The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"Did you find it?" Voldemort looked at the repeated images in the fireplace, and said by name, "Dumbledore's expression was like this when he was harboring evil intentions."

Harry couldn't understand: "What is evil?"

"He only told you half the prophecy—the half that didn't matter," Voldemort emphasized, "and then said it was the truth that I was going to kill you. If anyone should find it more absurd than I am, it's you."

No, it's more absurd to discuss such issues with your murderer.thought Harry.But he has actually slowly gotten used to this kind of absurdity, but Dumbledore... He really didn't expect it.

"But why did you ask me to see the memory of the Gaunt family?" At that time, Dumbledore himself said that he made this extra request. Originally, Harry wanted to ask why, but the changes that happened afterwards were too violent. Totally forgot about it.

Now that I think about it, there may be something hidden behind it.

Voldemort snorted. "That's his cunning. You never thought of it until now."

Harry was not too happy: "You know?"

"I ask you, when did he know about my Horcrux making?"

Harry hadn't thought about the question and couldn't answer it for a moment.This time, Voldemort only clicked to highlight the memory of the original words. Obviously, it is much easier to just take one sentence than to make a memory.One of the Dumbledores who showed the furnace disappeared, and the one left remained the same, but there was a voice floating out.

——"Do you still remember the diary you came across in the second grade? It was a Horcrux. Only very few wizards know this kind of advanced black magic product, which can make people immortal."

"According to this sentence, he should have inferred from the diary itself the possibility that I made a Horcrux. In fact, I told you a long time ago, not only the prophecy, but he didn't tell the whole thing about the Horcrux. Keeping in the dark and not knowing it, Harry..." Seeing Harry's expression, he couldn't help but sneer, "Even if I point it out, you don't mind, don't you?"

"...Professor Dumbledore had to do it," said Harry.He had already recalled what Voldemort had said shortly after that when he explained his Horcrux identity: Dumbledore would only tell him what the Dark Lord knew, just in case.

"That's 'yes,'" said Voldemort.

Harry acquiesced.

Voldemort was silent for a few seconds, obviously this was the result he had sought, but he was not satisfied with what he planned to achieve.

But now it doesn't surprise him anymore.

"He has known about the existence of Horcruxes for a long time. He has studied for at least three years and can easily see that you are one of my Horcruxes. For this reason, he has always been wary of you knowing too much information." He gathered the clues together and reminded, "Then why did I suddenly show you a precious memory that I didn't know he had collected?"

Harry tried his best to recall the general situation clearly, but Dumbledore's specific words were not so easy to remember, because what really impressed him in those days was obviously something else.

When he was in a painful memory, Voldemort didn't know when he got up and approached. He put his slender fingers gently on his temples, and whispered: "Think slowly, Harry, just like you use Occlumency, control yourself memory, I will extract it..."

Harry mobilized Occlumency along with his low voice, the soft voice seemed to have a calming effect, his thinking slowed down, and he was able to sort out his memory more clearly, the effect was stronger than when he practiced it himself.

"Reminiscing about memories."

The power of the spell gently moved Harry's thoughts, and a wisp of smoke seemed to blow out of his mind. Harry watched the tip of the yew wood stick put his memory into the vision furnace, and felt that his thinking became clear A little more agile.

It would have been better if Voldemort had been guiding his Occlumency.The thought flashed through his mind.As if he wasn't his ultimate goal in learning Occlumency.

The image in the fireplace became the memory that Harry had just retrieved from his mind, and he heard the conversation between himself and Dumbledore.

——"Even the anger that the Horcrux was destroyed has not been passed on to you. We have reason to believe that he has tightly blocked this connection. Unless you actively pass it on, this blockade is two-way."

— "So, does that mean I don't have to worry about my scars anymore?"

——"I really want to say yes. But I'm afraid I can't. This is my incompetence. I don't know the reason for him to do so. It can only be said to be a kind of luck that will end at any time."

Voldemort stopped the video and said, "This is it."

Harry looked at him.

"He is worried about the extent of our connection blockade." Voldemort said, "At this time, he and I have just encountered a battle, and each of us has some secrets exposed, which no longer need to be kept secret, and he is eager to confirm the extent of my connection blockade Reliable. So the best way is to reveal some old and new information to you, and observe my reaction. The new information can't be trivial, otherwise it won't attract me; but it can't be too eye-catching, or really deadly, Let me find out at once... So, this memory of the Gaunt House has become the best test product."

Harry finally understood a little bit: "Dumbledore wants to test whether you can obtain information through the connection."

At that time, Dumbledore made it clear that he didn't know why Voldemort suddenly stopped monitoring Harry through the connection, and he didn't know how long this state would last.Harry thought he finally stopped worrying a lot, but the old headmaster never let go of this layer of worry, and instead carried out a rigorous exploration plan unknowingly.

"There's one more thing that you'll probably never think about." Voldemort didn't go any further, bringing up another topic, "Since he summoned the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters haven't had any publicly exposed activities, and the Ministry of Magic has been manipulating it." Public opinion attacked him to deceive the public, suspected that the Order of the Phoenix had ulterior motives, and even sent inspectors to control Hogwarts. At this time, if I take the initiative to make a big noise, it will not only relieve the attack and pressure he suffered, but also buy a lot of people's hearts , has become the most anticipated savior of the wizards and the Ministry of Magic... Do you think he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to stimulate me to fight my own way?"

Dumbledore in the fireplace was still gazing at them deeply.I was used to it in the past, and I only felt that expression was strong and calm, but now that I heard Voldemort's analysis, I could see the twists and turns of planning and thinking in the direction of those knife-marked wrinkles, which weighed heavily on my heart, which is uncomfortable. Dare to look directly.

Dumbledore's schemes are all righteous, and he should not be blamed.Harry thought strongly.

But the faint oppression in his chest was pressing heavily on the base of his tongue, and he couldn't say anything to refute.

"Am I right?" Voldemort observed his expression and said lightly, "As long as he is kind, you don't care how he cheats and does evil."

"Evil?" Harry seemed to have finally grasped the opening, and couldn't wait to retort, "At best, it's just deception and... taking advantage of it, so it's not evil at all, right?"

Voldemort leaned forward slightly: "If the object is not me, do you still think his behavior is okay? If you really think it's okay, then I used you to invade the safe house last night, and I used to deceive you into dating with Muggle identity, Use the intelligence around you and restore your magic power yourself... You have no right to complain about these things."

"But..." Harry was caught off guard by him, and even more slightly shocked.It never occurred to him that Voldemort knew all about his past that was haunting him.He'd been acting like he was telling him: he didn't care, he shouldn't care, and it wasn't worth mentioning to the Dark Lord and the Savior.But now they are clearly picked out, without missing a single one, as if even today, they are still not forgotten.

This vibration was the same as the tightness in his chest that pressed the base of his tongue before, making him unable to utter a real rebuttal——

However, just because the target is the Dark Lord, it should not be counted as evil.

It seems that by substituting "you" for "Dark Lord" this shining truth loses its force.

Voldemort seemed to have seen through him, and sneered slightly: "It's really difficult to unify standards."

Harry was silent.Voldemort got up and walked to the tea table beside him, pulled a piece of coffee from the tea machine, and the machine started brewing with a slight sound."Tea or coffee?" he asked Harry.

"……black tea."

Seeing him bring two glasses of drinks, the small saucer held the black teacup, and the water surface was placed on the small table in front of him steadily, Harry's heart seemed to be shaking slightly like the small ripples in the cup.

"...I don't want to complain." He hugged the teacup, his eyes followed him back to the seat, the scene was palpitatingly familiar, "Actually... I knew it when I grabbed you to invade the Floo network, I Couldn't stop anything. I never thought you'd be able to turn around and stop killing or doing evil...I just...if it's because of me...it's like...I can't take it."

As he said these words, Harry felt as though he was finding exact descriptions of these subtle sensations for the first time.

"If I don't do something... it seems that I can't think normally... No, at that time, I just refused to think, and I could only do something to occupy my brain... In fact, I only have a vague idea, what do I want to save... But... it seems that somewhere, I understand that I can't save anything... just... just don't do this, maybe... even myself can't... can't be saved. "

I don't know if it was the Recalling Curse just now, or the atmosphere created by Voldemort was beyond imagination. The more Harry thought back, the clearer his thinking became.Finally, he looked down at the steam above the teacup, and his glasses were gradually covered in white mist.

"I probably just have an unreasonable fantasy." He muttered self-deprecatingly, "I imagine that I am innocent... I can live with evil and be untainted."

They sat opposite each other, drank water, and did not speak for a long time.

Ever since he woke up in the morning, Voldemort had been thinking about how to have this conversation with Harry.

Of course he wanted to say more than these, but these were necessary to give him the advantage of a real conversation.

Long before his identity as a Muggle was exposed, he had imagined how to engage in a tug-of-war between good and evil with the savior. In addition to the strategies he had already used, there were actually many methods that were useless at that time, even if he really broke up with him. How to force the savior to come back to find him... I made almost perfect preparations, but most of them were useless because of Harry's unexpected emotion.

He did not expect Dumbledore's small thoughts to be delayed until now.Based on Harry's blind obedience to that old man, he should have been exposing, suppressing and slandering unbearably.But... For so long, he really didn't have the chance to display it.

In fact, he planned to give Harry a serious warning today, not to let the lessons of last night repeat the same mistakes.

The cost of temporarily changing the plan is not small, and all arrangements have to be reorganized, and the most important thing is that the variables of the follow-up results will increase sharply.Even if he can afford it, he will spend a lot of energy and deal with many unnecessary risks.Before the hidden danger of Muggle Day is removed, it may even bring him a crisis.

Harry shouldn't have said that much.

This sudden confession made him irritated, causing as much upset as yesterday's "die for love" declaration.

He really, really hates the notion of "martyrdom."

After all, life is everything.Life is gone, what's the use of those bloody loves?

He has no interest in dead people.

"I don't know when you became so frustrated." He put down the coffee suddenly, and said while pressing down on the fire, "Didn't everyone die yesterday!"

Harry was taken aback and couldn't believe it: "You really... because of me?"

"Of course it's impossible!" He opened his mouth and said, seeing Harry's expression as expected, but he couldn't control the evil fire in his heart, "—it can't be all because of you!"

Harry froze for a moment, then realized again: "You mean—"

"That's right." He stepped across the table in annoyance, leaned over the chair with one hand and looked at Harry closely, "You disrupted my plan, it's a heinous crime. But it can't become a routine."

Harry grabbed his forearm, fixed him with an irresistible gaze, and murmured, "You're really for me..."

"Just 'part of' the reason—"

"It's really for me..." Harry didn't listen at all, and grabbed his arm tightly, "Really...it's not that I'm being sentimental..."

Voldemort began to feel a little bit troublesome: "This time is special, don't think that every time you can-" His face changed slightly, because Harry's strength pinched his arm painfully.When he broke free forcefully, Harry got up and bumped into his lips.

It was the first time in his life that he was sealed with a kiss.

The stress response was a merciless wind spell. The moment he realized it, he reversed his direction and only overturned the tables beside him two meters away. A large piece of the carpet was soaked.

Very well, the exclusive direction of the savior has never been within the expected range.And his mood of playing cards more and more unreasonably.

He simply bounced the armchair, grabbed the savior's jaw, and pushed him to the ground with one knee stuck between his legs. He laughed angrily, "There is another problem, which needs to be cured."

Reaching out to tear off his collar, he leaned down.