The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry hesitated for a second, but dropped his things and followed, to see how the Dark Lord was reviewing the Killing Curse.

Forgive the various murder scenes that drifted uncontrollably through his mind, it's hard to expect anything else from a Dark Lord.

But he was stopped by a statue of a large boa constrictor at the door on the third floor.

【Step aside. 】Harry tried to use the invincible Parseltongue to pass the level.This time it didn't work.

The jet-black statue of the serpent flashed indifferent eyes inlaid with emeralds, with an unselfish face: [Password error. 】

[... Voldemort didn't say the password just now! 】

[Of course the owner of the castle doesn't need it. 】The big black snake urged disdainfully, 【Password. 】

Harry went straight around it, but was firmly held back by the swift force of a gargoyle snake, blocking the entrance and unable to move forward.

After staring wide-eyed for a long while, he finally gave up and began to be blinded by familiarity: 【Slytherin. 】

[Wrong password. 】

[Magic, power, Horcrux, death, black magic, pure blood...]

[Password error, error, error,...] When it was the turn later, the big black snake didn't bother to respond, and just poked there eerily and motionlessly, clearly symbolizing the result.

Harry tried to force his way around again.

It's a pity that his body is still not in shape. In addition, although the big black snake is a statue, its smooth texture moves very smoothly, its density is close to that of marble, and it is full of strength.

A black shadow swept over, and the tail of the snake hit the abdomen, throwing Harry back into the corridor, and was about to roll down the stairs.

At the critical moment, a cursed light flew from behind the snake, and brought Harry's tumbling body back in time.

The power of the curse brought him back and threw him at Voldemort's feet.

Harry just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to get up again, but was held back by the curse again.

"...??"

"Go back honestly." Voldemort said condescendingly, "You don't have authority on the third floor."

After speaking, he lifted his leg and left, but Harry grabbed his trouser leg with quick eyes and hands.

Voldemort paused for a moment, then withdrew slightly.

"Why don't you give me permission?" Harry asked confidently without being affected by his embarrassing situation, "I want to practice magic with you."

"...a death curse?"

"Anything is fine." Originally, it was just a casual answer, but Harry was really a little excited after speaking, as if he had forgotten the notoriety of those dark arts in an instant, "We have never practiced together."

Voldemort fell silent, a wave of perverted absurdity assailed him.

"...There will be opportunities in the future." He said.He waved Harry downstairs and walked into the library by himself.

...to be driven by that brat to have some inexplicable expectations.

Could it be that I really like...so...love?

... The thought provoked a chill, as expected, but was not dismissed without hesitation as usual.

Next, Harry planned to find a way to gain access to the third floor, but the ever-changing series of reports in the newspaper quickly grabbed his attention.

First, Dumbledore was found missing, and then Scrimgeour published a long interview exposing the sphere of influence of the Order of the Phoenix, which caused an uproar.

For the first time, the public knew that the Order of the Phoenix not only had a wide range of influence, but also that its members were omnipotent, including the cause of the safe house attack: werewolves.

Scrimgeour strongly suspected that Lupine was the insider who leaked the information. He even admitted in the newspaper that he mistakenly believed in the proposal of the Order of the Phoenix. Since the Azkaban incident, he has been led by Dumbledore by the nose because of the pressure of dereliction of duty. , to the point where he had to accept the Order of the Phoenix's involvement in Auror affairs.

In the end, there were journalists who fanned the flames and came to Hogwarts for interviews, and wrote articles pointing out that Dumbledore was suspected of absconding in fear of crime.

"The Ministry of Magic went to Hogwarts to inquire early in the morning, but was blocked outside the headmaster's room for two hours. After finally entering, Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen."

"The fact that the savior appeared at the scene of the crime has already spread in the school. The students took the initiative to mention that he had been on leave for a week, which coincided with the time when Dumbledore disappeared."

"A student of the same grade in Slytherin College told the reporter that he has been controlled by Dumbledore for many years, and he has already obeyed his words. It is not surprising that he will know the mission location of the Order of the Phoenix."

"It is worrying that the disclosure of such a dangerous and important secret stronghold to underage wizards outside the mission is very likely to be something that Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix often do."

"The mastermind of the attack is still unclear, and Potter is the only foreign intruder who was photographed. They both disappeared on the day when the Ministry of Magic came to question. Dumbledore and Potter may not escape the list of key suspects. Obviously, We can all understand who is the real master of the two. Perhaps Potter's unexpected stay and the scene recorded by the "Daily Prophet" have exposed some of the long-covered intentions, even if Dumbledore is as powerful as Dumbledore. I'm starting to feel guilty."

"...nonsense." Harry put down his half-drunk iced milk and shook the newspaper to the wizard next to him, "How could they use me to slander Dumbledore? Who is the thief!"

The person who was eating slowly finished cutting the steak on the plate before looking up and giving him a half-smile look.

……oh.Harry calmed down quickly.By the way, the real thief is the real leader of the dark forces in front of him who eats a luxurious breakfast with peace of mind, dominates the castle every day, and gives orders to all the Death Eaters who come to visit him every day.

He really found the most suitable person in the world to complain about.

But reason still couldn't stop the righteous comments from the heart from running out of his mouth, it just filtered the tone much flatter.

"Scrimgeour and Fudge wanted to frame Dumbledore in the first place, what's the use of him being questioned? Even seeing you make a move can't make that old fool admit that what I said is true, and Dumbledore can't convince them , if you don’t want to be trapped, you can only take one step first, this kind of thing has never happened before..."

Tom's snort cut him off.Harry rolled his eyes and stopped to look at him: "What makes you find it ridiculous?"

"You really think you can guess Dumbledore's thoughts?" Tom asked lightly.

"Of course not." Harry said hopelessly, "Dumbledore must have thought more and better than me."

"Oh." Tom commented unceremoniously, "well-deserved reputation."

Harry didn't react, and heard his tone scornfully snapped: "Dumbledore's lackeys - they are right, aren't they?"

The knife in those red eyes hurt someone, and Harry was speechless for a moment.

It's not that no one has said this, but it's very sad to hear it from some people.

In the end, he became angry instead, and retorted angrily: "I'm not!" Thinking of the slander he saw just now, "...I didn't listen to what he said!"

Tom and he looked at each other for a moment, and a little intriguing smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

"I like that about you," he said.

Harry's anger then turned a little sour.

"...some people say I'm your running dog." After a while, Harry said awkwardly, a little casually wronged, but deliberately concealed who he was talking about.

Unexpectedly, Tom didn't intend to explore or comfort him at all, so he turned his chin around very smoothly, stared at him with great interest and said, "Then I'm really looking forward to it. When do you plan to settle down?"

His eyes are very evil, full of undisguised desire, and when placed on the young face of the crown period, it will create a terrible and wonderful contrast, even if people understand his essence, they will always be seen Reflexive deception.

Harry felt a shiver down his spine, but there was also a secret excitement - one could even say anticipation - like a tarsus, crawling back along all the spreading panic, which was hard to disturb the clarity.

It's just too bad.He quickly got rid of that emotion and found his purpose.

"I have to go back to school, Tom." He grabbed his hand, freed his jaw, and said slightly waveringly, "Make it clear to that reporter that my appearance and departure have nothing to do with Dumbledore , and has never been manipulated by him."

Tom leaned back in his chair and picked up the fork with the chunks of beef, neither salt nor taste.

"Then, let's call."

Harry caught his implication keenly: "I'll be right back, so... no need?"

"Do you think I will allow it?" Tom smiled without warmth, "Or do you think you can break into my castle?"

Harry saw what he meant.

"Does it have to be like this? I'll just go back and explain it. It won't take long. Is it okay just once?"

"What I said was not a joke, Harry." Even the cold smile disappeared, "Castle or school, you choose yourself. I made an exception and gave you a second choice, and there will be no third choice. "

Harry didn't give his choice.Their breakfast fell into a silent cold war.

This is not surprising.They'd had an argument as early as Harry's first leaf through the newspapers and magazines that had been delivered to him.That time was far less peaceful than this time.

Harry wanted to find Scrimgeour's theory, telling him that the other wizard who appeared at the same time as himself was the Dark Lord himself.But after Tom laughed at his naive idea, he said that his castle does not accept outsiders, and he must leave here, and he can't come back after leaving.

The restriction finally showed its true colors.Harry couldn't do anything else as long as he wanted to keep an eye on Tom himself.

If it were someone else, this condition would seem unreasonable.But in the case of the Dark Lord, the energy he possesses is so great that it is worthy of anyone's careful consideration and even compromise.

Especially a hot-blooded boy who bears the name of the savior.

But this can't stop the hot-blooded boy's rampant temper.

Even without his wand back, the Savior fearlessly engages in a furious fight with the greatest Dark wizard alive.

As a result, of course, he was so suppressed that he couldn't turn over, and even slightly melted in the cold kiss of the other party as if punishing, leaving a few indelible marks on his chest and neck.

Considering the substantial concessions he had received not so long ago, Harry had proceeded not even reluctantly, and hadn't given up on the temptation to oversee the Dark Lord in the end.Rather, he himself was already a great temptation to him, but now Harry would never say it, or even let the idea rise to the upper level for a chance to be noticed by the master of insanity.

After that time, he no longer took actions lightly, but only complained and commented at the breakfast table like today, trying to test the plans of the Death Eaters.Of course this was rarely successful, but it wasn't all for nothing for Harry.

Sometimes Tom couldn't help laughing at his resentment, and told him the truth: "No one cares about the truth, Harry, it doesn't matter how much good the Order of the Phoenix has done, the Ministry of Magic hates that they have power now."

Harry was often overwhelmed by his analysis, but occasionally felt wrong.Breakfast was always his most mentally charged time of day, because after that Tom would start his day as the Dark Lord, running in and out of the first floor, constantly conferring with or punishing the Death Eaters who would come upon him.

That's why Harry couldn't leave.Tom rarely left the castle, and only went out for a short period of time when some necessary actions were required, and then returned to the castle to continue giving orders.

If Harry was lucky enough to spot the timing of his move ahead of time, he would have the opportunity to bargain with him.

"If they stop you, you can use other methods, other than killing people. You are so smart, you must have figured it out!"

"It's no use complimenting me, Harry. You've got to figure it out. Killing is the quickest way, and I hate wasting time and energy."

He was pushing him, Harry knew, but the temptation was still there - if you just said something, someone might get away with it, so why not?

"...Is it okay to imprison them first? Anyway, you have imprisoned so many people, so this one is not more?"

Tom was silent for a while, and then laughed slowly.

"You heard what you said, Harry." He even sounded a little smug, "You don't care that someone is imprisoned, it's just that Snape made it unbearable for you."

He is particularly annoying at this time.Harry thought to himself, but didn't say it.He was getting to know Tom's temper more and more, and it would not lead to any pleasant direction to say it at this time.

"Yes, you are right." He gave up on himself, "I am so complacent and greedy that I not only want you to spare his life, but also want you to let him go. Now that I know it's impossible, I will calm down by myself for a while and work hard. Accept this reality."

Tom looked at him for a while, his eyes were unfathomable, but he said nothing, turned and left.

The next day Harry would learn the result of his struggle from the newspaper, as long as the protagonist in the news was not "killed to death", it would be a huge victory.

But he vaguely understands that this kind of "salvation" will not last long.When you are a savior at the bedside of a dark lord, it is very difficult for you not to be swallowed up by the storm created by the person next to your bed.

The bad status quo that is everywhere all the time seems to be waiting for someone to save him, and he is simply not enough.

For example, Harry heard screams from time to time, some from Death Eaters, some from their captives.At first he wanted to stop it, but Tom's shots were very neat, often ending in less than a minute, and Harry didn't even have time to find the sound and rush away.Although he thought about sitting on the sidelines, with their current level of trust in each other, he might have a hard time convincing Tom to let him attend their meetings, large and small.What's more, the Death Eaters probably wouldn't have any happy reaction when they saw his appearance.

Once, Harry accidentally made a noise upstairs, which immediately attracted the collective attention of the Death Eaters gathered in the lobby on the first floor.Covered by the fence and some defensive magic on the second floor, they couldn't see Harry's appearance, but Harry saw a pale golden head through the gap in the railing, and someone beside him leaned over and whispered.

He couldn't confirm whether it was long hair or short hair, because Tom had already asked him in Parseltongue in front of everyone: [What's the matter, Harry? 】

Even across a floor, Harry could feel the atmosphere of the hall where needles could be heard, and all the wizards in black robes and silver faces were silent, not daring to move more.The reflective silver masks were facing the second floor, almost hurting his eyes.

He began to regret why he had to peek at the railing on the second floor, and it didn't matter to him whether the Death Eaters were punished or not.This group of guys would only bow and bow in front of those who were really difficult to mess with, and his mind should be on finding the entrance to the dungeon to rescue Snape—yes, although he gave up convincing Voldemort, he still hasn't given up on his own actions.

【Nothing...】 As he spoke, he couldn't help but say something, 【Be happy, Tom, there are so many people today. 】

Merlin, what the hell is he talking about.

Harry regretted it when he finished.Although all he thought was that the group would get less punishment if Tom was in a better mood, it was as out of place as some party gossip.

Fortunately, Tom seemed to be in a hurry to start, and without saying anything more, he cast a spell to block his peeping.

After recovering for a while, Harry also began to explore the mechanism of the castle on the second floor.

Tin Tower Wine Castle has a long history equivalent to half of Hogwarts, and Harry learned from Nagini that Tom also inherited ownership from the previous owner of the castle—although he doubted whether the owner knew about it— —A lot of things are still the same.

Based on Harry's experience in exploring Hogwarts, he always tends to believe that there must be some unknown secret passages in this kind of castle, as long as he finds them, he doesn't have to choose between the two.It didn't matter if Tom backed off - he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask his permission.