The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

If time stood still and the wizard was asked to paint and record the first lounge at this moment, all the magic of the magic portrait would be completely lost.

Because no one is moving.

Harry's face was slightly morbidly pale, but his expression was very peaceful.

Facing the gazes of a room full of Death Eaters, he glanced smoothly across the tall, short, fat and thin crowd, and nodded slightly.

"Everyone is here."

He ordered as usual.

"Come with me."

After speaking, regardless of the turbulent hearts of the people behind him, he walked towards the scheduled venue of the conference, the hall on the first floor covered with black marble.

The fireplace was not lit, and the inner wall was enveloped in darkness, like a gloomy ghost, gazing coldly at the Death Eaters hall.

The Death Eaters looked at each other for a few seconds, and Hermione dragged Draco out first.

The subtle moment lasted for less than a second. The Malfoys could not see their son in danger alone, so they hurriedly followed.When Narcissa passed by Bellatrix, she ignored the latter's dark face and greeted her in a low voice.Bella spat as if venting her anger, and followed reluctantly.

Driven by these few people, Death Eaters in twos and threes also started to move one after another, and in a blink of an eye, they were unwilling to be left behind.

Unlike Hermione and Draco, these Death Eaters who followed behind all drew out their wands, and their eyes were fierce from a distance.

Hermione's hand gripped even tighter, almost pinching Draco to bleed. He wanted to reprimand in pain, but was shattered by the deep worry in the Gryffindor girl's brow.

"Harry..." he heard her murmur almost prayerfully, "it's nothing..."

Draco pursed his lips, the blood on his face faded even more, and finally he didn't speak.

The Death Eaters Hall was very spacious, occupying more than half of the first floor of the castle. Even if all the Death Eaters came, there would be more than enough room for them to stand.

When people finally came out of the lounge, they felt refreshed. Some Death Eaters who came to the castle for the first time began to look at the decoration of the hall refreshedly.It's a pity that most people can't see through those hidden plain decorations, and the style of the entire hall is also very concise, which can be seen at a glance.

Except for the wide and smooth ground, there is only a high platform in front of the largest fireplace, made of the same black marble, which complements the nearly three-meter-high fireplace behind it.Several normal-sized fireplaces are embedded in the walls on both sides, and together with the surrounding stone steps slanting up from the corridor, the layout is clear at a glance.

As the experienced Death Eaters moved to their usual positions according to the routine, everyone gathered towards the high platform inside the hall without any doubts.

Harry walked in the front, as if he didn't care about the actions and thoughts of the people behind him. He walked all the way until he reached the steps on the left side of the high platform, and then stopped, looking down at his feet slightly.

The experienced Death Eaters exchanged glances and sneered knowingly.

Needless to say, the high platform is the exclusive place of the Dark Lord, and anyone who tries to climb it will be mercilessly humiliated by the castle's defensive magic.They all couldn't wait to see Potter make a fool of himself, and didn't even care about the weirdness at this time, and began to slow down, waiting for the savior to be unlucky; there were also some calmer people, but they only felt that Potter's behavior was weird, so they didn't dare to act rashly .And these veteran Death Eaters are the weather vanes in the crowd. The new Death Eaters all refer to their actions, slow down, and approach the front desk step by step.

Under the interweaving of complex and diverse thoughts, an extremely strange scene appeared.

Dark Death Eaters gathered in the hall, silently watching the Savior step up to the high platform that belonged exclusively to the Dark Lord.

Harry didn't seem to notice their strange attention, or didn't seem to care at all, and walked up the steps in a leisurely manner. There were only a few steps in total, but in the eyes of everyone, it seemed as if several years had passed.

With the last step down, Harry stood firmly on the high platform, nothing happened.

The castle's defensive magic seemed to have failed, and it was so peaceful that there was no sound at all.

Bella clenched her fist, both angry and not surprised by this phenomenon.

Compared to her, the uninformed Death Eaters couldn't believe their eyes at all. Immediately, there was an impulsive person who was closer to the steps on the right, and rushed up a few steps, suspecting that the defensive magic was no longer there.

However, the moment he stepped on the highest step, he was shocked by the sudden green light on the high platform, and flew out like a ball, drawing an arc above everyone's heads, and fell firmly into a fireplace by the wall.

He let out a scream, and then the bloody flames lit up, and flexible tongues of flame suddenly protruded from all around the furnace, instantly enveloping him and retracting him.

The whole process was too fast for people to react, and the Death Eaters who risked themselves have disappeared!

Everyone present was shocked!

Harry seemed to be stunned on the stage for a moment, walked slowly to the middle, and when he turned back to the crowd, the expression on his face was dull.

After what happened just now, no one dared to think that he would be a joke.

"Why are you able to go to the master's podium?"

asked a young black-haired Death Eater.

He stood at the forefront of several Death Eaters, obviously probing on behalf of everyone.

"Harry Potter, right?"

Hermione looked at Harry nervously as she searched for information in her mind.

The black-haired Death Eater is a newcomer who has just shown his edge recently, and is highly valued by some old Death Eaters. The Dark Lord seems to have a good impression of him, so he dared to speak out at this paradoxical juncture.Among the Death Eaters behind him were two old men from the Ministry of Magic, hiding behind the young man, eyeing Harry intently.

Harry followed the sound and saw that the Death Eater had green eyes as well.

His eyes only stayed for a short moment, and Harry seemed not to hear, facing the wider Death Eaters, he asked lightly, "Is there anyone who doesn't know me?"

Like a teacher asking questions on the podium.

Hermione suddenly thought of their Dumbledore's Army.Harry had also stood so comfortably in front of the crowd and taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Still not the same.Harry was even more unpredictable now than he had been then, she thought.

There was some commotion among the Death Eaters.

No one can figure out what is happening in front of them.

Not to mention the weird behavior of the savior, his unharmed standing on the podium of the Death Eaters Spring Conference is itself an impossible event that breaks the limit of everyone's imagination.

However, the Dark Lord has not been able to show his face so far after being entered by his mortal enemy.In contrast, the truth that may be associated is simply chilling down the spine.

"My picture was published in the newspaper, but I guess not everyone will check it every issue..."

Harry explained a few words in an orderly manner, cleared his throat, and finally looked serious, attracting everyone's attention effortlessly.

"Just in case, let me introduce you. I'm Harry Potter."

For some reason, this sentence shocked the audience again.

The appearance of the savior is indeed no secret, especially when everyone is in the camp of Death Eaters, whether it is the name of the enemy or the ban of their own side, it is enough to force them to remember Harry's appearance.

But being announced in such a grand manner, and in such a scene, made everything even more weird.

Finally, someone came out in front of Harry and asked him, "Where is the master, Potter?"

The voice is not sharp, but very gentle, even revealing a trace of familiarity.

It turned out to be Palis.

At this time, he reversed the embarrassment of being besieged just now, and seemed to advance and retreat appropriately, and even faintly had the atmosphere of being the first of everyone.

Everyone knows that the savior is a student of Hogwarts, so he must be familiar with him, so it shouldn't be easy to ignore him like just now.

Sure enough, this time Harry lowered his eyes, faced him, and finally spoke slowly.

"The Dark Lord is busy with affairs, so let me preside over the meeting."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

All kinds of questions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out, and the Death Eaters erupted like boiling water.

"What a joke!"

"Where did you come from?"

"A hairy kid who hasn't graduated yet! What kind of tricks are you playing!"

"What do you know? Tell me the truth!"

"Take him down! Extort a confession by torture!"

As they spoke, someone fired a spell, red and orange light floated over, and there was an invisible force. Harry's holly wand, which had already been clenched tightly, made a slight sound of breaking wind, like hooking a string of dog leashes, and slammed it behind him. throw.

"Curses leave marks!"

On the other end that emitted the curse light, people and wands were pulled up by the light path that seemed to be real, dragged to the high platform, and bounced to the walls on both sides by the instantly lit defensive magic.

Those who were unlucky, like the unlucky one at the beginning, happened to fall into several small fireplaces, and were swallowed by the strange bloody flames without a trace.The lucky one was also thrown to the ground and howled.

Harry closed his eyes and let out a long breath before calmly opening them again.

The uproar of the Death Eaters was subdued for a while, and it turned from prosperity to decline, and there were still some buzzing voices.

"Mr. Potter," finally, Palis was officially elected, and asked politely, "Do you know what the master is doing? And what is your capacity to make you preside over the Death Eaters' meeting?"

Harry's gaze shifted from him to the other Death Eaters who were watching them, with no particular emotion on their face.

"I know that you want to ask far more than that. However, I only intend to answer one." He lowered his eyes slightly, raised them again, and said as calmly as a mountain, "I am the person Tom trusts most—— Such an identity, to preside over your conference."

There was another unspeakable silence off the court.

"Now, just tell me if you have anything to say, and I will convey it one by one."

Harry seemed to be tired, knelt down and scratched his hair, and took a break before standing up again.

"If there's nothing else, let's end the meeting."

As soon as the words came out, someone raised their hand.Harry had no choice but to nod.

"The Dark Lord trusts the savior the most. Is that what you want to say, Mr. Potter?"

It was the green-eyed black-haired Death Eater again. His half-smile expression was between doubt and sarcasm, and what he said was very truthful and ironic, which made many Death Eaters interested in watching the show.

Harry let out an "ah" as if he had just realized it, "It seems to be called Shunzui...this...what's your name?"

"Polly Fernando," answered the young man with grace.

"Mr. Fernando, be the first to speak." Harry took out a pen and paper from his school robe pocket, and simply recorded, "I will truthfully convey the Dark Lord. Next."

After touching a soft nail, the smile on Boli's face could not help but froze slightly.

The faces of the old Death Eaters beside him turned gloomy one by one, staring at the savior on the stage unkindly, planning to make trouble in their hearts.

Obviously, they were not the only ones who thought this way, and soon someone raised their hand in a fake way to make things difficult.

"As far as my son knows, Mr. Potter is still on leave, right? If you have time to join in the fun, it's better to go back to school and do your homework."

Harry asked his name unhurriedly, and replied, "The Dark Lord is also at the same level as me, and this shirt is borrowed from his school uniform. Do you want to persuade the Dark Lord to go back and do his homework?"

"……you."

"It's okay, I can pass it on."

"..."

"next."

After several rounds of attacks, although Harry choked back one by one, the Death Eaters didn't believe his words more and more.Several people on the periphery had already gathered together, no longer paying attention to Harry's speech, but discussing alone how to find the Dark Lord in the castle.

Seeing that the Death Eaters in the audience became more and more undisciplined, and they didn't even ask questions, Harry stopped recording and spoke to the few Death Eaters who were farthest away.

"Where are you going, Gagson, Nott, Yaxley?"

The precise roll call stopped the footsteps of the three of them.

Harry met their eyes from a distance, his emerald green eyes were like the luxuriant summer.

"Huh...Think about it, Nott, have you really never seen me here?"

Nott's hunched figure froze slightly, as if a memory had been awakened somewhere.

Not only that, this sentence also caused a huge impact on the other Death Eaters who had been full of doubts in their hearts.

"As I said, I am the person the Dark Lord trusts the most." Harry said nonchalantly, "Many of you have met me in the castle before."

"Don't doubt it, you read it right."

He said every sentence, as if he had understood those uncertain hearts, and knocked to the bone.

"I've always been in this castle, on the second floor, in the hallway, and avoided when you were summoned."

"Tom doesn't like my existence to be known... Tsk, it's easy to talk again... The Dark Lord used to like to keep it secret, but now, it doesn't matter."

As the saying goes, the first time you are a stranger, the second time you are an acquaintance, Harry skillfully corrected his slip of the tongue this time, continued to speak, raised his wand, and remotely lit the fireplaces on both sides of the wall.

The red flames immediately illuminated the hall.

"This is a one-way flyway to leave the castle. Those who don't believe, those who are afraid, and those who don't understand, can go now. I suggest that you don't wait until the castle's defensive magic takes the initiative to send you away, it will be uncomfortable."

"The rest, those who believe in me, stay and continue the meeting."

The Death Eaters looked at each other silently, and the light and shadow on the faces of the people illuminated by the fire changed, and no one responded for a while.

I don't know how many times, the scene fell into a silent undercurrent.

Until an unexpected person came to the stage.

"I only have one thing."

Bellatrix looked up at Harry complicatedly, and there was a hint of fragile despair in his strong eyebrows.

"Tell me, is the master all right?"

"..." Harry stared at her deeply, and for the first time actually answered, "...he's fine."

Bella also looked at him deeply, but the lines on her face were completely opposite and sharp, even trembling slightly, trying her best to bear it.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around and stood in front of Harry with her wand pointed to the sky, declaring painfully and firmly.

"I, Bellatrix Lestrange, can testify that Harry Potter...is the real thing, and he is someone the master trusts deeply."

Hermione was suddenly startled, and she also stepped forward, raising her staff and declaring, "Hermione Granger can also testify."

Draco failed to hold her back, and winked at her angrily, but Hermione motioned to follow in turn.

With a pale face and cold hands and feet, he walked up to Hermione and raised his hands tremblingly.

"D... Draco Malfoy... testified."

Looking at the ground beside his feet, he refused to say another word.

The Malfoys immediately turned pale, and they looked at each other speechlessly.

In the end, Narcissa stood up expressionlessly, grabbed her husband's wrist, supported him up forcefully, and walked over like wading through a sea of ​​fire.

"The Malfoy family can testify."

Lucius said curtly and reluctantly, as if a knife was on his neck.

The rest of the Death Eaters eyed them suspiciously. Except for Bellatrix, who started the action, the others were too close to prove more, even if the number increased.

The discussion about the relationship between the Malfoy family and Potter had just started, and someone came forward again.

"Paris Everheart, in the name of the Chief Death Eater of Hogwarts and the sole heir to the family of prophecies Everheart, confirms that Harry Potter's words are indeed credible."

Standing in front of the high platform, the wizard with blond hair was meticulously combed. Facing the crowd with different expressions, his slight smile seemed more trustworthy than Harry.

"Master has been at Hogwarts for more than half a year, and I have been by my side as a teaching assistant. I believe that I have a better chance than most people present to learn about Master's private preferences. People always ask me why the Potter ban came about. Now I can tell you the answer."

"Because the master prefers Potter." Paris said more confidently than Harry. "It was like this in school. The master often called Potter to his office to talk. I dare say that no student has such treatment." .Including the well-known little Mr. Malfoy."

Everyone's eyes could not help falling on Draco, he moved uncomfortably and did not refute.

Same as default.

At the beginning, someone was really convinced and asked seriously: "But when exactly did it happen? Why is it Potter?"

Unfortunately, no one present could answer that question, not even Harry.

Perhaps only Voldemort himself knew.

Fortunately, the Death Eaters also understood the style of their immediate superiors, so it was no surprise that there was no answer to such a question.

Harry repeated it again, please leave those who cannot accept it.This time everyone began to think seriously.

Some fringe figures who had just joined left in groups of three or five; while more people stayed where they were with complicated thoughts, unable to miss such an important historical moment.

"Mr. Potter, since you said that the master trusts you the most, what should we do after the Spring Meeting?"

Gagson stroked his moustache and spoke with a rich expression.

"Our power in the Ministry of Magic is at a critical moment of accelerating expansion. Many positions are waiting to be assigned. If the master does not show up for a long time, we will miss the best opportunity to control the Ministry of Magic. I want to have such an opportunity in the future ..."

He smiled slightly, throwing a murderous greeting.

"Perhaps, you think the master prefers to be direct and start a war?"

On the stage, Harry's eyelashes moved slightly, and he looked down at him from a distance without any wavering in his eyes.

"That's your job, Gagson," he said. "If you don't do it well, you'll get what you deserve. That's all you need to know."

Gagson's face was still, and his smile degenerated very slowly into a hypocritical mask. He nodded and took a step back, watching from the sidelines again, and no longer spoke.

Harry's eyes were covered with a layer of coldness, and his tone became unkind: "Since you choose to stay, I hope you will remember your choice and talk to me well."

His gaze pointed directly at Gargson without hesitation.

"Next time, I will personally ask you to leave."

The voice fell, and the hall fell into a dull silence.

The flesh on Gagson's face trembled slightly, and his mask-like smirk was a bit ugly.

But the old fox is an old fox, he just endured it, and raised his chin as if nothing happened, not looking at anyone.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but everyone actually saw a shadow of the Dark Lord from the handsome and kind face of the savior.

Bella turned around and looked at Harry's expression slightly thoughtfully.

When the atmosphere fell into a stalemate, the young Death Eater Feng Nando raised his hand, with a half-smile on his face: "I have something to report."

"Say."

"Harry Potter abused his power in the name of the Dark Lord at the Death Eaters Conference, instigated the division of the Death Eaters, and plotted against the law." Feng Nando's eyes were bright, and his wand was already clenched in his hand, "Will you tell the truth to the master? , the most trusted Mr. Potter?"

Feng Nando is ready to meet the attack that may strike at any time.But after Harry finished saying those words, he didn't even do anything to him. Instead, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly unfolded a wicked smile.

"...Of course," said Harry thoughtfully, "I quite like what you said, Mr. Fernando, actually. Any more?"

Feng Nando was stopped by the question, and his stiff eyes even showed a little helplessness.

Harry actually gave a short laugh on the stage, his eyes swept over the Death Eaters who were getting more and more dull.

"Is this what you really think?" He asked, seeing no response, he added slowly, "...Is that all?"

"..."

No one answered.

Bellatrix warned in a low voice, "Potter."

"You should have respect for me, Lestrange."

Harry immediately reprimanded mercilessly.

Bella choked slightly, unable to refute.

At this moment, even Hermione felt goose bumps.

Like.

so similar.

It was exactly the same as when Voldemort spoke.

Hermione even had a faint doubt, is the person in front of her really Harry?

Why are you so proficient at dealing with Death Eaters?It seems to know everyone's name and details, the magic power is stronger than Hermione knows, and the control of the castle is free... If it can be done before, there is no need to worry about being trapped.

What the hell happened... Harry... really Harry?

Compared with Hermione, who knew the existence of Horcruxes, the reactions of other Death Eaters were a little simpler.

"Do you mean outright treason, Potter?"

"You are just relying on the stolen castle authority, don't think you can do whatever you want."

"The Dark Lord will never spare you, Potter."

"..."

Not annoyed at all, Harry took out the notes in his pocket again and recorded them slowly, waiting for the noise of the crowd to calm down before putting down the pen.

"I know you still have a lot of things to report, but my time is limited. If you don't have time to tell, please go back and report it with a resurrection letter, but Tom doesn't have much time to check it recently, and I can't save you if it's late." The holly wand was in the air Tap inside, and a countdown countdown floated out, "Whether you want to fight against me, or don't worry about the information being known to me, there are still 10 minutes for you."

The silence this time was different from the past, some people were clearly shaken, looking around eagerly, waiting for who would be the first to eat crabs.

Hermione stood up without hesitation: "I have something to report."

Obviously they are close friends who have known each other for many years, but this is the first time the two have met their eyes at this conference.

At that moment, all Hermione's doubts were completely eliminated in the depths of emerald green pupils.

It is still clear, just like the stream deep in the dense forest, even if it flows through the wasteland and sinks the sand, it still has an endless stream.

She truthfully reported her actions and observations at Hogwarts, and returned to her original position.

Harry wrote it down carefully and thanked her earnestly.

"Thank you, Hermione."

This sentence seems to be more effective than all the previous threats and temptations.After Hermione, Palis also stepped forward to supplement his work and the overall situation of Hogwarts.

If there is one and there are two, there will be a follow-up report.

10 minutes flew by quickly.

When the countdown reached zero, Harry slightly raised his hand, and the reporting Death Eater subconsciously stopped.

Everything happened so naturally that he unconsciously accepted Harry's higher status before he knew it.

"Thank you for your work, Bender. Tell the rest in a resurrection letter, and I will help you sort it out and tell Tom."

Harry put away his notes and announced to the crowd.

"This is the end of the conference. Thank you for coming. The next arrangement will be issued through a separate summons. Please wait patiently. Wei Li, see off."

Full of inconceivable and messy speculations, the Death Eaters were sent out of the castle one after another by invisible house-elves.

Hermione waited until the end, not expecting Bellatrix to do the same.She stared at Harry, full of questions.But it was cut off by the latter involuntarily: "I don't have time to talk to you, Lestrange. But don't worry, the Dark Lord will know about your performance today. Please go back."

The holly wand lit the fireplace again.

"If you don't like Willie's way, go this way."

……

The last of the Death Eaters left, and Harry's eyes finally fell on Hermione.

The Gryffindor girl hesitated to speak.

"I'm fine, Hermione, come see me another day."

Harry still spoke up.

Hermione left too.

In the huge hall on the first floor, finally only the savior was left.

A pair of black eyes on the second floor watched him slowly walk to the edge of the high platform and sit down, then lay down as if he had exhausted all his strength, opened his arms, and was slightly lost in thought.

A hissing sound lingered in my ears.

【Hey, it ended like this...】

The black eyes turned to one side, Nagini's snake head was right next to his ear, and the snake's body wrapped around him tightly, comparable to the weight of an eight-year-old child.

"...I said it earlier, I don't understand." Snape played the piano to the cow expressionlessly, "The castle should have been automatically closed, when will I be let down?"

Nagini turned his head in doubt: [You don't understand and still talk to me? 】

Snape sighed, and turned his gaze back to the lonely figure on the first floor.

He was obviously still a young man, but looking at it this way, he seemed faintly tired of the world, staring at a point in the sky faintly, not knowing what he was thinking.

—Did you see that, Tom?

Harry closed his eyes slightly, and whispered hopelessly into the connection.

——If you don’t come out, I will ruin your career...

He waited for a long time, and seemed to fall asleep in a trance.

From the far away half-dream and half-awake, a light and ethereal comment blew.

——Excellent.

Low and casual, with little smiles.

It was a voice he was very familiar with.

Tom.

The non-existent wind seems to have blown Harry's broken hair. There is no smile on his face, but the slightly raised neck seems to be slightly bending the lines that affect the entire side face.

It's like the morning sun when the dew is still wet.