The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

A few minutes ago, not long after Harry took to the sky, the alpha wolf of the pack fell into a deep terror.

Fenrir Greyback was the leader of the werewolves. He was leading the tribe to charge into battle, his mind was full of fresh little wizards waiting in line for him to eat, but the familiar voice on the radio directly froze him in place.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who recognized the Dark Lord, and several keen werewolves also stopped sprinting, their necks held high, seeking each other's judgment.

Even if he couldn't figure out the situation, Fenrir didn't dare to take the risk of offending the Dark Lord, but he didn't want to give up the duck that was on his lips easily. He waited anxiously like an ant in a hot pot, hoping that the Dark Mark could provide some hints.

It's a pity that there is nothing, the Dark Lord seems to have abandoned them, and he didn't give any instructions.

The attitude of broadcasting is already very clear.

Fenrir was extremely unwilling, and could only howl loudly, conveying the order to stop the attack.

Unexpectedly, a few completely contradictory howls sounded one step ahead of the wolf pack, encouraging the werewolves to continue attacking, regardless of all the changes!

Fenrir continued to howl, preventing the wolves from continuing to attack, but the howling of the opposing wolves did not weaken at all. Instead, they opposed him, inciting the wolves to ignore his orders and attack freely.

He stopped angrily, trying to find out the source of the disturbance, but was mercilessly overtaken by the werewolf behind him.

At the critical moment, this group of people didn't even recognize him as the leader!

Fenrir went berserk and bit his fellow werewolf, but was countered by the young werewolf who had been following obediently by his side.

"You are old, Greyback. They need a braver leader."

After the young werewolf finished speaking, he ran into the torrent of wolves without looking back.

In the rage, Fenrir almost completely turned into a beast, but in the next second, he knelt down on the ground with his hands clutched, completely returning to his human form.

The Dark Mark burned all the way from his arm to the nerve center, as if his entire soul was melting in the fierce hellfire. The pain made him tremble all over, cold sweat dripped down, and he couldn't even utter a complete wail.

He fell to the ground, feeling his trembling as if from his soul.The bright streamers in the distance came into view, like the colorful decorations of heaven.

Suddenly, the back of the neck was pinched by cold hands.

The most terrifying thing happened.

"Fenrir..."

The voice on the radio arrived behind him, instantly arousing uncontrollable tremors.

Voldemort's voice was very soft, as if he had no attack power at all.

"Explain to me, brothers and sisters of your tribe, what you are doing now?"

"Lord...Master..."

Fenrir was forced to bend his neck and look up at him, his hairy face covered with cold sweat, looking ugly and disgusting.But Voldemort seemed completely immune, and even got closer to him, guessing for him understandingly: "Is my meaning not clear enough?"

"No... I didn't say... Master... Please..."

The burning of the Dark Mark had already stopped, but Fenrir's trembling could not stop.He couldn't wait to tell the whole story, but got stuck at the last hurdle.

"It was planned by Feng Nando and the others! I was just told to bring my clansmen into the school and do whatever I want... I don't know anything, and I ordered the clansmen to stop just now! Really!...But...but..."

"But obviously," Voldemort continued understandingly, "no one listens to you."

Fenrir shuddered for a moment, and wrinkled his face aggrievedly, but he didn't dare to refute.

Voldemort seemed to have temporarily lost interest in him, straightened up and glanced around, lost in thought for a while.

Fenrir was forced to twist his neck and was pinched by his hands, took the opportunity to slowly turn himself around, a little more comfortable, and began to look forward to the opportunity of atonement.

A few thoughts passed through my mind, and just as I was about to add something, I heard a question that froze my soul.

"Did I allow you to move?"

Voldemort lowered his head and looked sideways, and the fingers pinching his neck suddenly became extremely powerful, as if he could break his neck with just a little more effort.

Fenrir's blood flowed backwards, he was suffocated and in pain, and whimpered.

Voldemort relaxed a little, looked into his eyes, and flipped savagely through memories.

"I see...you really didn't mention any important points..."

Letting go of his hand, Fenrir fell down in response, falling dizzily to the ground and panting.

Voldemort turned to the Dark Mark in mid-air, thoughtful.

"That mark was also placed by you."

"...cough...yes...yes...cough cough..."

Fenrir answered with difficulty, the pupils reflecting the Dark Lord's figure deformed slightly, showing a hint of ominousness.

Once cast, the Dark Mark can only be retracted by the same wand.That's why everyone was helpless against the Dark Mark floating at the murder scene, and could only let it show off its power.

Voldemort invented it and knew it better than anyone.

Now is not the time to let it float there.

He lowered his hand and said, "Magic wand."

Fenrir's pupils trembled slightly, unable to accept what order he had been given.

His fingers were clenched until they turned slightly white, and he asked depressingly, "What... do you mean?"

In the next second, his screams almost pierced the sky.

"Very well, Fenrir... the Dark Lord has fully understood your thoughts."

Voldemort involuntarily bestowed the Unforgivable Curse on him, stooped condescendingly to take the wand, and flicked it lightly.

Compared with the yew wand, it is far worse.

He recalled redundantly the feel of the wand of hollywood...and it was a world of difference.

When I pointed to the pattern in the sky, my thoughts changed like this.

Compared to disappearing... it's still more deterrent.

A rose blooming alone in a vase flashed through my mind.

Fenrir witnessed the Dark Lord turning the green light in the sky into red step by step in the agony of extinction, and the red light gathered into a pattern of roses... more and more beyond his comprehension.

"Master... master... master... forgive me..." He didn't care about that, the pain eased slightly, and he crawled towards the Dark Lord while begging for mercy, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "It must be Timothy... Master! I know, I know who betrayed me! It must be the new kid, Timothy Everheart! Master, just catch him and stop my people—— woo ah--"

Voldemort grabbed his head, and before Fenrir realized it, his wand was on his temple.

The green light was barely reflected in Voldemort's downcast eyes, and then disappeared without a trace.

Fenrir's eyes were wide open, and the hand that was grabbing Voldemort had already turned into a claw, and it stopped abruptly in mid-air, and fell heavily.

The killing with his own hands and the sneak attack of his subordinates' betrayal did not seem to cause any fluctuations in Voldemort. He dragged the corpse of the werewolf with one hand, walked across the lawn for a leisurely walk, and came to the north stand where the werewolves first poured in.

The huge rose blooming in the sky painted the grass with a strange red border. He stood quietly in the center of the disaster, like a demon king born in the chaos, about to set off countless bloody storms.

The wolves in the stands were still fighting the adult wizards unconsciously, trying to find the weakest point of breakthrough.

A black shadow flew up from below and was thrown high. The shadow passed over the fighting wolves, and fell savagely into the middle of the most densely populated wolves. It was Fenrir's corpse!

The smell of blood stimulated the wolves, and when they smelled the leader's scent, they fell into madness and panic even more.For a moment, the northern stands set off a wave of howling wolves, directed at the direction where the corpses were thrown. It was horrifying and horrifying, and even reached the ears of werewolves in other stands, igniting the anger of the werewolves in the audience.

Voldemort, who was at the focus of his anger, just raised his hand and looked at the blood on his hand just now.

There is no wound in the Killing Curse, which was deliberately released with the Cutting Curse.

The blood and death of the werewolf leader brought together the hatred and fear of the whole clan, which was enough for him to cast a curse on the whole clan.

The best way to deal with this special group is never to slaughter them one by one, that would be too inefficient.

Now, the only thing to think about...

"What's the name..."

He murmured, but there was no trace of trouble on his face. Instead, he smiled with unknown meaning, slowly raised his wand, and aimed at the rose mark in the sky.

"...the curse of the rose...well."

"Have you seen enough?"

High above the sky, a sentence suddenly appeared from the locket.

Harry was looking down at the rose mark under his feet in ecstasy. The faint red light was flowing around, which was magnificent and magnificent, and one couldn't help being immersed in it.But these words brought him back to his senses in an instant, and he looked away slightly embarrassed, "Why do you ask..."

He paused, a little embarrassed, but couldn't help guessing.

"Yes...is that you?"

Who can modify the Dark Mark and change this pattern?

Harry didn't know, even if the locket didn't have the unified perception of the Horcrux, it couldn't be unaware.

Harry, who is clearly looking forward to it but trying to restrain himself, is really cute. If it is not about to kill him, the locket would really like to tease him.

"Well, I did it...the one on the ground."

He confessed regretfully, took Harry's hands, and adjusted the direction of the broom.

"Okay, let's hurry back to the castle with this group of burdens."

Harry didn't have time to be happy, his heart was beating wildly, surrounded by the breath behind him, he flew out of the isolation layer with his broom, and a group of people connected by colorful ribbons floated mightily towards the castle behind him.

In order to accommodate their speed, Harry had to fly very slowly, so slow that even the sound of the wind was quiet.

Slow enough to hear the locket's breathing.

From the corner of his eye, he could still see the rose mark above the court, and when he thought of its prototype, he thought of that unfinished kiss, and thought of the hug that was tightly pressed together without a single gap in the confined space.

A series of flashbacks made his face slightly hot, and he lowered his body even lower, wanting to stay away from the source of temptation.

But the source of enticement himself is not easy to fool at all, he was keenly aware of it at the first time, raised his hand to grab him and posted it back.

"Stay still, Harry." He whispered softly, as if he really cared. "The Pull Charm is weak...if you don't control it, someone will fall."

This made Harry dare not move.The locket secretly raised the corners of its mouth.

As always, let mercy be a weakness.

What he didn't realize was that Harry quietly touched the envelope on his chest.

It was Dumbledore's suicide note.

It quenches all desire + fire in the body and soul.

When he was about to drive into the castle, Harry caught something out of the corner of his eye.But they are already far away from the stadium, and there are huge icebergs and seas of fire blocking the line of sight, and they cannot see the situation inside.He had no choice but to continue leading the crowd and descend to the top of the Astronomy Tower.

On the open-air viewing platform, as soon as the students who helped each other and made noise confirmed each other's safety, they hurried downstairs and left to make room for the people behind.

Harry's broom remained outside the viewing platform, directing the ribbon crowd to land.At this time, the last few people also landed safely, and he turned the broom towards the direction of the field.

From the perspective of the castle, only the back of the stands could be seen, but the gaps in the seats and the stands on the highest floor were constantly emitting bits and pieces of red light, which made Harry want to find out.

Could it be... Tom...?

"Someone wants to talk to you." The locket reminded at the right time, interrupting his thoughts.

Harry hesitated for a moment, and when he turned his head, he saw that the last pair of mother and son who had landed came to the side of the stands. The mother seemed to be dying, with a wolfish mane on her face, but miraculously maintained her sanity.

"Quick... thank you..."

The Ravenclaw boy's eyes were swollen from crying a long time ago, he nodded like a pounding garlic, and said to Harry on the broom, "Thank you, thank you!"

Harry quickly flew into the stands, got off the broom, and helped the woman up with the Ravenclaw boys.

"You don't need to thank me, I'm sorry, it's my fault... What's your name, take your mother to the medical wing."

"Okay, okay, principal. My name is Asish. Thank you, thank you, and Professor Riddle..." Asish said with red eyes.

Hearing that address, Harry suddenly felt ashamed.

"I... am not the principal." He said dully, the envelope in front of his chest seemed to be burning, burning his heart, "I am not worthy..."

The locket frowned at the side, and just about to speak, the Ravenclaw boy opened his eyes wide: "How is it possible? Sir, you, you are the best headmaster!"

After Ashish finished speaking, he couldn't control his tears and flowed out again.He hurriedly lowered his head to wipe it off, supported his mother even harder, and said embarrassedly: "I will take my mother to the medical wing first. Mr. Principal, come on...Come on!"

Harry froze for a moment, a warm current gushed out of his heart, passing through the dry ground for a long time, rushing towards his eyes.

At this time, someone wondered: "Hey, those red lights seem to be flowers!"

Harry looked over quickly, shifted his mood, and suppressed the moisture in his eyes.

There are many binoculars on the viewing platform, and students who have good things stay behind to observe the situation of the viewing platform and discuss it loudly.

"I saw it! It's exactly the same as the rose in the sky!"

"God, I saw it too, not only... um!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The locket was gone, and the tyrannical Silencing Charm had deprived them not only of their voices, but of the cacophony of noise from all directions.

In the extreme silence, there were only his oppressive orders.

"Go back, it's not safe here."

The two Gryffindors tried to break the spell, failed, and shrugged in obedience.

The locket had supervised their disappearance into the stairway until the Silencing Charm was released.

Harry still stood there silently.

The locket came to him, quietly blocking the field.

"The castle is waiting for your return, Mr. Principal."

He pretended to say it lightly.

Harry's eyes fell on him, but he didn't answer.

They confronted each other silently for a while.

Stand until the camouflage on the face of the locket is gone.

"Why don't you let me see it?" Harry asked bluntly.

The locket also replied directly: "You don't want to see it."

"...It's impossible for you not to know, such an answer will only make me want to see it even more."

Harry obviously had a guess, his eyes were slightly suppressed.

The locket smiled appreciatively.

"You've grown a lot, Harry."

"If you continue to delay, I will fly back by myself."

Harry raised his hand to recall the broom, and reminded him nonchalantly.

Infinitely close to the reminder of the threat.

"Don't forget, Harry." Locket didn't panic at all, and slowly walked behind him, "I'm helping you, not necessarily."

Harry closed his eyes, "That's right, that's why I obey you all the time."

"Oh..." The locket showed a bit of false surprise, "You think this is obedience."

"..." Harry had an ominous premonition.

The locket was placed on his shoulder, and he asked intimately, "Do you remember the proof we didn't complete last time?"

Start exerting force on your hands.

Harry resisted the strength on his shoulders, his stomach clenched.

"What the hell happened?" He gritted his teeth, not thinking about the damned fact that he also had a reaction, "You know I can't do something irrelevant at this time, and the other you are still fighting... Deliberately delaying time, yes No? Why?"

The locket smiled appreciatively again.

"The reason has already been told to you."

His tone seemed more sincere.

"No need, Harry. I'm helping you. Just know the fact. Don't make us unhappy."

Harry fell silent again.

"……10 minutes."

He came to a conclusion with compromise and firmness.

"The next 10 minutes, I promise you not to watch. After that, I must go back to the court. Back to Tom."

After speaking, without waiting for the locket's response, Harry straightened up his broom and sat down on the spot.

Taking a deep breath, he took out the suicide note kept on his chest.

The locket looked down at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but he also acquiesced.

10 minutes is fleeting.

When Harry flew back to the stadium, the locket had already returned to the Horcrux itself, and he was wearing it around his neck.

When Harry opened the letter, perhaps out of sight and out of mind, his spirit body disappeared directly and returned to the locket.

Harry was a little shaken for a moment, wanting to look in the direction of the court, but he restrained himself and followed the agreement.

As soon as the 10 minutes were up, he stepped on the broom and galloped forward.

In a short period of time, the stadium has been turned upside down.

The sea of ​​ice and fire melted away at some point, and the grassland was filled with damp water vapor.Between the plant corpses and the broken walls, there were countless werewolf corpses. They died in a miserable state, as if they had been drained of blood and thrown on the ground.

The weirdest thing is that every wolf corpse seems to grow a column of smoke, which is connected to a piece of red streamer above.The patterns outlined by the flowing light were the flowers that the Gryffindor student observed, which were exactly the same as the roses in the sky!

There are as many flowers as there are wolf corpses.Harry came from afar, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the streamer flowers blooming all over the stands!

A piece of red, like waterfalls and lakes formed by blood, spread all over the corners of the stands, the edge of the grass field... the roses representing death bloomed all the way to the outside of the field.Riding on the broom hanging high in the air, you can clearly see the ominous flickering red light, like an unstoppable resentment, howling silently in the steamy pasture.

"Tom..."

Harry landed next to a wolf carcass, the column of smoke rising from his abdomen connected to the rose light seal, floating in front of his eyes, an exact replica of the rose on his table.

The tremor in my heart was hard to calm down.

"Harry... Harry—"

He heard a familiar female voice calling him tentatively.

Turning around, she saw Hermione approaching, also riding a broom.

"Hermione? Great, you're here!"

"I...now the Death Eaters are all scrambling to protect and appease the audience, and cooperate with the Dark Lord's counterattack. Of course I am... no exception. I just led everyone to evacuate from the stadium, and when I saw someone flying over from the castle, I rushed over Check the situation."

"What about Tom? Did he make these...?"

Hermione said solemnly: "A very profound curse... that's right. The werewolf who was fighting us suddenly howled loudly, became more and more angry, and then died one after another, spraying blood mist from his body, and stopped in mid-air ...slowly forms the pattern of these flowers, and finally emits light."

Following her description, scenes of death and flower formation seemed to appear in Harry's mind. As the roses bloomed sequentially, so many souls and lives perished.

"Professor Flitwick said that this is magic with a deterrent effect, combined with a blood-type curse, it should be a black magic invented by the Dark Lord himself. The power...is amazing." Hermione said depressedly, "Even Those werewolves who have completely turned into wolves also felt the danger from the strange death of their companions. But these flowers were like an infection. At first, there was only a small group in the northern stands. As more and more werewolves noticed them, the curse broke out The attack became more and more rapid, as if guided by the fear of werewolves... Soon, the werewolves in the stadium were almost wiped out."

The last four words hit Harry hard.He couldn't bear it, but somehow, there was no resentment.

"...Then," he thought for a while, but still asked in a low voice, "Tom..."

Hermione finished quickly: "The rest of the werewolves started to run away, out of the range of the stadium, I don't know if the curse is still working - you can also see that it is exactly the same as the rose mark in the sky, we guess that determines the range of the curse ——The Dark Lord is chasing after him. So the Glacier Curse is invalid. Fortunately, the original black magic was released by the Death Eaters, so it is naturally not a problem now——Those people secretly dispelled the black magic, and instead mixed in with us, leading everyone away , became the object of gratitude."

Harry didn't speak, perhaps because he was already numb to such a reversal of black and white.Hermione was also at a loss for words, wondering who needed comfort at this moment, and who could comfort whom.

Finally Harry broke the silence, asked her the direction Tom had left, and prepared to follow.

Hermione grabbed him tightly.

"how?"

"Harry..." Hermione bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly, "Sirius told me...he received a message from Lupin, reminding him of the werewolf attack...He suspected that Lupine was lurking this time Among the wolves..."

"what?!"

Shocked, Harry gripped Hermione's arm tightly.

"Have you seen Lupine, then? Where's Sirius?"

"No, I swear! I asked everyone I met, but no one has seen it; Sirius is worried, he must stop the Dark Lord...I can't stop him..."

"You've done a good job, Hermione." Harry quickly stabilized his mind and comforted her with his rationality. "The school is on you. I'll go find them—to end this!"

He flew back into the sky, and the area where the curse of the rose left the field continued for a long distance, in the same direction as Hermione pointed.

Follow the last rose wolf corpse, which is the direction of the Forbidden Forest.