can promise you, Dumbledore, but there is one question that needs to be answered," he asked softly. "Who will be the head of Slytherin?"

The subtext is obvious.

Dumbledore stared at him, knowing that what he needed was not a real answer, but one that satisfied him.

This answer just stepped on the bottom line that he could tolerate, waiting for him impartially.

Of course, he would say yes, after getting some necessary commitments.

When the meeting between the two finally ended, Harry was already impatiently waiting in the dormitory.

He couldn't hear anything at the door, so he had to go back to the dormitory first.After packing up his things and feeling worried, he took out his phone and sent a text message to Voldemort: [You didn't do anything, did you? ]

[not dead. ] Harry was relieved to get such a reply.He knew Voldemort's attitude towards the headmaster very well, the harsher his words, the better he was okay, he could even imagine his sneering expression when he was typing, he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

[Thank you. ] he replied.