The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

When Nagini slid down the stone steps around the wall and walked to Harry, he just got up and jumped down from the high platform. Without looking at Snake, he went straight to the stairs.

[Oh, why is this, didn't you see that I came down to find you on purpose? 】

Nagini grumbled dissatisfiedly, and turned back to follow at his feet.

Harry kept on walking, dropping a short sentence.

[Tom wakes up. 】

Snape, who was a beat slower on the steps, met him unexpectedly.

Harry only paused for a second, then continued to pass by without looking sideways.

"Go get the medicine, and then come to the third floor."

Nagini raised his snake body in surprise, 【I'm going too. 】

[You are with Snape. ] There was the sound that Harry had already walked away.

The big snake froze in front of Snape, and reluctantly circled back to him.

【...Let's go now. 】

"..." Snape looked from Harry's back back to her, and went downstairs to the potion storage room without saying a word.

During this time, Harry and him made a lot of potions, the functions of which covered nutritional supplements, energy restoration, health nourishment, magic power stabilization, spiritual protection... The level of the savior's potions improved by leaps and bounds, and gradually changed from helping him to go hand in hand, and finally even let him Go to bed, rest, and make batches of potions all by yourself.

Every time the Dark Lord wakes up, Harry will take the potion and go to the third floor to stay for a long time.

Snape didn't know why he was still in this castle. In fact, with Potter's feelings for the Dark Lord, he didn't feel the need to do anything to protect him.

I'm afraid that stupid boy would be happy even if he died at the hands of the Dark Lord.

He thought numbly as he counted the potions and packed them into the wood grain medicine chest.

But he couldn't contain the slight anger in his heart.

【How are you? Let's go, I'm going to see Tom. 】

Nagini urged impatiently.

[Do you know that you really trouble others?For some reason, Harry always asks me to watch you when he’s not free, it’s so torturous, I really miss the free time before...]

The Dark Lord's pet snake was chattering again.

Snape checked the medicines one last time, closed the medicine cabinet and left.

The Savior had explained to him what the snake usually said, and although its horror index had plummeted since then, the snake language itself still made Snape, who was used to Death Eaters, uncomfortable.

It's better to reduce the chances of her nagging if possible.

The third floor occupies the largest area is the library.In the deepest part of the stacked bookshelves, there is a secret room that no one knows about.

Remove the "Hogwarts, A School History" on the bookshelf, and the door to the Chamber of Secrets will appear behind the bookshelf.

Harry cast several layers of Warming Charm, Anti-Cold Charm, Heat Source Charm, and Thermostat Charm on himself before he was ready to open the door.

As soon as the cold air rushed out, the door seemed to be a huge ice cellar, condensing the nearby air into white smoke, which slowly drifted out.

Harry shivered, and exhaled hot air, which immediately formed a light mist around his mouth.

He pulled out a small cart from inside the door, put it outside the door, and walked in by himself.

Inside was a dimly lit dark room. The wall lamps were like plankton in the deep sea, emitting a limited range of fluorescence. Harry had to light up his wand, count the wall lamps he passed by, stop under the seventh lamp, and grope to find a piece. Iron chain, pull it out hard.

There was a clanging sound, like a train passing by railroad tracks.

A door appeared in front of it, and it lifted up automatically, revealing a long cableway.

On the long hanging abyss, the wind and snow blew wildly across the chain trestle bridge.

The sight that ordinary people would be terrified of even just looking at it, Harry walked up it with a normal expression, as if walking on the ground.

There was an igloo beyond the jetty, and Tom was in it.

The whole scene is built with great magic and alchemy.

It was done with Tom, with half of his body still on his shoulders, enduring unimaginable pain.

Harry felt like he was just lending a helping hand, but he still couldn't get over that day.

When he tried to help Tom cast a snowstorm spell, the thin layer of snow covering the ground instantly turned into a heavy snowflake falling all over the sky. snowdrifts.

Embarrassed and annoyed, Harry apologized and tried to dig himself and Tom out, only to be held down by the latter's cold hand.

Tom's pain was relieved in the ice and snow.

More than that, he stared at Harry with an unprecedented deep and thoughtful gaze.

"Spells shouldn't be so powerful."

He said.

Tom had always been an authority on magic, and Harry had no idea how to answer that.

But Tom didn't really need either, he quickly concluded.

"Our wands have an augmentation of each other's magic... a very astonishing augmentation."

It was the first time Harry heard this statement, and Tom didn't seem to have the energy to do more explanation and research. He half closed his eyes and leaned against Harry to recover.

After a long time, when Harry almost lost his sense of his own body due to the cold of the snow and the weight of his shoulders, Tom raised his wand-holding hand, and together they pointed to the seventh wall lamp in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Let's go together," he said in a low voice, "read to me, Harry."

Following Tom's brief but effective instructions, Harry gripped his wand nervously and cast his spells meticulously.

The bottomless cold abyss unfolded in the invisible space like this.

The stone gate rises, and the wind and snow behind it are like weeping and complaining, splashing the sky and flooding the earth.

The holly wood wand was slightly hot, and his brain was dizzy from the crazy output of magic power, and his whole body was frozen stiff by the cold snow and wind.

But Harry stood firm, for Tom was still leaning against him, and began to pant slightly.

Their connection was weakening, and Harry could feel Tom's pain far away, but not in a shared sense of empathy.

"You can give me some," said Harry worriedly. "I can live with it."

Tom seemed to have smiled very lightly, as if saying that he should stop joking, but it caused pain, and there was no movement after a while.

Harry couldn't speak anymore.

After a while Tom raised his yew wand again.

Harry followed suit and raised his holly wand.

This time Tom demonstrated the guiding spell in the connection, and Harry silently memorized it with a solemn expression, trying to digest it as quickly as possible.

There were no extra words, and the two of them chanted the mantra at the same time.

"Crown of Ice and Snow."

One heavy, one weak.

A huge island of ice and snow stood up out of thin air, appearing tens of meters away across the abyss where the cold wind howled.

The spectacular scene was reflected in Harry's eyes, but he only subconsciously hugged Tom's body tightly, feeling uncontrollably distressed by his condition.

He didn't exert much effort at all, and the grand magic in front of him was completely completed by the weak main force of Tom.

Tom coughed a few times, and the red eyes under the hood turned sideways, with the same intensity as usual.

— relax.

He warns in the link.

Harry relaxed his strength belatedly, but still secretly tightened his robe tightly.

As if he could fall at any moment.If he had the strength, Tom thought, it might be easier to simply roll his eyes.

What kind of weakness has he never experienced, what kind of pain has he never endured, and when was he truly defeated?

Even if the situation is so bad, there is no reason why you can't get over it.If there is no savior, things will only be a little more troublesome. After all, he can survive alone, and Harry's fuss is completely unnecessary.

But this kind of savior is not easy to use. Even if there is still anger in his heart for him secretly letting Snape go, Tom has no reason not to accept it, and use it to make Harry use it.

What's more, for the current state, he had a lot of curiosity about Harry and even himself.

Some are irrelevant and some are crucial.

——From now on, you alone are enough...

Tom said in the link.

In order to save his strength, he never spoke again.

This fact made Harry sad too.

Harry had never mastered new magic so intensively and quickly, but Tom seemed to know his abilities like the back of his hand, and the spells taught to him were not too difficult, just enough for his level to master quickly.

The chain bridge, the stone bed of the igloo, Harry was very busy, and Tom waited quietly in the snow.

On the way, Tom raised his hand slightly, and cast a warming spell from a distance, falling on the savior.

Harry turned his head and looked at him through the overwhelming snow, his snow-white cheeks had recovered a little color from the cold.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to stop for a moment.

Tom's skin was abnormally dark red, like charred charcoal fire, generated from his chest, and continuously spread to the surroundings, burning his skin and flesh everywhere he went.

The sight made Harry unbearably uncomfortable.

He knew it had nothing to do with him, and even from an objective standpoint, Tom deserved what he deserved.

He kept telling himself, don't waver, don't give in.

But the feelings in my heart accumulated little by little.Before he knew it, he had had enough of the suppression, roared and broke through his reason, pulled his heart and blood vessels, and told him with bloody pain and hatred—you don't care.

You don't care about good and evil, love and hate, righteousness and evil...you just feel sad!

You just can't stand him in such pain!

——It's really worthless!He may not have the same good intentions.

……so what?

so what!

Did he love him because of his kindness?

He is not kind, unjust, and the most evil wizard in the world.

Doesn't he know?Doesn't his heart know?

Every time he heard Snape's sarcasm, felt Dumbledore's attention, met Hermione's hesitant gaze... Could it be that he didn't know what they were thinking?Will he forget how the scar on his head came from, how he survived, and how his parents sacrificed?

...stop it.

All this is really enough.

Just for a while, can you even give him just a moment?

Let him do what he wants to do right now.

Right or wrong.

……

Harry cast the Frost and Snow Ice Curse as if venting his anger, filling the corners of the igloo with snow, the frost solidified the stone bed in the center, and the surrounding seats were buried in thick snowdrifts.

His hair and eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, and the air he exhaled condensed into ice particles almost instantly.

Only the eye sockets were slightly red.

Had it not been for Tom's occasional warming spell, Harry would have froze himself to death without even noticing.

After venting, he returned to Tom in a daze, pushed aside the snow that almost buried him, and found that Tom had closed his eyes.

For a moment, his heart stopped beating completely.

Then he realized that the Warming Charm on him was still working, that Tom must be alive, and he frantically tried to wake him up.

Hold.Tom was so tormented by him that he had to open his eyes, as if he had cursed for the first time.But Harry was too surprised to pay attention.

"Great, you're awake. I've already built the igloo, go in and rest."

Involuntarily, Harry dragged and dragged him into the igloo, and put him on the stone bed at Tom's request.

"Feeling better?"

"..."

Tom's eyes turned black after a while, and the burning pain was indeed relieved a lot due to the low temperature, which made him regain some strength to speak.

"The reincarnation reaction of the Horcrux is not so easy to solve."

Harry knew every word, but together they didn't know what he was talking about.

"...Okay, how long will it take?"

"A few days, maybe a few weeks," Tom mused. "But maybe longer, because I've got some guesses, about Muggle Day . . . and ours."

"...?" Harry had question marks all over his head, wanting him to speak humanly, his lips moved, but he couldn't bear it after all, "Rest first, you can leave me with something."

Tom looked at him with undisguised mistrust coming from every pore.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying not to feel guilty.

"Just because I allow you to help, doesn't mean I've lost my memory." He sarcastically said vindictively, "I've only been away for a few hours, and you've let go of everyone in the dungeon. I really can't find a more trustworthy savior than you. gone."

"...I didn't know there was only one person in your dungeon," Harry whispered.

Tom narrowed his eyes, and Harry immediately threw up his hands in surrender.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept it from you. If I had told you, you would have allowed me, wouldn't you?"

"……"how is this possible.

But this time Tom was a little uncertain about what kind of medicine Harry was selling in the gourd, so he didn't answer.

Harry sighed, and took his cold hand. The burn hadn't spread to the skin here, but the original pale and beautiful appearance still showed deep purple and blue blood vessels due to the freezing.

Tom didn't use a Warming Charm, and even though it was meant to relieve the pain, Harry's heart tensed at the iron-cold touch.

He lowered his head slightly, warming the back of his hand with his lips.

"I just want to help."

He murmured softly.

The airflow exhaled slightly dissipated a trace of insignificant cold air.

Tom looked down at his movements, the sensory nerves, numbed by the analgesia, alive only where Harry touched them.

...What a tough brat.

he thinks.

Suddenly, contrary to reason, he wanted to restore his physical body immediately.