The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

——"The Mysterious Man hates betrayal the most."

Hermione once paraphrased Draco's words like this.

Harry had even heard something similar from Dumbledore.

In fact, he didn't need these other people's judgments, he could naturally know from his heart how much Tom would hate betrayal.His possessiveness and control never quit their relationship, and the reason Harry has accepted it well so far is that he never thought of betraying the relationship.

But when it comes to freeing Snape, Harry has to seriously consider, does this count as a kind of betrayal?

After all, what Tom had promised him—not to take his life—was true.But should he be content with that?

Although he hardly ever witnessed it, Harry knew roughly how Tom punished his men, let alone the prisoners who fell into his hands.It's not hard to imagine what kind of torture Snape would suffer in the dungeon, and some dark and terrifying pictures would appear in Harry's mind from time to time.

If it were his good friends, such as Hermione, Harry would not hesitate to rescue them.But Snape...

To be honest, he had never liked the gloomy Potions professor, and even after knowing his position, Harry could only keep a respectful distance, and their relationship was never anything but pleasant.

To risk Tom's displeasure for such a man seemed worth the candle.

For the first time, Harry found that he didn't want to do a definite just thing from the bottom of his heart.

But an irresistible inertia made him spurn such a self.

"Tom...is Snape still alive?"

Between the unconscious bed, Harry was suddenly hit by such a contradiction, and couldn't help asking.

His boyfriend didn't sound like he had the slightest patience for this kind of question.

"If you stop asking."

So Harry asked again at breakfast time.

"Is there even the slightest chance... that we let Snape go?"

Tom stopped and made a dangerous joke.

"Then who's going to lock it in, your good friend Granger?"

"...she's your Death Eater now!"

Harry said emotionally.This is another matter that bothers him, and there is no good time to solve it for the time being.

Tom's tone fell, with the darkness of being the Dark Lord.

"Like I don't know what she's up to. If it wasn't..." He stopped talking suddenly and turned to Harry, "She's pretty smart so far, if you don't want to follow in Snape's footsteps, you should tell her to continue Get smart."

Harry didn't know what he was referring to.This passage brought him comfort and vigilance at the same time. He wanted to ask for more details, but Tom refused to talk about it.

At some point, he seemed to have made some kind of agreement with Hermione not to discuss the details of Death Eater affairs with Harry.

"It sounds very reasonable for the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord to team up to deal with the Savior."

Harry laughed to himself.

Tom looked at him across the plate amusedly. The boy never knew how much invisible protection he had.Strangely, he was never arrogant.

The Gryffindor girl's conditions were very simple, just stepping on his bottom line, and relying on some factors to make progress a little bit.

——"I only accept tasks related to Hogwarts... and Harry. On this basis, I can be at your disposal, including using black magic."

It was astonishing, just because the name "Harry" was mentioned made his patience soar to the point where he could tolerate the girl's rude terms in an instant.

Even in the mood to continue bargaining.

"Are you going out today?" Harry's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

Another thing Harry didn't know was behind it.

It can't be said that he really allowed Harry to know his every move, but today was special because the long-lost Dumbledore showed up.

A note left to McGonagall was intercepted in his hand, saying "I will go back to the headmaster's office on Friday morning to appoint the real successor", it seems that the mere headmaster's contract can still be played in today's Hogwarts It seems to work.

Still the same, defiant.

Tom's silence caught Harry's attention.

"Is anyone going to die?"

he asked reflexively.

He can't be blamed for being too sensitive. In the past few weeks, he has relied on his sensitive nerves to detect the clues that Tom is about to kill, so that he can seize the opportunity to negotiate in advance.

Harry was ready to discuss the extreme necessity of who to kill, but Tom's answer this time was completely subversive.

"I hope so."

He said it was rare to be absolutely sure who was killed.

Although Dumbledore was no longer his opponent, killing a powerful wizard in full armor was sometimes much more difficult than defeating him, so he arranged for several Death Eaters to guard the gate.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore's long-lost sudden appearance would come with only a virtually voided principal's contract.

...Maybe there will be accidents.

Thinking of this, his hand unconsciously touched the box that he had always carried with him, and he put it on the dining table without thinking.

"Keep it."

He left the table without saying this.

"Wait, you haven't changed your wand for today..." Harry hadn't finished eating, he swallowed the pumpkin pie in a hurry, got up and wanted to chase after it, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the box on the table.

A long, dark wooden box.

It was clearly the wand boxes piled up in Ollivander's little shop.

He opened it in disbelief, and his holly wand was firmly fixed in the dark green velvet cushion.

The wand he thought he couldn't get back from his mean boyfriend without mastering the wand's return spell and fighting it strategically.

By the time he had chased down the stairs with the box, Tom had long since disappeared from the private fireplace, heading for Hogwarts.

He was trying to pull back his reason, thinking about Tom's strange remarks, who would die, etc... But he really couldn't control the corners of his mouth, especially when he found that the wand box in his hand had Tom's personal style, a holly wood wand Even after being meticulously maintained by the naked eye.

With a real wand in hand, Harry's plan will go much smoother.

But the process of getting it slightly dampened his resolve.

Harry returned to the dining room, ate the rest of his breakfast slowly, and stared blankly for a while.

Unknowingly, his hand touched the holly wood, as if touching it for the first time, a slight throb came from him, and the experience of practicing the curse of the stick made him more sensitive to its subtle reactions than ever before.

He could feel it seeming happy and eager to be released.

Harry picked up his wand thoughtfully, and a surprising scene appeared.

Without the effect of the spell, the tip of the staff began to slowly spit out bright golden smoke, which floated in the air and gradually gathered into a clear sentence!

"Hello, I used secret magic to ensure that only the owner of the wand can trigger this message:

Thank you for saving me, unfortunately I was controlled by the people who came after me, and I can only be forced to wait for this wand to return to its original owner in an unknown form.If the truth is not revealed by the time you see it, please come to [-] Grace Street and find me who is about to be raped. I happened to have many important facts about the safe house attack.

Yuno Farley

The gold letters were gone, and Harry stood up abruptly, his mind in a tangle of confusion, and he just waved his wand repeatedly to make sure no more magic would be triggered.

He couldn't believe that the one he had accidentally saved - this Juno Farley - had managed to bypass all the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself who were handling the wand, and miraculously conveyed the message only to him!

What's more, Yuno unexpectedly kept such crucial evidence.

Although he hasn't read the newspaper much in recent days, the safe house attack mentioned in the message is one of the current affairs that Harry knows best.The newspapers have repeatedly guided public opinion to attribute the masterminds behind the scenes to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. The members of the Order of the Phoenix disclosed in the parties are all suspected of committing major crimes and cannot come forward to defend themselves; Scrimgeour, who is not suspected, is the main member of the Order of the Phoenix. The accusers, and even the Ravenclaw intern Kaliss, whom Harry had hoped for a little, had recently broken their silence only to support Scrimgeour's testimony.

At this point, it is meaningless to read these reports again.Harry wisely chose to focus on practicing his spells.

Without any precautions, there was a sudden possibility of the truth being revealed.

Almost impulsively, Harry wanted to just rush to Six Grace Street, rescue Juno Farley, and bring the evidence to light.

Reason blocked his legs towards the gate, and pulled out his original plan again.

Harry heard the singing of the mermaid in the overflowing wine in the storage room.

During the Triwizard Tournament, he heard it countless times at the bottom of the Black Lake and in the bathtub.So even though it was faint and faint, he recognized it immediately, it seemed a little weak, but it was close at hand.

At that moment, he instinctively felt that this would be related to the passage of the dungeon.Afterwards, he secretly searched for the rooms around the storage room. Only one door was locked, and Tom never set foot in it.

The Alahoo hole was not enough to break through the door. Thanks to his hard work during this period, Harry knew several unlocking spells, and finally broke open the door violently with the blessing of the holly wand.

It was pitch black inside.

Before Harry could light his wand, the brain-piercing scream pierced the darkness and rang through the castle in an instant.

Harry recognized the sound of the mermaid singing in the air, almost identical to the second item's golden egg.

Perhaps it was an alarm mechanism to prevent breaking the door, this super penetrating power was enough to spread to every corner of the castle, and it could also torture the brains of intruders.

To make matters worse, a huge chill came out of the darkness, making Harry shiver.

There was no good way, Harry covered one ear in vain, and cast the fountain spell continuously with the other hand, perhaps lucky enough to hit the mermaid, the singing was suddenly immersed in the liquid and became inaudible.

Harry had time to light his wand.

The room is full of abandoned debris, many magical items of unknown use are piled up on the ground, and there is only one path leading to the corner.

As Harry walked down the path, the cold breath became more intense.

Including the floor, the surfaces of all objects were covered with layers of ice of varying thicknesses. At the end of the road was a huge ice block as tall as a person, inside which was a half-man, half-fish fairy-tale mermaid.

Unlike the spear-wielding creature at the bottom of the Black Lake, this one looked more like the blond mermaid on the mural in the prefect's bathroom.But her hair is white, floating slightly in the ice, as if floating in water.

"Hi." Harry stretched out his hand and greeted her through the ice, "I heard your singing."

The mermaid's eyes are dark blue, inlaid on the almost transparent skin, like two deep sapphires, staring at him faintly.

For some reason, she was swimming in the ice like a fish in water, floating over curiously and warily, reaching out to touch Harry's palm.

The temperature on the ice seemed to be one degree lower, but Harry didn't move his hand, just gave her a friendly smile.

It was this inadvertent smile that seemed to ignite the light in the mermaid's eyes, and she laughed happily all of a sudden, jumping up and down in the narrow ice cube, with a singing sound that only spreads in solid liquid.

Harry was a little confused, but he noticed something: "Are you stuck here?"

The mermaid's flexible shuttle is limited to the inside of the narrow ice block, and she seems unable to escape from the ice to survive.

I don't know if she can understand, and after tossing in the ice for a while, she happily returned to Harry. Suddenly, she poked her head out of the ice and kissed Harry's eyes with her mouth closed.

It was so cold that it almost froze Harry's eyelids.

But then, she retracted into the ice, swam to the top, and held up the surface of the ice layer with both hands, slapping the fins vigorously, and slowly lifted the ice block up.

Harry was dumbfounded to see that there was a passage under the ice, and the long staircase was the direction leading to the ground.

The mermaid flapped its fins more and more impatiently, as if it was about to be unable to hold on, it emerged from the bottom of the ice and sang with a loud voice. The violent screams urged Harry to go in quickly.

"Thank you so much!" Without thinking about anything else, Harry hurriedly jumped into the passage, and said to the kind mermaid girl, "Wait for me to come back and save you!"

The moment he was completely underground, the ice cubes fell back with a bang, and the passage disappeared as if it had never existed.

The mermaid girl supported the ice wall to pant for a while, and then clapped her hands happily, as if it was really covered with dust.