The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, several werewolves ran wildly, trying to get rid of the shadow behind them.

escape.run away.Escape from this scary castle!

It was the only thought left in their utterly brutish brains.At the moment when they gave up their human form, the deep-rooted fear drove them to remember the most important goal.

The blood energy of his companions was constantly drifting from behind, and the complex and dangerous environment of the Forbidden Forest was enough for a negligent werewolf to die, let alone in such a life-threatening situation.

Before Sombra really catches up with them, there will already be werewolf corpses halfway.

It seemed that it was with this kind of calculation that the black shadows kept a distance from them all the time, maintaining a chasing distance that was just enough to spur them to continue fleeing for their lives, so as to follow the vines and find the secret path when they came.

Walking close to the lake, the trees became thinner, the speed of the wolves accelerated, but the black shadow did not speed up to catch up.

Voldemort heard the familiar shuttle sound from behind, the effect of the broomstick approaching at high speed.

Harry's face flashed reflexively, and he hesitated.

With such a delay, I didn't rush to chase at all, slowed down and waited for someone to talk.

But before that, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He slowed down, but the other party didn't, instead speeding up...

"Woo! Hiss—"

The broom kept its top speed and crashed straight into the shadow, making a cry that sounded like crying, followed by the sound of cloth tearing.

The broom passed through the shadows!

The black shadow landed in embarrassment, condensing into a hood-covered entity, with more than half of the sleeve robe torn off, revealing the white shirt inside, and the hand holding the wand was aiming at the culprit in front of him furiously.

Obviously, the other party did not have the superb skills of the savior, and could not brake instantly when sprinting rapidly, but flew a large circle before turning back.

Half of the face of the person sitting on it was still distorted, and he was slowly returning to a human form from a dog's head.

Sirius actually performed an extremely dangerous partial Animagus transformation temporarily, using sharp dog-shaped fangs, almost biting Voldemort's dominant hand with his wand!

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Hong Guang came over without saying hello.

Sirius had been prepared for a long time and dodged with full marks, but his stomach was overwhelmed.

Having just recovered from his partial Animagus form, Venus appeared before his eyes.

However, it is not allowed to take it lightly now, he insisted on constantly changing the trajectory of the broom to prevent being killed by the magic spell.

However, the Dark Lord is not a vegetarian after all.

After the anger of being attacked, Voldemort's full attack was simply not something that Sirius, who was in a state of sequelae, could resist.

The broom was the first to get hit, and then he was thrown into the water hard, his head ached, he was caught off guard and choked a mouthful of water, he was dragged ashore by magic in a daze, and then a magic rope that shone with silver light tied him in a knot Strong.

"Cough...cough..."

"I'm not in such a hurry to find death." Voldemort pulled one end of the magic rope and slammed it violently, and the magic on the rope moved accordingly, throwing Sirius up, and fell to the side tree trunk along with his strength, boom fall.

Voldemort approached slowly, the rope shrinking in his hand.

Sirius sat up with difficulty, although he was embarrassed, his eyes were not less fierce.

Panted for a long time, but did not say a word.

"Why, do you think I didn't kill enough people today, do you want to contribute yourself?"

Voldemort sneered, winding the rope slowly around his neck.

Sirius couldn't avoid it, so he straightened his neck and looked at him hatefully.

Voldemort suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"I still feel..." He tightened the rope fiercely, "I won't kill you?"

Sirius' face was bloodshot all of a sudden, but he didn't back down at all, showing a genuine smile that gritted his teeth.

"Of course you will... come on... let Harry, completely... see you...dead, that heart...!"

He almost crazily resisted the rope that tightened his neck, exerting force in the opposite direction, as if he was afraid that it would slow down his death.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and the strength in his hands became cautious.

Suddenly, he figured something out and let go of the rope completely.

"You just want to die, Blake. You'd rather die a heroic death than the pain of living. Glorious, happy, and easy, isn't it?"

He leaned down and whispered softly in his ear.

"You dream, coward."

In an instant, the murderous intent in Sirius' eyes exploded, his head deformed again, and ferocious fangs bit him when he opened his mouth!

There was a bang, and a burst of smoke and dust rose like an explosion. Harry quickly slowed down and flew away following the sound.

I saw a tall tree falling slowly, and the smoke and dust at the root of the tree cleared away, revealing a tall and thin figure wearing a hood, and another figure who fell to the ground with one foot, as if he had just stepped on it hard. Going up, shifting the center of gravity, slowly lifting the foot, ready to step on it again.

Harry recognized it immediately: "Tom!"

Turning over and jumping off the broom, he saw clearly that the person lying on the ground and bound by the silver rope had the appearance of a black dog's head!

His scalp was numb, and he ran to Tom to stop him. While pulling his arm, he looked at the familiar wizard with a dog's head on the ground in disbelief: "Small, Sirius...?"

He is very familiar with the Godfather's Animagus, especially in the recent period. In order to follow him all the time, Sirius maintains the form of Animagus almost [-]/[-], and only returns to human form occasionally when no one is around. He chatted a few words.

Once, for convenience, Sirius even tried changing his head to talk to him, but he almost lost his vision forever because of the dislocation of the head-body connection.Hermione scolded them all week for it, and Harry strongly objected to his partial transformation for it.

Unexpectedly, this time he not only underwent dangerous local deformation of the head again, but was also beaten like this.

Harry guessed naturally that Tom had pushed him so.

After all, apart from Dumbledore, he had never seen a wizard who could pose any real threat to Tom on a non-Muggle day...

Just as a trace of anger crossed Harry's mind, he noticed Tom's rare state in a blink of an eye.

There was a hole in the hood, and a bloodstain was cut on the skin of the face covered by it, as if it had just been born, and a drop of blood slid down the beautiful outline.

Harry pulled his shoulder nervously, trying to see clearly: "How did it happen? Was it a werewolf?"

He suddenly remembered that there was such a wizard... Snape was the one who secretly changed the potion.

Tom's other arm was out of the corner of his eye, and Harry noticed that half of his robe had been torn, the white sleeve on the inside in particular.

As far as the fighting level of the Dark Lord is concerned, such an image can be described as embarrassing.

He suddenly realized that the godfather might really be a threat to him.

"It's not a werewolf...it's about the same."

Tom couldn't hear the emotion, and turned his head and nodded at the figure on the ground.

"It's a dog."

"Wow—!"

Sirius on the ground resisted and struggled, and the state of the dog's head could only bark, which seemed to confirm his words.

Harry bent down to help Sirius up and asked how he was doing.Tom observed coldly, and suddenly shouted sharply: "Get out of the way, Harry!"

A spell blasted them away, and Sirius bit the air viciously, making a clang of teeth.

Sand and mud splashed everywhere, and Harry sat on the ground, unable to believe he was being attacked by Sirius.

Tom stood in front of him, his wand controlling the rope that hoisted Sirius up the tree.

"Why..." Harry stood up, still in disbelief, trying to get closer, "Sirius..."

Tom stopped him.

"He obviously didn't master this kind of magic well."

He commented with a sneer: "If you want to surprise me, you have to activate a partial Animagus in the limited time, so that simplified brain can only remember to frantically bite the enemies around you, and can't tell who you are at all."

Harry saw him being tied to the upper body and kicking his legs in the air, worried and angry: "Why, Sirius? Have you found Lupine?"

Tom raised an eyebrow: "Lupine?"

Harry gave a brief explanation, followed by worries: "Did you see Lupine, among those...or escaped werewolves?"

There are so many werewolves, like ants, how could they all see clearly.

thought Tom.But he said, "No."

Then stared at Harry and fell silent.

Harry seemed to believe it, and with a sigh, he took out two wands and handed him the yew one.

"Is it because of this that you were injured because you didn't have your own wand?"

Harry asked.

Tom was a little surprised he thought about this.

While Sirius did pose some threat, it was nowhere near enough to force him to use his wand difference.

But he still said, "Yes."

It couldn't be more convenient to arouse the boy's guilt.

But Harry became suspicious and stared at him: "You answered a little too bluntly...you know, Tom, it's usually a characteristic of you not telling the truth."

Tom actually laughed.

"How are you so smart?"

Harry gave him a blank look, ignoring these considerations, pointed his holly wand at the restless Sirius on the tree, and cast the Petrifying Charm cruelly, to control him, and then let him down slowly.

"Untie the rope, Tom." Harry looked at him sincerely, without reproach or pleading, just stating, "He's no longer a threat."

"..."

Tom found himself unable to say no.

He obviously didn't want to agree at all...

With a twitching jerk of the yew wand, the silver cord lost its strength, but bound like any other cord.

"Thank you."

Harry didn't mind his passive sabotage, and he patiently untied the rope bit by bit while explaining in words.

"Sirius almost couldn't recover last time, I must take him to the medical wing as soon as possible, otherwise I don't know what the risk will be if it takes too long..."

... When did the savior become so difficult to deal with?

Tom frowned secretly, finding himself hating that thank you very much.

I hate boys who are completely focused on other people now.

This disgust even drove him to do something to resolve it.

Annoyed, he tore off his unwearable robe, threw it aside, came across to Harry, and grabbed the mane of the dog's head, successfully attracting Harry's attention.

"Be gentle..." Harry said distressedly, "That's Sirius' hair."

Tom shot him a sideways look, and said in a serious tone, "I can transform him back without going to the medical wing."

... Maybe Harry would be more relieved if his eyes weren't so murderous.

"...That's too much trouble for you..." He politely refused.

Tom narrowed his eyes: "Why are you being polite to me?"

Harry was stunned, huh?

By his gangster logic... when did he allow him to be rude?

The robber regained his true colors in the next second, twisted Sirius' head, and said impatiently: "Or I can get rid of him here, and there will be no trouble at all."

"No, no, no..." Harry hurriedly hugged Sirius' petrified dog head, "I'd better trouble you."

"Let go of that dog's head first!" Tom suppressed his temper, "Come here, get behind me."

Harry let go of Sirius hesitantly, like a lover who is reluctantly saying goodbye.

Tom sneered angrily, but Harry was almost on his back, almost holding his wrists to keep from casting the Unforgivable Curse.

How to put it... barely suppressed his reason.

As soon as Sirius recovered from that dazed and beastly state, he met the expectant Harry, almost thinking that he had returned to the light.

"Harry...?"

"Sirius!" Harry jumped at him overjoyed, but a hand grabbed the back of his collar and shook his arm at him from the air.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Voldemort behind him with a dark face, and said disgustedly: "You don't need to remind him what his name is, Harry."

Before Sirius had adjusted his hatred and defended Harry, the savior who was raptured straightened up indifferently, turned his head and hugged him and kissed him happily!

"You are amazing!" He flattered exaggeratedly, "You are the best Dark Lord who restores magic I have ever seen!"

Voldemort's face turned pale, and he felt something was wrong: "Have you seen other Dark Lords?"

"..."

There seemed to be a thunderbolt from the sky, and Sirius felt that there must be something wrong with his Animagus.

Neither Harry nor Voldemort is normal! !