The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"Then help me make some potions."

Finally Harry got this answer.

In good conscience, the hopelessness in that tone cannot be denied.

The list of medicines given to him also explained similar problems from the side.Tom obviously knows his potion level very well, and the list is full of products that are easy to make, or common and easy to buy.

"What about these materials?"

Harry pointed to a list of ingredients far beyond those of the simple potions.

Apparently Tom needs more than that simple potion, but he only intends to make it himself.

"Look in my potion cabinet first, if you can't find it, then contact Palis."

Tom's wand was pointing at his temple, and he was slowly using some mysterious magic, half-closed his eyes and said distractedly.

Harry looked at him, hesitant to speak.

...That's not what he wanted to ask.

After a while, Tom seemed to have come to an end, raised his eyes slightly, pinched his chin with cold fingers, and asked hoarsely and softly: "What's wrong?"

Harry's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if stimulated by the icy breath, and seemed to be trembling in his mind.

"...Did I disturb you?"

Tom was taken aback for a moment, as if a little belatedly and thoughtfully.

He lightly rubbed the smooth skin on Harry's chin, and said in a clear tone, "Complaining... I feel left out by me, huh?"

Harry smiled softly at him, wrapping his warm hands around his again.

"I was just wondering if it would be better for you to stay outside."

Tom's eyes fell on the hand that was held by Harry. In fact, this act of caring would do him no good in his current special situation, but he always refused to poke it, so Harry didn't know .

"Did you want to go back a long time ago?" He said with a half-smile, "That poor fellow waiting to be rescued is still petrified."

"..." Harry was very familiar with Tom, and he could decipher the slightest clues from those elusive expressions, let alone such an obvious and dangerous expression, it was tantamount to writing anger on his face.

He really wanted to just say don't be angry, but he knew it wouldn't do anything.

Only...maybe, he knows, to make real change...

"...I won't let Snape go." Harry whispered, looking away slightly. "Leave him to you, okay?"

Tom pushed forward without any suspense: "Leave it to me to kill?"

"..." Harry pursed his lips, unable to speak.His hand was still holding him tightly.

Tom bent slightly and pushed away Harry's hand, as if the icy palm had gripped his jaw again, almost reaching the root of the tooth through the flesh.

"This is my savior."

He said in a low voice, with a smile in his tone.

"I like the way you struggle and work hard for me... However, there is no need to be impatient. What you couldn't do in the past, it's impossible to do it all at once now. Take your time, as long as you want, I can teach you."

Such words did not seem to come out of his mouth at all.Harry even froze in his hands in some shock.Tom, amused, brought his face closer together.

A shadow was cast on the corner of Harry's eyes, he struggled uncomfortably, and was immobilized by Tom who was waiting for his opportunity.

It was cold and painful.

There is also a face that seems to be burned close at hand.

Seeing through Harry's complicated and resisting mood completely, Tom purposely let him get closer and closer to him until he could hear his breath, smiled lowly, and gave orders that could not be resisted.

"kiss Me."

"..."

To let Tom say, Harry's reaction was brilliant.

The first reaction was a slightly distorted expression, and soon he became helpless and resigned to his fate, as if his head was held by a magic wand, he raised his neck and pressed his lips like a virgin sacrificed.

When it actually happened, however, it was nothing like Harry's acting.It is gentle and loving, carefully testing how much Tom's skin can bear under the terrifying appearance.

Not daring to use force, but also reluctant to stay away, long and lingering tenderly.

After enjoying it for a while, Tom broke the atmosphere and said, "Why do you close your eyes, Harry."

"..." Knowing that he knew what he was asking, Harry could only open his eyes and complain silently.

Not only did Tom not restrain himself, but he became even more interested: "How about we use this to greet each other from now on?"

The word pervert could almost come out of Harry's eyes, but after confronting each other for a moment, he said, "As you wish."

Tom touched the corners of his lips, tasting the victory offered by the savior. It was sweet, lovely, and very addictive.

But compared to this, there seemed to be a simple and light satisfaction, only aimed at Harry's answer itself.

"Okay, just joking. Get the items on the list ASAP, I need to do an experiment."

A numb itching burned from the nerves of Harry's skin.He was secretly annoyed, he had no choice but to lie back on the stone bed, close the ice cover, and let his perception gradually be frozen.

"Many experiments..."

……

Snape felt the changes in Harry most intuitively.

Near midnight, he waited in a trance until the returned savior was freed from the powerful petrification spell.Immediately afterwards, he was locked in a pair of handcuffs and dragged to an office.

"Potter." Snape questioned holding up the handcuffs, his body was unable to move smoothly due to long-term weakness and petrification sequelae. .

"Wait." Harry gave him a rough look, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, then turned around and rummaged through the cupboard non-stop, "I need to find some materials, and you can help identify them later."

"……let me go."

Harry didn't seem to hear it, he kept checking the labels on the cabinet, and finally found his target.

"it's here!"

He moved down a wooden box, only to think of Snape, and turned to look at him steadily.

"I won't let you go, Snape."

No tone of joking.

Snape was stunned, staring, almost forgetting how to form words.

"I won't return the wand to you, let alone give you a chance to snatch it from me."

After Harry finished speaking earnestly, he quickly became anxious again, as if there was some urgent urgent matter, so he turned his head quickly, focused, and silently recited the incantation for opening the box.

The wooden box lid was opened, and there was another small world inside.Like the box in the fourth grade where Moody was imprisoned, the interior space is much larger than it looks on the outside, and slowly there are cabinets full of various medicinal materials.

Harry offered his hand and sent Snape and himself inside.

Snape didn't have a wand, and his physical strength was even weaker, so he could only cooperate with Harry.

Seeing him busy looking for a cart, carefully checking and searching according to the list in his hand, and turning around to look for him from time to time, unable to make a choice, repeatedly confirming that it was correct... Snape felt completely absurd.

"If you're not mistaken, our great savior is now working so hard to save the Dark Lord?"

"I advise you to speak less, Snape!" Harry choked hotly, "I don't have the patience to argue with you, or I'll send you to ask the Dark Lord you've been thinking about in person?"

Snape's face twitched slightly, and then he sneered again: "Who is it that I'm thinking about?"

Harry ignored him at all, and concentrated on studying the list in his hand, seemingly unmoved by his sarcasm anymore.

Snape wanted to continue speaking aggressively, but suddenly he couldn't hear his own voice.

This is terrifying!

The savior threw a silencing spell over without making a sound and without moving a bit.

Until Harry came to check on him again, the thrill was still there.

"...Okay, almost. Send these over first, and take the rest slowly."

After Harry finished speaking, he grabbed Snape by the collar without saying a word, and pulled him out of the potion box in two steps.

This time he helped Snape to the seat before turning around and dragging out the stroller.

Harry took him out of the room, put him in what was clearly a reception room, and left without stopping.

It wasn't until Harry came back from delivering the things that Snape got any attention from the other party.

"There are several guest rooms on the first floor, do you know where they are? Choose one to sleep in."

Harry looked very tired, but came in with a plate of potato kebab in his hand.

"I asked Wei Li to make some supper, let's go to rest after eating."

"..." Snape stared at him wordlessly.

Harry put the tray down, and didn't wait for an answer for a long time before suddenly remembering something.

"Did I undo the Silencing Curse for you yet?"

Snape's sharp eyes were enough to answer.Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose with some headache, and apologized vaguely, "Sorry, too many things...Curse stop."

"...You have become stronger."

said Snape grimly, picking up his knife and fork.

The Silencing Charm was unusually strong in duration and potency... and the Petrification Charm before that.

The hand that was convulsed with hunger was a little disobedient, and it trembled, and Harry snatched it away.

"Okay, I'll cut it up for you, eat quickly and go to bed."

"..."

He had already had a sentence on his lips, but he was killed by such behavior.

— Did you learn from the Dark Lord?

Whether he learned from the Dark Lord, he will soon know.

Next, he continued to live the life of a prisoner, but moved from the dungeon to a temporary guest room on the first floor.

Adjacent to the two large lounges on the west side, there are several guest rooms specially arranged for temporary Death Eaters. Snape also lived in them when he was a Death Eater.

To be honest, except for not having a wand, the experience was no different from that time, and it was very different from being in the dungeon.

But Snape would never forget the Dark Lord he met that day, and Potter's 180-degree change in attitude.

Although the scene he witnessed still made Snape's heart tremble, he calmed down and slowly figured out the benefit of Potter being brainwashed - the Dark Lord trusted him.

Just like the trust in him at the beginning, this is an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

How ridiculous, the situation has turned upside down, he himself has long since lost the trust of the Dark Lord, and when he even doubts the necessity of protecting Lily's son's life, his first reaction is to find a way to execute Dumbledore in a disguised form. plan of.

He wasn't even sure that the old man was alive and had the life to know what he had done.

While he was thinking secretly, the opportunity came.

A prescription that Potter brought, the key ingredient in it was precisely the pampas tiger eagle neck feather that he had painstakingly researched. It had extremely special effects and was extremely difficult to distinguish.It is very similar to the tail feathers of another kind of magpie, which has nothing to do with each other, but the properties of the potion are completely opposite.

Following behind Potter, aiming at the tail feathers of the contending magpie on the shelf, he reached out and took one neatly, and mixed it into the neck feathers of the tiger eagle.

Then he said calmly: "It's best to grind these neck feathers first, otherwise it would be a waste of time to deal with them alone."

"Really?" Harry flipped through the list in his hand and looked at him suspiciously, "But it's not written on it."

Snape was well versed in the scale of too much, so he didn't explain much: "It's usually like this."

Sure enough, Harry began to hesitate, flipped through the list in distress, scratched his head for a while, and said, "Then let's grind half of it."

Snape followed him to the potions table indifferently, flicked half of it out, mixed the magpie's tail feather in it without a trace, and threw it into the grinder jar.

Harry took the opportunity to call the grinding pestle, and began to grind carefully.

"Did you learn your posture from a slap grass without arms? You have no strength at all." You can even taunt freely.

Harry gave him an irritated glance, and answered him harshly, "No one is better qualified to talk about teaching than you, Snape."

"..." Silent as always.Harry finally lowered his head to grind the medicine with a clean heart.

If he looked up, he could see that there was no expression on Snape's numb face.

It was late at night when things broke out.

In his sleep, a huge rumbling sound overturned the whole night. Just as Snape woke up with a start, the man who broke into the door grabbed the mattress and threw it on the floor!

"S.N.P!"

Harry's voice was close to a howl.

"what have you done!!"

In the dark castle, only sporadic wall lamps were burning, and the faint moonlight shone in from the windows and porch, reflecting the ashen face of the savior and the blood-stained shirt.

Confirming his condition, Snape said sarcastically, standing up.

"You're alive and well, aren't you?"

"asshole!"

Harry pushed him back to the ground furiously.

"You really changed the potion secretly!"

A drop of viscous liquid fell to the tip of Snape's nose, and there was a strong smell of blood.

The savior's shoulder and neck were bleeding, but the temperature was freezing cold.

The medicinal properties of the contending magpie's tail feather and the tiger's neck feather are opposite, if they are mixed together, the potion will fail if it is light, and the effect will be mutated if it is serious.The information Snape possessed was not enough to predict the real consequences.

Even just causing a little trouble is enough.

"The neck wound was a punishment, Potter." Snape rolled his mouth sullenly. "How does it feel? Is it still your sweet taste of love—"

boom!Harry punched him in the face, knocking the sarcasm away, and before Snape could react, he grabbed his head and slammed it against the floor.

"What do you know! What do you know! You know nothing! Vicious bat-"

Bang, Bang, Bang.

Snape was knocked into a daze, and finally he became annoyed, regaining his physical strength was not too much behind Harry, so he grabbed Harry's shoulder in anger, and deliberately pushed hard against his wound.

"Ah!" Harry screamed in pain, and was pushed to the ground by him. Snape sat up against the wall and cursed, "You're crazy! Potter!"

Harry was obviously agitated, so he laughed out loud, got up and rushed over again.

Snape's skill was not bad, but Harry's ability to catch the snitch was extraordinary, and he was no harder to catch than the snitch, but he was caught right and his neck was severely strangled.

crazy.The savior imp is really crazy.

Snape was frightened and angry, and wanted to raise his strength to resist, but because of the blocked blood flow, he lost his strength little by little.

"If there's something for Tom...if I'm not there..."

Harry squeezed his neck, his fingers trembling slightly.

Snape breathed hard, and suddenly found that the savior's eyes were red.

"I can't believe it... none of you can believe it... I was so stupid that I was defenseless..."

Another drop of liquid fell and slid down the side of Snape's face.

This time it was extremely light, without the smell of blood.

"I should have realized...none of you would...really miss him..."

Snape was slightly startled, a certain stiff thread in his heart was hooked, trembling.

"Potter..."

Harry let go of his shackles and stood up without a word.

Breathing heavily, Snape tried to watch him in the dim moonlight.

The face of the savior had lost all undulations and had become like a blurred stone statue on a shrine.

After that night, that was pretty much all Potter Snape had seen.

He no longer asked him to check the list, no longer asked him to help with potion materials, and he no longer even appeared in front of him.

In its place was a boa constrictor that had appeared in countless Death Eaters' nightmares.

"Her name is Nagini." Harry stroked the big snake's scales, with almost no emotion in his tone, "She understands her name."

Snape turned stiffly to the dangerous snake.

The scene of Nagini reluctantly leaving Harry and swimming over meanders is simply a reenactment of his life as a Death Eater.

hissing...

The big snake made the sound he was used to, and Snape restrained his instinctive body reaction, rigidly nailed in place and did not move.

If it was within his tolerance so far, what Harry said next made him dream back to the Dark Lord's throne.

It was the same dark and hoarse hissing sound, Harry and Nagini talked a few words very naturally, and the lines on their faces even softened a little imperceptibly.

Snape was a little complicated.

But when Harry turned back to him, his emotionless flatness returned.

"Okay, Nagini promised to take care of you for me. Treat her well and I'll know."

... look after?It's surveillance.

Snape instinctively sarcastically.

For some reason, these words are becoming more and more difficult to say these days.

He looked at the savior who turned to leave again, and at the last moment, he blurted out in a strange way.

"Potter, I can help you."

Harry paused, turned half of his body, and before he could get rid of his exhausted expression, he simply put it on openly.

"What's your plan?"

he asked impatiently.

"..."

Even if we don't see each other often, Snape knows what Potter is busy with every day, either making potions or soaking in the library on the third floor, and sometimes staying in that office for a day-but now he has no permission to enter and exit There, Potter actually gained control of the entire castle, which completely exceeded Snape's knowledge of the limit of the Dark Lord's trust.

"This time, you decide. I just plan to cooperate with you."

said Snape.

Harry frowned slightly, but didn't answer right away.

After a while, he said slowly, "I don't trust you, Snape, do you understand?"

Snape nodded unsurprisingly, with a blank expression on his face.

Harry sneered angrily in his heart, but his face was indifferent.

"I can only think of one way..."

Bright Green looked straight at Snape and said loudly.

"Let go of your mind, Snape, and accept my insanity."

Akatsuki was Snape who was mentally prepared, and also slightly shaken.

I don't know if he just expected his concerns, Harry made another point: "I need to know all the information about Death Eaters you know."

"……it is good."