The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After seeing Harry off, Voldemort returned to the sofa in the living room, staring at the place where Harry had been sitting before, and fell into a rare moment of confusion.

Not right.

It wasn't right from the start.

There was no need for him to meet the savior.

Even if he is in a hurry to get him to take the data cable, he can still ask James to do it for him on the grounds that he is involved in official business.What's more, the savior had no expectation of meeting his lover.

Then again, even if Harry wanted to see him, Voldemort didn't feel compelled to grant his wish, even in a pretend sense.He just doesn't have to.

What's even more strange is that in his full power state, he really didn't kill the savior—especially after the savior's stupid detection spell, he actually ignored the fact that Harry pointed his wand at him, Instead, he cared more about whether he had noticed his true identity.

But what was most wrong was the urge to writhe uncontrollably when Harry looked at him.

— very, very wrong.

So much so that he was so uncomfortable that he almost couldn't maintain his disguised Muggle illusion.

But he had worked his way up from the bottom of Slytherin to the top of them all, and his patience and self-control when necessary were amazing.

In fact, he only showed a lack of warmth.

Compared with all other abnormalities, there was nothing more incomprehensible to him than this impulse.

He admitted that it was wonderful to touch Harry on a new moon night.But today is clearly not that particular case.

Endless and turbulent magic power is rushing in his body, exhausted and weak without a trace, at least today, he should not yearn for a savior at all because of power.

In all fairness, since that fateful night more than ten years ago, he had connected himself with Harry little by little.He once thought he had understood the complex connection created by rare factors such as ancient guardian magic, rebounding of the death curse, and twin wands, until the accident on the night of the new moon, and... today.

The problem of the night of the new moon has already begun to appear, and the root cause is still the night when the Avada Kedavra bounced back, but the enemy's blood in the resurrection magic also had some influence...Those complicated and profound theories seemed to him It's the easiest thing to fix, just take your time.

But his own abnormal emotions are not so simple.The reason lies in the object of that emotion.

Harry Potter is now not just a mortal enemy, but the person who will defeat him in the prophecy is the strongest guarantee for his only Achilles' heel.

This makes his existence very complicated.It takes a lot of patience and delicate planning to deal with.

But now, Voldemort felt his emotions were complicating matters.

He stared for a long time at the spot where Harry had been sitting on the sofa, as if he hadn't left yet.Countless thoughts passed through that precise and cold mind, cruel, bloody, seductive, brutal, crazy... Many plans were formed and then destroyed one by one.Constantly repeat, update, and even evolve.

—I want to protect Tom!

Suddenly, a scene broke into his mind without warning, and Harry's voice sounded excitedly, shocking his heart.

It was the face of Sirius, the Black traitor Voldemort remembered, looking bewildered in the face of that declaration, which was hilarious in every sense of the word.Entertained him well.

But Harry was very excited now, and some of that emotion was transmitted over.

Voldemort closed his eyes, blocking out Harry's distraction.The phenomenon of visual connection is not unilateral, which further proves his speculation.soul... and blood...

However, his thoughts couldn't go any further, they were all chased away by Harry's voice.

—I want to protect Tom!

Even though the source has been blocked, it still pops out tenaciously.

He was almost dazed at first, then couldn't help laughing.A wave of emotion surged in the chest, making the delicate brain almost bye, and some messy noises flashed meaninglessly, strange abstract paintings, countless lines, flipped numbers and spells.

It wasn't until the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated that Voldemort took a deep breath and stopped meaninglessly destroying those annoying logic fragments in his mind over and over again.

He suddenly admitted something.nothing surprising-

It probably started with that kiss that even he couldn't explain clearly.

That is a desire.

And maybe some favorites.

He is well aware of its nature.

close to love.but not.

Although it is very reluctant, it can be said that it is the most love-like thing in his life.

Turn on the phone, the caller ID is Nagini.

Don't wonder why a snake has a cell phone number.With her IQ, she can still do it by pressing only one green button repeatedly.Voldemort had set up a record for her cell phone in advance, and for now it was enough for Nagini to be able to contact his cell phone.

【Tom? 】

The hissing Parseltongue became colder and deeper through the radio waves, making it harder for people to hear, but that didn't include the natural Parseltongue.

[Nagini. ] said Voldemort.

【Wow... It's really you, it's amazing... You were by my side last time, but this time you're in the Muggle world...】

Nagini said curiously.

Voldemort stood up, took the phone and walked towards the bedroom, [Nagini, get down to business. 】

[Oh... it's Crouch, uh, it should be called——Crowey now?Your human names are really hard to remember...]

[He has arrived? ] Voldemort deftly interrupted her wandering thoughts, pushing open the bedroom door.

【yes.He comes to you.But house-elves are banned from your Muggle territory, so excuse me. 】

[Well, good girl. 】 He said softly, and hung up the phone.Bring the wizard robes on the ground, and apparate after changing them.

A brown-haired man stood in front of the door. Although Voldemort didn't deliberately hide himself, the silent way of moving was still very subtle, but the brown-haired man noticed it immediately.He turned around and saw Voldemort, his eyes lit up instantly, and he stepped forward to salute excitedly.

"Go in and talk." Voldemort skipped him, pushed open the door and walked in.The man quickly followed.

After the door closed, Voldemort cut to the chase and said, "How's the situation?"

"Master, everything is as you expected." The Death Eater replied with a bow, "Arthur Weasley has been classified as a member of the Order of the Phoenix by Fudge, and he has expressed his support for me in private."

Voldemort nodded, appreciating: "I have always trusted you, Barty, you never let me down."

The brown-haired Death Eater turned out to be Barty Crouch Jr., who was believed to have received the Dementor's Kiss, and although he bore no resemblance to Barty Jr., the change of appearance was obvious to him. It is already familiar with the road.

"Master... Your expectation is always my highest pursuit..." Little Barty tried his best to restrain his heartbeat, and looked at Voldemort with piercing eyes.The latter was not looking at him, but fell into a brief thought.

After a while, he suddenly swept towards him, "So, before you act?"

Voldemort's question had no beginning or end, but Barty, who was as quick as he was, still understood what he meant, and nodded firmly: "Absolutely no problem, master. Arthur Weasley is about to be emptied by me, and the director's change of position is just A matter of time."

Voldemort tapped the table with his finger, "Very good. However, you can't do too much, or you will be suspected by Dumbledore."

Little Barty: "Yes, master. I plan to recommend him to the Auror Division before I act."

Voldemort understood his intention in an instant, and his tone even showed a hint of surprise, "It's very subtle, Barty..." Seeing his uncontrollable excitement under these words, Voldemort smiled meaningfully, "Maybe, I can rest assured."

Although it is an affirmative sentence, it is undoubtedly a warning.

Barty Jr. expressed his loyalty unequivocally.Voldemort listened patiently, then changed the subject, "One more thing... Barty, since you are in that department, I have to remind you—"

He thought of some pictures, and his voice showed a hint of interest.

"Our savior boy recently took an interest in a Muggle item..."

Little Barty was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for Voldemort's instructions.

This is one of the virtues that Voldemort appreciates about him.

"I need you—to take care of him," Voldemort paused, obviously understanding that a Death Eater should have misunderstood this sentence, and explained one more sentence, "in a positive sense."

This time Barty was really a little sluggish, but he still quickly replied: "Yes, I will cover possible loopholes for him."

"Don't be too aggressive, I think Arthur Weasley would be more willing to help than you," said Voldemort, "just in case."

He didn't plan to explain more, so Barty Jr. wouldn't ask more.

The episode passed quickly, and Voldemort instructed some plans after actions. During some practical discussions, a lot of time passed without knowing it.

Before dinner time, they wrapped up their conversation.Before Barty Jr. opened the door and left, Voldemort suddenly told him: "Do your job well, Barty... I will be useful." He looked unhappy, but not for Barty Jr., but for himself. to the fact.

Little Barty accepted the order respectfully, feeling that there was one more puzzling thing.

His current job... um, researching Muggle items?Anyway, just do it.

Voldemort walked towards the dining room, feeling his stomach churn at the thought of his upcoming Easter appointment.

Pretending to be an elite Muggle life, at least for a full day!

——And to be on the safe side, at least two days must be prepared.

This means that he must be familiar with most of the anomalies and all the daily routines that Muggles of this class may encounter in their daily lives, including advanced knowledge systems in a certain field and most common sense in the general field, and he must also be careful not to reveal all the magical world Common sense and habits!

If he wanted to be safe, he had to try his best to make a few set Muggle colleagues and subordinates into reality... He really got himself into big trouble.

The only consolation is that he has long anticipated this day and has been making all-round preparations.

It’s just that you have to understand that a Dark Lord has a lot of things to do every day, especially when he has just been successfully resurrected, all the clues are gathered together and need to be solved urgently, and there is a time bomb-like Achilles’ heel that bothers him all the time and requires the most concentrated energy to study.

Sometimes Voldemort really wants to split time in half, and recently he has occasionally started to consider robbing the Ministry of Magic's time-turner as an emergency - if he doesn't do this, he will completely ruin his grand plan, and Voldemort is definitely not afraid to try .

Not to mention the Ministry of Magic, which escaped unharmed because of this, when Voldemort sat at the dining table, he was still unhappy because of his troubles, and eating was tasteless.Even Nagini, who was sitting on a low stool beside him, noticed it.

[What's the matter with you, Tom?If you don't like lamb shank, give it to me. ] Her focus was obviously on the latter sentence, spitting out the letter and staring at the food on Voldemort's plate.

Coveting the Dark Lord's dinner plate, there is only one snake in the world.

[Although it's a disguise...it can't be all useless. ] Voldemort was obviously lost in thought, and he didn't even respond when Nagini climbed onto his lap, 【Time can't be wasted...】

He had good reason to be bitter about the time and energy he had spent pretending to be a Muggle.

Nagini didn't understand his incoherent answers, and she got used to it. She locked the leg of lamb on the dinner plate, opened her mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Food cannot be wasted.

She proudly finished and ran away.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I didn't want to explain too much about Lao Fu's mentality. I think the rhythm of the text should be enough, but some people suggest that it is better to say it in advance.I just want to remind you a little bit, Lao Fu likes Harry, just like Harry likes him, at least in my article, they are attracted to each other, not Harry being lured unilaterally.Harry felt this subconsciously, so he was so thoroughly involved.The nature of the savior is not really so silly.

But they are all sweet. (I don't have such a thing as a conscience!