The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Palis was restless early in the morning. He dug out the confidential letterhead he received two days ago and read it again.

There was no writing on the black parchment, just a stick figure of a lightning bolt surrounded by a circle.

After pondering over and over again, he more or less confirmed the meaning——

Protect Potter.

This letter is made of a special material used by Death Eaters. After burning, the contents will be sent to the tombstone of the letter in the hands of the Dark Lord.Therefore, when each letterhead is made, it contains the information of the owner, and the moment it is burned can be traced back with the corresponding spell.

Palis burned a part of the corner to trace, but found that the identity of this person was only two words: top secret.

You must know that the accompanying information on the confidential letterhead is bound to the Dark Mark, and it is impossible to change it.It also means that even if this person communicates with the Dark Lord, he still uses "top secret" to represent himself.

Information is never transparent within the Death Eaters, and many of the Dark Lord's layouts and arrangements are often only known to a few people.Other Death Eaters can only inquire through covert personal means, which is why they often use confidential letterheads to communicate with each other.

Paris had never known such an existence among the Death Eaters, but the letter and the bound Dark Mark were genuine, and he couldn't believe it.

Thinking of the current situation of the Dark Lord, this endless instruction is likely to be extremely critical.

Just in case, he turned down the Death Eater caucus that he was scheduled to attend yesterday.

It was one of many secret internal meetings held behind the Savior's back.It was chosen to be held the day before the start of the game in order to finalize today's action plan.

The Death Eaters couldn't be blamed for being different.Since Harry became the headmaster, instead of implementing policies favorable to Death Eaters, he suppressed Slytherin everywhere.He never mentioned the current situation and instructions of the Dark Lord, as if it didn't matter at all.

There were even terrifying rumors among the Death Eaters. It was suspected that Potter took advantage of the situation and secretly controlled the Dark Lord.

... To be honest, it is not unreasonable.

The only thing that cannot be explained is Nagini's obedience.The snake's loyalty to the Dark Lord is obvious to all, and if the master is in trouble, it is impossible to defend the culprit.

But it has also been pointed out that the Savior is the only Parseltongue other than the Dark Lord, fully capable of using language to confuse a snake for his use.

After a long time, even Palis, who originally believed in the relationship between the savior and the Dark Lord, couldn't help but participate in a secret meeting, let alone those who were full of suspicion.

They organized countless private meetings, large and small, to discuss a shocking showdown plan to force the palace, and planned to launch an attack on the day of the exhibition match, to bring down the savior in one fell swoop, and to find out the whereabouts of the Dark Lord.

Palis couldn't completely give up his doubts, and he didn't want to take the risk of disobeying orders. Coupled with his supportive stance at the beginning, he never really participated in it and drifted outside the plan.

It was really unexpected to receive this secret letter, it seemed to have some clues about the owner's whereabouts, but it didn't seem to come from the owner's hand.

He kept trying to mobilize his gift of foresight, and got a hint of revelation, but saw no sign.

Today is the moment of crisis for the savior. Should we believe in the secret letter and risk the death eaters to rescue him, or to be on the safe side and stay put?

Palis hesitated for a long time, and did not make a decision until the audience entered the arena one after another.

Inadvertently, he glanced out the window, and what he saw was unpredictable in an instant——

The sky was dark, the earth was burning with raging flames, wailing and the cries of beasts filled the air, the smell of blood wafted in the air, and it was a scene of purgatory on earth.

——he looked back suddenly, and everything disappeared again.

Cold sweat, like beans, rustled down.

It is foresight.

Many years ago, he had escaped the Dark Lord's first failed vision of hell.

The catastrophe is approaching, and we must escape... Hurry up!

He picked up his wand, didn't even bother to take his coat, and rushed towards the fireplace with a pale face, as if some terrible nightmare was chasing after him.

What kind of savior, what kind of Death Eater, what does it have to do with him, the most important thing is to escape.

The green flame ignited, and one of the members of Hogwarts special committee, the acting head of Slytherin, just fled away without warning, and never planned to come back!

At the same time, the auditorium of the Quidditch stadium was full of people.The Gryffindor students were the most active. Not only did they fill up their usual seats, but they also went to the audience area where outsiders gathered, such as the press box, invitation box, and application box, to find their relatives and friends, and have a good time.

"See, the one in the middle, Harry Potter with glasses, that's the youngest headmaster in our history! It's our Gryffindor!"

"He's only in sixth grade, it's unbelievable..."

"Brother, have you brought your camera, we must take a photo with him today!"

"..."

"This beautiful lady, is this a new hemp-modified product you are using?"

A seventh-grader from Gryffindor, who was patrolling the viewing booth, saw the beautiful woman and approached her.

The viewing seats are the highest temporary auditoriums, which can have a panoramic view of the entire arena and audience seats.On the high platform used for passage behind the last row, stood two tall women, one of them was in black tights, her big wavy hair was pinned behind her ears, and a long black tubular product was placed in front of her, looking Charming and cool.

When Gryffindor got closer, he realized that the woman in the dark green wizard robe was still charming, but her expression was haughty, and she seemed difficult to approach.

"Ah, is this?" The hot beauty in black smiled and answered him very kindly, "It's a new type of telescopic device that Bella and I modified together. Look, you can see it through this scope. How about the lightning scar of our little headmaster."

"Hey, can I see..." Gryffindor thought she was inviting him, and approached courteously, but suddenly, the two women disappeared, "Hey?... What am I going to do?"

Bella watched him go sullenly, and cast another Bewitching Charm on herself and Megan.

"What are you doing to provoke him? I think I'm not conspicuous enough."

Megan shook her head regretfully: "What did I say, even if this sniper + gun is shown openly, no one will doubt it, you still don't believe it. The little brother just now is so cute, which perfectly proved my conjecture. You can't be angry."

Bella didn't spend much time talking to her, and the wand pulled out another sniper + gun from the air, placed it on Megan's right side with a bang, and adjusted the sight skillfully.

"I should have demonstrated it to the master first, but now the situation is special, so I have to go to battle in advance..."

she exhorted.

"Pay attention to the rostrum, the Death Eaters around Potter may attack at any time."

Like Palis, she also received the mysterious top-secret letter.The pattern was more complex, and in addition to the circle of lightning protecting Potter, there were several crosses drawn around it, and a long, gun-shaped broken line aimed at them.

After discussing with Megan for several days, they also determined the meaning of the pattern.

Protect Potter by killing threats around him.

More than Paris had guessed, Bella also realized that the sender knew a lot.

Such instructions are easily reminiscent of the secret sniper orders issued by the Dark Lord to them.

After studying various Muggle hot weapons, the Dark Lord obviously believes that the most valuable for wizards are long-range sniper weapons, among which sniper + guns with strong individual killing capabilities should be mastered the most.

Therefore, Bella has been secretly conducting sniper training and sniper + gun magic transformation research.The Death Eaters only knew that she was sent to the Muggle world, seemingly out of favor, never knowing that she had a truly important mission.

As for this "top secret" Death Eater, the level of secrecy was obviously higher than hers, and he might even have information about the current master, so he dared to defend Potter so clearly.

Although she was not reconciled, she had to temporarily follow the instructions in the secret letter and prepare to act accordingly.

"Is it really necessary?" Megan whispered in her ear again, "Mr. Potter is not the headmaster, this is in his territory, is it necessary for us to protect him like this? I see There's an entire auditorium over there holding up 'Long Live Potter' banners..."

Bella let out a breath, barely resisting the urge to seal her tongue and throat, and said calmly: "That's a student from the same college as him, of course I support it...but Fernando, who is sitting on Potter's right, is separated from him." Brothers and sisters Nott and Carrow in the two positions, and Gargson in the Ministry of Magic personnel on the other side... These are the most influential Babaites among the Death Eaters... Sissy also warned me, She heard at the tea party that many people had plans to participate in some exhibition competition. The opening of the Ministry of Magic's application quota for viewing competitions is also a big problem. We succeeded without using any disguises. Doesn't it mean that anyone can get in? ..."

"Wow, you're quite worried about that kid who is your love rival."

Megan giggled heartlessly, the sniper + gun muzzle turned back to the rostrum, and the crosshairs drifted across Harry's face.

"I think he has a serious expression, so he probably isn't unprepared. After all, according to what you said, he once shocked the audience at your conference."

"...just flattering him." Bella rolled her eyes, "It's really embarrassing for the master, my bullet just went straight to his head."

"Tsk tsk, let me smell it, this sour smell has come to me..."

"Shut your stinky mouth, it's your own smell."

The object being discussed by the two is also being discussed by thousands of people in the venue.

Harry had learned to turn a deaf ear to the discussions around him. Even if Fernando, who was sitting next to him, made provocative words, he could still ignore them without changing his expression, which made the latter very angry.

"Potter, are you a wimp? So you deserve to be said to be the most trusted?" Feng Nando sneered, "Do you really think I can't tell whether it's true trust or just holding a chicken feather as an arrow?"

Harry didn't even give him a look, he just pinched the Snitch on his chest through his clothes, wondering when he could ask Tom to find out what he really liked about this Feng Nando, so that he could be favored by him And so proud... As far as he knew, even Gargson, the oldest Death Eater in the Ministry of Magic, was afraid of him.

In terms of performance...Harry glanced at the fat wizard not far away on the other side, and Gagson was twirling his mustache and smilingly making friends with the Auror Director Crowell next to him...although he didn't look very good The same, but the brain is indeed much better than Feng Nando.

...Speaking of which, Harry didn't expect Crowell to come too. He had read his remarks in newspaper interviews, and he had known him for a long time.But today...

"Harry, Harry..."

While he was thinking wildly, Hermione ran up the steps, called his name and waved to him before he got to him.

Harry's eyes paused, and he glanced left and right. Although many eyes were on him, it was already a common scene.He got up decisively to step off the stage, followed Hermione to the side, and caught a glimpse of pale blond hair out of the corner of his eye.

"Draco came to me just now and insisted on letting me leave early."

Hermione warned him eagerly.

"Yesterday he told me not to come to watch the game, but I didn't listen, but he came again today and insisted on dragging me away, so I asked why. It turned out that it was because of the Death Eaters' plan..."

Before Hermione finished speaking, there was a sudden booming sound from the arena, which was not covered up by the noisy audience.

They turned their heads together and saw a scalp-numbing scene.

On the lawn where the players were waiting to enter, several big fires suddenly ignited, and they were crazily invading in all directions under the help of the grass; dark purple-red plants grew under the spectator seats everywhere, dripping with pus. The supporting stone pillars grow and spread rapidly, and the jagged buds and leaves bite the concrete of the base, gnawing on it forcefully, crushed stones and sand fall down one after another...

"what happened?"

"dark magic!"

"Who set the fire!"

"Dark wizard! A dark wizard has sneaked in!"

Terrified discussions and commotions were everywhere, Hermione turned pale, and muttered: "...indiscriminate...violence+chaos..."

Harry's face was also pale, but he immediately grabbed Hermione's wrist, and said decisively: "Take a broom, cut off those black magic plants first, I will send a text message to notify the patrol team to dispatch, mobilize the most brooms, and destroy them first The black magic that threatens the auditorium!"

They discussed the security measures of the arena. For instant communication and personnel dispatching in emergencies, Harry equipped everyone with a modified mobile phone and the previous generation of comets.

I didn't think it would be useful at first, but I almost gave up because of insufficient budget... Fortunately, the twins contacted him and used the dividends from the joke shop to pay for it.

Harry's fingers were trembling slightly as he was typing, and even though he had experienced many unimaginable horror scenes, the current chaos was beyond his imagination.

If it goes wrong, the entire school, teachers, students, innocent spectators, and even many important officials of the Ministry of Magic will be wiped out.

The text message was sent in a hurry, and before he could rush there, someone grabbed him.

"Get back to your seat, Potter!" Gemma dragged him back angrily, "Now is the time when you need to reassure people or arrange evacuation—you are still wasting time here! Those reporters I don’t know how many black photos have been taken of you not being there at critical moments!”

In the chaos, Harry didn't have time to thank her. As soon as he returned to the rostrum, he was greeted with a large flash of light and countless black radio fleeces that smacked his lips.

He regained his composure, stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed the velvet connected to the broadcasting station of the stadium, and said under pressure: "Everyone, please be safe. I have already arranged patrol personnel to deal with black magic plants. Please pay attention to any suspicious plants around you." People, evacuate to the rostrum first..."

He clearly heard Fernando's sneer coming from the right.

"If you don't put out the fire first, that's the most conspicuous..."

No matter how numb Harry was, he couldn't help but get angry at this moment, and spoke into the microphone word by word.

"I put everyone's life first. I hope everyone will get out their wands and defend their lives and the lives of others!"

After speaking, the sound of the radio echoed over the arena, and it lingered for a long time, even people in Hogwarts Castle could faintly hear it.

Palis returned to the castle again, already shaking like a sieve, and was thrown to the ground of the principal's office by the collar.

Who would have thought that by such a coincidence, he would meet the Great Demon King of the wizarding world while fleeing for his life on Muggle Street?

"Lord...Master..."

The Dark Lord, who hadn't seen him for a long time, ignored him, and listened to the vague broadcast for a while, before returning his eyes to the screen in his hand.

A copy of the group text Harry had just sent - perhaps on purpose - had also been sent to his number.

He walked to the window, just in time to see the bustling scene of the Quidditch stadium in the distance, the raging fire that couldn't be hidden even in daylight lingered around, threatening to engulf the entire stadium.

"Who set the fire?" he asked.

Palis was still in a state of extreme fear, completely lost his usual shrewdness, and shattered into words: "What... what fire... what I saw... and the sky... the vision of the sky..."

Before he could finish speaking, a green light rose above the stadium.

It was the Dark Mark they were all too familiar with.

"Okay, now I know."

Voldemort turned back blankly, and suddenly his eyes were caught by the vase on the table.

There was only one red rose in it.It can be seen that it has been carefully cared for by the owner of the office, and the stems and leaves without roots are still alive, making the petals still delicate and beautiful.

He plucked out the flower branch from the bottle without mercy, put it in his nose and sniffed it thoughtfully.

"Harry..."

He knew which rose it was.