The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After that day, Harry had no way of knowing what Hermione had talked about.But since then, Gryffindor girls will appear in the castle from time to time, bringing him some news from the school.

"I can't say anything specific." Holding a teacup, Hermione walked cautiously through the outer hall by the stairs, and spoke to Harry in a hurry, "The situation in the school is not very good, Professor McGonagall is alone, and the students She is also at a loss for time. When I figure out the situation here..."

Harry couldn't hear it, and he just wanted to understand one thing: "Did you do it willingly, Hermione?"

Hermione slowly raised her eyes and said softly, "Yes."

Harry was silent, and Hermione suppressed her voice and said, "I didn't defect..."

Harry wanted to say that he wasn't worried about this, but when he got to his lips, he realized something was wrong, shouldn't he be worried about this?

"...But I can't be in the Order of the Phoenix anymore... I have already said hello in advance, I won't contact you again... Don't worry."

Harry didn't understand what she was trying to do, but Hermione refused to say more, and he couldn't bear to persecute her with a suppressed expression.

In the end, I could only say: "...you are willing, and you must come to me if you have anything to do." Before Hermione could answer, she glanced at the figure walking not far away from the corner of her eye, and whispered, "You should go back."

Hermione lowered her head knowingly, bypassed the Dark Lord's path, and left cautiously with a slight nod.Harry had a hard time expressing his feelings.That's the most basic way of Death Eaters, but it doesn't seem so commonplace to put it on one's good friend.

These delicate thoughts were quickly distracted by the invading lips and tongues. Tom obviously didn't pay attention to this change at all, and didn't even give the new Gryffindor Death Eaters any extra eyes, just casually interrogated how he ran Came to the first floor.

Harry responded vaguely, his vision gradually blurred, but he could still catch a brief glimpse of his friend secretly looking back.It seemed to contain many complicated emotions, and when witnessing their intimacy, they vibrated slightly, like dew that was about to drop.

For some reason, Harry burned even more, hugged the people drowsily, and then produced a force out of thin air, dragging them both down into the small storage room at the end of the corridor.It is clearly their territory, but it is as exciting and chaotic as an affair. Tom pressed his eyes, which was especially thrilling in the cramped space. His stomach tightened, and he raised his neck involuntarily. I like it very much.

There is a cool air all around, coming from nowhere, seeping in through the wall, freezing the floor and the shelves, but not freezing the heat in my heart.When the bare skin is pasted, it is like a layer of ice touching a soldering iron. It is hot and can produce bruises.

All of them breathe fire.Lights don't seem to be needed either.Harry's thoughts collapsed in the darkness, and Hermione's eyes would float up from time to time, as well as the snuff bottle in Dumbledore's office, the phoenix perches in the smoke, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital wing, and the The smell of ink in the love potion... now it seems to have changed, a strong smell of alcohol...

The sound of rushing water slightly awakened his logic, and the wine in the storage room was smashed, drenched all over him, and continued to flood the floor.Harry tried to get up to dodge, but was held down by Tom.

"You know, sometimes your recklessness is not always so bad..." He murmured in a low voice, his eyes in the dark seemed to have been brewing red wine for many years, "This idea... I really appreciate it."

The wine poured down, like a heavy rain, soaking the already messy and narrow storage room into damp and muddy.

Harry was put into the wine, like a piece of sashimi with excellent meat quality, soaked in the mellow sauce, exuding an intoxicating taste.He smelled the wine and curled Tom's hair impatiently, but they were too short and slipped away from his fingertips quickly.In the wet and confused consciousness, he vaguely heard the enchanting singing, weak and continuous, as if separated by a thick rock formation, weird and vague.

He suddenly remembered where he had heard this kind of singing, but the next moment he was overturned by the waves of his body, and his consciousness fluctuated accordingly, and he lost in a trance.

But that momentary flash of insight survived, giving Harry a guess.

He found an opportunity to stop Hermione in the outer hall, and handed her the tea he had made himself.

"Thanks...thank you." Hermione took it in a daze, and after looking carefully, she found a note floating in the tea.

The learning of the rod returning spell was not smooth.Tom always said his desire wasn't strong enough, that the wand wouldn't belong to him.

But with the great barriers of wandless magic in the way, and without a holly wand in hand, it was difficult for Harry to feel affection for those transformed fake wands, let alone a strong desire.

Every time he casts a spell, he only misses his wand even more, and then remembers Tom's saying "losing it is only one of the most insignificant consequences", and he can't help but feel a surge of energy in his heart, practicing magic day and night.

Since magic without a stick is difficult, he started with magic with a stick; he was already familiar with the Flying Curse that slightly corresponds to the curse with a stick, so he practiced it again from the beginning, and he got a good understanding of it.Also because of my bad voice, I accidentally practiced the silent version.

Afterwards, Hermione met him again in the outer hall.Harry wanted to pull her into a nearby room for a detailed discussion, but Hermione refused with a horrified expression.

"My memory will be read!" Hermione said as if facing a formidable enemy. "Originally, it's nothing more than the skill of returning the spell with the staff, but if we go in and talk about it, it won't be able to wash away any number of Qingquan curses."

Harry realized her association belatedly, his face was flustered with shame, and he felt guilty, so he could only urge: "Then tell me quickly."

"I checked the library. The Staff Returning Curse is the enlightenment spell of modern staffless magic. Many books are used as representatives of staffless magic, dating back to the thirteenth century..."

"My God, Hermione, not now," Harry interrupted with a headache. He had already heard Tom say it once, and he didn't want to hear the history of the development of wand spells from his friend again. "Why are you all like this?" Like to look through the old almanac? Please tell me the conclusion directly."

"Because magic doesn't happen out of thin air!" Hermione glared at him, "...I checked all the materials in the library, and there are some practical skills. The first is pronunciation—since there is no magic wand, then we have to try our best to learn from spells." Make up for the pronunciation - "Unconventional Magic Records" says to put the accent on 'Staff Return' and leave a little space before 'Original Owner'..."

Compared with Tom's theoretical guidance, the materials Hermione found are more practical.Apparently Hogwarts has more books suitable for ordinary students, and the ones in the castle are always more cloudy for Harry to read.

Anyway, with the help of these tricks, Harry managed to get the transforming wands to respond a little bit, and even once, his broomstick wand actually flew to his feet.

"It must be because it mistakenly thought that I was going to ride it instead of holding it in my hand." After finally getting better, Harry complained angrily, "Otherwise it will definitely succeed!"

Tom thoughtfully rummaged through his luggage—Hermione Draco had sent Harry's dormitory luggage, including the Invisibility Cloak, which was now in the bedroom.

"As I said, your will to belong is not strong enough... Maybe you can try this."

Seeing him pulling out the invisibility cloak, Harry tried to persuade him, "No need..."

Tom ignored him for a moment, but withdrew his wand with an expression on his face and stared sullenly at the Invisibility Cloak.

The silvery fabric was still the same, lying there motionless.

"...this invisibility cloak cannot be deformed."

Harry tried his best, but he still couldn't hold back his laughter: "Pfft—you have today too..."

Tom's squinting eyes signaled danger, but Harry, already immune to it, raised his hand in apology. "No, I mean, it's cute."

"Cute?" Tom laughed instead of anger, emphasizing his tone, "Me, cute?"

"What's the matter, isn't it nice?" Harry put his arms around him, "I like all cute people."

Unexpectedly, Tom seems to have gradually given up on this kind of thing, he pinched his jaw, lowered his eyes, and didn't say a word.Harry's Adam's apple rolled slightly involuntarily.When the atmosphere was getting better, Harry was suddenly hit by a knee on his waist, causing Harry to cry out in pain.

"Oh!" Harry complained, clutching his stomach, "What's wrong!"

"Do you think it's going to be a kiss?" Tom asked softly, reaching out to rub his waist unhurriedly. "It's a beautiful idea. But you know, Harry...that's a reward."

After being poked in the center of his mind and humiliated for no reason, Harry was so angry that he pulled off his hands and decided to die with its owner.

"... bad-tempered petty vengeful control freak - now you're not cute at all!"

In terms of physical strength, the savior's Quidditch physical fitness and gradually developed body are becoming more and more able to play, but the body during the crown period is not as good as the peak. Although the experience and skills are still there, they are no longer Can easily win in hand-to-hand combat.

Although wrestling awkwardly, Harry was pleasantly surprised by this amazing progress.

"Hey, you're no match for me, Tom!"

Harry proudly pressed his whole body weight on his chest, confronting Tom face to face, and felt a great sense of humiliation.

Tom frowned slightly, and then relaxed, regretting in a low voice.

"...if I don't know magic."

Not to mention that Harry's wand is still in Tom's hand, even if neither of them has a wand, Tom can hang him up and beat him just by wandless magic.The final result was another crush without any suspense.

Trapped in the corner, unable to move, Harry gave up struggling out of breath.Maybe it was because after some venting, the anger almost disappeared, or maybe it was an indescribable feeling of loss that rose from the bottom of his heart, and he was glad that he was leaning against the wall and didn't have to face the people behind him.

…In fact, after gradually getting familiar with Tom's transformed wand, and the wandless spell has also improved, coupled with that unexpected conjecture, Harry has secretly decided to turn his focus back to finding the secret passage to the castle.

He knows Tom will be away for a while tomorrow.Recently, the power of Death Eaters seems to have gradually gained the upper hand, and the Dark Lord is no longer always needed in person, and the time spent together between the two has been greatly increased.

Obviously it was the closeness he had been looking forward to for a long time, but it meant that he had fewer opportunities to explore the castle privately, and it also meant that the reasons for being trapped here were gradually disappearing.

He never doubted that he could find the secret passage, find the dungeon, rescue Snape, and leave the castle.

The question is, after that?

Harry didn't want to think about it.

"You're scared, Harry."

The voice beside his ear was like thunder, and Tom was fingering his short messy hair, whispering softly behind him.

"It doesn't matter. There are too many people who are afraid of me, it's commonplace... But you are always special."

No...he wasn't afraid of him, never.

He just... wanted to come back.

It's just... I don't know if he will accept him at that time?Can he... can tolerate it?