The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The basement of Malfoy Manor.

Dumbledore sat by a slightly crude table, the only light source in the dark and damp concrete cage was a residual candle filled with wax stuck to the edge of the table.

In front of the table is a row of temporary iron fences, as part of the manor, protected by defensive magic.

Malfoy had locked him in with no intention of letting him go, so there wasn't even a door on the fence.

Luckily there are some old clutter in the basement.Dumbledore took out two quills and a dry ink bottle, and refilled the water. Although the handwriting was a little thin, there was something to pass the time.

Different people would come to deliver meals every day, and when it was Draco's turn, Dumbledore was a little surprised.

But what was even more unexpected was Hermione who appeared silently afterwards.

The long candle wick pointed upwards obliquely, catching the quiet candlelight, barely able to illuminate half of the tabletop.

Dumbledore looked very calm, only stared at the direction Hermione was leaving for a while, unconsciously picked up the quill with his right hand, glanced at the half-written content on the paper, and seemed to be thinking about the next text.

Suddenly, something extra appeared in the scattered candlelight. He paused his pen, and immediately raised his eyes to look at the table.

It was a small flame suspended in the air.

At first glance, I thought it was the candle flames flying up, faintly floating in mid-air, coming from nowhere, like a light butterfly fluttering into the heart of the flame of a remnant candle.

In the seemingly inadvertent scene, Dumbledore noticed something, his body moved slightly, and he wanted to retreat.

Sorry to be late.

The moment the flame touched the candle flame, the two weak flames instantly coalesced into a monstrous flame that engulfed the entire desktop!

The soaring flames completely submerged the entire table and his arm that was too late to retreat!

Dumbledore was only stunned for a moment before regaining his composure.

Because the menacing flames in front of him were not burning.

The flame that suddenly broke in is a very popular holiday decoration flame recently.The Spark Curse is activated without any actual burning, it is purely a magical visual effect.

The same is true of this seemingly terrifying clump of flames.

That's why he let down his vigilance and failed to notice it earlier.

Dumbledore withdrew his unscathed arm and turned to look at the wall behind him.

"...Tom."

The shadows that could not be touched by candlelight are now fully illuminated by the scorching decorative flames.The wizard in black robe leaned against the wall, the red eyes under the hood reflected the bright firelight.

Even if he was called by his name, he didn't respond much, but frowned instinctively and looked at Dumbledore from above.

When did he appear and how long was he there?

Dumbledore, who had his wand taken away, was seriously injured and cursed, has no way of knowing.

But after that battle, he didn't expect to meet again, and the other party could be so calm.

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore decided to take the initiative to probe.

"You look different again."

The red eyes moved, which was a sign of anger based on Dumbledore's understanding of him.

But that pale and beautiful face still remained unfathomable, as if some deeper insight swallowed up the fleeting anger.

Dumbledore pondered for a while, and found that the other party's gaze continued to sweep towards the table, and the ferocious decorative flame suddenly expanded a little.

Although there was no real damage, the strong light still forced him to retreat and get out of the range covered by the outer flames.

Voldemort's eyes flickered with undisguised sarcasm.

What a scene of deja vu.

He sarcastically remembered the small room in the orphanage, Dumbledore's authoritative face in his prime, teaching an 11-year-old boy who had never even touched a wand was very aggressive.

He rarely recalled his experiences with Dumbledore, even when he was young and ignorant.

Only old people who have passed their prime like to recall past glory.He has already surpassed the limitation of age and has infinite life, which is very different from old antiques like Dumbledore who are addicted to the past.So he has always been full of contempt for Dumbledore, but it is inevitable to turn his stomach when he thinks about it.

However, recently, I have had to face a lot of memories of getting along with Dumbledore.

All from lockets.

Because the retrieved physical body has been transformed into a container for the crowned soul—although it looks like an ordinary person, it is actually invulnerable to water and fire. It can be dormant for a long time, and it can also be resurrected with full blood by the injection of vitality. A humanoid Horcrux—so it has all the characteristics of a Horcrux.

The rebirth reaction is a characteristic unique to Horcruxes.

The so-called rebirth means returning to life from a long sleep.It can be any situation in resurrection, awakening, fusion... as long as the activity is restored from the state of perennial silence, a series of synchronous soul reactions will occur, collectively called the rebirth reaction.

It can bring every corner of the soul into alignment.Possessing the emotions, cognition, will and other states of the soul subject, even including the necessary memory; it is the characteristic derived from the complete soul itself, and continues into each fragment for the ultimate purpose of resurrection.

In other words, when he regained his body, his soul and magic power returned to their full strength, and the rebirth reaction occurred naturally, and it was impossible to delay and escape like when he was about to die.

The anger, confusion, disdain, hesitation experienced by the locket... and the more than a month of being forced to get along with Dumbledore, have been introduced one after another, and gradually merged into the original perception and memory.

To be fair, other than the initial threats, the experience after the locket wasn't too bad.

Dumbledore took him back to England and found a secluded village to live alone, always trying to discuss the theory of magic with him.

The locket was completely ignored, especially the secrets involving the soul, and even refused to communicate, and did not give him any chance to inquire.

Dumbledore didn't care about the indifference of the locket at all. He put it by his hand every day to watch him do magic experiments, read and write notes, and read to him after writing... just go to the experimental field in front of the door to pick some potions , have to ask a few more questions about the deep-seated influence of growth conditions and treatment methods on the efficacy of the medicine.

The old headmaster's magical attainments are truly extraordinary, and the casual questions are not lacking in profound insights and wonderful thoughts.For a locket, it is very rare to meet someone who can communicate with something of the same level. It’s okay if you can’t hear it. .

But Dumbledore couldn't hear his response, and would start to explain his thoughts on his own.When the words come to disagreements, they often rush all the way on the road that the locket does not agree with. They speak heartily, consciously, caressing their beards and laughing, and sometimes can hurt the locket who is full of rebuttals.

Even so, the locket held back and never responded.Even the spirit body is not projected+, allowing Dumbledore to play an infinite one-man show alone.

Until Dumbledore went to visit his brother and asked about the whereabouts of a portrait.

The locket saw its chance, and without warning, an image appeared behind him.

Aberforth pointed at him incredulously, and wanted to swear, but his words were tampered with on the spot by the secrecy curse: "Praise the Dark Lord...!"

It just adds fuel to the fire.

Dumbledore didn't seem to have thought of this level, and quickly raised his hands in surrender: "Calm down, Aberforth..."

Aberforth, who kept his mouth shut, kicked him out with fumes.

"Hahaha……"

Locket laughed loudly and brazenly.

"You can't even handle your own brother, how incompetent, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore was not irritated at all, but looked at him with some surprise and said, "Should I say it's unbelievable... It seems like it's the first time I've seen you smiling so happily."

The locket immediately lost all smiles.

"You are such a genius to kill people."

Dumbledore responded: "Aberforth was good to me. I don't need to 'fix' him."

He left Aberforth's solitary hut and walked up the hill.

For some unknown reason, Tom didn't return to the Horcrux, but followed him in the form of a soul, his tone full of sarcasm.

"For you, do you mean kicking you out of the house before dinner?"

The night falls, and the sparkling water of the river shimmers here and there on the grassland.The distant wind is refreshing, but also a little lonely.

"I know you don't understand that feeling, Tom."

As soon as Dumbledore started, he knew that the people around him would be disgusted.

"close……"

He quickly said, "Actually, I don't understand either."

"...Shut up."

Tom finished his sentence in surprise, and then he came back a little and glanced at him suspiciously.

Dumbledore glanced at him, pressed his white beard that was blown by the wind uncomfortably, and was silent for a while, as if he regretted saying it, but also seemed to be looking for a suitable wording.

If he was whetting his appetite, it had worked.Tom thought grimly, but he wouldn't tell him.Although he also knew that the fact that he no longer blocked the exit had already explained everything.

"For a long time, I thought I could always learn it. Just like the advanced magic and social communication I learned in the past... I'm not boasting, no matter how difficult others say, I can always master it quickly... Maybe You can understand that feeling too."

Tom glanced at him coldly, barely making a beak.

"But love...is different."

Dumbledore's tone revealed a level of confusion that Tom had never seen before, which temporarily suppressed his distaste for that word... There was also a trace of reluctance to admit it.

"...I used to mistakenly think that I knew love and had love. But then I realized that most of the time, I was just narcissistic and arrogant enough."

Tom looked sideways slightly, couldn't help but stabbed with a smile: "There is also hypocrisy."

"Heh..." Dumbledore shook his head with a half-smile, "Perhaps after listening to my words, you will have a new understanding."

When they walked to the river, a few sheep were scattered in the shallows to drink water, and the sounds they made were soft and clean, not knowing the sufferings of the world.

Dumbledore looked at them, felt Tom's impatience, and suggested leisurely: "It's a rare time, we can help Aberforth herd the sheep for a while before we go."

Tom looked at him with the eyes of a madman, and made it clear that he would not accompany him.

But Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind, and went back to the sheepfold, continuing the original topic: "Narcissism makes me promote my own interests infinitely, and arrogance makes me unable to bear any defects. Therefore, when encountering various I can quickly fall in love with someone who fits my imagination enough. But when this obsession interferes with my path, my interests... I can also quickly destroy it."

Tom sneered and commented: "Like you."

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, finding himself feeling a bit of atonement relief from his nemesis' attack.

If it were his friends, no matter how bad it would be, they would probably respond with silence at this time.

"I call it 'sane'," said Dumbledore relaxed. "I can judge the development of this infatuation without the slightest emotion, recognizing every millimeter of flaws in the other person, and disgusting from the bottom of my heart. Maybe you think it's normal, but I've observed the emotions of many people, and they may be able to do it, but it's not emotionless."

He paused, lost in thought for a while.

Tom was getting a little bored before Dumbledore spoke again.

"How should I describe this difference in feelings... Maybe like when Aberforth drove me out just now, if I were younger, I would use magic attacks directly."

Tom looked at him and said: as if it makes a big difference.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I don't worry about his life, but Aberforth will worry about me. My family, friends... they all do. Even in the most extreme cases, their feelings are in play It’s a huge effect that you and I can’t imagine. This effect is not revealed, only when you look back and think about it, you realize that the difference is caused by emotion.”

Tom was taken aback for a moment, and many blurred points of light flashed in his heart for no reason.

Dumbledore observed his expression and said softly, "... Lily's magic is for this reason."

Tom's expression darkened for a second, and a sneer appeared on his lips again, but he didn't say much.

Dumbledore was a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he had to continue: "I think, being able to control so many people's major actions, such feelings must mean something. My failure may just be that I met the wrong person. So I keep learning , understanding, trying to master it... Over the years, I have made a lot of progress, and often look like everyone else. But only I know, I have completely lost the possibility of a lover."

Even Tom somewhat suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

Such words from Dumbledore's mouth undoubtedly subverted the common sense of the world.

"I've studied and thought so much... I can see every step of the way, how the stakes drive the changes in the heart, how fantasies and delusions create emotional vortexes in the body that lead to an ever-accumulating Longing for inertia... The more you look at everyone, every relationship, and every impulse around you "clearly", the more you can realize: this is short-term worship, momentary appreciation, that is wishful thinking, pity, and self-pitying narcissism ...every moment of emotion has a name, but none of it is love."

"Actually... love is very fragile." Dumbledore said suddenly, "When you are unwilling to admit it, no one can make you have it."

"The only time in my life when love was possible was when I didn't understand love."

………………

Voldemort closed his eyes, tearing away from the locket experience with a splitting headache.

The inexplicable burning in his chest made him breathless, and his breathing became slightly heavier, but he still couldn't suppress his upset emotions.

He frowned and glanced at Dumbledore, still as he remembered, with a sanctimonious false calm.Perhaps it was because of his body, under the power of the stars and flames, he still showed a little fatigue.

This flame... he is not worthy after all.

Voldemort straightened up, his wand moved slightly, and the raging flames burst into flames like fireworks, and split into countless small flames, which consciously left the old man and returned to him one after another.

The residual candle on Dumbledore's table was absorbed by all the heat, leaving only a column of smoke to dissipate, and it immediately dimmed.

The scattered flames are like a spell, shining brightly and darkly on the darkened underground prison like a star in the night.

Voldemort moved away from the wall against which he was leaning, and walked towards Dumbledore without a word.

He has regained his body and returned to his full magic.Just standing is a huge threat that cannot be ignored, let alone walking with a bad look.

No one could calmly face his approach in such a situation.

Except Dumbledore.

But Voldemort no longer cared about his appearance, staring at his eyes with great oppression, not missing any changes.

"Do you have any last words?" He said indiscriminately, "I allow you to finish."