The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

On a small seaside island in the east of England, the forest borders a vast meadow that stretches all the way to the sandy beach off the coast.

Across the wide strait is the vast European continent.From time to time, local residents pass by by boat, but no one has ever seen the island.Because it is shrouded in ancient magic, it is a magical island that only wizards can see.

Harry followed Tom out of a small lighted window, stunned by what he saw.

They stood on a high place, and the whole hill was covered with lush green grass, only a tall hawthorn tree was planted at the top.The corpses of werewolves were piled up under the tree roots, and some of them fell out because they couldn't be piled up, and they were sparsely distributed on the slope.

Unlike the ones cursed with roses in the school, they died cleanly without any trace, as if someone was guarding the exit of the secret passage, intercepting and killing them all.

"This is..." Harry had just had the thought when he saw another Tom.

Unlike the one walking in front, he was still wearing a Slytherin school uniform, and he was of an age Harry was familiar with. He stood idly by the pile of wolf carcasses and played with the wand in his hand, as if to verify Harry's conjecture.

Seeing them coming out, he turned his eyes and looked at Harry with great interest, then handed the elder wand to the main body without squinting, and disappeared with a mysterious smile.

Tom looked back at him, and Harry asked, "The crown...?"

"Not bad." Tom also showed the same mysterious smile, "Miss him?"

"..." Harry inexplicably felt that it was a proposition, and asked cautiously, "Do you want it?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders in a very agreeable way.

"It depends."

Harry hung his head, thought for a moment, and answered unexpectedly.

"I do miss the time when you were him. However, I don't know what you did to yourself, or your Horcrux, what is his situation now. So... I miss you at that time, But don't really miss the crown."

Tom's eyes darkened, and he looked at him for a while without speaking.

Harry was terrified by him, subconsciously shifted his gaze, and made a new discovery.

The exit of the secret passage they climbed out of was not a small window seen from the inside, but a painting.

The picture is crowded and dimly lit, which feels consistent with the passage they walked through.But at this moment, a girl's face suddenly protruded from the side of the screen, looking at Harry timidly.

Perhaps her fear was too obvious, Harry gave her a friendly smile, and the girl shrank back in some panic.

"..." Harry was a little embarrassed and embarrassed to ask.

Tom came over to wrap him in his arms and dragged him away forcefully punishingly.

"Wait, wait, it hurts..."

He pushed so hard that Harry's shoulder blades were crushed so painfully that he twisted and was forced to follow him around the pile of wolf carcasses and to the other side of the tree.

Then lost his voice for an instant.

Because Dumbledore was leaning against the tree, as if just falling asleep.

Harry stared blankly, rooting in place.

Tom let go of him silently, and turned down the hill to relax, out of sight and out of mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Harry slowly approached him, knelt down to look at him, and it took another long time.

The calm atmosphere around the old man was incompatible with the mountain of corpses one step away.But it seems that there is a kind of magic power that pushes away those darkness, exuding tranquility and peace alone.

By the time Harry noticed, he had already stretched out his hand to check the old man's breath.

It was as if the body itself was stubbornly expecting a last-second miracle.

... Sure enough, there was no breathing.

His gaze moved away from the old man's face dully, and fell on the scorched right hand.

Those scorched black marks have extended from the fingers to the entire hand, all the way to the forearm that can be seen from the cuff, and there is no end in sight.

But Harry knew that it should have reached the heart.

He took out the suicide note that had just been unsealed, and read the beginning again.

In slightly embarrassed handwriting, the old headmaster wrote unhurriedly:

"Dear Harry,

By the time you read this letter, I should be dead.Don't worry, I'll explain it to you first.After all, old people always have a lot to say, and only when you feel at ease can you see the many nagging behind.

The good news is that my death was not an accident, it was doomed a year ago.So don't grieve for me.I have enough time to arrange the last period of my life, which is far more happy than sudden death.

The bad news is that the cause of death was a curse, and the wizard who cast the curse is the one we all know.But here is a fact, I hope you can take it into consideration - I took the curse voluntarily, in order to kill, and did kill, a piece of the soul of the culprit.In a way, it was his counterattack in self-defense.Not trying to excuse him, just not wanting some important details to be overlooked by - especially you.

To be honest, Harry, this is the first time I've tried to speak up for Voldemort.The taste is really wonderful, hehe...

Regarding this curse, I never explained it clearly to you, no matter what Voldemort said, I think it is necessary to let you know my version before I die.

It's an ancient emotion-triggering curse.Part of the reason why I fell for it was that I underestimated the emotional energy Voldemort could generate-it is true that this curse is very superb, but it is very unlike Tom's cast-

It's not that I'm belittling, but from what I've known of him since childhood, it's almost impossible for him to have the deep emotions needed to produce this curse—it's true that Voldemort has many negative emotions, but very few positive or negative emotions Can be long, not to mention profound.So no matter how strong those anger and killing intent are, they are at best just emotions, not emotions.Even the me he hates the most (and maybe you once), the hatred he gets is quite superficial-you may be surprised, but it is true.As a comparison, you can refer to the hatred of many members of the Order of the Phoenix towards him and the Death Eaters, which may be better understood.

Deep feelings are at the heart of this curse.

It wasn't until later that I figured out that it should be because his fear of death was deep enough—even though it is very rare to use this kind of emotion as the basis of the curse, for him, it was the only feasible choice—so the curse could succeed Protective magic embedded in Horcruxes.

The reason for this is that the curse is not only temporary.While the curse is in me, the emotion from the source of the curse can still profoundly affect its potency.

Once as one of the conditions of admission to the school, Voldemort promised to relieve the curse for me and delay the time of death.I was amazed at the time—to tell the truth, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that can stop his hatred for me, even if it’s not that deep—and it actually worked out, as I expected: he could Relief is very limited.

Of course, we'd all guess he did it on purpose.But you must know that based on his dislike for me, the act of postponing death itself is enough to deepen the curse-just not getting worse, it is a result of his efforts.

What's more, my curse is really relieved.

Originating from the injured right hand, the curse has been eroding the rest of my body, and when it penetrates enough deadly organs, I will die.So at the beginning, it was just my right hand that was a little inflexible. When it entered the lung cavity, it was probably difficult for me to move. When it entered the heart, I really had no vitality.At this point you may ask, why not choose to cut off all the right hand before it goes deep, so as to prevent future troubles?

This is the sophistication of curse magic.Even if the right hand is cut off, the curse still exists.That is to say, if I get a new arm, the curse will reappear; even if I don't want this arm forever, the curse will not disappear, it will continue in the form of a "ghost", as if I There is also a ghostly arm that continues to erode along it until it reaches my deadly part and kills me.

To some extent, it can be considered that this is a curse that acts on the soul, and the body cannot get rid of it.

Of course, it is not completely helpless.Such as some complex potion to strengthen my bodily functions against the rapid erosion of the curse.But the only way to eradicate it is to dispel the hatred from the source of the curse.

We all know that is impossible.

Just mitigating it has gone way beyond my expectations.

I usually cover it up a little bit, so no one knows, at one point the dark spot spread to my arm, but then it actually came back to my wrist.

It was probably then that I became convinced that something profoundly changed in Voldemort that no one knew about.

I never thought it would be your love affair.

... "

Dumbledore's letter was very long, and the opening paragraph alone took up two full pages.

But Harry was not in a hurry, he wanted to slow down, and then slowly, it would be best if he could just read slowly until ten years later.

But the stack of paper was far from thick enough, and the two-page explanation of the cause of death seemed to have consumed a year's worth in advance.

He didn't even want to continue reading, he just wanted to read these two pages over and over again, memorize every sentence written by the old man, understand thoroughly, think clearly, calm down, and continue reading.

But those two sentences are really eye-catching.He couldn't help it.

I have tried to restrain myself several times, thinking that it would be good to know the cause of death, not if Tom did it himself... At this time, facing the corpse, I couldn't restrain myself after all.