The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Tom paused, with a vague expression, and finally pinched Harry's back neck and waist with his two hands.One controls the vitals, the other loses strength, as a silent warning——

Don't push him to be serious.

Harry flinched reflexively, but was not surprised by Tom's reaction.It is better to say that Tom, who has been hijacked obediently, is worthy of suspicion.

He clenched his teeth, clasped the snitch in his hand, and insisted silently, wanting to hold it until the last second.

Being able to seal him decisively like last time actually benefited from impulsiveness and a kind of fearlessness derived from ignorance.

Now, knowing exactly how the person in front of him would disappear without a trace, and hating him for a long time because of it, Harry couldn't shut up the Snitch so neatly and shut him back casually.

Added to this was a fear that was only realized later.

According to the diary and Harry's own experience, the Horcrux has the ability to share memory to a certain extent, but the ontology does not seem to get the memory of the Horcrux in turn.

But on the other hand, Harry also knew that Tom had undergone several rounds of horcrux transformations, and now no one except himself knew the degree of intercommunication between the horcruxes and the main body.

In Harry's eyes, even if it was only a part of the soul, there was no doubt that it was Tom himself.Maybe there are differences in personality and thinking, but it's impossible to be completely another person.

But is the locket really the same as the main body?

Harry was not without questions, but wasn't sure what kind of answer he was expecting.

If the main body and the locket share perception, he is actually very afraid that his undeveloped plan will completely fall short.But if they have no connection at all, and each other's memories and experiences are completely independent, then the thoughts and actions of the locket will undoubtedly follow the most original Dark Lord pattern-no affection for him-in this way, not only will he have nowhere to confide Lovesickness, on the contrary, is very likely to face the most difficult killing intent and hostility.

Yet the locket's behavior and reactions don't fit either guess.

As soon as he appeared, he showed outright jealousy, and Harry almost subconsciously continued the habit of getting along with the main body, until he unceremoniously pressed him down, deliberately speaking words that were different from the main body.

Harry immediately realized that the locket and the main body's will may be connected, but not integrated.

He didn't understand why the locket had to hint at this key point so clearly that he could pretend to be normal and use him... At that time, Harry didn't have time to think about it, and out of an uneasy and evasive mentality, he didn't dare to let the locket Shaking himself even more, he hurriedly tried to lock him back up.

I didn't expect to try it out.

This success temporarily eased Harry's worries.But as time went by, unexpected consequences gradually appeared.

Originally, I decided not to open the Snitch again, but the short communication that ended abruptly was like an unfinished song. Thousands of possibilities of mountains and rivers linger in my mind, echoing from time to time, endlessly, lingering.

Maybe he should finish the kiss, grab the bouquet, or even relieve him...

All the unfinished things to be continued are gathered into this long-planned unblocking.

Preset the scene, limit the range of the locket's appearance, stretch the limbs as much as possible to perceive the surrounding changes, so as to grasp his appearance position at the first time, and quickly capture and control it.

Relying on the first-mover advantage, everything went very smoothly.

But this state could not last long, Harry knew that the locket could retrieve the soul's body at any time.

As long as they leave the locker, in the open room, the soul entity of the locket can choose where to reappear at will.

In other words, as long as he wants to, Tom can get out of his deadlock at any time.

Harry pinched the Snitch's shell, reluctantly and forcefully forcing himself to close the crack.

But Tom didn't choose to disappear immediately to get rid of his control as he thought, but slowly increased the strength in his hand, pinching his body trembling slightly, a little unable to resist.

"Is this how you think of me?"

The tone of asking questions made Harry's heart sink slightly, but the movements of his hands were inexplicably slowed down.

The distance between the two was opened a little under this ebb and flow of power confrontation, and they could clearly see each other's expressions.

Tom was predictably gloomy, Harry's was less so.

The young savior endured the pain in the back of his neck and waist, but there was another sadness between his brows, which lightly brushed over Tom's tense nerves, causing him to frown and bow his head again unconsciously.

Facing those emerald green eyes that seemed to be a little wet, he inexplicably turned around and buried them in the messy hair beside his ears.

"Why bother, Harry..." he coaxed softly, "please."

Harry visibly shuddered.

"As long as you beg me...whatever you want, I can give it to you."

Harry felt the roots of his hair being disturbed by his breath, and the clamp on the back of his neck shifted to the back of his head. The light or heavy rubbing was like caress and punishment, causing a tingling sensation like an electric shock from time to time.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Harry controlled his voice to be calm enough: "...anything is fine?"

Tom narrowed his eyes, unable to tell whether he was encouraging or threatening: "Try it."

Harry looked at him for a moment, the lights flickering in his eyes, and finally said only, "Don't be mad at me..."

The palm of his hand closed the last crack with difficulty, and before the anger had time to flash across Tom's face, he filled it in a low voice.

"Please."

The next moment, the sense of oppression and the people on him disappeared without a trace.Harry was left slumped on the floor alone, savoring the remnants of desolation.

Maybe this time it can last a little longer, he thought hopelessly.

The Easter holiday is still going on, the spring breeze is blowing across the whole land, and the turf of the Quidditch pitch is sprouting a fresher green.Several college teams took turns training on the field, and the figures flying back and forth could be clearly seen from the window of the principal's office.

From time to time, Harry would look at those black figures whose faces could not be seen clearly, and think that he should be one of them, excited for the upcoming World Cup qualifiers at the end of the semester, instead of sitting in the dense pile of files, for Worry about renovating the venue and arranging equipment and manpower in advance.

He unconsciously picked up the golden snitch hanging on his chest, and pressed it to his lips with his fingers, as if he wanted to kiss it away, but he didn't want to actually touch it.

Ever since I put a gold chain on it and wore it around my neck, I have developed this habit unconsciously.Harry came back to his senses and felt that it was very dangerous, so he put it back into his collar and fell into the file at his desk.

Professor McGonagall was called to the principal's office, accompanied by Palis, Flitwick, and Sprout, including her, who happened to be the deans of the four colleges.

She looked at the young student sitting behind her desk - now the principal - in a daze.

"What's the matter, Headmaster Potter?"

The other deans were still a little embarrassed, but Palis was the only one who was very familiar with Harry as the headmaster, so he spoke first to break the silence.

Harry also seemed to feel uncomfortable. He glanced at Palis with some relief, and cleared his throat: "Professors, please come. First of all, I would like to thank everyone for their support."

The deans looked at each other, and Professor McGonagall sighed: "We should thank you, Potter...Principal. Without you, even if we don't want to let them go..." She glanced at Palis, restrained Concealing the content of the accusation and simply drawing a conclusion, "it is also powerless."

Harry looked away, nodded lightly, and changed the subject as if avoiding: "Then, I hope to discuss the arrangements for the World Cup qualifiers with you. I sorted out the file and found that this should be the most important event of this school year, and before I have never had the experience of hosting on campus."

McGonagall said, "Not bad."

"However, we have had similar large-scale events before. For example, the Triwizard Tournament two years ago. At that time, a large number of people from other schools also needed to be entertained. I think some experience can be borrowed?" Harry tried to propose.

"That's right." Mag actually smiled, "But that time, it was not so much our reception, it was better to say that we cooperated with two other schools. Their accommodation problem was solved by our own organization, and we only provided extra meals. and activity areas."

Obviously, the spectators who came for the World Cup qualifiers cannot solve the accommodation problem by themselves, and must be arranged by the school.

"Uh..." Harry recalled his experience in the fourth grade, "It's the same as in the World Cup. Can you set up a tent for everyone?"

"We need a venue, and funds to purchase a large number of magic tents." Palis reminded, "If you don't count the manpower for the arrangement."

Harry dug out a few account books that he had sorted out. To be honest, he had no experience in account management at all, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "As far as I know, the school's funds come from... the board of directors. ?”

It would be great if old Malfoy was here, he suddenly thought, that man must know everything about it.

"Mostly." McGonagall said, "There are also donations from the Ministry of Magic and various circles."

"Ministry of Magic?" Palis was a little surprised, "Why didn't I know they would give money?"

Several deans looked at Mag, and she seemed to be the only one who knew it best.

"Part of the education and welfare budget of the Ministry of Magic will be allocated to Hogwarts, which can only be used within the specified scope. Every year, personnel will come to conduct audits. There are many procedures, so they are often in arrears. As far as I know, this year's appropriation is in It didn’t arrive before the Special Committee took over.”

Palis: "No wonder."

Harry was dizzy and could only force himself to cheer up: "...What about donations from all walks of life?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at him: "In recent years, only Dumbledore subsidized the public out of his own pocket."

Palis seemed to know something, showing an unexpected smile.

Harry looked through the ledger helplessly, and managed to find out the balance.

"Is this money... enough?"

Professor Sprout and Flitwick looked at each other again, and could only watch as McGonagall and Palis estimated the number of tents and the total amount of daily expenses.

Finally, Palis said lightly: "Impossible."

Mag frowned: "We can find a way to save some expenses and reuse the vacant school building resources as much as possible..."

Palis: "If students are expected to leave school early during the holidays as in the past, I am afraid they will do the opposite this year. Not only that, but they may also have to receive their relatives and friends to enter the school early, taking up extra board and lodging resource……"

The discussion had almost turned into a one-on-one conversation between the two, and Harry was still trying to follow their train of thought, Professor Flitwick looked like he was about to curl up in his chair and fall asleep; a bird crawled out of Professor Sprout's robes Bowtruckle, she began to guide it back intently with her fingers...

"So, we still need at least a third of the budget, don't we?"

Hard work pays off, Harry caught the key words and tried to conclude.

Mag and Palis nodded successively, reaching a consensus.

"...Okay, I see. Thank you both." Harry took a deep breath and compromised, "I will find a way to solve it. For the rest of the personnel arrangement, I would like to ask the deans to summarize a plan for you as soon as possible. Me. I hope I can have a rough idea before school starts.”

Originally, all the professors were still on vacation, and even the headmaster should not assign tasks temporarily, but after finishing the file, Harry felt that this event would become the focus of attention from all walks of life in the Ministry of Magic. If he can handle it properly, it is very likely that Suppress a large part of the voices of opposition.

So he bit the bullet and called someone to discuss it, and he had to figure it out before school started.

Fortunately, everyone has no objection and is quite cooperative.The four deans completed the personnel plan of their own colleges in almost two days, and Professor McGonagall also made an additional school-wide mobilization plan including the four colleges and all faculty members.

From the plans of several people, it is obvious that the dean of Gryffindor is very familiar with the whole Hogwarts situation.Whether it is the current data or past experience, they are far more detailed and rich than the other three, and even guessed Harry's concerns, and specially summarized the key questions and answers that may face doubts, which is really reliable.

Based on Professor McGonagall's school-wide plan, Harry integrated the personnel plans of the other three schools, and finally completed a draft before the start of school.

Not long after he breathed a sigh of relief, Sirius contacted the fireplace in the principal's office and brought news of No. [-] Grace Street.

"Harry, that guy only recognizes you." Sirius's head said in the flames, "I've explained it to him countless times, but Farley, a brat, still refuses to believe me and is very stubborn. He must see you with his own eyes .”

"Then..." Harry was a little embarrassed.

Juno Farley, the passerby he saved outside the safe tree house, left a mechanism for help in the holly wand.Harry had wanted to rescue him a long time ago, but was overwhelmed by successive accidents.Fortunately, Sirius was found, so he was able to ask him to go to the rescue, and by the way, obtain the evidence of the truth mentioned by Yuno in the distress message.

Unexpectedly, the other party insisted on seeing him.

Seeing that the holiday was already the last day, and officials from the Ministry of Magic would come to inspect the school early tomorrow morning, it would be difficult for Harry to leave Hogwarts at this juncture.

"But today I finally watched until his shrewd sister left. He sneaked in and tampered with the fireplace passage. Now the Farley kid is next to me, but he doesn't believe me, so he doesn't want to enter the Floo flame."

Speaking of this, he couldn't hold back a low curse, and quickly resumed his usual routine.

"You write down this passage according to the spell I said. I will cut it off and connect it later. Let him see it."

Harry didn't expect Sirius to directly provide such a convenient method, so he quickly wrote down the spell, and reversed the connection according to the words.

Looking at the blazing fire in the fireplace, he suddenly felt a little guilty. The spell just now was correct, right?What if... He grabbed the golden snitch on his chest and abruptly turned his thoughts.

If only... Hermione was here.

Then he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, burying his whole head in the flames.