The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Friday night coincided with the eve of Hogsmeade week, and the Gryffindor lounge became deserted early on. Only the hardest-working students persisted in finishing their homework for the day.Of course Hermione was among them, and surprisingly, Harry was also among them.

"Aren't you going to sleep, Harry?" Hermione asked strangely between dipping in ink, "It's amazing that you are still willing to study at this time."

Indeed, Harry couldn't read books at all, and the only reason for sitting here was the conversation he was about to have with Sirius.They had a secret appointment for a fireside call tonight, and no one told them, they just waited for the warding spell to take place when the common room was empty.It was so full of stuff in his head that he couldn't do anything at all.

"Um... what are you writing about?" Harry asked absently.Hermione didn't bury herself in a large tome as usual, but frowning facing a densely packed form.

"Application for an internship at the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic." Hermione bit her quill, frowned, and then took out the calendar to look at it, "It's due next week, but I wrote too loosely about internship volunteers and social activities." I'm worried that the examiner won't have the patience to finish reading it."

Harry just glanced at it, and his scalp tingled with the small print of her form, and it was rare to think that Hermione's sensitive worries were not unreasonable. "How did other people write it?" He thought casually, "You can refer to it."

Hermione's expression became troubled, and she took a peek around the rest of the rest of the rest of the school who were busy studying, and said in a low voice: "There is only one internship in the executive department, it is impossible for anyone to show me their application form .All I know is that Draco submitted his own last night, and I glanced at it, and he wrote a lot less than I did."

The brunette girl's face was half proud and half anxious. On the one hand, she was satisfied with her better preparation, and on the other hand, she was also worried that she had lost her focus.

"Oh..." Harry's focus was elsewhere, "Your relationship is getting better and better."

Hermione was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Ron doesn't talk to me again."

Harry had nothing to say.Because of Ginny, Ron had also had a cold war with him for a long time.To be honest, both Harry and Hermione were a little tired from the hot and cold of this former best friend.But if Harry was being honest with himself, the situation was so gut-wrenching that he lost the desire to speak at all.

Hermione, too, was annoyed for bringing up the subject for a moment, and forced herself to turn her attention back to the parchment form.She also kept a few stacks of newspapers and current review magazines by her hand, rummaging through them from time to time.

Finally, even she couldn't get through Harry, and packed up for bed.

"I have a first draft to-morrow, so I won't be with you today. Good night."

"Good night." Harry watched her disappear down the stairs, leaving him alone in the lounge.He sat motionless for a while, then took out the double-sided mirror and scratched the signal according to the agreed pattern.

Sirius' face appeared inside, and Harry's hand shook unconsciously, exchanging a confirming look with him.Sirius cut the connection shortly afterwards, and the flames in the fireplace began to change color.

Harry let out a breath silently, cast a Silencing Charm around, and a Kaguya Curse that he just learned-this is one of the few practical magics they learned in this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When there are creatures approaching, the dim lights under the feet are triggered in advance, like the guiding micro lights that Tom and Tom saw in Hogsmeade's private dining room that day.

"Harry, what the hell is it? This place needs as little contact with the outside world as possible, so let's make a long story short."

The head of Sirius who appeared above the fireplace flames was still looking around, half of which disappeared into the flames from time to time, as if he was still worried about the surrounding environment, and kept turning his head to check.

This made Harry even more nervous, and he asked uneasily, "Did I delay your mission?"

"How come, you are the most important thing. Tell me quickly."

Sirius turned around, shook his half-length hair that partially covered his face, and smiled at Harry.

Although Azkaban has taken away Sirius' youth and good looks, there are still traces of casual elegance remaining, occasionally reminiscent of his youth.

This kind of distant thinking was a kind of torture for Harry at the moment.

"...I only have one thing to tell you, Sirius." Harry suppressed, trying not to reveal a trace of emotion and said calmly, "Do you remember the Tom I dated? Actually, his surname is not Roald... ..."

The living room fell silent.Harry's determination was pulled down by a pitch-black hand, and he struggled heavily, unable to get up for a long time.

Sirius suddenly turned his head, one ear disappeared into the flames, as if he heard something, he cursed in a low voice: "The group of beasts..."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked concerned, asking himself tremblingly, should he continue to hide it?He was even a little grateful that there wasn't something on the other side of the fireplace that was distracting Sirius.

"It's nothing, the annoying beast is barking..." Sirius said casually, turning his head to think again, "You just said... So Roald lied to you?"

If only it were that simple.

Harry was silent for a moment, the hand still haunting him.For some reason, a scene suddenly entered his mind, and he couldn't escape it no matter what.

Suddenly, he raised his wand and began to write in the air.

TOMM AVOLORIDDLE.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle..." Sirius read Harry's spelled name, realizing that it was Roald's real name, "So, at least his name is Tom..."

He froze suddenly, staring at the line of words after Harry swung his wand to change the alphabetical order, and suddenly lost the ability to speak.

IAMLORD VOLDEMORT.

I am Voldemort.

His eyes were fixed on that line, and for a while, slowly, inch by inch, he turned to Harry.

His godson was watching him, the same green eyes as Lily reflected the flames in the fireplace, the flames were rising and falling on his head, burning quietly.

Sirius said calmly, "I don't understand, Harry. How is that possible?"

He glanced at the row of letters glowing with a faint red light.

"Do you remember the name of the man who killed James and Lily?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, his determination completely destroyed by that black hand.The fluorescent text that condensed his magic power instantly dissipated completely.

The tiny light on the ground turned on without warning.

Sirius frowned suspiciously, but Harry instantly became alert, "Go, Sirius!"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry."

A black shadow emerged from the firelight, and Harry heard the familiar voice of his boyfriend.Almost as much as Sirius's made his heart tremble.

It was only a very short time when the sensor light was on, and Tom had already stood in front of the fireplace.Although still in the image of a crown, a Voldemort-style pitch-black robe was put on over the school uniform. The wide hood covered half of his face, and he looked down at Sirius' head in the fireplace with expressionless eyes.

The height of the flame seemed to be lowered a few inches by the dark breath on his body.Sensing Harry's gaze, he turned his face slightly, and praised: "It's a good way to introduce."

"You are..." The expression on Sirius' face showed that he had guessed pretty well.

Tom raised a hand slowly, and Harry, with a sense of foreboding, said hastily, "We'll talk about it next time, Sirius—"

Tom's hand passed through the flames and grabbed the top of Sirius' head unscathed.

"What are you going to do?" Harry stepped forward angrily, but Tom pulled Sirius' hair further, forcing him to raise his head.

"Stay there, Harry."

Harry paused hesitantly, but he still wanted to stop him, but Sirius said, "Don't worry, he can't do anything to me, Harry." He raised his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, but there was no fear on his face, instead there was a look of fear. A kind of arrogant disdain, "The fireplace communication will not produce real physical interaction. Although I don't know how he did it, but even if this head is chopped off, I will not be hurt at all. Just let him come!"

"Sirius!" Harry was angry and helpless, and wanted to urge him to cut off the communication, but suddenly found that the edge of Tom's hand was black, and immediately changed his words, "...be careful!"

As soon as he took a step, he was surrounded by two ankles by an invisible force.At the same time, Tom's entire hand holding Sirius was ablaze with black flames!

Sirius let out a groan of pain and cursed something.Tom stooped, dragged his head to his mouth, and said slowly and clearly, "Listen, Blake, I'm impatient, so I'm just warning you this time—Harry belongs to me. Whatever his last name, he's male. She is a woman, alive or dead, she must be mine, stay by my side, and no one should try to take him away. So, next time I hear you dare to speak wild words, I will never see him alive again!"

With a bang, the hands burning with black flames completely pressed Sirius into the floor.Immediately afterwards, the blackness infected the flames of the entire fireplace, and the bright flames, together with Sirius' head, were completely engulfed by the darkness and disappeared.

"Sirius!"

"I cut off the communication."

Tom stood up again, and only the dim light of the sensor lamp shone on him in the whole lounge.

"Let go of my feet," said Harry.

Tom's wand paused, and continued to point at the fireplace.

"I said, stay there, Harry." His tone was very soft, but his men kept casting spells on the fireplace.

Harry finally realized that he couldn't count on his conscience to find out. He slowly squeezed his wand tightly, forced himself to calm down, and silently said the incantation in his head.

"What are you doing again?"

Tom didn't answer immediately, but stopped when the last step was completed.

Just at this time, the time for the solar eclipse project has come.He caught Sirius's communication loophole again, how to let him waste such a perfect opportunity?

He stood silently into the fireplace, peering at Harry from the shadow of the hood.

does it worth?

Whether it is giving up the opportunity, or giving up this illusion...

Boxes of Floo powder flew towards him silently.

Maybe it was because the eyes were too suggestive, and his behavior was too explicit. In the breath that had no time to think, Harry suddenly had a clear premonition of Tom's attempt, and suddenly broke out with amazing agility and impact, breaking through the bound legs silently. The moment he cursed, he rushed over unstoppably.

The Floo powder had just been dumped, and the black flames rose, and the ominous tongues of flames involved the Dark Lord and the savior, who were rushing desperately, into the illegal network constructed by black magic.