The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Snape stopped suddenly and slowly distanced himself from Harry.

He heard the name—

"Tom... where are you..."

This is it.

Harry writhed in pain, trying to move forward with his arms.

Even if he didn't know it in the past, Snape has already learned it from Potter many times now.

The real name of the Dark Lord.

At the end of the long corridor, there was a sound.

Along the shadowed window lattice, the thin light outlines a thin figure.

On the wide hood, two scarlet spots shone slightly, and their menacing eyes locked on the two of them.

Almost instinctively, Snape's heart clenched.Backing away slightly, he touched Harry out of the corner of his eye.

Obviously in great pain, Harry had already noticed the existence of that person, and even wanted to reach out to him from a distance.

Trembling, enduring, struggling, approaching his place.

"Tom..."

Harry wondered how Tom did it.He felt more clearly than ever that Tom was suffering several times more severe pain than himself.

Based on Harry's understanding of him, he could even distinguish the slightly trembling light and shadow changes on the edge of the hood, which was him suppressing the convulsions of his body.

But on the surface, he was as calm as when he left this morning.

"Potter!" Snape's sane voice warned, "Don't go there, it's... the Dark Lord!"

The two spots of scarlet turned to him, and the shadow cast by the hood faded a little, revealing a more terrifying appearance.

The slanted light illuminated the skin of half of the chin, as if it had been burned, covered with dark red and scorched black horrible folds, it has completely lost the signs of human beings, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Tom!" Harry screamed and took two quick steps, his balance was distorted by the constant pain in his head, he hurriedly propped himself against the wall for breath, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Snape was slightly shocked by that look, instinctively trembled, lowered his eyes, and floated calmly to the holly wand in Harry's hand.

[Who is that, Harry. 】

Tom finally spoke, and the cold gloom of Parseltongue sent chills down the spine.

[Give me an introduction. 】

Harry was stunned by his sarcasm, his eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Snape, who immediately looked at him keenly, quickly looked between him and the Dark Lord, and moved towards him imperceptibly .

[Now... now is not the time to discuss this. 】

Harry looked back, leaning on the wall and approaching Tom step by step.

【You are hurt... more than me, I can feel it through our connection. 】

[I didn't know you cared about this. 】

The two scarlet spots turned back, and then the inhuman face disappeared.

It is this shadow of the hood that covers everything, which can reveal a kind of blatant irony at this moment.

【What are you trying to do here?Come and help me, the first thing I do is kill this man. 】

Words are like knives, piercing the heart.

Accompanied by an instant strengthening of the connection, the pain from Tom's side suddenly magnified.Thousands of claws clawed out his heart, hundreds of ants devoured his brain, like a Cruciatus curse on his body, the pain made Harry unable to stand upright, and slipped and fell to the base of the wall.

The black figure with the hood at the end stood up slightly instead, as if the pain he had been enduring had eased.

【Tom, are you... are you... magic power...】

When Harry's mind was shaken, Snape suddenly snatched his wand away, and tried to snatch it with a backhand in surprise and anger, but the weak potions professor used his last strength to dodge, the confrontation between breaths, The tip of the wand was finally pointed at the Dark Lord.

"Let us go." Snape said hoarsely, if it wasn't for his pale face and gradually unbearable strength, he would have been more imposing.

"Snape!"

Harry endured the pain and crawled to catch Snape, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and there was another wave of sharp pain.

The red eyes under the hood were like burnt iron, and finally took a step towards this side.

[Kill him, Harry. 】

"Don't come here!" Snape chanted quickly, "Fire—"

"No!" Harry set up Occlumency violently, shielded a wave of headaches, regained his strength in an instant, and quickly got up to grab his wand back, "No curses!"

At the same time, Tom was forced to stop, bent slightly, and his slightly undulating figure seemed to be panting.

Snape's battle response was very sensitive, he cut off the spell immediately, and turned the wand to throw the simplest and most effective magic.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Harry's hand was only a centimeter away from his wand, and his whole body was forcefully lifted off the ground by the Levitation Charm, so he could only grab Snape's sleeve temporarily, trying to pull him up as well.

Snape looked at him steadfastly, relying on the advantages of his weight and magic, he cut off the piece of fabric caught by Harry, and seemed to have a decision in his heart.

"The Order of the Phoenix has long since lost its chances, Potter. Do you know why Dumbledore disappeared? Because he had no other choice but to take risks by himself." Snape said, taking a look and stopped at the original place. The Dark Lord on the ground was no longer as timid as usual, but with a kind of prudent calculation, "But now—the Dark Lord is definitely seriously injured. This is the best chance to end everything, and there can be no second chance." time."

Even Snape could see it, how could Harry not see Tom's problem.

As early as the moment he was connected to the Unicom with a splitting headache, guesses that were a hundred times more detailed than these had turned in Harry's mind.

In the Parseltongue conversation just now, he almost confirmed that Tom has no magic power now, and he is at the special time of the day when he is the weakest. 1 worries and anxieties, accompanied by increasing headaches from time to time, urged him to rush over to rescue him, to help him get rid of whatever pain he was in.

At this moment, Snape snatched his wand, suspended him in mid-air, and became the one in control of the audience.

"You said everything... what exactly?"

Harry covered his head and asked while enduring the pain in mid-air.

"What are you going to do?"

"Sorry, I can't let your whims destroy all hope." Snape said coldly, "As long as the Dark Lord dies, we still have a chance of winning, and you don't have to live in the shadow of hatred and death all the time..."

"I don't need it!" Harry roared, "I don't need you to worry about how I live and whether I can live! All you said...is it only living? If it's just living, it doesn't have to be like this!"

Harry watched as he pointed his wand at Tom, but Tom remained motionless, obviously not even intending to confront with his wand.He knew Tom, but if there was a slight chance, he couldn't catch him without a fight.There is only one possibility for not fighting back at this point.

There is no other way.

"Too naive, Potter." Snape only stared at the Dark Lord, not intending to tangle with Harry any more, "Let's talk about the argument later, the more important thing right now is a quick victory...the god has no shadow."

"No, no, I don't agree!" Harry stopped loudly, but he couldn't stop Snape from casting the spell, "Stop—please! Don't hurt him! Return the staff to its original owner!!"

Clang clang.

The invisible blade slashed at Tom's feet, cutting a two-meter crack in the marble floor.

The spell missed, but the wand was still in Snape's hand.

He pressed his arm painfully, adapting to the sudden torture.

Harry's wand returning spell didn't work, it was the Dark Mark that was burning.

"enough."

said Tom very quietly.

"I'll kill you with my own hands."

Snape grabbed his arm and bowed into a shrimp reflexively, his lips were white and his teeth were clenched, he refused to let out a moan, and even with the increasingly intense burning sensation, he took back the wand from his right hand, as if A strong man only uses his left hand to hold the staff with his left hand.

Harry felt the pain at the other end of the connection was increasing more and more violently, reaching an incalculable point, and Tom finally couldn't support it, and staggered and reached out to support the sculpture beside him for strength.

Under the shielding protection of Occlumency, Harry was the most relaxed and powerless of the three.

He hated Snape for turning his back on himself, but he hated himself even more.There has never been a moment when I hated my own incompetence so much.

If he had worked harder, been more attentive, and been more thoughtful, he would not have had to wait until today, argue with others, and watch Tom suffer.

That was obviously his wand!

The other end of the connection was still experiencing waves of more terrifying pain. Obviously Tom was overdrawing himself to mobilize the Dark Mark. The more Snape was tortured, the closer Tom was to the limit.

Harry even wanted to remove the Occlumency, to share some of the pain for him.But when he was really relieved, the pain came like a flood, but Tom didn't relax. Instead, he manipulated the Dark Mark even more severely, causing Snape to be knocked down by the pain of a mere arm, but still stubbornly Use the unmarked hand to cast the spell.

The corridors are full of invisible blades, like sharp willows, whipping and cutting everywhere, killing them with a touch.

Shocking scratches were engraved on the walls and floors, murals fell, statues were split in two, and lights were shattered and extinguished.

The only high window casts west-slanting sunlight, and twilight is approaching.

"Enough...enough...stop..."

Harry muttered, and finally reached the limit, and opened his Occlumency again, leaving only one thought in his mind.

Give it back to him.

"Take the wand..."

to his fate.

"Return the rod to its original owner——return the staff to its original owner!"

With a sinking palm, the world suddenly became quiet.

Harry stayed there for a while, before his already numb sensory nerves realized what he had caught, and ecstasy flooded in.

"Stop the spell! Everything is petrified!"

The holly wand answered him cheerfully, like a wanderer who hadn't come home for a long time, and the magic from the tip of the wand declared its power more strongly than ever.

The lifting of the Levitation Curse disappeared completely immediately, and Harry fell straight from the air, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all shaken out of place, and the Petrification Curse directly fixed Snape into an iron plate, as if even I can't even move my hair.

It hurts like falling apart, but after all the torture of the brain, it is no longer a hindrance.Harry was finally able to run to the black shadow at the end of the corridor as much as he wanted. He endured pain far beyond the limit of ordinary people, and finally reached the point where he could not maintain his superficial calm.

In the blink of an eye, Tom's figure swayed and fell straight into Harry's arms!

"soup……"

As soon as Harry raised his head, his collar was grabbed and pulled down by trembling hands.

Even in this situation, Tom did not lose consciousness. Instead, following the continuous magic induction, he instinctively seized all Harry's sense of touch.

Kiss, breathe.

Source of soul and strength.