The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Their rectification did not go to the end, and another string of new news came in, waiting to be dealt with.

This is the trouble with the sudden change of plans, Voldemort thought as he lifted Harry's restraint, and had to deal with all subsequent accidents at any time.

...Still a little annoyed, he grabbed the savior's messy black hair, admired the bewildered flush on his face, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me here. Don't touch yourself."

Harry's delayed protest did a good job of assuaging his displeasure.

Fudge and Scrimgeour were acting as expected, it was Dumbledore's whereabouts that were in question.Before leaving yesterday, they said they were going back to Hogwarts, but the Ministry of Magic did not catch anyone or contact them this morning. The specific situation needs further investigation.

The Death Eaters who reported the situation were a little apprehensive, not knowing what Dumbledore was up to, but Voldemort felt that this was a good time instead.

Others don't know, but he knows very well that with Dumbledore's current strength and the suspicion that the Order of the Phoenix has encountered this time, no matter where he goes, he can't stop the rise of the Death Eaters.Now that he is missing on the bright side, it directly leads to the emergence of a large power vacuum, and many planned steps can be implemented forcefully.The dissent would have been nothing without Dumbledore's support.

Now that Thunder is attacking Hogwarts, he doesn't even need him to do it himself.

Urgently recruited a few Death Eaters, arranged a new operation, ignored the ecstatic Nott and the flattered Malfoy, and immediately dismissed everyone to carry out the task; it took a little more time to remind those magicians with the Dark Mark The Death Eaters within were on alert.

After doing all this, he got a little bit of free time and came back to Harry.

The third lounge itself is well-equipped with all internal organs, bathrooms, toilets, and a small kitchen. It can be said that it is not a problem to eat and live in it for a week, so he simply locked the door when he left.

According to his estimates, Harry might not be able to bear it at all, and would definitely find a way to break through the door.

But in fact the door to the lounge was intact. Harry went to take a shower, put on a bathrobe and came to the bar to wipe his hair. When he turned around, his green eyes seemed to still have clear water vapor.

"I want to read today's newspaper." Harry pulled the towel off his head and said immediately.

Voldemort then determined that it was his own illusion.

"We still haven't finished talking." He walked behind Harry, leaned over the bar slightly, and inspected the crease at the hem of the bathrobe from the obtuse angle of the boy's shoulder, "So, did you touch it?"

Harry froze visibly, his ears burning and glowing red.Voldemort's eyes were fixed on it, and he had already understood it, but he still wanted to bully him, and his voice forced people: "Tell the truth."

"...As you wish," Harry wanted to hide in shame, but held back, tightly holding the glass in his hand, "No!"

Voldemort laughed silently, a shadow cast down his eyelashes.

Harry couldn't see his reaction, he was nervous and a little unwilling: "...Satisfied?"

Voldemort turned his chin directly, put the tip of his nose close, smelled his breath, and could even feel the hot air pulsating from the boy's veins.

He lowered his head and gave him a long kiss.

"award."

……

Harry's stomach called them to the lunch table.While Voldemort went to give orders to the house-elves, Harry ran into his room and changed.

Fortunately, he had been here before, and there were still a few clothes left, otherwise he would have to search for treasures in the same boyfriend's closet again.Harry wanted to laugh, but he was already in the dining room and barely managed to suppress it.

Voldemort was waiting for him in the morning's place.After hesitating for a moment, he walked across the street and sat down on the seat on his right.I saw the extra dark green vertical card on the table at a glance, and while picking up the knife and fork, I asked casually: "What is this?"

"Letter to the tombstone." Voldemort only replied his name, and then concentrated on eating.Harry didn't wait for the next sentence, and continued to eat in a daze.

Instead, the red eyes glanced at him, enigmatically amused.But he kept quiet, picking and fiddled with the dishes, as if the savior was on the plate.

The savior himself was eating unconsciously, when he suddenly heard a sentence from a neighbor: "It's not impossible."

He chewed the bacon, looking up in bewilderment.Voldemort finished eating early again, leaving a pile beside him. He took out his wand and lit the green tablet in his spare time.It jumped up from the base from time to time, floating and giving off a slight silver light, a few strings of words flowed across the surface of the monument, and then slowly fell down, fitting back into the base tightly, completely matte.

At that time, the flashing light made his eyes shimmer, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to start a topic, but he stopped, and changed his words: "You eat first."

...Harry felt that it was necessary to develop the ability to eat in a storm in the future.

After finishing eating with great difficulty, some guesses ran through his mind.But actually hearing Voldemort's opening words was totally unexpected.

"You want to remain pure," Voldemort thought as he knocked down the tombstone, "it's not impossible..."

"Wait!" His words made Harry's skin crawl, "Keep what? I didn't say that!" Seeing Voldemort's eyes becoming more and more unfriendly, he reacted in time, and was overjoyed again Forgot to care about the words, "Wait a minute... What do you mean, God, are you going to change your ways?"

He remembered the fantasy he had spoken of not being tainted by evil... "Keep pure" meant that, which meant...

"Correction?" Voldemort repeated, and that weird look instantly calmed Harry down, realizing that he had misunderstood.

"No," he cut off quickly, "pretend I didn't say it."

"..." Voldemort stared at him and remained silent for a while.Feeling the needle-like gaze, Harry couldn't help turning his head and saying in frustration: "I'm just, I might be a little carried away, the things you said because I didn't kill people...even if it only means a little bit."

The frankness of the savior is always able to disarm some of Voldemort's guards by surprise, and even cancel certain attack strategies in advance, no matter in language or behavior.

He asked calmly, "Even if it's just this time?"

"...But, you just said," Harry stammered, gritted his teeth, "it's not impossible for me to remain pure."

Voldemort paused for a while with a blank face, digesting the unreasonable surprise attack, and said seriously: "This is what I want to talk about: some things, I can indeed consider leaving some room for you. But it cannot be unconditional of."

"First, the degree and time limit are up to me. Second, it is limited to matters related to you. Third, you have to find a way to convince me." Voldemort put forward the conditions straight to the point, "For those who really do not hinder my grand plan I will give you such a chance. On the contrary, if I really agree, then you have to give up your redundant illusions and obey my arrangement. "

Harry listened one by one, feeling ups and downs, and finally heard Voldemort ask: "How is it, do you want to accept it?"

With his heart beating, he told himself to calm down, and carefully pursued: "But, what do you want me to do if you want me to kill someone?"

"I won't order you to do things." Voldemort was surprisingly reasonable, "just stay well and don't get into trouble."

Normally, Harry would definitely argue about the fact that he wouldn't get into trouble, but now he's just working his brain desperately to think carefully about those conditions.

"How can I persuade you?" To prevent misunderstanding, he added, "What method of persuasion do you accept?"

"As long as you are loyal to me, you can imagine."

Harry didn't know whether to be surprised by his good words or by the predictability of the premise.

"Then what if the result doesn't meet my expectations, and I have to listen to your arrangement?"

"..." The brief silence made Harry's pressure suddenly increase, and he always had the illusion that he was getting bigger and bigger, especially when the target was the Dark Lord, and he was almost a little terrified.But Voldemort answered him without impatience: "If I intend to change, it will not exceed the bottom line of your acceptance...in most cases."

"Of course, there are situations where you cannot be satisfied even if you leave more room." Voldemort said without hesitation, "Especially if I intend to show mercy and the other party doesn't know what to do, then there is nothing to discuss. "

That's true.thought Harry.I also feel that I can understand his way of thinking, which is really hopeless.

But now this kind of thought can't even suppress his boiling mood, because Voldemort asked again: "You can't lose this one more chance, Harry. It's too easy for me to restrain you before you move. With this Promise, you can at least know some of my plans. So, before I go back on my word, tell me your decision."

Undoubtedly, there was only one sentence left in Harry's mind: "I want to try."

After that, they discussed some details of the agreement in detail.The process was completely beyond Harry's imagination, there was no big fight, no quarrel and irony, just like a pair of real lovers who tolerate each other, discussing their ideas about where they should go on a date on the weekend.

But the delusion ended when he couldn't wait to mention Snape.

Voldemort only replied him with a word, and went up to the third floor with the glowing letter on the tombstone.

"You better not make me suspect I'm stupid so quickly."

Harry closed his mouth resentfully, recalled something, and chased him to the stairs: "By the way, I have Quidditch practice today, and I have to go back to school before four o'clock in the afternoon!"

Voldemort stopped in his tracks, and returned a look from the stairs that was blatantly discriminatory.

For the first time, Harry couldn't bear this look: "This year there is a place to perform in the World Cup qualifiers, and everyone is looking forward to it...Speaking of which, when do you plan to go back to school?"

Voldemort grimaced, thinking of the latest news he had just received.Although Hogwarts has been won, Dumbledore unilaterally tore up his teaching contract before leaving and set up the strictest defensive magic for Hogwarts. I am afraid that he will not be able to go to school for a while.

"I don't intend to go back." He said in a drawn out voice, "Go back by yourself."

"What? Aren't you the head of Slytherin?"

"I will be very busy." He stepped forward again, "There are new situations to deal with at any time, and I don't care about such trivial matters."

There was no movement downstairs, obviously after a period of vigilant thinking, he chased after him in three steps at a time.

He raised the corner of his mouth silently.

"Not going back to school?"

"...I want to be with you," said Harry.

It would be a little more convincing if the smile on his face was not so fake.thought Voldemort.Harry was afraid he had forgotten that he was the one who was better at it.

He repeated unhurriedly: "You want to accompany me?"

The suspicion in his tone was too obvious, Harry quickly gave up and said, "Well, I want to watch you do less bad things."

"I wish you good luck." He said as if it had nothing to do with him, and continued to go upstairs, "However, this is not a place where you can come and go as soon as you want. Once you live here, don't think about leaving easily, including go to school."

Harry was not hit, but followed up and actively fought for it: "Then what should I do in class? There are also Quidditch competitions, final exams...the World Cup qualifiers!"

"...Did you have some misunderstanding?" Voldemort looked sideways. "It's your decision to stay. If you can't afford the consequences, go back to school and be your Gryffindor savior."

Not being stimulated, Harry grabbed his sleeve robe and smiled brightly: "You can teach me, okay?"

"..."

For some reason, there was suddenly nothing to say.

The end result was that Harry slumped over his desk to write the letter, sent it to Granger with his owl, and then wanted to keep writing.

"Firebolt+Arrow accepts mail purchases. I can't go out to buy them. Is it okay to mail order myself? There is also "Daily Prophet", if you don't show it to me, I have to order one myself. I also need to order a few more magazines, otherwise It's so boring. Oh yeah, I almost forgot my textbook..."

"That's enough, make a list and do it all at once tomorrow."

Voldemort dropped the latest information in his hands. Generally speaking, there were no major problems with the plan, but the Death Eaters who had just been alerted did not dare to report anything. Formed a bizarre combination of inside and outside, success made him lose his last ambition.

"Where are you going?" Harwich asked.

"Third floor. Review the Death Curse."