The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Sirius paced anxiously around the Shrieking Shack, agreeing with Dumbledore that Harry's connection to Voldemort was dangerous.But Harry clearly needed a stronger reason than the guts and speculations of the two of them.Dumbledore could not explain all this, and only rely on Harry's trust in him to force him to continue learning Occlumency, but Sirius was different. He hoped that he and Harry could understand each other, and would rather take the risk than Harry. Wronged.

"...Well then, Harry, I'll go and test your idea." Sirius said.

Harry shook his head. "No need, Sirius. I'll keep learning Occlumency. But I think we - Headmaster Dumbledore - can make more of my scar. I think we can use it .”

Sirius smiled wryly: "Even I have to say, it's a bit idealistic. That person's attainments in inspiriting and Occlumency are extraordinary, and the Order of the Phoenix agrees that if the scar can be used, then you will be killed by him." more likely to be exploited.”

His statement was more euphemistic. In fact, Moody directly shouted at the meeting that we have a Potter savior monitored by Voldemort at any time-of course he retorted angrily, but he knew that many people agreed with Moody in their hearts.

Harry said fieryly: "Then don't let me be used in any way! Just like now, don't let me know anything! Even if Voldemort turns to look at my memory, there is no threat, is there? "

Sirius had always known that Harry had a lot of resentment, and immediately became guilty: "We don't really want to hide it from you, Harry—"

"I've had enough!" Harry stood up abruptly, "I don't understand the point of all this? The scar hasn't moved for a long time, and I haven't even done anything to him except for that moment of coma caused by Voldemort's emotional excitement." The dream of my dream - now it's good, I don't know anything at all! Like a fool at school, I didn't know anything and whitewashed the old hag Umbridge. I was the one who witnessed Voldemort's resurrection, Remember? I was more anxious than anyone, I wanted to be against him, I wanted to be useful to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, I wanted to protect friends and lovers - I wanted to protect Tom!" His vision was tingling with emotion. Blurred, the scar was throbbing again, but it didn't feel the same as when Voldemort was in a rage, Harry ignored it, and his voice changed a little, "—Tom is innocent, but I've got him involved, there's no way out I can't have been with him in secret all the time - sooner or later - sooner or later he will know who I am, and know what kind of terrible situation I dragged him into - even if he can forgive, he can continue to act as if nothing happened I'm going to live like that - not Death Eaters! They're going to find him, imprison him, torture him - just to get me!"

"Harry! Harry—" Sirius grabbed his shoulders and begged, "Calm down! Harry, please!"

There was a boisterous laugh, and they fell silent, Sirius reassuring Harry with his eyes, then walked to the wall and watched through a chink in the planks.

It was a group of Hogwarts students, they passed by in groups, laughing and chatting happily, and soon the sound faded away.

Sirius walked back, and Harry had regained his senses from the commotion.

"You have to go quickly, Sirius." He said quickly, "I'm fine. You've been out for a long time, it's too dangerous outside, you hurry back to Grimmauld Place."

Sirius disagreed. "It's okay to stay a little longer. Harry, you're not doing well, and I can't leave you."

Harry walked to the wall, keeping an eye on what was going on around him.While whispering: "I really lost control just now... I shouldn't lose my temper at you... Sorry, Sirius."

Sirius walked up to him, "No. You don't need to apologize to me, Harry. I'm your godfather, you can lose your temper with me. I have a responsibility to accommodate you, and I want to accommodate you. Know? I witnessed you birth."

Harry's eyes trembled and moved to Sirius.The dark gray in those eyes made the vision moist.

"...I'm fine, Sirius." Harry quickly dispelled the water vapor, and looked at the ground uncomfortably, "It's just...I thought about the possibility that Tom has magical powers...but just now I suddenly realized that even if he really He has magical powers and can continue to live a comfortable life in the Muggle world, but I dragged him into the war... Whether he is a wizard or a Muggle, the situation will not change... I hate feeling so powerless, Sirius , even if I were to fight, it would be better than dragging down the people around me without knowing anything..."

Sirius peered sadly through the crack in the wall, brooding over Harry's situation.He thought, Harry and James are really exactly the same, willing to go through fire and water for their lover, but don't want to drag others down.If it were James, it would be even more intolerable for Lily to be in danger because of him.In fact, the scenes of James and Harry were just reversed. It was James who lived a carefree life, while Lily was made things difficult because of her Muggle background. James' greatest motivation and courage to fight against the Dark Lord was to protect Lily. and fight this fact.But Harry obviously has more power than his lover, but he can only let the other party be dragged into the most dangerous war.

The more Sirius thought about it, the more he understood Harry's restlessness and uneasiness. Dumbledore's strategy was correct, but Harry should have his own right to choose...

He figured out something.At this time Harry urged him again: "Someone is coming, Sirius, you go."

This time he nodded, and finally said, "I'm going to tell you something, Harry... go back and find the double-way mirror."

Harry nodded wildly in agreement, hoping that he would hurry back to a safe place.

After Sirius, Harry waited a while longer to leave the Shrieking Shack to make sure no one noticed.

He came to the Three Broomsticks full of thoughts, asked for something and waited for Ron.During this time, he began to think about the results of the magic test spell.

He was pretty sure the spell didn't hit Tom, at least not on Tom's back or shoulder as it required.At most, he just missed it by wiping his clothes - in fact he didn't think he even touched the hem of Tom's coat - but how did the wand end up fluorescing?

Harry's heartbeat stopped for a moment, could it be... a wizard has tampered with it——

Had the Death Eaters already set their sights on him?

He took out his mobile phone, and couldn't help but want to call Tom, telling him to be careful of strange people... But the signal could not be received in the bar, and he fell on the table in frustration, angry and hated.

Ron arrived just in time and was taken aback when he saw him like this. "Harry, didn't you go to call? Is the phone broken?"

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself, sat up straight again, and shook his head at Ron.

He had only just met Tom, and if the Death Eaters had tampered with him, Tom wouldn't have survived long enough to say goodbye to him.

The reasoning was so grim that Harry felt a twinge in his chest.

Originally, Ron planned to go to the Davis and Bans store to search for some Quidditch souvenirs, but Harry lost the mood to have fun now, and wanted to find a place where he could receive a signal, so that Tom should pay attention to safety, or simply tell him a few words.

After listening to the results of his detection spell, Ron crumpled his face and thought for a while.

"Could it be... you're using the spell the wrong way? I mean, look, we've only experimented with you and me - we're both wizards - but not with Muggle results, yes No? Maybe, maybe... there's something wrong with the spell, and it fluoresces when it hits a Muggle."

Harry didn't understand. "But I didn't hit Tom at all."

Ron shrugged. "You've got to try it, right? I suggested you ask Filch to try it out."

From the pub, Ron dragged him to the Devis and Bans store anyway, insisting they all needed to relax, the OWLs were coming up right after the Easter holidays, which meant they were going to be doing revision hell Spend most of the next personal time.

"I can only imagine the mysterious horror review plan that Hermione would give us on the first day of the holiday," Ron said.He had managed to get over the frugality that had been caused by Arthur's suspension, and was extra excited to pick out new broom care gear.

Harry walked among the rows of dazzling brooms and Quidditch models, and seeing these lost his excitement, because his Firebolt was still in Umbridge, and he wondered if he could get it back in his lifetime.

He walked towards the unattended shelf in the corner, aimlessly scanning the introduction boards in front of the products.Suddenly attracted by a small thing.

It was a miniature metal pliers, Harry recognized it, and the small instruction stand placed in front of it confirmed his knowledge.

[The magical nursing forceps from the Muggle world]

You read that right, this little thing hails from the Muggle world, and we discovered that with just a pinch, this little thing can trim nails into an elegant shape with sharpness and precision, comparable to the most precise cutting spells!We also modified it so that it has some magical properties and it screams when you're about to cut your own flesh, isn't it awesome?Only 1.9 Galleons!Action is worse than heartbeat!

Obviously, it's a Muggle nail clipper.The dust on it proved that the small stand failed to sell, but it still gave Harry infinite inspiration.He thought of Mr. Arthur Weasley, with his long-standing love and reinvention of Muggle objects, and perhaps seeking his help - on how to solve the problem of using mobile phones at Hogwarts.

Harry remembered Tom's parting appointment - to call each week - and he couldn't say he didn't like it, if that was possible.

Walking back to Hogwarts, Harry said the idea to Ron, "I can pay for a makeover."

Ron opened his eyes wide: "What are you talking about, Harry? Of course my dad is willing to help you, for free!"

"Oh...thank you——I want to give you the money...um...after all, your father has just been suspended, and he wants to help me modify my mobile phone. I don't know if I'm busy. I always want to compensate you for something , don't get me wrong, Ron."

Ron squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, and said generously: "Then give me a good gift!" He pretended to pray to the sky, "Merlin, Easter is coming, if I can receive a set of collector's edition Just a broom model!"

Harry couldn't help laughing: "Merlin will grant your wish."

Ron winked artificially: "Oh - I don't know!"

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.Harry's mood turned cloudy.

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It was Arthur who finally solved the mobile phone problem, hahahaha I didn’t expect it.jpg