The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry stopped suddenly and looked up.

"what happened?"

Snape's body bumped into him uncontrollably, and asked irritably.

Harry reached out, feeling the ground above his head.

From the entrance of the dungeon when he walked down, there was a burst of cold air, and his hands were cold to the touch.

"The exit is frozen."

He confirmed for a while and said.

Snape frowned and reminded: "Didn't you learn the Fire Curse?"

Harry glanced at him, raised his fluorescent wand, and illuminated the dark top of his head. The dots of ice reflected tiny lights, reminding Harry of the eyes of the mermaid.

"There's someone up there," he said, without further explanation.

Snape thought quickly: "Watcher?"

Harry acquiesced.Snape began to think about countermeasures.

"Then we need to knock people down in advance... Potter, what are you doing? Take it back!"

The silver mist shot out from the tip of the holly wood stick like fireworks, and instantly formed the appearance of a silver deer, passed through the wall, and went out from the ceiling.

"Damn—are you afraid that no one will know about your great feat—Potter?" Snape was startled and angry, grabbing his hem and about to run back, "The people above saw this Patronus , even a fool would know that something happened underground!"

"Take it easy, Professor Snape."

Relying on his physical strength, Harry stood firmly on the spot, his eyes seemed to pass through the ground, and fell on the silver stag that leisurely leaped out of the ice.

The faint silver light of the patron saint reflected in the dark blue eyes of the mermaid, like lighting up two small lamps deep in the sea.

"I just wanted to try it out and simply ask someone for a favor."

Before Snape could sneer, Harry first looked sideways.

"...it's easier than asking the Dark Lord not to kill you."

"..."

Snape really had nothing to say.

A slight rumbling sound came from the top of the head, and the icy cold air went away with the gradually widening gap in the top of the head.

The two got out and saw that the patron saint was circling around the mermaid girl who was trying to lift the ice, and gently rubbed her soft nose against her cheek, as if expressing gratitude.

The mermaid girl trembled, and covered her cheeks for a moment, forgetting that she was still supporting the ice cube, there was a loud bang, and along with the ice cube blatantly falling to the ground, she fell to pieces and couldn't get up for a long time.

Harry was startled, and unconsciously dispersed the Patronus, sticking to the ice and asked in concern, "Are you okay?"

A hand with fins was raised tremblingly, saying OK.

"……That's good."

Snape didn't pay attention to their interaction at all, and was all on alert, for fear that the movement just now would attract other guards in the castle.Only Harry knew that the only guard in Tinta Castle who could move freely was probably Nagini, a snake, and the girl was most likely too lazy to move.

The real question is how to get out of the castle.

All fireplace teleportation has identity restrictions, which are completely parallel to the area authority of the castle itself, and have nothing to do with it.And Hermione revealed that the minimum requirement to reach the castle through the fireplace is to have the Dark Mark.The Dark Lord himself was of course an exception, but they were not.

You could still use the Portkey to leave, but after sneaking out and being caught by the Death Eater Bellatrix last time, Tom confiscated his floating Portkey, and Harry couldn't make it and didn't have any other Portkeys.The only way left is the broomstick.

Fortunately, Hermione had brought his Firebolt in the luggage, and together with the one Tom had ordered by mail, it was just enough for the two of them.Having only experienced the breakout of the safe house, Harry guessed that the sky outside the castle would not allow people to come and go freely. He had found some magic, but some were really not sure...

His eyes moved to the Potions Professor beside him. In Snape's current state, it might be difficult for him to cast powerful spells.

While leading Snape out of the storage room, Harry was planning to find something to eat to restore his strength, and he could have a helper when encountering difficult defensive magic.

But as soon as they stepped out the door of the storage room, Harry was hit by a sharp pain that pierced his brain.

"Ahh-!!"

His body slammed to the ground, making a dull bang. Harry hugged his head and howled, dripping with cold sweat. A dazzling curse light flashed in front of his eyes, and he heard a loud explosion in his ears, and the sky and the earth spun endlessly.

"pain……"

"Potter!" Snape was still slightly leaning against the wall to save his strength, but he staggered anxiously and almost threw himself on Harry.I managed to avoid it at the last moment, lying beside Harry, trying to confirm his situation, "What's wrong? The Dark Lord found out?"

Harry was writhing in pain, completely unable to hear Snape's question.

Because in the depths of the brain, a more overwhelming voice was coming intermittently.

【Harry...】

【……come over……】

【Come here...help me...】

He had never heard a voice like Tom's.

Filled with palpable pain.Anxious, angry, and even a hint of imperceptible helplessness.

It made him nervous for a moment.

"Tom..."

No one knows exactly how it happened.

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, which was hundreds of miles away, the moment the death curse light lit up, a trace of pain flashed across Dumbledore's face in advance.

There is something connected beyond time and space.

The curse light seems to be blocked at both ends of the glass tube, and it goes back and forth at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. It looks like a thick barrel of light between the yew wand and Dumbledore.

The glare forced all sight away.Before everyone tried to open their eyes, they were blown away by the sudden burst of air waves.Boom boom boom, Bludgers embedded into the walls and ceiling one after another.

"Dumbledore—!"

The loud noise of the explosion covered up the voice of hatred almost inaudibly, but it could still be caught by those who cared.

"...Give me...watch over him...Damn it!"

The curse light and explosion gradually subsided, and the principal's room was in chaos.

Palis first cut himself off the wall, staggered to the door, and saw that the already desolate office was almost completely reduced to ruins.The remaining magic arrangements, whether Dumbledore's or those they set up not long ago, were all destroyed without a trace, and from time to time, waste tiles that could no longer support fell down, stirring up billowing smoke and dust.

In the corner of the ruins where it was difficult to distinguish the prototype, a protrusion covered with white hair moved slowly, and an old and weak cough sounded from it. It turned out to be Dumbledore, who had only half life left but miraculously escaped the Death Curse !

Palis' eyes frantically searched every other corner, and finally found out in horror that the Dark Lord was gone!

This is more scaring than Dumbledore being alive.

"What's going on?" Nott also rushed over, "Dumbledore is still alive?"

Like a flame boiling, the world in Palis's eyes suddenly showed a strange appearance, which made him grasp the door frame unconsciously.

"Where did the master go? What should we do?... Everheart?"

Palis suddenly lost all expression, raised his wand and walked into the ruins.

"We must watch Dumbledore."

"what……?"

By the time Lucius was the last to pry himself out of the ceiling with great effort, and limped and rubbed his delicate buttocks to report, Nott had already sensed that something was wrong.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Although Dumbledore can still move, he has obviously reached his limit.He fell on his back to the ground, still coughing and shaking, without even a wand in his hand, and being stared at by two fully armed Death Eaters who were still at their peak, there was absolutely no room for resistance.

Seeing this situation, Lucius immediately relaxed, straightened his embarrassing long hair and sleeve robe, Shi Shiran raised his snake-headed staff, and joined his colleagues in the great operation to suppress Dumbledore.

"Yeah, why?" He also echoed casually.

Palis didn't seem to have the emotions of the two colleagues at all, staring at the front and muttering: "The Dark Lord will not allow Dumbledore to let go, nor will he allow him to kill himself..."

Nott heard it in his ears, "If you don't take advantage of this great opportunity to kill Dumbledore, it will be troublesome for him to recover. I think the master definitely wants him to die as soon as possible."

Palis ignored him, still staring at the empty front, as if there was a terrifying scene there.

Nott couldn't stand his wand, turned to Lucius, and squeezed out a little voice from his nasal cavity, "Malfoy, what do you think?"

Lucius put on a good posture, let him dry for nearly half a minute, and then said in a tone: "The master ordered the task, didn't you hear it?"

Nott was taken aback for a moment, even Palis paused obviously, and turned to him hesitantly.

Lucius was very proud of the reaction of the two of them: "I heard it, the master personally ordered when it exploded——watch him."

Nott and Palis looked at each other, trying to remember if they really heard it.

"The question now is what happened to the master." Lucius pointed to the old man on the ground. "As for him, my manor has a special guest room that can be donated."

Nott immediately said: "There is also a stone house in Nott's Hill, which is specially designed to entertain uninvited guests."

"..."

"..."

The two confronted each other, and Palis was speechless for a moment: "You don't care about the master's whereabouts at all, do you?"

"of course not!"

"how is this possible!"

The two spoke in unison, and couldn't help hating each other.

"Dumbledore can be imprisoned in my office in the cellar first, and someone will be on duty in turn. As for us... suppress the news and wait for the call."

He said sternly.

"I'm sure the master is still alive."

Lucius and Nott looked at each other thoughtfully, and agreed with a half-smile.

"of course."

"I think so."

Dumbledore lay in the ruins, listening to their intrigue and discussing how to deal with themselves, but had no time to care.

There is no pain anywhere in his body, especially his bone-shattered brain, which has almost no room to breathe. Waves of pain nerves are trampled on, making his already weak body even more haggard and fragile. Can't afford to struggle at all, can't even gather a fluorescent flash.

But another fact makes all this insignificant—

Voldemort would suffer a hundred times his pain and be on the verge of extinction.

During this period of time, he has been looking for the Horcrux's flaws in an almost suicidal way.

When Harry's Horcrux identity was discovered and Voldemort turned around to maintain the Horcrux, the hope of being able to completely destroy him only existed in the Horcrux itself.

They use the human heart as the entrance, and absorb vitality through spiritual communication, so as to obtain eternal resurrection.

But that is too difficult a field, and every step of exploration, every attempt, is accompanied by great danger, evil and uncertainty.Voldemort has spent decades on it. Even Dumbledore, who is as knowledgeable as he is, cannot catch up with him in just a few years. Therefore, he cannot understand what lies behind Voldemort's frequently changing appearance. What kind of Horcrux transformation.

But he was sure that the Horcruxes today were completely different from the diary Harry got back then.The plan to eliminate the Horcruxes based on the diary is no longer effective, not to mention that the relationship between Harry himself and Voldemort has undergone drastic changes that no one expected.

It's not that Dumbledore hasn't thought about the energy of the relationship.On the contrary, he is thinking and reflecting all the time.

Is it possible to expect the awakening of the arrogant?Is it possible to trust the courage of the naive?Should... define a relationship in the name of great good and great evil?

He had thought about countless questions a thousand times and ten thousand times long ago.

What happened to Harry, and to Voldemort, whom he had spent half his life battling, was so stark and intense that he couldn't help looking back and thinking it over again.

Unfortunately, the time was not limited to him this time.

The situation was changing rapidly, and his body was getting worse and worse. Dumbledore made a choice that he could not tell anyone.

He opened his mind to one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the Slytherin locket.

He communicates with it, shares ideas, pours out his heart, and even reminisces about the past.

He pampers himself, pushes himself, hints at himself, trusts it by degrees.

From it to him.

He seemed to see the 11-year-old boy with a bluffing guard, but couldn't hide the fear hidden in his eyes, standing in the single room of the orphanage, and said "I don't believe you" to him.

He ordered him to take out the pile of stolen junk from the closet, and a very brief moment of bewilderment flashed across his face.

There is also the self that is gradually cooling and freezing in the eyes that were born without shame.

He had put this memory into the Pensieve over and over again, pondering and scrutinizing it carefully, but there was never a time when he was masochistically trying to feel and perceive Voldemort's experience.

He had already passed his verdict on the most evil wizard who ever lived.

Now I have to personally break, reshape, convince myself, and then turn around to find the flaws in it.

What is he doing?He was selling his soul to a demon he was already convinced had no conscience, allowing him to absorb his life, invade his body, exploit his trust.

Just to seek a hope that may be overlooked, or a flaw that is too late to discover.

He tried his best to pursue the latter, but it seemed that when he was dreaming and wandering, he always thought about the former frequently.

Soul magic is the most subtle and complex.If you want to guide the Horcrux to fuse with him, you can only use emotion itself as the medium.

He not only needs the Horcrux to absorb his vitality, but also in the process, trying to go back to the past and explore the mystery of Voldemort's current Horcrux.

In other words, he not only needs to give his own trust, but also tries to gain the trust of the Horcrux.

People's feelings can fool others, even themselves, but they cannot fool the rules of magic.

He is sincerely giving his trust and affection, and he is also trying his best to obtain the real feedback from the Horcrux.

Human hearts are made of flesh.

When he felt the loss of life force and touched a connection between the Horcruxes, he hated himself more than ever.

The more successful the thing was, the uglier it was.

What's more, before he really succeeded, he was not sure about the result at all, but he still did the thing he hated the most.

After all, he is no different from those people.

Sometimes he even agrees with Voldemort that he's just more cunning to the end of them.

Perhaps it was unavoidable to be affected by the locket after all.

The fact was even so absurd that it comforted him.

—You didn't give it to me, Dumbledore.

A familiar voice sounded in his mind, and the locket was slightly warm in his palm.

Dumbledore knew that he had "woke up".

The Horcrux and the main body are, after all, one person.

Few people understand this form of existence.It is too special, too unbelievable, no one who has not experienced it personally, no one can experience it, and it is even difficult to imagine.

But that's the truth.

The existence of the Horcrux and the main body are integrated, not another personality, nor a separate memory.

They share the essence of all soul and life.

That includes emotion, intelligence, magic, instinct... It is an extremely complex and subtle unified whole, and no one has ever had the opportunity to experience it, let alone understand it all.

Not even Dumbledore and Voldemort himself.They each studied a small part and experienced another small part by chance.But it is like the tip of the iceberg, far from the whole picture.

For example, until now, Dumbledore has not fully understood the principle of "waking up" in the locket, so he has no way of knowing whether he will suddenly "wake up" in front of the main body, compete with him for the body, cooperate with the main body, or Against.

He had guessed a lot, but at the end of the day, after he had made such a decision, it didn't really matter.

He just needs to make sure that he is so weak that even if he is controlled by the Horcrux at a critical moment, he can't make a counterattack that is enough to destroy the plan, that's enough.

--what?

He answered weakly in his heart.

In fact, until the spell broke out, he couldn't really be sure how it all would end.

His understanding of Horcruxes is still far from enough, and he only has guesses about Voldemort's condition based on some signs and clues. Although this guess has been somewhat verified with the existence of the locket, it is really different from the past and is not a sufficient Rigorous speculation.

He knew that the love and trust he had put into the Horcrux would also be applied to the main body; and vice versa.

The key to winning lies in this "and vice versa".

Because Voldemort knew nothing about it.

When the Killing Curse broke out, he would give up all his will and life, allowing the signs of the Horcrux to completely occupy the body, leaving only the feelings and trust connecting them.

Magic will empower this unique moment.

Dumbledore couldn't speculate exactly what it would be, and he didn't even have time to study the mechanism of action, but he knew that this would greatly reverse the original effect of the Killing Curse.

Similar to Lily's situation, point reversal is one of the most likely outcomes.At worst, he was killed along with the locket.

Compared with the original plan of finding and destroying the Horcruxes one by one, the new plan is completely evil and radical, full of desperate last struggles.

But okay, luckily.

This time, he alone will bear it.

——The last trust.

At this time, the locket spoke slowly and softly.

—You didn't give it to me.