The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Tom wasn't surprised, or at least didn't show it.

He just looked at Harry slowly, as if chewing on a word thoughtfully: "Pretending to be..."

It turned out that Harry looked at it this way... quite imaginative.he thought intriguingly.

"Then who do you think I am?"

Harry looked at him, whether in figure, appearance, or even the subtle aura, he was completely different from Voldemort's time.At the school-opening dinner, when he received the undamaged diary and met those dark eyes, he really believed for a moment that the diary was back.

But he gradually realized that it was impossible.Even without considering the death of the diary that Voldemort had personally certified, Tom in front of him felt subtly different from the diary.Before talking to Dumbledore, Harry couldn't quite tell the difference between them, but after confirming the death of the diary, many details of evidence emerged.

For example, the way Tom stared at him, the kind of intimacy that seems alienated but familiar, is completely different from the greedy and plundering of the diary in the second grade; there are also natural physical approach, physical contact, and random withdrawal... To be honest, In essence, they are the same person, so this difference is very subtle. It is just a lot of small habits and details, including preferred sayings and responses. There is no conclusive evidence, but a kind of observation and perception accumulated over a long time.

"I think you..." said Harry thoughtfully, "you're still you."

Disbelief was written on Tom's face, and Harry said, "If you want evidence, there is no lack of it."

His eyes fell on the still clasped hands of the two men.From now on, Tom let him hold his right hand, which he used to hold his wand.Before he knew it, he had gained some incredible trust.

"You have the yew wand," said Harry. "You will not give it to anyone else, not even your own Horcruxes."

Tom paused, raised his hand, and stroked slowly along the line of Harry's jaw.

"Really..." he asked meaningfully, "Think about it... Harry."

There is indeed a counterexample before us.

He had handed the yew wand to other people once.

It's him.

Harry's Adam's apple sank slightly, staring at the buttons of his collar, he said, "At that time...you were trying to gain my trust."

Tom was stunned.He didn't know that Harry had already understood that period of the past so thoroughly, and was able to explain it so casually, with his eyesight, he couldn't even see the turmoil in Harry's heart.

"You're not the diary." Harry confirmed again, meeting his eyes again, "You are you."

"……who I am?"

The question popped out of my mouth.After asking, I felt faint regret.

He has never been entangled in this kind of question, and even if he asks it now, he doesn't really want to seek an answer.

Harry was also a little surprised, but then sighed and turned to another topic.

"I always like to ask me, but I don't want to confess myself. This is the same as always."

This time Tom couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth a little. I really don't know when Harry became so smart.

He was not at all embarrassed by being exposed, but asked softly: "So, will you answer?"

"I want to answer," Harry said, "I think you understand me better, a little less defensive and guarded, a little more relaxed and happy. I think we are more comfortable together than more nervous. So I will try to tell you I think so, and I hope you do too."

The redness in Tom's eyes settled a little, but he didn't answer.

Harry continued without expecting: "Tom Riddle, Voldemort, the diary... I think it's you. It's the same now. I do feel some strong changes in you in the past few weeks, not in appearance, but in some Behavior—you've pretended to be more humble, and more—how should I say, maybe a little more energetic? Including the treatment of Ginny, it's more like an arrogant straight-A student than a murderous Dark Lord But... generally speaking, when I come into contact with you, I feel that you are still you."

Tom was almost admiring Harry's fine-grained, almost clairvoyant perception, even a little admiring it, if he would admit it.

He really isn't a diary.As far as their relationship is concerned, it is not difficult to guess this point.The point is, strictly speaking, he is not Voldemort's body anymore.

On the night before the start of school, he finally carried out the long-planned Horcrux transformation.This time, the object was the Ravenclaw diadem that was taken out of the Room of Requirement at the beginning of last semester.

Ever since he became aware of the Savior's influence on Muggle days, and his Horcrux status, he'd pondered a possible connection between the two.While driving Snape to study the principle of losing demons, he did not give up looking for ways to restore demons on Muggle Days from another angle.The initial modification of Jinbei was a preliminary attempt.

That time he simulated the existence of Harry's living horcrux, trying to make himself a living horcrux——

Yes, very dangerous, very crazy.But he has never had many objects and materials to guide and learn from on the road of the soul, so he can only explore by himself.This attempt is also based on the close observation of Harry and Jin Bei and the derivation of his own experience and knowledge. For this reason, he has also prepared a lot of rescue plans for midway failure.

All in all, that experiment was more dangerous than any black magic exploration he had done in the past. Although he had made all the preparations, the process also exhausted his mental thinking. A consciousness.

It turned out to be a success.He successfully made himself the "horcrux" of Jinbei's soul, and at the same time it was the body of this horcrux!

This kind of existence was unprecedented, and he could feel that his magical power was trembling because of this rebellious and perfect interaction, and even faintly increased.If Dumbledore hadn't been suppressed by the ring's curse early on, he wouldn't mind using him as proof.

However, to his anger, after such a sinister transformation, Muggle Day has not changed at all, and it still happens every month.He himself is also a living Horcrux, but he can't produce the same effect as Harry.

Turns out Muggle Day has nothing to do with souls.He had to find another way, turning to Snape's blood research.After the same failure, he changed his mind.

Given the timing of the Muggle Day phenomenon, perhaps it was his resurrected body that was at fault.

There must be something wrong with the potion brewed by Wormtail, causing irreversible flaws in the resurrected body-this is the idea of ​​​​his crown modification not long ago.

He wants to use another method of Horcrux resurrection - the transfer of vitality - to create a brand new body.Since the soul in the crown was split when he was in the seventh grade, the body "resurrected" according to this is also the appearance at this time.

He was going to be free of Muggle days in this new body.

So far, this is the whole truth of his current appearance.

——Of course, due to the implementation of the "solar eclipse" plan, there is also the intention to confuse Dumbledore, let alone mention it.But Harry, without a clue, almost touched the essence of his complicated situation.

He had never been so curious for a moment, how on earth did Harry do it?

"I feel you are still you"... What kind of feeling is it?

There are too many disguises on him, creating so much mystery and hatred, that there is almost no one in the world who can purely feel his own existence.Harry...he's even the deepest one of them all...why on earth can...

Maybe...he pondered for a while, and said with a little try: "It's really not a diary, but I'm not just myself..."

If anything, he is now more inclined to the self of the crown period.A lot of the habits and attitudes of that time were affecting him remarkably, and because of that he was able to mingle with the Slytherin seniors, because that was what he was doing every day during the crown days.

Of course, it didn't mean he wouldn't do it now, but if it wasn't for the influence of the crown, he might not have allowed those Slytherin kids to surround him at all.

The sound of flapping bird wings approached.

Harry was surprised to see Hedwig fly back and land on his shoulder, pecking at his hair disapprovingly.

"Oh, Hedwig, don't..." Harry wailed while hiding, please don't make trouble with him now - he can already see Tom's softened expression!God knows how strange this is!

Tom watched silently as he struggled to get rid of Hedwig, unconsciously stroking the wand in his robes, as if ready to help at any moment.

But Harry had no inclination to draw his wand until finally Harry pulled a bar of chocolate out of his pocket to please the little girl, and managed to coax her into silence.

Hedwig yelled at Harry twice, seemed very dissatisfied with him staying in her house with a man who looked dangerous for so long, and grumbled and let him go.

By the time Harry turned back, Tom had other thoughts.He stretched out his hand to straighten Harry's messy hair, and said in a low voice, "It's getting late, let's go back."

They went down to the top floor of the west tower.Tom seemed to be in deep thought, and he didn't speak all the way. When he was about to reach Gryffindor Tower, Harry finally couldn't hold back: "Tom? You haven't said what's going on with you yet, what do you mean you're not just yourself?" ?”

Tom stopped and glanced around, only to realize that the surrounding murals and armors were abnormally quiet. After this round of eye sweeping, the characters in the murals even fled around in embarrassment, and disappeared in an instant. in the frame.

The poor armors had nowhere to hide, they could only tremble in place.But when Tom whispered "The Return of the Polar Night", the surroundings fell into complete darkness, so quiet that he could hear the friction of airflow when he breathed.

It's kind of like that magic they have in the library.Harry thought distractedly, only Tom's outline was clear, and the original moonlight still shone on the two of them, becoming the only light in the darkness.

"Do you know how many Horcruxes I have left?" Tom asked.

Feeling the confidentiality of the question, Harry shook his head honestly.

Tom said strangely, "You don't know any of them?"

"I don't know." Harry felt a familiar strangeness.

"Oh." Tom smiled mockingly.But it wasn't about Harry, he knew, he knew he was going to say it again when he saw that look—

"So, you don't even know the ring on Dumbledore's hand." Tom said sarcastically, "Diary, yourself... I even told you about the Horcruxes you know so far. Didn't tell you."

—Speaking of the headmaster.

Harry paused slightly, then asked in confusion, "The ring?"

"Dumbledore killed my other Horcrux last summer vacation, the ring passed down from generation to generation by the Gaunt family." Tom laughed lightly, "Looking at your expression, he didn't even tell you what this ring is. I said it. Then let’s not mention that he was cursed by me when he killed the Horcrux, so that hand turned black... these things."

Harry was speechless for a moment, "These... I really don't know."

"How much you trust him, Harry, and know everything about him," said Tom, leaning towards him as if pityingly, "but does he trust you too?"

"...but," Harry said softly after a pause, "I do the same to you..."

"..." Tom straightened up and stopped smiling.

A few seconds later, he suddenly chuckled, "Really...then tell me, where was that letter sent?"

Grimmauld Square No. 12 is not only the residence of Sirius, but also a secret stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix. Although it is protected by the Fidelity Curse, it is best not to know that location by Voldemort, at least... not from him.

But Tom didn't ask what the letter was about, or who it was addressed to, but only asked about the address which seemed the most insignificant.

Definitely on purpose.

This is a silent question.Doubts about what he just confessed.

Harry couldn't say he didn't feel suffocated, but he knew irrefutably that the question cut to the core, anchoring his wavering and hesitating with cunning precision.

He was silent, and Tom was silent, as if with infinite patience, waiting for the answer to be revealed.

In the end, Harry put his heart to one side and said, "Sirius' home, I want to tell him the truth."

Tom narrowed his eyes, causing Harry to tense slightly.He knew what he said was watery, if Tom insisted on getting to the bottom of it...

"What truth?" asked Tom.

Harry froze for a moment, "My boyfriend's... your real identity."

A face furious in the rainstorm flashed in Tom's mind, frowning slightly.

"... What do you want to say?"

"Tell him that Roald is actually Voldemort?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Tom couldn't help rolling his eyes, which caught Harry's sideways glance.He took it easy and said, "Give him to me, Harry."

Harry stared at him strangely: "Give Sirius? to you? Are you kidding me?"

These two people will definitely die together... At least Sirius is not far from death!

Tom didn't seem to have the slightest awareness of how hated he was: "You can't deal with Black, Harry, don't worry, I'll deal with it."

"No!" Harry would never compromise on this matter. After arguing for a few words, he growled unhappily, "Why don't you explain clearly what's going on with you? I've told you everything you asked!"

Tom's answer was to directly remove the Polar Night Curse and send him back to the Gryffindor lounge.

"Go to sleep now."

They parted badly, but Harry didn't have much worry in his heart.His senses told him that their relationship was better.

However, the rhetoric with Sirius was indeed a headache.