The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

A few guesses flashed through Hermione's mind.

Does Ron know?If yes, when did Dumbledore contact him?If not, why did the golden snitch appear in Harry's bedroom?

But Ron had already buried his head in the drumstick.Hermione had no choice but to put away the Golden Snitch, and began to eat without taste.

Soon, the prefects of each college received an important notice——

At dinner time, all the students are gathered in the auditorium in advance, and the special committee has a major decision to announce.

That night, as soon as Hermione entered the auditorium, she was surrounded by loud noises and similar problems everywhere.

"What's the matter?"

"All the special committee members are here, what's going on?"

"Why is the principal's position vacant?"

"Slytherin must know something..."

"Shh! Don't mention them causing trouble."

She looked at the staff table, and Nott and old Malfoy, who rarely came to school on weekdays, appeared, sitting on the left and right next to the empty principal's seat in the middle.On the other side of Nott sat the substitute teachers he had recommended—the Death Eaters Carroll brothers and sisters; on the other side of old Malfoy sat the remaining member of the special committee—promoted to be the head of Slytherin Palis.

All the Death Eaters came... Her gaze turned to the Slytherin table unconsciously. The light golden head was very easy to catch, but unexpectedly, the other party's gray eyes met hers across the air.

As if being burned, Draco quickly looked away, pretending to be innocent and forcefully joined the conversation that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Hermione looked away distractedly and forced herself to pull herself together, something big was about to happen.

Things happened without warning.

I don't know who was the first to notice it, like a wave from far to near, the exclamation of the crowd pushed all the way from the auditorium door to the teaching desk——

Follow Harry into the hall without looking sideways.

"It's Potter?!"

"He is back!"

"Why did you choose today? I haven't heard any news!"

"Did Dumbledore send him?"

Compared to the other houses in the Fryer, Slytherin seemed much quieter.

The lower grades looked at the seniors, and the seniors looked at Draco and other prominent figures.On their faces, rather than pure surprise or dissatisfaction, it is more of a cautious wait and see that has been prepared.Affected the whole long table a little afraid of making a fuss.

Harry walked quickly and steadily, and before the uproar was completely ignited, he walked around behind several professors and sat in the only vacant seat in the center.

Now everyone noticed.

He pulled away the chair, calmed down his rapid heartbeat in secret, stood in front of the table, and used his wand to his throat loudly.

"Everyone, good evening."

The young man's clear voice resounded through the auditorium, gradually suppressing the mixed discussions.

"Today, I returned to school because I inherited Dumbledore's right to name the headmaster, and I came here to appoint the official successor headmaster."

Holding the Sorting Hat in his hand, he placed it on the empty table in front of him.

The sorting hat cracked a gap, opened one by one and said: "It's like this, the Hogwarts castle contract has been terminated. Next, a special qualified person needs to propose a successor candidate. After my witness and handover, Carry out the re-contract of the castle. The nomination qualification, Dumbledore handed it over to Harry Potter, the young man behind me."

"Okay, thanks for the explanation."

Before everyone could digest the news, Harry said quickly.

"Then I officially announce that I, Harry Potter, will be the next Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

After the words were settled, the Sorting Hat trembled, and the tattered shape glowed white, suddenly brightened and then disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the castle seemed to vibrate slightly. The magic sky on the dome was suddenly clear, and a round of high sun hung in the center.

I don't know who started to clap their hands, as if reminding the people around, it was like a prairie fire, and finally all the teachers and students in the auditorium applauded in a trance.

Harry was also stunned for a moment, not knowing how to end it, so he had to bow before the applause stopped.

Then someone who woke up questioned: "Mr. Potter, let's stop the farce. Don't forget that you haven't graduated from Hogwarts yet, how can you be the headmaster?"

It was Nott sitting next to him.

The students who applauded just now also recalled it.

The things in front of them are too surreal. Many people have the illusion of dreaming, and it is difficult to connect reality.Now that Notorie broke it, they regained a sense of reality and started discussing with the people around them in whispers.

"What you said is very reasonable, Mr. Nott." Harry admitted without hesitation, "Compared with previous principals, my qualifications are really nothing. But I think the real problem is not the identity of the students." You seem to have been on the school committee for a short time, do you know the Slytherin head before Professor Everheart at the beginning of this term?"

When it comes to the Dark Lord, veteran Death Eaters are not afraid, and Nott is no exception, his expression froze immediately.

Harry smiled slightly: "Professor Riddle's identity as headmaster of Slytherin is not only a student, but also a memory that is far inferior to his own strength. Compared with this, I am here as the headmaster. Not that special, is it?"

The corner of Nott's mouth twitched. He knew that Potter was full of nonsense, and the two were incomparable, but he dared not say a word of the truth. He was really aggrieved.

You must know that Potter's matter is small, but the Dark Lord's plan is really a major event.

Although Nott suffered from being dumb, the doubts are real.The whispered discussions in the audience never stopped.

"...Although...but...Professor Riddell is very knowledgeable...even when he was a student, he surpassed us..."

"...Potter's grades are not as good as mine... Is it too crazy? Is Hogwarts really all right..."

"...But, the headmaster doesn't need to teach...he can take care of those Sly..."

"Since," Harry said loudly again, suppressing the hum of the audience, "some people think that I am not qualified, let those who are qualified decide. It just so happens that the members of the special committee replacing the headmaster are all Here—Professor Everheart, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Nott, you minority obey the majority, vote to decide, how about it?"

As soon as this remark came out, the off-court reaction was completely different.

The atmosphere in Slytherin instantly became relaxed, showing a false attitude of being obedient; the other students from the third courtyard who had been muttering were greatly annoyed.

They have been bullied by Slytherin for a long time, how could they not understand that the special committee is behind this.

After all, Harry was obviously at odds with the Special Committee, and he was his classmate. He was usually friendly, and seeing the possibility of balancing or even replacing the existence of the Special Committee, in the end, it fell back to their hands for adjudication. How could it pass? ?If I had known earlier, I should have given great support!

Harry was still exchanging glances with Lucius and Palis, and suddenly heard someone shouting: "No, I support Potter!"

Immediately followed by a large group: "Me too!" "I support Potter too!" "We all support Potter!"

Gryffindor even urgently organized a bullshit slogan: "Potter Potter! The headmaster is Potter!"

Harry was dumbfounded, and his eyes moved to the audience.

Lucius and Palis turned to Nott without a trace.

The Slytherin students who were watching the play couldn't sit still.Crabbe and Goyle stood up, intending to intimidate the students. The few people on the Ravenclaw table next door shrunk their necks reflexively and dared not make a sound, but Draco Pulling them back to the seat one by one.

"Stay calm." He warned, ignoring everyone's puzzled and dissatisfied expressions, and staring at Harry on the stage complicatedly.

Seeing this, Ravenclaw spread the news, pulling Hufflepuff to keep up with the momentum of Gryffindor. He opened his mouth and roared: "Except Potter! Who else!"

"Potter Potter! Headmaster Potter!" Hufflepuff followed suit.

Gryffindor's voice rose even higher: "Potter Potter! The headmaster is Potter!"

……

This time, the three of Nott, who were busy eyeing each other, had to turn to the noisy monkey children.

Palis pretended to hold back his laughter and said, "Then I have no choice but to follow the public opinion."

Nott came over coldly, Palis shrugged with a face full of nothing to do with me, and transferred the conflict to Lucius.

"It's your turn, Mr. Malfoy."

"...Hehe." Lucius gave him a gloomy look, and said with a half-smile, "Malfoy shouldn't be the first bird. Just make a suggestion."

"You..." Nott was angry, "Why didn't you agree with me? I object!"

Lucius gave him a cool look: "I'm sorry for speaking too slowly."

Harry sat among them, naturally paying attention to the conversation, and quickly concluded at this point: "Then, the decision of the three has been made, and I will explain to everyone-"

Before Nott had another chance to see the doubts, Harry quickly announced the voting results with a loud spell, officially declaring:

"Headmaster of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, hereby appointed!"

This time, the applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

The first thing you do when you become a headmaster is not to vigorously announce a dozen new school rules to abolish the hegemony of Slytherin, nor to criticize the syllabus of teachers in various subjects for excessively torturing students, but to... learn Open the door to the principal's office.

"Dumbledore has arranged many difficult defensive magics. The key doesn't work. Only a special high-level magic can be cracked. We haven't found a solution to crack it once and for all..."

Halfway through Palis' dutiful explanation, he saw Harry try an "alahoo opening" casually, and the door lock unlocked with a click.

The two stared at each other.

Harry: "I think... maybe it has something to do with my contract as the headmaster?"

Palis: "...that's fine."

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, Harry saw the familiar silver bookshelves scattered on the ground, seriously damaged, and a mess everywhere.

Palis said: "So we don't recommend you use this office. Although it is the real principal's office, Dumbledore has not officially handed it over to you. The magic left behind is very stubborn. After fighting the master, we have tried various spells. There's no way..."

Harry: "It's back to normal."

Tables, chairs and sofas began to return to their positions like a movie played backwards. The scattered silverware floated up from the ground and fell back to the high and low shelves in a whirl.

Palis: "..."

Harry: "...Probably, I made a contract with the principal..."

"Okay, it seems we're overthinking." Palis rolled his eyes, "You can continue to use this office."

After finishing speaking, Palis turned his head to leave in a bad mood, and Harry hurriedly stopped him.

"address……"

Palis pointed to the back of the bookshelf: "There is a living room inside."

"Ah, but, I want to see the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, the living room there..." Harry hesitated to speak, and asked awkwardly, "Yes, is anyone using it?"

Palis gave him a strange look: "Who dares?"

Harry: "Uh..."

"It's not like you haven't been there before," Palis said briefly, obviously not wanting to talk too much, "The master hasn't said he's retiring yet, it belongs to the master's territory, and it's forbidden to enter, let alone use...you can go there yourself, I don't Accompany."

"……Thank you, I've now understood."

After sending Paris away, Harry collapsed on the restored sofa, looking at the wisps of smoke above, thinking of Tom, the principal, and Sirius who was acting for him, and slowly fell into a coma. dream.

As soon as the news of the new official headmaster of Hogwarts came out, the entire wizarding world was shocked.

The newspapers lamented Harry's arrogance, Dumbledore's absurd acts, and the special committee's recklessness and incompetence. It is simply ridiculous to make the fantasy of a student serving as the principal a reality.

All the streets and alleys of the wizarding world were talking about this joke-like news. Owls from parents and various forces bombarded the auditorium for a week, but the teachers and students of Hogwarts expressed their emotional stability and accepted it well.

Without him, I really thank my colleagues for their support.

Compared with the arbitrariness of the special committee before, after Harry took over as the principal, he didn't do much else. He just patrolled the campus day and night. When he saw someone arguing and quarreling, he took action to stop them. Both schools deducted points. Those involved were fined and confinement.

And Harry's confinement is very simple. When he patrols, he follows behind and recites the school rules a hundred times to achieve the effect of brainwashing himself and all the students he passes by.

"I never thought that one day you would be able to know all about our school rules." Hermione couldn't help complaining when she pulled him out to talk.

Harry habitually scanned the pasture outside the window, and he had already developed his eyesight to detect the signs of fights at any time. Hearing this, he was very helpless: "I didn't even think about it myself... To be honest, after reading it carefully, there are actually many of them that are quite interesting." Reasonable, it is very effective in maintaining a fair and friendly environment on campus..."

Hermione chuckled: "To be honest, Slytherin has been very dissatisfied with you recently, and Draco is becoming more and more lazy...I'm afraid someone is already planning an action. Pay attention, if something happens , contact the patron saint at any time, and I will be your helper."

Harry nodded in relief: "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall always shows up when I'm on patrol, helping me deal with the senior Slytherins."

"That's good. They still don't know your situation, and they have concerns. Once they find out and the Dark Lord's whereabouts are unknown, you will be really in danger."

Harry nodded, indicating that he had made a note of it.Hermione finally took a gift box out of her pocket and handed it to Harry.

"...Is this?" Harry was stunned and thought for a while, "An Easter gift?"

But it's not here yet...

Hermione gave him a blank look: "Look at me."

The Legilimency emptied Harry's brain and made him react, which in turn entered Hermione's.

——The secret weapon left to you by Dumbledore.

With a start, Harry withdrew from Hermione's mind.

Hermione smiled at him knowingly: "I found it by accident. It happens to be a week away, so I wish you a happy Easter in advance."

Before that, however, life was getting harder for Harry.

The upcoming Easter holiday makes the excitement of all the students in the school overflowing. They play and play everywhere, and some jokes go too far and make friends cry, which makes Harry a false alarm. They were found by the college professors together with their parents and students; and the students who damaged the school's public property because of their excitement couldn't be caught, and they were caught by Filch to repair them one by one, plus the upcoming Hogsmeade Week he To be in charge of the guardian magic of the open campus...

Harry had never realized how annoying he was as a student, and now he felt that Dumbledore was dealing with such trivial matters and smiling all day long, which was the pinnacle of good-naturedness.

Now he didn't find it fun to violate school rules at all, and even Filch, who was looking fierce, became more attractive.How had he not found the keykeeper to be such a useful helper before?Hagrid who always caused classroom accidents instead... Hagrid...

He sighed, Hagrid didn't know if he had heard some news, he was not willing to talk to him, but still supported him in action, making Harry at a loss as to what to do.

These are not real annoyances.

What's terrible is that Harry's arbitrary behavior of taking over as the headmaster himself began to receive real pressure from all walks of life.

The first is interview applications from several mainstream media.Harry already planned to conduct an open and transparent interview, but choosing the timing and object is very important. He hasn't waited for the results of Sirius' actions. Now is not a good time, so he can only delay it again and again.

Secondly, the director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic issued an administrative order. Because of concerns about the ability of the new headmaster, officials from the Ministry of Magic and representatives of the Quidditch Committee will be sent to Hogwarts for an emergency inspection.

Finally there is immediate resistance from the Death Eaters.The Carlo brothers and sisters introduced by Nott still blatantly discriminated against students of Muggle descent in class. Even if Harry came to patrol, they were indifferent, and even ridiculed his origin.Speaking of his parents, Harry almost couldn't help fighting them.

Because of this, Nott and Carlo brothers and sisters have been secretly spying on his relationship with Tom.Sirius also sent news that the forces of the Death Eaters seem to be searching for some information recently, which may be related to Voldemort's whereabouts.

... However, all the desperation is not as good as being helpless about one thing.

Harry entered the dark corridor, walked skillfully to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, and whispered softly: [Good evening, little girl. 】

The little snake engraved on the door lock hissed and greeted him.

[Hee hee, Happy Easter.I've heard it, and it's been this voice lately. 】

Harry smiled kindly: [Happy Easter.Smart girl. 】

So Garter Snake happily opened the door for him, and locked it tightly after Harry entered.

Entering the familiar room, the wind blowing outside the window made Harry feel a bit of spring chill, and he remembered that he had opened the window to ventilate in the morning.

He sighed helplessly, feeling tired, and took out the secret weapon that Hermione had forwarded from his pocket, but he still couldn't do anything about its effect, and had to drive to close the window.

He observed this Snitch for the one hundred and one first time, its wings swayed feebly, the breeze outside the window seemed to blow it off, it could be seen that it was very old.Harry had even recognized it as the Snitch he had caught for the first time. He tried all kinds of biting and scratching, but nothing changed.

The same is true today.

Maybe he should really find a way to sneak into Malfoy Manor and ask Dumbledore himself.

After closing the window, he habitually sat on the office chair beside him, but he was caught by something ahead of time, and fell into a pile of presents and flowers that suddenly appeared.

"Ying, fluorescent lights..."

This is the end of being too lazy to turn on the light. He randomly grabbed a greeting card floating out of the flowers, and it was written on it——

Dear greatest and handsome Headmaster Potter,

Happy Easter to you!

A lovely third-year Gryffindor girl named Hyman, who asked not to be named

... Isn't it Easter, why send flowers?

Grabbed a few more, some said "Love you" and "The best Mr. Potter", some wrote "My idol" and "Harry come on", and what's more, one was cut from a gift box On the card that came down, the signature of "Honorable Member of the Potter Cult" was written in a creepy way.

This, where is this... When did it happen?

Harry was stunned by the sudden affection, but his nose suddenly felt sore.

"...Ah Choo!"

The strong smell of flowers and perfume began to take hold, and Harry found himself, tragically, having to get up and reopen the window he had just closed.

The night wind blew away the rich aroma, Harry looked back at the flowers and gifts piled up on the ground, there was not even a place to sit.

"... Alas." I had to turn on the light and tidy up slowly.

The snitch was holding tightly in his hand and didn't want to let it go casually, so Harry put it in his mouth and bent down to hug the mountain of gifts on the chair.

Suddenly feeling something, he spit out the Snitch, put it in his hand, and suddenly saw a crack in the metal shell, splitting into two halves, revealing the jewelry inside.

It turned out to be a very familiar locket.

In Hepzibah's house-elf memory, the Slytherin locket that was later made into a Horcrux!

Harry felt a palpitation, and his scar itched slightly for no apparent reason.

There seemed to be a cool wind blowing behind him, he turned sideways instinctively, and saw a silent figure standing by the window.

A slender black suit, thick black hair, slightly sunken pale cheeks, deep eyebrows and eyes shrouded in the shadow of the light, only a gleam of light in the depths of the eyes.

Couldn't be more familiar.

"...Tom."

The other party's shadow enveloped him, and he obviously didn't say a word, but Harry swallowed his saliva with shock in his eyes, feeling unspeakably nervous.

Just being pushed down like that lightly, and sitting in the pile of gifts without warning.

Tom leaned down to examine him, and with Harry's familiarity with him, he could already tell that his present appearance did not belong to the school days of the diary or the crown, nor did it resemble the youth after the resurrection.

His figure was almost the same as before, but his face was still a little thinner. Under the calm and quiet mask, there was a kind of youthful arrogance, which should be the age group he had never gotten along with.

Suddenly, Tom raised his hand to Harry's head.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Harry dodged subconsciously, only to find that the hand brushed past him and pulled out a rose from the mountain of gifts.

He held the delicate petals in his nose and sniffed them lightly. He was obviously expressionless, but Harry could clearly see a trace of anger.

"...Is this the flower you've always wanted to receive?"

He raised his eyes from the rose and asked casually.

"are you happy?"