The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry's eyes trembled slightly, as if he was moved, he broke away from that simple bewitchment, eager and hesitant.

"I miss you as well.

Harry froze in his seat, feeling countless gazes staring at him, and swallowed the rest of the words abruptly.

His eyes still couldn't leave his face under the hood.

The emerald green lake light in those eyes reflected the sky and the lover, and the angle of looking up slightly increased indistinctly as Tom approached, as if his whole body and mind were locked on him.

It's just... like some kind of solicitation for a kiss.

Tom leaned closer to the eyes of the savior, with the chill of the ice ladder and snow mountain on his body.

There was still some distance between them, but Harry's breath was caught silently.

He heard the uncontrollable sound of inhalation all around him, and it had been intermittent and never stopped since the ice ladder descended just now.

Everyone in unison suppressed the turbulent waves in their hearts, and did not dare to talk loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing the man who seemed like a descendant of God.

But there is one exception.

The black dog with the flesh and blood of the werewolf on its teeth whined and barked in warning, and the killing intent welling up in its throat could be heard just from the sound.

Harry, who was the closest, clearly saw a trace of anger flashing across Tom's face, and the murderous intent in his eyes spread out again, and he swept in the direction of the big black dog, with the wand in his hand ready to move.

Not knowing where the thought came from, Harry reached out his hand to hold his head very naturally, turned his face back, and kissed him involuntarily.

"Wow - um..."

The ferocious dog barking changed its tone and became weaker.

At the last moment, Harry's lips were sealed with an index finger.The hand that was planning to attack turned halfway to stop a kiss.

Tom looked down at his lips, thickly shadowed by eyelashes, wondering what to think.

"Before that... there is something you must know." At a distance of breath and breath, he whispered, "...Dumbledore is dead."

Harry reacted for a second, as if he couldn't digest the meaning of this sentence immediately, and then a trace of pain emerged, and he stared at him tremblingly.

"Who...you said——hmm!"

It's now.

Tom thought decisively, lowered his head and pressed Harry's lips, and changed his fingers into rests, guiding Harry's jaw to a more suitable angle to meet the invasion, enjoying the long-lost sweetness and softness.

In the past month, how many days and nights, I walked in the streets and alleys of Muggles, and the afterimages of souls blowing like a wind blow through my mind from time to time, and the memory of the locket being forced to get along with Dumbledore is like overgrown seaweed Floating, I want to get rid of it, but it has already taken root here.

—"If .

Dumbledore tirelessly harassed the locket with such questions, and he always asked him repeatedly when he was in a good mood, as if he really cared.

Once, the locket replied, very disturbing: "Of course it is how you want to use it. You don't have to worry about it if you have half a foot in the coffin."

"...Okay." Dumbledore seemed to accept this answer, and didn't think it was perfunctory, "When you get old, you always like to think about things, so it's a little fun... I guess, you must want to... ...get that supreme power, don't you?"

The locket snorted lightly, noncommittal.Tom knew his own rhetorical question—who wouldn't?

He never believed that Dumbledore would not spend energy to maintain his prestige and power. Except for the brainwashed idiots of the Order of the Phoenix, he felt that no one with a little common sense would think so.

"Well... That kind of power, that kind of status, I think, you will find a way to maintain it forever, won't you?"

The locket glanced at him, not without vigilance.

This old man is used to devious words, but whenever he asks a question, there must be some kind of ultimate provocation behind it.

"So . . . for how long? In the meantime, or after that, have you thought, Tom—what you really want to do? Really—what makes you happy?"

——Senseless brainwashing rhetoric.

The locket really wanted to tell him that he used this trick himself as well as him, how many Death Eaters were recruited into his command like this, they were so utterly devastated that they would never change until their death, much worse than the brainless group in the Order of the Phoenix .

But he restrained himself.The most important thing in the game of brainwashing is not whose words have the upper hand, but who can not be seen from the truth.

Dumbledore repeated his old tricks and asked persistently. This time the locket also learned its lesson and insisted on not revealing the truth.

However, this long stalemate does not seem to prevent Dumbledore from going further on the topic.Wearing the locket, he traveled all over the wizarding villages in England, and even crossed the Channel to the European continent to explore exotic customs.At first the locket failed to guess his intentions, until Dumbledore wore him and met the legendary Nick Flamel in a log cabin——

The legendary wizard, who had written in his immortality notebook, was excited even by the locket when he saw a real person for the first time.

Dumbledore seemed to have guessed his mood, eager to reminisce with his old friends, and even kindly introduced him to a ghost Tom.

However, as soon as Flamel agreed, he was called away by the lady in the kitchen.

"Oh, aren't you talking to people? I'm not well yet, so don't come here to make trouble."

"I'm afraid you'll get burned again, I'm too old to lift a pot, so let me do it..."

"Who do you say is old? Look at what your hands are shaking, and you are ashamed to say that I..."

"As long as I can hold a wand, housekeeping magic will beat you. After so many years, I can only feel your progress..."

"Do you still want to eat today?"

Dumbledore smiled and poked his head at the kitchen door, signaling the two to ignore him.

...It seems redundant, and the couple didn't pay special attention to him at first.

"Well, at the same age, I really don't like it." Without waiting for the locket to say something sarcastic, Dumbledore took the initiative to laugh at himself - but his voice was full of joy, "Let's not bother them."

The locket squinted and seemed to feel for a moment - Dumbledore's fox tail - but missed it after all.

He was only bored—it was nothing at all, but Flamel had agreed and showed interest in him, but for no reason he forgot all his friends and business because of a trivial matter.

Is this like a legendary wizard who has lived 500 years and will live longer?

It's like living more and more.

Next, Dumbledore visited his younger brother, the retired chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and found a dragon tamer who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

These people tend to have their own ambitions, and rarely share Dumbledore's like-mindedness.Some people even ran away when they saw him, and if they couldn't escape, they didn't hesitate to drive them away.

At first, the locket was gloating, but after seeing too much, he began to feel bored—even if Dumbledore was cursed by him, it would be more than enough to deal with these people, so why put up with these rude provocations hypocritically?

Regardless of his sarcasm, Dumbledore steadfastly went his own way.Because of this, they can get a glimpse of the real corner of these people's trivial lives.The younger brother who puts his own goat more important than his elder brother, the famous witch who pestered his grandson to teach him how to use the blower after retirement, the rich man who takes a bath in his vault and counts gold coins every day...

The more you look at it, the more unreasonable it becomes.Doubt and disdain ferment in the bottom of my heart regardless of each other.

Whether they are successful or famous, or unknown, the behavior of these people reveals a logic that he can hardly agree with.But Dumbledore would absolutely love it.

It has to be said that some of Dumbledore's goals were more or less achieved.Because he remembered the clichéd question—

What is it that really makes you happy?

Very ridiculous.Fame and fortune, high position and weight, will make him happy in itself.

He just likes to be on top and see how other people are trampled under their feet.

Simple to understand and straight to the point.

Even if Dumbledore asked a thousand times, the answer would not change.

They are all masters of brainwashing, knowing that it is useless to talk too much, and they each use their actions to practice asking and answering.

——What do you really want to do?

——Do whatever you want, look no one in the eyes.

Until the end, their questions and answers did not change in any way.

Dumbledore could not see the slightest wavering in the locket's eyes.Instead, when passing through a certain European town, the locket captured Dumbledore's hesitation as he stared at him.

It was fleeting, but he saw it clearly.

The triumphant ridicule spread from the bottom of his heart to the body of the box, and Dumbledore felt its temperature rise, and unconsciously squeezed it tighter.

After a while, he let go again.

For a short while, he had been staring at somewhere far away.

Not a word was said.

Tom doesn't like evoking the memory of the locket--in fact, he has always disliked the shared effect of the memory of the soul body, because of the carrier of the Horcruxes, the memories from them are usually not very pleasant-this paragraph and Dumbledore gets along day and night especially.

But in the dungeon, Dumbledore's last chance to speak, asked this question again——

Instantly brought back memories of months of torment in the locket.

Just a little bit... He ended his life on the spot.

The weak point is the flaw that the locket never revealed——

Occasionally, he thought of the feel of Harry's neck under his hand.

It is logically unreasonable, but every time it will arouse his unknown violent heartbeat.

Just a moment.

It seems that the snow that suddenly falls from the pine branches in the middle of the winter night can bend a person's back.

Obviously, as long as one exerts force, what is destroyed is the pulsation under the palm.

It was his heartbeat that was out of control.

Even if he couldn't believe it, he knew that something had changed——

The locket would never want to be seen, a change that Dumbledore had been dying to know about.

This cannot change Dumbledore's fate, he still has to die.

But it did change the Dark Lord's plans.

Even ideas.

After that, he couldn't help thinking of Harry.

Staying away from the wizarding world, spending time in Muggle London boredly, ending the indefinite leave of secretary Dave, directing him to act as an agent of the company...

Unknowingly, he discovered that traces of the savior had spread all over his sphere of influence.

Even walking on the street, I can still think of the scene of dating that boy.

Although it is fake...but when will he be real?

As if he cared.

Only, this time he didn't lie.

—During this time, Harry had been on his mind, absolutely, all the time.

The moment I received the text message, the last straw finally fell.

Even if he asked Harry to take over the Death Eaters, even if he wanted to see what the Savior was going to do, even if he wanted to avoid suspicion and separate—

Such a long interval is also extremely annoying.

It's time to end.

...regardless of the outcome.

He didn't restrain himself in this kiss, he didn't even care whether Harry responded or not, he just licked and devoured his lips and body fluid, how many questions and puzzles were lost.

There is help...

He recalled Harry's eyes, astonishment, doubt, sadness...

Only there is no hatred.

If there is no hatred on the spot, then there is salvation.

He thought decisively and deepened the kiss on his own.It was as if he was so entangled that he was gasping for breath, completely ignoring the hundreds of other audience members in the audience.

The corpse of the lesson learned from the past is still lying at their feet-indulging in one's own innocence has its benefits-and no one dares to disturb his good business at this time...

Except maybe the rabid dog...

He secretly guarded against external attacks, but did not guard against intimate attacks from between his lips and teeth.

A bloody smell spread in his mouth before the pain, Tom hissed lightly, and his lip was bitten by the young lover.

He retreated in pain, feeling the blood staining the corners of his lips, about to drip.He wiped it off by feeling, staring down at the blood on his fingertips, savoring his current mood.

Undoubtedly, a little angry... But, I don't think it's surprising.

He raised his eyes to look at Harry, who was sitting on the headmaster's seat, and just pushed him away forcefully, but it was the one whose breathing was unsteady and whose face was still flushing.

"Did you... do it?"

Harry looked at him intently.The originally pale lips under the hood were dyed a bright red color like never before, and the eyes were pierced like needles, but they couldn't look away.

"...is it?" Tom's answer revealed a trace of uncertainty.

The faint light in Harry's eyes lit up just because of this uncertainty.

He thought Tom would not answer honestly, or give a decisive affirmative answer, or at worst, deceive him without changing his face.

But he wasn't even a little impatient.

She was still grinding her own blood on her fingers, but she just stared at him intently.

It seemed that at this moment, his feelings were more important than anything else.

"...Harry..."

"Mr Potter..."

Someone started calling him tentatively just now, as if he had managed to regain some composure from the series of incidents frozen in the sea of ​​flames, and then his voice was choked out by Harry's actions.

He got up suddenly, unexpectedly, hugged Tom's head, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

My heart beat like a drum, and my brain was filled with lightning and thunder.

He must be mad—perhaps the thought of parting has made him unnatural—

He actually felt that Tom at this moment belonged only to him.

The silence on the rostrum was like frost falling, but in contrast, it was the turbulent hearts of everyone.

Not only the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, but ordinary viewers who knew nothing about Tom's identity were also shocked by this series of outrageous interactions.

After staring stupidly for a while, the reporter remembered to raise the camera to take pictures——

The moment the flash was turned on, it was precisely hit by a curse light, and it shattered dangerously.

"Ah!" The reporter screamed in fear, and instinctively threw the camera, only scratching the skin.

The person who is bowing his head to the intimate behavior of the savior seems to have eyes behind his back, with half of his eyes separated, and with his hands behind his back, he extinguished the reporter's attempt.

The half-raised cameras of other reporters stopped involuntarily.

Tom felt Harry exert a slight force, turning his head back, and the emerald green eyes caressing him at close range, murmured subduedly.

"Explain it to me, Tom."

The tense voice seemed to come out of the throat, revealing a fragility that could collapse at any time.But the expression and eyes are like a fearless warrior.

"...the death of Dumbledore..."

...Harry, it's changed.

Tom slowly came to this realization.Trying to pick out his subtle emotions, he shouldn't like the change - but somehow it seemed hard to hate the boy now.

Even the offensive behavior can taste a different kind of intimacy...

There was another camera that was about to move and was pointed at them. This time Tom didn't bother to care about it, his eyes were glued to Harry's, and he was secretly estimating.

But some loyal subordinates had already seen through his intentions and shot = exploded the equipment in the reporter's hands.

Even turned on the long-range aiming laser, and the red light spots arrogantly wandered over the reporters who dared to act rashly.

Even though the wizards present had never heard of such an attack, they still felt a little threatened.

In the distance, there was a wave of howling wolves.The northern stands erupted into noise again.

"A lot of werewolves... help... run away..."

The indistinct shouts were very clear on the silent rostrum, and the flash of the spell was reflected on the ice, psychedelic and crazy.

The reporters had just been threatened, so they didn't dare to act rashly for a while; the hidden Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic took the lead in silence, and sporadic outsiders couldn't figure out the situation, so they didn't dare to show their heads.Only the professors at Hogwarts - even if a little frightened by recognizing the Dark Lord -

But a sense of responsibility to protect students still prevailed.

Sprout secretly tugged on Mag's wizard robe, and whispered: "Student..."

McGonagall pressed her hand, signaling to be calm, and put her heavy gaze back on the two people in front of the principal's seat, preparing her words and preparing to step forward.

Ignoring all the undercurrents, Tom put his arms around the back of Harry's neck, pulled a little distance away with little effort, and took out a letter from his body.

During the short time he walked down the ice ladder, he was still considering whether to take it out.

"...Look for yourself."

Harry took it, the red clay seal on the envelope still intact, and it read on the back:

Harry Potter himself.

The encircled font is Dumbledore's handwriting.

"That guy's suicide note."

Tom said without hesitation, his eyes had turned away first, and turned to Mag who had just stepped forward.

"Activate the defenses of Hogwarts, find a place to hide yourself, and leave the rest to Harry...and me." He ordered as if no one was there.

Professor McGonagall froze when he got to his lips.

Pursing her lips and swallowing, she still had to say, "We can't trust you."

Hearing this, Tom's gloomy face suddenly showed a trace of irony.

"Who can you trust, Meg?" He smiled contemptuously, "As if you had a choice."

McGonagall clenched her wand, obviously suppressing her anger, and turned to Harry, becoming hesitant.

It seems that he wants to ask the idea of ​​the savior, but he is not sure whether he can accept it.

Tom didn't pay attention to her at all, but still looked sideways slightly along the line of sight, only to find that Harry was still holding the last letter, wondering what he was thinking.

He unconsciously rubbed the back of Harry's neck, and suddenly felt a thin metal chain.

As if thinking of something, he hooked the chain and pulled the golden snitch out of Harry's clothes.

Without waiting for Harry to stop him, he took the first step to hold the shell, his expression became unpredictable.

Playing with it in his hand, he seemed to know it by heart, and brought the snitch to Harry's lips.

"Let me out," he said.

Harry woke up with a start and didn't move suspiciously, so Tom pressed his lips directly.

The Snitch made a small clicking sound and split in two, revealing the locket inside.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a second self appeared directly beside Tom.

"Hold it." He looked unsurprised, and put the locket body into Harry's palm, "Don't leave."

The costume of the locket ghost is easier to recognize without the hood covering most of the face.He watched the main body's movements without saying a word, much more silent than before.

Tom turned to him, and said only one thing, "Watch Harry."

The locket seemed to know his plan, nodded, glanced around, came to the body of Fernando, and picked up his wand unceremoniously.

"...That's it." Turn around and hand it to the main body.

Tom frowned, and seemed to be quite critical, but knowing that it was nothing serious, he reluctantly accepted it, and exchanged it with him with the yew wand.

The wrist was suddenly grasped.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked.He knew how important the yew wand was, and it was impossible for Tom to exchange it with anyone.

He also asked questions from everyone present.

In fact, since Tom appeared, there have been so many questions piled up in everyone's minds that when one was finally asked, they were subconsciously grateful to Harry.

Tom was not in a hurry, raised his good-looking brows, and asked Harry in a relaxed tone that he hadn't seen in a long time: "Why, do you think you can pull so many students from Hogwarts by yourself?"

Harry froze, unable to react.

"That kind of magic ribbon is at best a signpost—even with the help of the castle's defensive magic, the pulling spells that all the students need combined cannot be used by you alone."

He actually knew better than them!

McGonagall was secretly surprised. When they proposed this method before, they discussed this issue briefly. Since Dumbledore did not consider the situation of everyone in crisis when preparing the ribbon, the professor could not come to a certainty. conclusion.

It appears that Voldemort has long since researched this warning ribbon specially designed to guard against him... but what does changing wands have to do with this?

Compared with the confusion of others, Harry finally thought of the key that only they know about each other——

Brother Wand.

He looked at Tom in disbelief, wondering if he was thinking too much.

But he ran into the murderous red eyes with a smile.

——as you might imagine.

That look seemed to say.