The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Dumbledore stared at Harry and said nothing for a while.The silverware in the principal's office slowly exhaled smoke, strand by strand, as if thinking about it.

In fact, he asked Harry to meet because of this sudden memory of Voldemort.

Recently, the Ministry of Magic is not peaceful, especially the Cortland couple who are on the cusp. The Auror team responsible for protecting them has been cleverly targeted. Half of the members cannot perform their tasks normally. Even the interns who have not yet graduated are urgently sent to take turns. once.Many people in the Order of the Phoenix advocated that providing them with protection would greatly combat the Death Eaters' influence in the Ministry of Magic, and Kirtland also expressed his willingness to ask for help.But Dumbledore still had doubts.

Since Voldemort entered Hogwarts, the Death Eaters have hardly caused any big waves, and it can even be said that they have disappeared from the public eye.But they never gave up on infiltrating the Ministry of Magic.At the beginning, Kirtland's false accusation incident was only caused by the anger of the Carrow brothers and sisters because they couldn't be bribed. It was only because of Cortland's own tough image that he got more public attention. As things developed, the situation became complicated.More than one Death Eater was involved, most of which seemed to be minor details, but spread all over the magic world, making it impossible to estimate how many people participated.He had a strong suspicion that Voldemort was planning something.

He has been quiet for a long time, and there are conspiracy around Kirtland. Dumbledore hopes to use the opportunity of the school to observe more clues.

But Voldemort made a direct move to replace himself with a so-called memory, cutting off all abnormal perception basis, and it is impossible not to care.

His identity is so special, and the phenomenon he created is so unreasonable that he can't let it go, and he can't easily learn the truth. In order to save time, Dumbledore hopes to find a breakthrough from Harry.

Dumbledore couldn't describe how he felt when Harry said "I can't" to him.

It's like being on the scene, like reappearing yesterday, and more like a long-awaited nightmare.

He looked into Harry's eyes, and slowly moved to the portraits of past principals behind him, unconsciously fascinated.

Fortunately, Harry kept his head down and didn't notice.The boy's shameful voice brought his thoughts back to the present, and Dumbledore was somewhat surprised by Harry's statement.

"...you used 'it', Harry." Dumbledore considered sharply. "Do I understand that a diary is just a diary?"

Harry froze slightly, hesitated, and nodded slowly.

He thought he would be criticized, but he didn't expect to be discovered a more crucial secret.

A second ago he was still blaming himself for his untimely soft-heartedness, but now he was vaguely worried about whether he had exposed Voldemort's weakness...but it was...it was justice.

He clenched his fist unconsciously and said, "Yes, sir."

Dumbledore watched him for a while, then got up suddenly and opened the cupboard.

"Would you like something to eat, Harry?"

He came back with a plate of sweet and greasy candies, and they were colorful and snickering, like the sound of rubbing sugar wrappers.

Hearing Dumbledore's recommendation, the candies became slightly agitated.

"Eat me!" "My icing is beautiful!" "Hee hee, she's hard to peel..."

Harry heard murmurs faintly.Dumbledore explained interestingly: "Honey Duke's fun candies. When they sense the appetite of the people around them, they will read the advertisements on the candies. However, they played it for a long time and learned something else. Whisper."

Harry picked up a bright red toffee with the words: eat it in your mouth, sweet it in your heart.

He'd only seen such sour sentences on candy wrappers in Muggle restaurants, and Honeydukes used to have almost no words on them...

For some unknown reason, he and Dumbledore each peeled a giggling toffee and put it in their mouths to chew quietly.After a while, Dumbledore mentioned it easily: "I think you are probably very happy about Tom being jealous."

Harry choked unexpectedly.Dumbledore winked at him: "I see."

Is it that obvious?Harry coughed uncomfortably, wondering that even Ron had said the same.

The accusing face of his friend flashed through his mind, and his heart collapsed.

"...Sorry." He calmed down and said softly.

"Harry," Dumbledore called to him with a sigh. "Harry. Look at me."

Harry looked up wordlessly.Dumbledore said: "Recently, I have been thinking about what the purpose of Voldemort's coming to Hogwarts is. Of course, I have received various explanations from him in the past, and I can speculate on many possibilities from various aspects. However, I've realized lately that the kind I get from you is the clearest, most powerful, and most inspiring possible."

Eyes behind half-moon lenses shone a soft azure blue.

"Among the many purposes that drove him to stay in Hogwarts for more than half a year, the only unshakable possibility is because you are here."

Harry swallowed his saliva and tried to explain: "But, sir, that's really not the case. He has always had many secrets that no one knows. I'm afraid no one knows what his purpose is..."

"Those purposes," Dumbledore reassured him calmly, "those purposes, Harry, and may I say boldly, that for a wizard like Voldemort most of the purposes in the world do not require him to be physically there. Except one thing, human feelings."

Dumbledore's gaze seemed to penetrate Harry's heart.

"I think, in order to get your affection, he really gave something with his heart. At least, it made you feel that he gave something."

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Your feelings are completely normal, Harry." Dumbledore said, "Your joy, joy and joy because of him are all normal feelings of an ordinary boy for a relationship, not because the object is he became evil."

Harry fell silent.

Dumbledore picked up a green candy that was humming a little tune, and peeled off its wrapper. Inside was fudge sprinkled with shredded coconut.

He handed Harry the candy and spoke again.

"I've noticed since your last confession. You're always apologizing, Harry."

Harry stopped chewing, and the sweetness of the desiccated coconut spread in his mouth, but it was hard to swallow.

Dumbledore observed him, "Actually, after being with people like Voldemort for a long time, it's easy to lose your sense of morality. They...people like him have a powerful set of behavioral logic that can reinterpret what we hear and see The world drags people out of the simple standard of morality, and puts noble clothes on the evil... It is an invisible vortex, which can involve everyone around, agree with his ideas and will, the longer the time, the more It's hard to break free."

Harry looked at him with twinkling eyes, and he couldn't feel the sweetness in his mouth at all.

"You think... I'm deluded."

Dumbledore didn't answer right away.Harry's heart sank.

"You say my feelings are normal, but you think I've fallen." He concluded for him calmly and desperately, "You think I did something wrong."

"People always do many things wrong." Dumbledore said slightly vicissitudes, "Right and wrong are not as important as you think, Harry. Besides, I am not qualified to judge you. No one else."

Harry's mood did not fall back, he understood that this was tantamount to acquiescence.

Dumbledore saw it, and sighed: "I really don't have the qualifications, Harry, I thought...but there's no point in discussing my qualifications. I just want you to know that I saw you looking at Voldemort on the first night of school." My smile is both worrying and gratifying. My worry is mine, but my gratification belongs to you. I think... you should also occasionally jump out of the shackles of morality and just be yourself, Harry."

Harry was confused.He couldn't believe the meaning of Dumbledore's words.But the old headmaster just said that it was getting late, and didn't mean to explain further.

After he left, the headmaster's office became more and more silent, and finally even the thin sales sounds of the candy wrappers disappeared.

Finally, it was a portrait of the Vice-Chancellor on the wall that broke the silence.

"Are you trying to persuade him to forgo justice, Dumbledore?"

The half-moon-shaped glasses lifted slightly, and the refracted candlelight drew a round arc.

He said distantly: "Some justice... comes from the heart."

In the middle of the night, Harry sat alone on the sofa in the Gryffindor lounge, the only sound left in the warm hall was the beeping fire in the fireplace.Ginny was recuperating in the dormitory for several days because of her physical discomfort. Ron went to see her every day, and then came back and cast him a condemning look. Hermione was too busy to see anyone because of the application for the Ministry of Magic internship. A letter from Sirius, sitting in the lounge until everyone left, and no one to share the news with.

[Harry, everyone is going to be busy recently, and I can also help. I may not be able to contact you frequently in the future. Don't worry, I will write to you as soon as I am done. ]

Although Sirius wanted to play it lightly, Harry could no doubt guess the meaning behind the message.The Order of the Phoenix is ​​about to get busy, and what that means, couldn't be more clear.

But he didn't have any way to find out what mission Sirius was participating in, whether it was life-threatening, and when it would end... He voluntarily left the Order of the Phoenix and warned all insiders not to disclose internal information to him. Dumbledore believed that he had been bewitched by Voldemort, and now he was completely alone. He could not find anyone to discuss with such news, so he could only think wildly by himself.

He looked at the flames of the fireplace, Dumbledore's words flashed in his mind, Sirius's words flashed in his mind, and Tom's face flashed in for a while... After an unknown amount of time, he moved his fingers, turned around and took out the feathers from his schoolbag. With a brush and ink bottle, I approached the table to write a reply.

[There is something I must confess to you, Sirius.Be sure to floo with me before then. ]

Putting on the cloak of invisibility, he went to the owl shed overnight, picked out a school owl that was not very good-looking, and sent the letter.

Hedwig fell affectionately on his shoulders, her snow-white feathers fell on her shoulders like a handful of freshly fallen snow.

Harry stroked her wings, inappropriately remembering that Tom had stood here watching him stroke Hedwig too.

When he turned back, he thought he was seeing hallucinations.

The tall and thin figure stood silently under the eaves, and the quiet night spread behind him, watching him silently with thousands of stars.

Hedwig flew off his shoulders.

Harry walked over to see clearly that it was Tom Riddle's face, and the expression on it was exactly the same as Voldemort's.

At this time, he turned his head to look at the boundless sky, and said intriguingly, "Say, should I capture that owl?"

His hand was wrapped in warmth, and Harry asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Tom lowered his head, and Harry squeezed his wand and said a warming spell softly, shook his hand and said, "If you want to know, I can tell you."

He was silent, and Harry said again, "I have something too...can you tell me?"

He thought about it for a while, then said, "...what?"

Harry lifted his eyes, starlight twinkled in them.

"Why are you pretending to be a diary?"