The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

With Tom's physical condition, of course it is impossible to make it to the end.

They are just warming each other, the coldness is close to the hotness, it is not uncomfortable, but they can feel great comfort from it.

Harry huddled in Tom's cold arms, avoiding him and blowing his hot breath into his hands.

"How long...how long will it take for you to recover?"

"……good question."

Tom raised his eyelashes slightly, stroking the curls of his hair intermittently, casually, but with a little thoughtfulness.

"The current situation is very special... The Killing Curse split my soul and body, but the soul that belongs to the crown is rooted in this body and cannot be separated, so it pulls the main soul, and it is broken... Although it has caused many bad things. Constraints and conditions, but now is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...my body, crown soul, and subject soul, independent of each other, yet inextricably linked...you know, Harry, there has never been a moment more Suitable for studying myself."

Harry looked up from his arms dumbfounded.

"...you want to study, yourself?"

Tom looked down at him, pointing out, "Muggle day, I can't live with it forever."

Harry's body seemed to tense for a second, and then slowly relaxed.

Actually, Harry didn't hate this day.

Even sometimes, he doesn't consciously look forward to it.

Just like now, they hugged each other meaninglessly on the cold stone bed, he endured the biting cold environment, Tom endured his fiery body temperature, they were both uncomfortable, but they were still close to each other.

Tom would definitely avoid this kind of unnecessary contact.But there were times when Harry felt a sense of relief that was hard for him to seek, so those moments were all the more precious.

...but in the end it was torture.

Harry thought wistfully that he should have wished it had ended sooner.

Harry moved his lips, feeling a cold touch on the top of his forehead, and a cold breath.

Tom stuck his forehead hair at some point, so Harry didn't move.

"It may take a month or so...if it goes well, at least we can find our way."

Harry pulled his head back, nodding silently in his arms.After a while, I finally found a topic.

"The tombstone of the letter keeps jumping. I guess it is the news that was reported to you, but I don't know how to use it, so I brought it in together. You can take a look."

He turned over and was about to get out of bed to look for a stroller, but was pulled back by his wrist, and wrapped into a cold embrace again.

"Don't worry. Now that the overall situation has been decided, no matter how big an issue is, you can't turn your hand around..."

Tom appraised absently, his cold lips found the top of the disheveled hair, and with a cool seal, he fixed the person so lightly and casually that he couldn't move.

Harry froze for a while, feeling that the house arrest that seemed to be kissed but not kissed did not mean to be lifted, so he simply quieted down and enjoyed their rare tranquility.

It seems that it is not really peaceful, they are still touching each other sharply, ready to stab each other at any time, and they are insatiable, refusing to give up their desire for each other.

Above Harry's head, out of Harry's sight, Tom closed his eyes with his head bowed halfway.

The burning pain and the influx of power were intertwined, causing the sensory nerves to fluctuate violently.Now he has become more and more used to this bone-destroying and ecstasy experience, but it is a subtle emotion that draws his mind more.

Just from a simple movement, it seems that he can get a kind of almost comfortable sense of solidity more and more.

It does not come from certain certain interests, but the acceptance and true feelings that have never been violated again and again in the past.They dripped water and pierced rocks, accumulating a thick protective shell. In the depths of his sharp soul in the midst of blizzard and snow, a circle of soft armor sticking to the flesh grew, indistinctly preventing what never happened. threat.

Thinking about it carefully, it was against common sense that such a feeling could be felt from an enemy whose position was completely opposite to his.

He might really have a crush on the boy.It is different from the favored Death Eaters, different from Nagini who accompanied him, and even from the dark magic career and immortality he is keen to pursue... They are completely different.

Although the signs of magic show that it is love, he knows too well that those magical phenomena that have been widely circulated are, in the end, nothing more than people's generalizations.Just like his and Dumbledore's different views on magic, countless theories can explain the same thing, and most people accept judgments that are more in line with their own experience.

His powers have always been beyond the norm, so he doesn't always take popular magic theory seriously.

And in this matter, he just knew that he couldn't really fall in love with anyone.

As much as he could, he could not imagine that such a dauntless dedication could appear in himself.

He knew and studied that feeling, knew its existence around him, and knew how to use it to manipulate people's hearts.Because of this, he will not allow himself to fall into it.

But at this moment, the feeling to Harry is indeed very similar to the initial state of that description.

He savored it coldly and cautiously, imagining whether he could give something to this feeling... The word "sacrifice" was very counterintuitive to him.Perhaps it would be more logical to switch to "pay", but this simple difference of one word is the whole difference of this matter.

In most cases, he can clearly distinguish how much of his love is for use, and how much is pure fun and convenience.

The only variable is part of the mix.There is both utilization and preference.At the beginning, I changed as I wished, but gradually, it seemed a bit inseparable.

Like a new, undefinable complex inertia.

Perhaps, figuring out this matter should also be put on the agenda.

An unprecedented idea suddenly popped up.

The timing is just right, everything is so coincidental, just right...why not?

"Take out your wand, Harry." He opened his eyes again, a bit of unfathomable inquiry slowly flowed from the depths of his scarlet pupils, "Now is a good time to experience the enhancement of our brother's wand."

Harry was still timidly trying to keep himself warm. Hearing this, he squeezed the holly stick tip out of his cuffs, his fingers hidden deep in his sleeves, and grasped the handle of the stick.

"Okay...okay. How to do it."

Tom got up, pulled him up together, held up the arm holding the tip of the wand, and the yew wand appeared between his free ring finger and middle finger.

"Don't be nervous, let's start with simplicity."

He adjusted the tips of their wands to aim at the small cart not far away.

"Levitation spell. Read it out, and we will use it together."

Harry nodded, and the two recited the spell tacitly. The small cart left the ground in an instant, and stopped in the air at the intersection of their wands, like a shadow cast from the air, and even the slight movement of the wands could be accurately reflected.

"Is this... the effect of the floating spell?"

Harry couldn't help but marvel.

The trolley was filled with various potion ingredients, alchemy products, and various magical items that might be used. It was far lighter than it looked, and Harry couldn't push it far in a panic. .But their floating spell not only floats it easily, but can even manipulate its posture and movements with ease.

You must know that the floating spell itself does not have the effect of fine manipulation, it is just a basic magic that moves the position of objects, which is very rough.If you want additional effects, such as manipulating the teapot to accurately fill a cup of water, the difficulty will increase sharply, and very few people can do it.

Judging by the current effect of their two-stick magic, the Levitation Curse has completely become a powerful space-manipulating magic, not to mention pouring water from the teapot, even threading a needle is not a problem...

Tom didn't seem surprised, and gave a soft "hmm" to end the magic.The small trolley lost most of its supporting force immediately, and its center of gravity sank, leaving only a buoyancy force from Harry, hanging it wobbly, and might fall down at any time.

The huge difference is obvious at a glance.

Harry felt a little ashamed and wondered if he should continue to maintain his magic.Tom stepped forward and took his hand in the sleeve through his clothes.

"Continue, I will experiment a few more times to experience the changes."

The yew wood wand aimed at the small cart again, first took out the contents inside, and then cast the Weight-bearing spell continuously, which made the weight of the small cart even more impressive, and the body of the cart sank a little bit.Then a very short burst of Levitation was uttered, adding to the magic of the holly wand.

The trembling trolley jumped up suddenly as if it had received an electric shock, turned a quarter of a circle, then fell back, swayed and continued to sink a little bit.

The yew wand joins again, for another brief instant, and repeats the same process, adjusting the car's position slightly closer.

A few times later, the trolley was pulled closer and closer by Tom's delicate and stingy magic, until it landed exactly in front of them.

A series of operations not only made the use of simple basic magic superb, but also inadvertently demonstrated accurate magic control and calculation capabilities.

Tom asked him how he felt, and Harry couldn't answer.

He only silently tightened the knot on the handle of the stick, and pursed his lips without looking at him.

Tom glanced at it, saw through his thoughts, and smiled secretly.

Without saying much, he stretched out his hand to touch Harry's forehead, parted the thick hair on his forehead, and stroked the famous scar with his fingertips.

The shape of lightning condensed their endless hatred, and Tom never touched it when they were most affectionate.

"It's been a long time since you've felt what I feel, Harry."

He said in a low voice, the connection of the soul seemed to extend along the touch of the fingertips, penetrating Harry's cerebral cortex with pain and itch, reaching the depths of the soul.

"Let's review it."

The world suddenly became very hot.

Harry suddenly saw his side face in his mind. The heat and pain all over his body came from the contact with his own skin, but the parts that were not touched were very numb, like a corpse that had lost its vitality.

Before Harry took a closer look, all his body perception receded like a tide, and his vision changed into a small cart.

Tom looked away.

It was a strange feeling, Harry being able to see the trolley both himself and from the perspective of Tom in his head.

But he didn't have time to study it carefully, he just stretched out his limbs hesitantly, wanting to leave Tom's arms.

"You... are very uncomfortable."

"Sequelae, just get used to it." Tom explained casually, pulling him back without looking at him. "Now close your eyes and concentrate on feeling my perspective."

Unlike the previous soul connection or dreams, this time the perspective connection is very focused.

In addition to physical perception, Tom also isolated his own thoughts and judgments, leaving only the visual and magical feelings, and reproduced the magic experiment just now with Harry.

This time Harry felt a very delicate, finely manipulated magic process.

As if deliberately zoomed in and slowed down, only the details of how to manipulate the levitation spell remained in the perspective from Tom. When they jointly cast the spell, those details were particularly vivid, as if they could be learned at a glance.

The visual connection lasted for 5 minutes, and Harry seemed to have read an extremely vivid textbook and could immediately practice it.

Of course, the actual effect was not as good as he thought, but the cart was indeed able to be stably manipulated by magic.

"It's still not possible to just use it once." Harry scratched his hair with some annoyance, "Either there was no response, or it lasted too long...why is it so difficult to control?"

"It's just proficiency." Tom didn't seem to be dissatisfied, "Just practice more."

Harry nodded, and started practicing seriously again.

Tom grabbed the letter tombstone with his long hands, and gloom floated through his eyes, leaning on the savior to review the latest information on his dark career.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry was tired from practicing and looked sideways at him.

Tom's review was coming to an end, and his eyelids did not move: "Yes?"

"……thanks."

Hearing that, Tom didn't care about the Death Eaters information anymore. He threw away the tombstone and looked up at him.

Harry lowered his eyes, his expression not the slightest bit joking.Tom thought about it for a moment. What did he do?

Oh...he said with a smile: "Really... I don't have any shame at all."

Harry froze for a moment, staring, the phrase "So you knew" swirled in his throat, and he almost couldn't throw it out.

In the end, the emotion was still there, and I suppressed it.

Instead, the complicated self-loathing dissipated completely.

Is it because of the ugly face?Harry thought suspiciously that Tom was too good-hearted today to be true.

"This method can only be used now." Tom with a good heart explained patiently, "The two souls are in a state of adhesion, and you can freely adjust the perspective components that are connected to you. After recovery, it will not work. So I said some Research is very suitable for the current state."

Harry nodded with half understanding, and Tom said again: "I'll give you a list of spells, go back and choose them, and every time you come here, learn them one by one in this way."

"Why... teach me this?" Harry asked with his head down. "Do you care about my magical power?"

"Don't you see?" said Tom rather carelessly, contrary to Harry's cautiousness, "it's the only way to do it now—it's not for nothing."

He even picked up the letter tombstone again, taking the opportunity to finish the last few pieces of information.

Harry: "..."

After the Muggle time passed, Tom returned to the experiment, Harry also had a new task list, and left with mixed feelings.

It wasn't until he left the igloo that Tom came to the window to see the back of the Savior crossing the chain trestle through the heavy wind and snow.The figure of the young man is like a bamboo joint, and he has elongated a little without noticing it, making him look a little thin overall.

In fact, he would also be curious about how much the boy can do if he really lets go.