The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Tom woke up from a cold consciousness, surrounded by darkness, and the cold that can oppress a person's will to freezing point still couldn't completely suppress his heat pain.

The double effect from the death curse and the horcrux made his soul try to escape from this body.

When "killed" by the Killing Curse, the immortality of the Horcrux ensures that his soul still lives, but it must be separated from the dead body.

At this time, it happened that he transferred his vitality and temporarily lived in the crown.

In essence, the body of the crown is formed by the soul fragments in the horcrux. Tom's soul has already been split from it.

Part of the soul instinctively pulls away, while the other part pulls back.There was non-stop friction between soul fragments of the same origin.

In a sense, his soul was burning slightly.

On the body, it is like scalded skin variation.

Between life and death, his magic is extremely unstable, but not completely lost, unlike Muggle days.

So he could still mobilize Snape's Dark Mark, and if necessary, he could instantly kill him regardless of the consequences.

But at that time, what he needed more was a stable soul and magical nourishment.

Harry is that object.

Although it was not a Muggle day, he seemed to have a rare intuition that the only antidote at this time was still Harry.

His unfinished half of the Horcrux, the source of power when his magic is lost.

He had always known that these were connections on the same level.

The facts did not disappoint him, the contact with Harry not only helped him stabilize the state of soul collision, but also inexplicably produced a powerful force from the heart.

He is very unfamiliar with that power, but very sensitive.

Like the soul connection of their natural communication, and like the multiplied power of brother magic wands when they cast spells together.

He had a vague feeling that he could even find a trace of the Muggle origins, but he was caught off guard by the Horcrux's revival reaction immediately after.

It was yet another Horcrux-induced experience that made him lose sight of his Brother Wand and Muggle-Day roots.

When he transformed himself into a dual existence of the Horcrux and the main body, he also possessed the attributes of both.

Needless to say the attributes belonging to the main body, one of the important attributes belonging to the Horcrux is the rebirth reaction.

According to his research, Horcruxes—regardless of the number—and the main body are a flexible and divisible unity.

This is a difficult concept to grasp.Even Tom may not be able to say that he has fully grasped it, but he is definitely the most profound person in the world, not one of them.

Most of the time, the relationship between the Horcrux and the body can be seen as the relationship between the magic portrait and the person.The Horcrux is not only a faithful portrayal of the wizard himself, but it will not affect the wizard himself due to his own behavioral interactions.But once the main body dies, the immortality of the Horcrux system is activated.All Horcruxes will enter a state of readiness to act for the common goal of resurrection.

The rebirth reaction is the beginning of this stage.

One of the key points why the Horcrux system can be unified and divisible lies in this rebirth reaction.

It is a general term for the behavior of Horcruxes sharing and merging each other's memory emotional states, especially when Horcruxes are in the state of resurrection standby.

In other words, at the moment when the main body dies, all the Horcruxes will "wake up" and learn about the status and memory of the main body and each other.

The only Horcruxes still alive today are the locket and Tom himself.

The part about being a Horcrux is giving Tom a lot of experience that belongs in the locket.

In any other memory, Tom might not be so resistant.

But this memory of the locket is all about getting along with Dumbledore.

He basically suppressed his nausea and forced himself to digest it quickly.

— "...I can sense, Alastor, that there is a shadow hanging over the Ministry of Magic..."

——"The Death Eaters are almost riding on their heads, can the Ministry of Magic have no shadow? Look at what Nott and Gargson did..."

— "No, I'm not talking about Death Eaters... at least not the ones we know about..."

……

The locket has been awakened by a fresh source of life.

He was overjoyed when he realized that he was being hung around his neck.Until the next moment, someone asked clearly.

"Speaking of... Albus, when did you wear the necklace?"

...Albus.

It can be included in the top three of his most hated names list.

After all, it was a rare opportunity, he still didn't give up, and then he heard an old voice answering with a smile.

"Oh... You know, old people can't help being nostalgic."

... This voice, this tone.

If the locket had a shape, it probably rolled its eyes upwards, and by the way, took a final look at the white beard of the other party, and closed the door to thank the guests completely disappointed.

——"However, you reminded me. Alastor, I need to leave..."

The last words she heard didn't stop her determination to close the locket completely.

……

As if flying.

Dumbledore grabbed the tail feathers of Phoenix Fox, and quickly passed over a forest.

The locket felt unreasonably hot, and then realized that Dumbledore was gripping its body tightly.

My heart sank.

The fluke about Dumbledore's unawareness of his Dark Arts was further dashed.

This old man is definitely planning something.

The locket realized that it had to find a way to do it first.

……

The two men hugged each other, their golden and brown hair intertwined with each other, like audible gasps.

The old man who was about to raise the Gryffindor sword trembled slightly, and slashed at the phantom that suddenly appeared.

The sword shining with cold light drew a silver arc of light in the dark woods, splitting the unsightly illusion in two.

However, in an instant, the illusion returned to normal, and the blond wizard showed a mischievous smile at Dumbledore, which was very ironic.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, his lungs filled with the cold forest air like a cooling spell.

- "Voldemort, come out, I know it's you."

The locket sneered inwardly, and continued to manipulate the illusion unmoved.

Dumbledore was keenly aware of a subtle sense of loss, just an inconspicuous hint, enough to make him throw the locket in his hand to the ground like a hot potato.

Taking a step back, the Gryffindor sword pointed straight.

The vision continues.

The brown-red man had disappeared, and the blond wizard asked in confusion, "Albus, don't you want to see me?"

Those eyes watched Dumbledore through the cold air, as if through time.Trance makes people feel that he is talking to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore closed his eyes, raised his sword, and asked at last.

——"Does it have to be like this?"

The man in the phantom uttered a painful cry, as if the sword had been swung down, piercing through the heart.

The sword wobbled slightly, and finally swung towards the locket.

But with a slight difference from it, it pierced the ground.

—"Let's talk, Tom."

Dumbledore picked up the locket and held it again.

- "Before I destroy you."

……

The latest headline of the Daily Prophet: The witnesses in the Kirtland case reveal the truth, the old Death Eater case that was unjustly tried?

Subtitle: Dumbledore was once again accused of personal fraud, the school committee has officially launched impeachment, and the students said it was what the people wanted

— "It's all right now, isn't it, Dumbledore?"

The voice of the locket sounded ironically.

Dumbledore put down the newspaper, and the young Riddle projection appeared behind him, his eyes swept over his shoulder to the headline of the report, a frivolous and ironic smile appeared on his thin face, which was unreasonably pleasing to the eye.

— "You appear to have been produced during Borgin Bock's tenure."

Dumbledore stared at him thoughtfully, and said irrelevantly.

Undisguised disgust flashed across Riddle's face, and it was blatantly spilled over to Dumbledore.

—— "This is what you said, you want to rebuild a healthy relationship with me?"

Dumbledore spread his hands innocently.

——"You see, I just made a harmless conjecture, Tom. No matter what the relationship is, you have to allow me to talk, and you can't get angry as long as I speak. In that case, we might as well end the experiment early. You don't bother me, and I will No need for useless effort, is there?"

Riddle smiled instead of anger, his eyes were terribly gloomy.

——"Threatening me, Dumbledore, this is all your means. What about those noble sentiments that you admired to heaven? At this time, none of them have disappeared. You still refuse to admit the hypocrisy of your own theory, and want to tell me What are you discussing? Who has better acting skills?"

Dumbledore's face seemed older than before.

He was silent for a moment, then said softly: "You are right, maybe this is exactly..."

What it was, he didn't say anything.

Riddle frowned, but saw that Dumbledore became excited again in the blink of an eye, got up to pack the newspaper, and proposed with great enthusiasm: "Let's do something really meaningful, Tom. Soul and the essence of magic, which one do you care about?" more interested?"

……

——"If love is the root of everything, as you say, how do you explain my existence, Dumbledore?"

Riddle's projection leaned against the potion table, folded his arms and watched Dumbledore operate the cauldron with one hand.

——"The stronger my magic is, the more absurd your conclusion will be proved."

Dumbledore's scorched right hand is obviously inconvenient and dexterous to operate. With only his left hand to cast one magic after another, he can handle every kind of difficult material without any difference. The potions master was no different.

He waited intently for a moment for the potion to take shape before relaxing.

——"In the same way, Tom, if your theory is valid and abstraction is the essence of magic, how do you explain those transfiguration techniques that require extremely strong specific and precise abilities?"

——"No contradiction. The specificity and precision of transfiguration also rely on abstract imagination. Wizards first need to summarize its abstract structure from specific objects, and then they can imagine and reconstruct it when casting the spell. When it is really reconstructed, Instead, it doesn't have to be exactly the same as the specific object. One example is the law of non-repetition in Transfiguration—no one can deform two objects that are exactly the same."

——"Excellent analysis. In general, the abstraction you mean is also a summary definition of a broad concept, right? I must say I can partially agree. It's just that I don't mean love just friendship. Family affection , love, friendship..."

—— "You don't think that any of them may happen to me, do you?"

……

Tom still couldn't hold back, and once again extinguished the memory pile of the resurrection reaction.

It's so disgusting.

Alone on the stone bed, he took several breaths of cold air before he could barely suppress the nauseating feeling.

In order to relieve his mood, he simply got up and got out of bed, and the floating lights around him slowly lit up as he walked, like creatures floating slowly in the ice layer, emitting a faint, not bright, but soft enough light to see things .

The inside is a secret room with a steel structure. The potion boiled in the morning was almost ready for the last time. He cast a layer of ice spell on himself, and he would rather lock himself in the potion secret room with too high temperature than touch those memories again. Heaped up.

When Harry pushed the trolley in, Tom was holding on to the door frame of the secret room, hunched over and trembling, as if it was difficult for him to take one more step back to the ice room with a moderate temperature.

"Tom?!"

Harry was so frightened that he dropped the stroller and ran to help him.

"what happened to you?"

The contact of hot and cold air produced a large amount of thick white mist and water vapor. Harry was caught off guard, choked and coughed continuously.The door of the secret room slammed shut suddenly, and Tom straightened up as before, pulling him straight to the stone bed.

His eyes were terribly gloomy.

"...What happened just now?"

Harry asked worriedly.

"Why don't you call me in the connection?"

The way Tom squeezed his shoulder was slightly painful, but it was his answer that caught Harry's attention.

"... Muggle Day," said Tom through gritted teeth. "Here we go again."

Harry was momentarily at a loss for words.

"……I thought……"

"That's right, it didn't happen last time. We all thought it was over. But," Tom's red eyes locked on him, "it's now, it's happening."

Harry felt a little bit sorry for him, but the eyes coveted him faintly.

"Then..." He swallowed, and subconsciously asked, "What should I do..."

Tom answered him with action.

"Oh... shit."

Harry was pushed onto the stone bed, and the icy touch felt all over him, causing goosebumps to form on his skin.

There were no taboos in Tom's movements, as if deliberately testing the level of Harry's Warmth Charm, going deep into various tricky corners, the cold skin and hot contact, arousing the scalp-numbing nerve reaction of both parties.

"Progress, Harry," whispered appreciation with icy breath against Harry, "your warming spell."

Harry was under him, obviously not used to the freezing temperature next to him, but he tried hard to open his arms, making it easier for him to get closer.

Tom tried to press a little of his own weight, and Harry immediately instinctively wanted to hide, and then suppressed himself, turning into an unbearable writhing.

"...the top is too hard!" Harry grumbled awkwardly, "You really don't need a mattress?"

Tom pressed him amusedly, his lips murmured down.

"You know, Harry...you're such a self-sacrificing madman..."