The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

At the Death Eaters meeting the next day, the originally scheduled time for free speeches was cancelled. Voldemort dismissed a few urgent tasks very briefly, leaving the rest of the information for tomorrow.

"It's really urgent, go back and report it with the resurrection letter, and I'll call you over to discuss it alone later." He glanced around sternly, and said, "Any questions?"

But the expression seemed to say: Is there anyone else who dares to ask questions?

The Death Eaters looked at each other, and could only see the word "dare not" shining brightly on each other's faces, and the atmosphere was clearly about to end the meeting.

The word "scattered" was already spinning around in the Dark Lord's mouth, and a weak voice suddenly came out: "Master, master, there is something..."

Voldemort's eyes swept over, and his pale golden head shrank suddenly.

Before the expected reprimand or even a curse, Draco swallowed his saliva visibly, and said bravely: "Someone entrusted me to pass it on to..."

He hesitated whether to name it, after all, not many people even among the Death Eaters knew...

There was a sudden pain in the brain, and several recent scenes emerged.

——"Stop! You gang up on a low-grade girl, it's disgusting!"

——"Mudblood, don't think that Malfoy can cover you, he is not the only senior to follow that lord—"

——"The fire is raging!"

……

——"Why help me? Didn't you say that people like me will be cleaned up by you sooner or later?"

—— "I just think it's interesting that you are dying. Do you know? You learned that the executive department had already appointed me as the only intern in advance, and my application was directly thrown into the trash without even being looked at." Bucket has the same expression."

— "You guys deserve hell, Malfoy."

……

——"I ask you, where is Potter now?"

——"I don't know! Even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to tell you...Curse Listop! Why are you crazy? Points will be deducted for destroying desks—of course, it won't be counted on you Slytherins now, no matter what the facts are , only I will be unlucky!"

——"...Listen, at our party yesterday, the master spoke the snake language. There was an answering voice on the second floor. I felt a little familiar, and it shouldn't be an illusion. I observed it quietly for a long time afterwards, and I could vaguely see a The figure..."

……

— "Bring these to Harry, and I'll consider your offer."

……

Knowing that the memory was forced to read again, Draco could only endure the feeling of dizziness and vomiting, and tried his best to cooperate.

These memories are turbulent, dangerous, and crumbling.But it was useless to hide, unless he gave up his identity as a Death Eater and betrayed his family's honor, sooner or later he would be read by the Dark Lord.

Taking advantage of the earlier exposure now, the punishment can still be controlled within a barely bearable range.

Thinking of the pain of the Cruciatus Curse last time, he couldn't help shivering slightly in his seat.

"Dismiss."

The Dark Lord announced calmly.

Draco looked up abruptly, in disbelief—

Can what he did be allowed...?

As soon as such luck crossed his mind, he was frozen by the cold red gaze.

There was the sound of tables and chairs rubbing against each other, and the Death Eaters retreated one after another. Draco was sitting on pins and needles, but he didn't dare to tremble a single hair.

The last person exited the conference room, and the air fell into a silence that was close to terror.

The impending punishment is more frightening than the punishment itself.

That's what Draco is now.

"Follow with your things."

Voldemort got up to leave.

Draco stayed in place for two seconds, hurriedly straightened his clothes and followed.I don't know what's in store for me.

The candlelight in the shadow flickered for a moment, as if a breeze was blowing.

After leaving the conference room, Voldemort went straight up to the second floor.Draco still felt violently uneasy as he stepped on the stairs.From this stairway onwards was an area where Death Eaters were not allowed to step in, and anyone who stepped in would be subject to any possible attack from the castle's defensive magic.

There was once a reckless fool who went up two steps, and the steps that became passive in an instant arched to the end, lost his balance and rolled all the way down, fell bloody, and was reprimanded for dirtying the floor. He didn't show up for a month at their weekly meeting.

With the Dark Lord at the helm, of course this would not happen.It's just that Draco, who has lost his sense of normalcy, is especially sensitive at this moment. He even feels that the second floor of the empty castle is also blowing with gusts of wind, blowing from those almost static landscape murals, causing the steps under his feet to creak. laugh.

In the center of the hall on the second floor with countless candles floating, there is a long table. The dark green tablecloth has a sense of sight of a Slytherin table. Great breakfast.

Voldemort's footsteps stopped near there, causing Draco to have an absurd guess.

Do you want to have dinner together...?

While Draco was panicking, the Dark Lord looked down at the plate, inspected it for a while, and finally leaned over to grab it.As if completely forgetting that there was a poor follower behind him, he walked into the inner corridor with breakfast in one hand, and pushed open the door of a bedroom.

The moment the door opened, Draco caught a glimpse of a corner of the room, where a Gryffindor school robe was scattered around the bed.

It was like a thunderbolt striking down, instantly scorching him on the spot, and he would be annihilated in ashes at the slightest movement.

He froze in more panic than before, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

There was the sound of plates touching the table in the room, and the voice of the Dark Lord was further inward.

"How long has it been since you ate, Harry."

Although it was a question, one could hear a trace of ridicule inexplicably.

Draco took a step back tremblingly, as if he was about to run away, but suddenly a hand covered his mouth, and he was captured into the shadows in a hurry, and he was stuck against the wall.

I don't know when a silencing curse was cast around, the collision between the bones and the wall failed to arouse the slightest sound, only severe pain pierced through the nerves.

"Don't go." A few strands of curly brown hair fluttered to her face, and the Gryffindor girl's extremely low voice came close to her ears, "Let's go in together."

Hermione? !

Draco could hardly believe his ears.

when? ……How can it be?

"I borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak." Hermione seemed to guess what he was thinking, and explained it first, with a calmness that was almost indifferent, "I have been hiding in the hall."

Draco was still in shock, hesitant to speak, but was attracted by the movement inside the door.

"...I have no appetite."

The voice was terribly hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for more than ten days, or shouted for three days and three nights, and his throat was exhausted.

It took them a while to make out that it was Harry's voice, and they saw a little panic in each other's eyes.

"Want so?" Voldemort's voice asked. "Your wand."

There was no answer from Harry, only a very faint sound, like the sound of metal rubbing lightly.

Draco thought of something very ominous and looked at Hermione suspiciously.

The Gryffindor girl unknowingly let go of the suppression, realizing that the voice was a chain one step earlier than him, her eyes became very compassionate.

She was still hiding in the invisibility cloak, but she didn't deliberately conceal her movements.

Draco could tell she was rummaging through the few pieces of clothing that leaked through the gaps.

"You must have thought of that," Harry said wearily. "Is it fun to see my jokes?"

"Perhaps you need some guidance..." Voldemort's tone was meaningful, "Shall I come in person?"

A longer silence seemed to represent Harry's attitude.

Draco's heartbeat soared in this short period of time.Because Hermione re-covered the Invisibility Cloak, removed the Silencing Charm, came up behind him without a sound, and pushed him forward forcefully, making him almost stagger a step.

I don't know if this movement disturbed Voldemort. He seemed to have finally remembered this person, and when Harry just said "You..." He interrupted: "By the way, before that... guess what?" Who will come to see you today?"

The Dark Lord's voice visibly turned towards the door.

"Come in."

Hermione pushed him harder.Draco was forced to take a step, almost dizzy, only dared to stare at the ground, and walked into the room stiffly.

"Draco?"

Draco quickly looked up and glanced, the savior in only loose pajamas was sitting on the sofa, except for lack of energy, there was no sign of being tortured.

...a little surprise.But in front of the Dark Lord, he didn't even dare to have more thoughts, he just smiled mechanically as a response.

"I thought you..." Harry said hoarsely.

Before he could relax his throat, he was startled by a flash of light.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort's spell accurately intercepted the heavy object that was attacking Harry. The light of the spell was like a rope, encircling the invisible target, trying to drag it out, but it was cut off by the magic erupting from within. up.

Harry was shocked to hear Hermione's voice: "Cut the money!"

A bunch of black shadows appeared out of thin air and hit him directly on the bridge of the nose. Only when he got it in his hand did he realize that it was Hermione's wand!

A strong wind blew up, and the invisibility cloak was completely blown off, revealing the Gryffindor girl underneath.

She had thrown her own wand to Harry, and had only had time to break free from the first Binding Charm, but was unable to resist the Illusion Charm that followed.

The powerful magic from the Dark Lord had pinned her down.

Voldemort looked away, turning slowly to Draco.

"Introduce, Draco, the good friend you brought."

Draco's face turned pale with fright: "No, I'm not...please let me explain..."

He said so, but his mind was completely muddled, and his knees were so weak that he was about to fall to the ground at any time.

"Yes, I came with Draco." Hermione interrupted him, giving an answer that no one expected.

Draco glared at her, momentarily betrayed like never before.

Hermione just gave Harry a deep look: "I'm here to ask for something."

Subconsciously clenched the wand in his hand, Harry suddenly recalled, and eagerly explained: "No, my wand is not what you think..."

"Sorry, it has nothing to do with you, Harry." Hermione interrupted him, the power of the Puppet Curse restrained her limbs, and she could only raise her arms very slowly, showing that she was harmless, but she looked at Voldemort His eyes were very firm, "I'm here to apply to join the Death Eaters."

"What?" Harry couldn't help blurting out, drawing Hermione's sideways glance.

"You heard me right." She said calmly, "I know your rules, you need a referrer to apply independently." She paused, making Draco's ominous premonition come true, "My referrer, is Draco."

Draco pleaded flustered and flustered, "I, I don't—"

"You said," Hermione suddenly turned her face away, suppressing him with her eyes, "you said to me, 'Join the Death Eaters, Hermione, I can not only introduce you, but also have the right to decide your qualifications, The master promised it himself.' After that, you formally invited me."

"I..." Draco was speechless, because Hermione said all the things he did to show off at school, and then he gritted his teeth, "But you didn't say yes!"

"I said, bring me something, and I promise you."

Draco was dumbfounded because he thought she agreed to the request to reveal Potter's relationship with the Dark Lord!

"But..." Harry hoarsely asked the doubts from the depths of his soul, "Why, Hermione?"

Hermione suddenly lost all expression and fell silent for a while.

Harry, distraught but in no position to press her, began to feel his walnut wand hurt.

The other party in the room moved suddenly, and the Manipulator cursed Hermione's head.

"Did you forget one thing..." Voldemort stood in front of Hermione, forcing her to look at him, "Death Eaters obey me?"