The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Snape didn't quite know how he escaped.

The house-elf suddenly appeared and took him away.

Apparently someone secretly ordered.

The only ones who could give orders in the castle were the two kissing in front of his eyes.

Thinking about it, it's really scary.

If it was the Dark Lord... was it really possible to spare him?Why is there any need to avoid Potter... How long and to what extent can this kind of hypocrisy be maintained?

If it's Potter, is his fascination and indifference all a disguise?That kid can do this to the extent that he even deceived the Dark Lord?

Before he could continue his terror, the house-elf reappeared and led him to a familiar dungeon.

There was no light, no sound.

...Very well, now he can be sure that the Dark Lord's handwriting is correct.

"Okay...come back and settle accounts with him."

A few floors up, Tom let go of Harry, speaking indulgently.

"However, you're just a traitor. It's outrageous that you sent him to the guest room."

Harry tightened his fingers at the front of his shirt, seeing him call home to raise elves, casually ordering people to be locked up in the dungeon...there was no sound from the beginning to the end.

"Don't be too nice to him, Harry."

Tom's voice was soft, and he let him pinch the front of his shirt, almost touching his cheek, threatening to speak like love words.

"The better he lives now, the worse he will be when I come back."

Harry lowered his head, slowly pulling him closer, his throat rolling, restrained and suppressed.

...I really don't want to let you go.

The inner voice speaks through the soul connection.

Tom obviously paused, not expecting such a sentence.

"... Let it go?" He murmured subtly.

Harry was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I will follow you, and do everything I can... Turn on the castle's largest range of apparition defenses, hold you in my arms, ride a broomstick if I can't hold you, and use the jumping spell Lock you... Our souls are connected, you must not relax for a moment to completely get rid of me."

The back of his neck was lightly pinched by the cold touch, Harry let the goosebumps spread out along those fingers, and only lowered his eyes to listen to Tom's intriguing voice: "Don't relax for a moment... It's not difficult, Harry. For me .”

Harry didn't contradict, he knew he was telling the truth.

But he still needs to resist the urge to bite.

"Still... still fresh... interesting courage," Tom said, laughing. "I'm afraid no one but you would dare to... threaten me like that."

Harry managed to control his impulse and looked up at him: "Don't regret it... let them fall into my hands."

Tom still had a smile on his lips, but the light and shadow under his eyelashes were uncertain.

"Play as you please, Harry."

……

Tin Tower Wine Castle soon welcomed a few familiar Death Eaters, who gathered in front of the moat outside the castle, watching the magnificent ancient building, hesitant to move forward.

The green vines on the outer wall still have unmelted broken snow, but the cold wind around the body already reveals the feeling of spring.

Among the black-robed and silver-faced wizards whispering to each other, only a young Death Eater with blond hair and back turned to the east and glanced at the rising sun in the distance.

The brown-haired witch who had finished talking on the side tugged at his sleeve and gave him a look.

time to go.

"...That's just our speculation. The Dark Mark is just a burning pain, not necessarily a summoning."

"Anyway, even if there is no further instruction, can we still ignore it?"

"Also, it's all here..."

Hearing the complaints from the person in front, Hermione pressed down her hair that was blown by the wind, and took advantage of the opportunity to hug the whispers of the two.

"Draco, what do you think?"

The blond wizard was startled, his eyes drifted into the wind along his hair.

"I don't know... Even if your wish comes true, I can't like Harry Potter."

Putting this word today, there is a great risk.

He already knew the true relationship between Potter and the Dark Lord, and he didn't know how to show hostility. He might be convicted or give people unnecessary excuses.

Hermione gave a look of disapproval, and Draco knew it without looking, but the situation in front of them left them no time and no desire to argue further.

The sparkling water of the moat swayed them into the castle. The side door on the first floor was already open, and the dark and eerie aura inside was crawling out with claws and claws, and they could faintly feel danger from a few steps away.

The conversation gradually died away, only the undercurrents of eyes wandering among the Death Eaters.

Compared with the overcrowding last time, stepping into the first lounge again, there are only a few candles of different heights floating faintly in the mid-air of the morning light, deeply and shallowly covering the silent and empty room.

Just when everyone thought the old things were about to repeat itself, with a bang, Willie, the house elf who had never appeared in front of them, appeared.

Grabbing her wrinkled ears, Wei Li's copper-bell-sized eyes were full of excited tears, and said sobbingly: "Master... Great... No, Wei Li wants to talk less...Master, please respect... Guests, please, go to the black hall."

With a snap of her fingers, Wei Li disappeared in place, and at the same time, the door of the lounge opened slowly.

At the end of the black hall, a ray of sky light fell on the high platform exclusive to the Dark Lord, and the slender figure familiar to the Savior was already waiting there.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and many suspicions and suspicions arose silently, but no one made a sound.

Different from the spring meeting, today's people are all core Death Eaters, the staff is streamlined, and everyone has a plan in mind.After the shock, they quickly restrained their discoloration, filed out in twos and threes, and gathered in the hall with normal expressions.

But each of them divided up the camps, looked at the savior on the high platform openly or secretly, and kept silent, as if waiting for an opportunity to examine a reckless magical creature, and secretly conceived the name of capture.

"Harry."

The first to break the silence was Hermione.

"The Dark Mark has changed. The pain and burning lasted for nearly half a minute, which usually means that the Dark Lord has something to announce, but no one has received instructions for further summons, so everyone has come to wait for orders... You are on it this time, To represent the Dark Lord, too?"

Harry has maintained an indiscriminate silence, allowing all parties to pry.

Hearing this, he lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Hermione, and greeted in a low voice: "Hermione, I forgot to say hello to you last time, can you forgive me?"

Hermione was slightly stunned, "Of, of course..."

"Thank you." Harry smiled, not too bright, but gentle enough, "And this time, No.1 who took the initiative to report to me. Thank you too."

Hermione said blankly: "You're welcome..."

Harry turned to the people with different expressions, skipped the greetings, and said casually, "Do you all remember the ban on me?"

No one answered.

But from their breathless expressions, Harry already knew the answer.

How could it be forgotten.

Forbidding the persecution of Potter - the culprit of their greatest failure, an enemy marked by the Dark Lord himself - such a paradoxical prohibition, enforced to this day with no sign of ending, is impressive.

"Right now, there is only one instruction from the Dark Lord." Harry paused, then said calmly, "The ban has been escalated—from now on, I will designate myself as Headmaster of Hogwarts, and at the same time, within this scope, Death Eater Disobedience to Potter is forbidden."

Facing the dead silence where a needle could be heard, Harry unhurriedly glanced at the frozen expressions on their faces, as if seeing the dumbfounded hearts under the human skin masks.

Tom really knew them, Harry thought, and he had even thought out his opening words at this moment.

"This time, I have a lot of time," he said softly, "Do you have any questions?"

After a long time, the first person stood up and questioned.

"Mr. Potter," said the young Death Eater with the green eyes and curly black hair that resembled Harry, "where did we start with naming the Headmaster? We, even the Lord Dark Lord, did not Hogwarts found that magical contract."

"Mr. Fernando," Harry had a good impression of him, deliberately calling out his name, "I have been transferred from Principal Dumbledore, and now I have the right to name him."

Feng Nando's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled politely: "There is no evidence for what you say."

Harry suppressed his uneasiness, and said bluntly, "The Sorting Hat can testify. Do you have any?"

Rebel Army.

It's a pity that everyone present was an old fox, and their eyes quickly focused on a few Hogwarts personnel.

Malfoy, Nott, and Paris, who holds an important teaching position.Even Draco and Hermione, who were only students, received some attention gifts.

"Malfoy, I think the school board has the right to borrow the school's public resources." Gagson said, pinching his mustache, "otherwise, please trouble your house elf to go."

Lucius raised his chin and didn't buy it: "Now that the special committee controls the school, I can't make the decision alone."

The Special Committee is the Interim Headmaster's Special Committee, which currently replaces the headmaster's functions and is composed of the three most senior Death Eaters in the school.He intentionally dragged the other two into the water, causing trouble to come to the east.

Nott hunched over, looking at people from under his eyelids.

"Then you mean to give up calling the shots?"

Malfoy didn't expect that instead of shirking, he took the opportunity to seize power. Although he couldn't figure out the way, he still instinctively diverted his firepower: "Paris is the one who is really in charge of the school, and he knows the most. It’s better than the two of us getting in halfway.”

One sentence incidentally kicked Nott out.

Palis was tired of hearing this, and simply said: "The sorting hat is in my hands, so it is not a problem to get it. But why should we argue about this? We are all witnesses of that battle, and we saw with our own eyes how the master forced Deng Bullido gave up the right to name, and pretended not to know when?"

The conversation turned around and turned back to Harry.

"You said that you want to be the principal, is it your own idea, or the master's intention?"

This is the point of the question.The core Death Eaters were all very concerned, like livestock with an open gate, gathered in front of an empty gate, and still needed a nod from their masters before they dared to come out in full force.

Knowing that he couldn't be vague like before, Harry looked sideways at a candle floating by the stairs.

"It's my idea."

He swallowed, and his voice sank.

"But you can't resist."

There was still silence, but Harry clearly felt different from the previous two times.

Changes and storms are brewing in depression.

If thinking had a voice, it would be full of voices now.

The curse light suddenly rose, and the crimson ray hit Harry directly.

Hermione stood up abruptly, and stretched out her wand first, and set up a shield in front of Harry to intercept it.It's a pity that I was half a step late, and only cut off the second half. I turned my head hastily, but saw that the holly wood wand was already in place, and the tip of the wand neatly crossed the fan-shaped arc, absorbing the red light and dissolving it without a trace.

"Curse falls and chases out."

Harry still recited the spell, but there was no trace of panic in his condescending expression. His eyes were sharply fixed on the perpetrator in the crowd, but he didn't say a word, but he seemed full of intimidation.

All the experienced veterans off the field, after this change, also pulled out their wands one after another, and separated the corners of the hall for the camp, exposing the attackers, but they did not face each other with their wands, but vaguely pointed at Harry, which was obviously more in line with Harry. The attackers are in company.

Standing upright at the end of Harry's gaze, Fernando raised his head and smiled, the wand in his hand did not withdraw at all. Although it was a situation of up and down, he did not fall into a disadvantage. The tip of the wand was fine-tuned, and another spell was unscrupulously directed at the high platform.

"Polly Fernando!"

Hermione, who had been prepared for a long time, blocked the attack with a powerful magic, and shouted in a stern voice.

"Do you want to disobey the Dark Lord's prohibition!"

Fonnando, together with the Death Eaters who were staring at him all around, turned his eyes to her, with a hint of contempt in his hypocritical smile: "Do you really think you are also a member of the Death Eaters, Granger?"

Hermione had long since been immune to their cynicism, and replied with unfaltering contempt: "Why didn't you ask this when the Dark Lord announced it, Fernando?"

Feng Nando sneered, looked away, and didn't bother to say more.

He doesn't speak, someone speaks for him.

"You don't have a place to talk here..."

Yaxley raised his eyebrows in disdain, revealing the wrinkles on his forehead.

Before he finished speaking, the nearby fireplace suddenly burst into black flames, and the ejected sparks almost landed on his face.

Yaxley staggered and took a quick step back, looking at the savior on the high platform in horror and anger.

"If you want to gossip, please leave." Harry was so polite as to be indifferent, "Including you, Mr. Fernando."

"Okay, okay." Gagson came out to smooth things over at this time, and said kindly on the surface, "What we should pay attention to is the master's prohibition. Mr. Potter, regardless of your naming rights, let us believe that this so-called Is there any evidence for the escalation of the ban? Even the most trusted person of the Dark Lord, we can’t just let us believe what we say, right? Otherwise, you can let you use the name of the master for everything in the future..."

Finally got to the point, Harry sighed inwardly, and even felt that Tom himself was straightforward and candid compared to the twists and turns of these old Slytherins.

Shaking his head slightly to shake off this ridiculous illusion, Harry spoke another language.

[Come out, Nagini. 】

The big boa constrictor crawling from the darkness hooked its arms along Harry's legs, let him caress the head of the three-cornered snake, and showed two vicious fangs at the familiar faces showing fear underneath.

[It's overdue, Harry. 】

Only Harry could hear the triumph in her voice.

[What nonsense are you talking to them about. 】

The hissing sound was like a horrible curse, freezing all the Death Eaters present in place, staring fixedly at the savior and the Dark Lord's favorite pet on the stage, even if they couldn't understand anything, they could still feel the flow Intimacy and familiarity in casual touch.

The doubts entrenched in many people's minds were replaced by tremors, and the testimony of any witnesses is not as clear as the intuitive scene in front of them.

Harry Potter really has a lot to do with the Dark Lord.

Now, even the so-called ban itself is not important. This fact impacts all their cognition, crushing the last straw of doubt with merciless force.

Finally someone shouted: "This is impossible!"

Harry and Nagini looked at Fernando's unbelievable young face at the same time, and the hissing sound seemed to have not stopped. The big snake suddenly raised its body, flew out through Harry's shoulder, and directly hit Fernando's face .

Harry hissed, and Nagini's two fangs flashed past Fonnando's eyes, and finally closed in his mouth, with the snake's body firmly encircling his neck.

[You are one of the most nonsense. 】Nagini threatened in front of his eyes, 【Dare to do something, it's too much, Tom doesn't want to part with it.Next time I will eat you. 】

Although the words were childish, the language gap allowed her threat to be accurately conveyed to Feng Nando's pale face.

The old Death Eaters have seen such a scene countless times, the precursor of the big snake eating a feast, and usually the next second is the death scene of the fangs embedded in the artery.

In a critical moment, none of the veteran Death Eaters in the audience dared to help.

Even watching the nose and the nose and the heart, reflexively not even daring to look more.

Hermione turned her gaze to the ground unbearably, only Draco, who had been gloomy and silent, noticed that Harry on the stage glanced up with a strange expression. He seemed to have returned to a previous meeting in an instant, following the same path Feeling looked up to the railing on the second floor.

Then the whole person froze.

In the cracks of the railings in the dim light and shadow, half of a burned-out, reddened and scorched human face almost blended into the dark background.

Under the shadow of the hood, only a pair of scarlet eyes were particularly bright. The moment he watched, he noticed that the Dark Mark was burning fiercely along the line of sight of killing intent.

He covered his arms and knelt down on the ground, dripping with cold sweat, which attracted the already sensitive crowd.

"Potter... is telling the truth..."

he murmured.He didn't notice Hermione who knelt down next to him and asked about his condition.

"Master... um..."

As soon as he got up, the Dark Mark burned more cruelly, he bit his mouth immediately, swallowed all the words, and only babbled a conclusion.

"Listen to him... listen to him..."