The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Voldemort heard the sound of wind coming from behind, neither accelerated nor decelerated, maintaining a constant speed and flying away from the range of the safety tree.The current position can already activate the door key, but he doesn't have it.

"Voldemort!" Harry shouted behind him, seeing that he ignored him, he changed his address again, "Tom!"

It's ridiculous.Did he think that changing the name of the Dark Lord would instantly turn him into a limp, rotten good guy?

he thought sarcastically.

His plan deviated completely from the original idea.downright.

Thanks to the Savior.

In the original plan, at least Kirtland had to die, so as to deter the officials of the Ministry of Magic who dared to disobey.Although other people are not that important, killing them is the easiest way.

But every time he wanted to use the Killing Curse, the flickering touch on his lips automatically appeared in his mind.

Seriously, he had enjoyed a lot of messianic kisses.There's nothing special about this one either, even the most bland of them all.

But it's damn present.

For a wizard, or especially for his Horcrux life form, the state of mind when using magic is far-reaching.Powerful magic such as the Unforgivable Curse, which requires a strong will to be activated by ordinary people, has long been a common skill for him, and he can gradually get rid of his absolute dependence on the mental state, but sometimes he still inevitably suffers from some interference.

Like this tiny kiss.

The brutal will of the Killing Curse interferes with its tactile arousal, which does not interfere with normal subjectivity, but does slightly deflect certain neurological responses.

Simply put, the Dark Lord's aim was not that good.

Of course, this is compared with himself.Most wizards don't even have half of his accuracy, because the trajectory of the Killing Curse is not a straight line, or even a regular slash or curve. In addition, strong mental concentration can also produce a certain amount of tracking and coordination. Effect... Leaving aside these complicated magic principles, the result is that the Stunning Spell is easier to use than the Killing Curse for the first time.

Of course it doesn't prevent him from killing the enemy.But he didn't want to reveal his identity for the time being, and he needed to complete the massacre before Dumbledore and the reporters from the Daily Prophet arrived, in order to deter those vacillating folly, so as to facilitate the subsequent official return.So the time to kill is actually very limited.

With his strength and proficiency, this was not a problem at first.

But Harry's unexpected appearance made things extremely difficult.It's not just a matter of him messing around, dragging this to save that, and releasing members of the Order of the Phoenix to report in advance.

He knew too well how naive that boy was, and he might not be able to bear some things at all.This will not affect him at critical moments, but in some less necessary times...he has to think a little bit.

Maybe he shouldn't take advantage of this opportunity at all, or he shouldn't have looked at the savior at all, or he should have knocked him out... It's meaningless to talk about these now, after he thought about it troubledly, he quickly threw away his distracting thoughts, After quickly going through the whole plan in his mind, he decided to overthrow the massacre link, do the opposite, frame the enemy and make it disintegrate internally.

Although it is a bit troublesome, the income is not worse than the original one.

Only in this way, his official return will have to be postponed.

After making this decision, a certain corner of his mind inadvertently became lighter.It was almost a relief, if anyone could do it justice.

Even so, the need to avoid killing people still angered the Dark Lord.Especially when the culprit appeared in front of him unconsciously, with an expression on the verge of breaking.

He didn't want to see that expression, so he didn't want to stay in that ghostly place for another second.Only when Snape was snatched away, the pleasure of wanting to torture the traitor eased the anger in his heart a little.

Harry used the fire crossbow + arrows thrown by Sirius, and the speed of catching up with all his strength was extraordinary. He rushed into the black mist very quickly, trying to reach out to touch Voldemort's entity, but his neck was restrained by a cold hand .

This feeling is not at all unfamiliar.

While flying at high speed, Harry kept his upper body still, calmly waiting for the hand's movement.

They had long since flown out of the range of the safe tree, soaring above the Rootless Forest.

The huge Dark Mark watched the Savior wrapped in the black mist in the sky behind, like the dark green moonlight, painted on the branches in the forest, and on the high-altitude broom.

"Where's your wand?"

After an unknown amount of time, Voldemort asked in the cold night wind.

Harry paused for a moment before saying, "...I lent it to someone else."

The wizard's wand that he saved from the werewolf's mouth just now was bitten off, and he couldn't protect himself. Harry was worried about Sirius' situation, so he had to lend him his own first.

"He'll send it to me when he's done."

It was indeed very risky, but he had no extra thoughts at that time, as if even in a dangerous battlefield, there was some solid support that made him protect himself without a magic wand.

Voldemort couldn't help but let out a sarcastic sneer, as if he saw through his reliance.

Harry felt an inexplicable sense of shame creeping up the cold grip of that hand.

Without further delay, Voldemort activated the Portkey and disappeared into the moonlit night together holding Harry's neck.

Feeling the solid ground again, I have reached the hall of Tinta Wine Castle.

The house elf immediately appeared in front of him and bowed to greet him.Voldemort threw an unconscious wizard at her: "Shut up in the dungeon, his name is Snape."

Willie's thin body picked up Snape's shoulders, and she did not forget to bow as a gesture.However, this action knocked the Potions Professor's head to the ground. Wei Li was startled and quickly helped him up.She raised her eyes and took a sneak peek, but the master only left behind a leaving back, and the savior who was captured by the neck blinked at her from a distance.

Harry originally wanted to say something, whether it was Snape, or the current situation of walking with the back of his neck pinched...but an inexplicable atmosphere made him dare not speak easily.

Not fear, but a more vulnerable situation.It seems that when you open your mouth, something will collapse.

He could only wait for Voldemort to speak, or... He groped to wrap his arms around his waist and half his shoulders—not easy, given the hand still stuck around his neck—and before he could finish, the hand turned And grabbed his face, turned him around, and pressed him against the wall by the stairs.

The lips with the coolness of the night pressed against him, and Harry caught off guard and wanted to grab something to stabilize his figure, but he pulled the other person's hood off, so he rubbed his smooth black hair with his hands, and indulged himself in this sudden in the kiss.

But Voldemort didn't appreciate it at all.Without any resistance, he grabbed Harry's hand and locked it on the top of his head, adjusted his chin to the most comfortable angle, ignored his response, tasted his soft lips, scraped the sweet tongue cavity, and bit hard Grinding, disturbing the rhythm of his breathing, depriving him of oxygen, as if to devour him, licking the deliciousness of the flesh and blood.

It wasn't until Harry was so dizzy that he couldn't support his body that he stopped briefly, giving him a few seconds to breathe, and before he fully recovered, he pressed up again and continued to plunder.

Later, Harry couldn't take it anymore, and struggled in protest, his body was suppressed but remained motionless, between lust=desire and hypoxia disorder, Harry was aroused bloody, and attacked his lips and tongue in turn, but suffered When it came to the more violent suppression, the two of them almost bitten at the end, and the smell of blood wafted from the tip of someone's tongue, and the violent endless kisses barely stopped.

Both of them were panting heavily, their blood was surging, and their eyes seemed to be on fire.Voldemort's Confusion Charm expired during this period, and the handsome face of the crown period was revealed, so that Harry couldn't take his eyes off his bloodier lips than usual, so he had to look away: "You're crazy..."

"You asked for it." Voldemort stared at Harry's bruised lips, but his voice was still grim, "Who made you come after me?"

"...I said we'd go together." Harry explained uncomfortably, "It's just that you were running too fast."

"Don't lie to me, Harry."

Harry's eyes fluctuated slightly.He had a feeling that Voldemort was very angry and thought it was his fault.

In fact, he should have been very angry.But the sudden battle swept all his mind, and all he could think about was what to do if someone was dead, and what to do if someone was killed because of him... He thought that he would collapse, become angry, or despair when facing other people's corpses, but When touching Scrimgeour's breath, there was only a slightly dazed thought in his mind.

What should they do.

No one will bless them, he lived up to everyone's expectations.

It should have been like this, it has already come to this point.

But he was still thinking about how to catch up with him and say a few words.

Questioning, explaining, cursing... everything is fine, but I never thought of staying and continuing to fight with the principal.

Such a daze, even after discovering that Scrimgeour was not dead, did not fade away.

There was chaos in my mind.What I want to say and what I should say are mixed together in a mess.Like a backyard overgrown with weeds, like a battlefield in chaos.

The Occlumency training took effect at this time, Harry took a strong breath, cleared his mind, and recalled the incident just now, as well as those chaotic emotions.

Sirius' words surfaced again, piercing the heart and lungs sharply.After a moment of speechless repression, Harry said, "If we have to confront each other... I won't run away."

Voldemort's fingers twitched slightly, and he sneered as expected, ignoring his suddenly burning chest.

"so?"

His indifference caused a sudden outburst of anger in Harry, which was so natural that he instinctively wanted to attack.

His hands were restrained, and his legs and feet were also immobilized. This was really not a favorable situation.But at this stall, Harry didn't have those calculations in his mind at all, he just pushed hard instinctively, straightened his neck, and hit his chin with his head bitterly.

This action was so sudden that even Voldemort couldn't resist, hissed in pain, and his facial features were twisted for a moment.

"That's why I will fight you to the end!" Harry said angrily, regardless of this, "But, after the battle, if, if we are all alive... I still want to come back to you!"

Different from his vicious tone, the green eyes stared deeply at the scarlet ones, as if containing the vortex of the deep sea, and like the quiet pebbles at the bottom of the lake.

"If I can survive, I want to go with you!"

Voldemort didn't speak, his expression darkened.

He suddenly didn't feel any discomfort, including the dull pain in his jaw.

Harry lowered his eyes again, his mind becoming extremely peaceful under the control of Occlumency, staring at the bottom of the rapid and turbulent water like a fake.

"...I still hate you for killing people, for what you did to my parents, to Sirius, to Hagrid. If it keeps happening, I probably won't be able to ignore it. But, yes, you can laugh about it— Even so, I am attracted to you. I want to come back to you when everything is over..." He paused for a moment, and said in an almost indifferent tone, "I will be killed by you, or I will collect your body."

That last word caused Voldemort to sneer in the long silence.

"Collect the body? Who else do you think can kill me?" He raised Harry's chin and pressed it very close, "Also... you don't intend to die for me, do you?"

His contemptuous tone seemed to be some kind of deliberate humiliation, and it made the beast in Harry cringe slightly.

But he didn't allow himself to escape, even though the answer would make the other party more proud, he said unwaveringly, "Yes."

Perhaps this answer was too brief, but instead revealed a certain kind of firmness with profound meaning that cannot be ignored.

For a moment Voldemort was speechless.

Harry just listened to his own heartbeat in the brief silence.

They seem to have finally found some quiet corner that can't be found anywhere, and they can beat with their own rhythm.No more hesitation, no more contradictions, no more hardships, but to enjoy the beauty of falling, to meet the broken sky——

Higher and clearer than ever.

"I don't like that answer."

After a long while, Voldemort spoke word by word, and suddenly glanced to the side, where the house elf Willie was holding a greeting card in horror.

The simultaneous gaze of the two people obviously caused it great panic, and the greeting card in its hand was trembling like it was about to fall off.

Voldemort seemed to have expected it a long time ago, took a glance at the greeting card, and then ordered irritably: "Take her to the third lounge."