The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

When Harry returned to Hogwarts, he went straight to the bathroom with a guilty conscience and spent a long time tidying himself up before he calmed down from the frantic vortex of desire.

When passing through the secret passage, the locket suddenly appeared and pushed him down involuntarily, wanting to carry out the long-promised "proof" in the darkness.

——"There is no longer your principal here."

The scent of the locket clings to him, coaxing airtightly.

As soon as Harry raised his hand, it was restrained and placed on top of his head.

——"You don't want to resist me, Harry. Horcruxes can absorb the life force of those who trust him at any time. I can make you weak, powerless to resist, and unconscious..."

——"Because your heart has already allowed me to enter the land of no one."

……

Looking carefully in the mirror, his lips were still slightly red and swollen. Harry curled up in his heart, and immediately buried himself under the faucet, and rinsed for a long time before he could finally suppress the depression of impatience.

On the one hand, he felt that he shouldn't, and insisted not to make it to the end; on the other hand, he was revenged by the locket, which could not be relieved, and the pain and longing were intertwined.

Suppressing the sexy panting face in his mind, he shook his head vigorously to shake off the water droplets, and absently cast the Drying Charm.

——"After I die, there is no power to suppress him. Harry, this is the moment when Voldemort fully reveals the darkness in his heart."

——“He will do whatever he wants with no scruples like he has ever done before… including you.”

Harry muttered this paragraph silently, feeling the edge of his reason becoming weaker and weaker.

Do whatever...he always does, doesn't he?

But this time, it really feels different... Appearing blatantly, although still casting the usual confusion spell, but in terms of behavior, they don't care about covering up at all, including their identities and methods, as well as their relationship...

As it turned out, he had never been - in Harry's mind - right.

If the rationality can no longer justify itself, the emotion has already been out of control, and I wish I could go to the castle in the air with unknown origin and never return.

He wanted to go back and hug him regardless.

Suddenly, he stopped suppressing himself and let the thought ferment for a while.

Gradually, I felt a kind of fiery peace.

He raised his head to take one last look at himself in the mirror, and walked out of the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Harry took Professor McGonagall back to the secret passage, and got out of the picture frame one after another.

Professor McGonagall let out an exclamation, even though it had been predicted in advance, she still couldn't help the tears in her eyes.

"Albus..."

The painting had been moved and was now next to Dumbledore's body, which they could see as soon as they came out.

Professor McGonagall squatted down tremblingly, and passed by in disbelief.

Harry couldn't bear to look away, and subconsciously searched for Tom's location, only to find that he was no longer there, and he couldn't help but thump in his heart.

——"I know I shouldn't put all my hopes on you, Harry, I owe you too much in this regard. However, I must admit that until now, you are still the only light of salvation for everyone in the wizarding world— —this time, I think, including Voldemort himself."

——"How the Phoenix Society acts depends on its attitude towards you. I have secretly entrusted the necessary people to prepare for the worst."

He didn't know how he could bear such a heavy responsibility and honor.Dumbledore always liked to exaggerate his kindness, but Harry couldn't help cherishing this entrustment.

It was heavy and decisive, full of compassion, and killed his love.

It sounded like a deterrent to Tom, but it also made Harry feel some kind of exhortation.

——If the situation is not right, don't be obsessed with it.

Harry had never been so uneasy as he searched for Tom.

It was completely dark, and roses were everywhere, and even though it was far away, Harry could see the tall and thin figure at a glance. The white shirt was clean and beautiful under the rose bushes, and it didn't look like him anymore.

However, in just a split second, Tom was aware of his gaze, turned his head, and looked into the distance with precision. The familiar dark aura burned along his sight, as if it were real, cold and painful.

He seemed to have just finished some preparations, the tip of the staff exuded a little silver curse light, which fell gently, and Harry only had time to call out to Professor McGonagall, starting from under his feet, complex silver light paths lit up on the ground, In the blink of an eye, the entire hill was covered, as if some ancient and mysterious magic circle had been triggered.

The wolf carcasses that had been cleaned up reappeared, scattered under the flowers and trees, like a harbinger of hell.

"Voldemort?!" Professor McGonagall erected a 12-point vigilance, with his back to protect Dumbledore's body, and stretched out his hand to pull Harry over. "What does he want?"

Harry was still looking at Tom's figure, instead of wanting to defend alongside Professor McGonagall, he even took a few steps forward, as if wanting to get closer to the Dark Lord.

He had a feeling, no, it was Tom's eyes that told him it was for him.

Tom's figure disappeared in place, and appeared behind Harry in an instant, pinching Professor McGonagall's half-extended wrist.

"It seems that there are some things that some people can't understand without explaining them clearly." He slowly moved Professor McGonagall's hand away, with the strength that could almost break the bones, and said each word, "Harry Potter belongs to me. You can't touch a finger. Got it?"

Harry turned around, and met Professor McGonagall's pale astonished expression, and read a bewildered tremor in her eyes.

She seemed suddenly unable to comprehend the scene in front of her. She didn't even care about the pain in her wrist, and just looked at Harry stiffly.

Tom followed her gaze back at his boy, slamming into the depths of those long-awaited green eyes.

Strange... He thought that Harry would definitely look at McGonagall with guilt, just like he did with Black...

Before this doubt could be completed, it was interrupted by Harry's move.

The savior suddenly threw himself into his arms, clasped his arms around his waist, and tightly locked his body behind his waist, his body was airtight, like a large wild animal coquettishly violently.

Professor McGonagall, who witnessed this scene, didn't even have time to drop his jaw, and was dumbfounded in place.

Tom only paused, and put his arms around the head in a well-adapted manner.Skillfully fiddled with white and tender ears from the messy short hair, slightly lowered his head and leaned closer, whispering in a low voice.

"...the locket seems very comfortable, Harry..."

Under Professor McGonagall's gaze, Harry's hands clenched even tighter, and under Tom's gaze, his ears quickly congested and turned red, making him unable to resist biting.

Harry visibly trembled, and raised his head from his arms, and put his head on his shoulder to speak.

"What do you want to do? I just asked Professor McGonagall to help carry the principal's body...I know you don't want to..."

The green eyes crossed the shoulders, met Professor McGonagall's dull gaze, and blinked lightly and slowly.

Professor McGonagall woke up like a dream and didn't seem to recognize him. He looked at them several times before turning around in a daze to deal with Dumbledore's body.

The unknown complex lines on the ground continued to extend, covering all the grass as far as the eye could see, and of course including them under the trees.

Professor McGonagall couldn't figure out the function of the light pattern, so he could only float Dumbledore first, cast a protective spell around him, and move carefully.

Of course Tom was aware of her small movements, but it was obvious that Harry attracted his attention more.Taking a moment to digest some inappropriate thoughts, he picked up his wand again.

The yew wand was still in Harry's hand, and this one was an elder wand.

Before Dumbledore's death, the battle of the Elder Wand was specially completed.

Saying it was a battle, it really gave the old man credit, it was just a simple Seizing Curse.

As a condition, he agreed to hand over the suicide note.Although there is no need to actually fulfill it.

"You'd better look at her a little more, Harry... I promise she will be given special care."

Tom's stick tip began to emit a smoky red substance, and it dispersed without wind, and it floated several feet away in the blink of an eye.

Harry ignored the objection, and only had time to say to Professor McGonagall: "Be careful, Professor McGonagall, come this way!"

Tom only pinched his soft flesh punishingly, and let him wave at the dead bodies behind him.

The red smoke started from the tip of the stick, flowed to the slope, and quickly developed into a waterfall-like scale, falling on the glowing ground lines, instantly dyeing those silver lights red, turning the general lines into red, those ground lines As if being stimulated, the pattern instantly brightened a few degrees, and a real flame spewed out in an instant, scorching everything on the ground!

The flame was fleeting, as if it was born for purification, the smoke and vegetation were all burned out, and the light of the ground pattern returned to silver, and then slowly extinguished, disappearing without a trace.

However, the affected corpses left behind scorched and desolate scenes, even the rose transformed by the Dark Lord himself was no exception.It looks like an ancient battlefield that has experienced fierce fighting.

Harry and McGonagall stood where the smoke had originated, both stunned by the astonishing devastation.Professor McGonagall's complexion changed, he wanted to accuse this behavior, and realized that it was meaningless to the culprit, and it might lead to more consequences, so he had nothing to say for a while.

Harry was a little puzzled.Although Tom did all kinds of evil, he rarely did meaningless persecution, especially in front of him.

"What's the matter?" This time his tone was a bit concerned, and the heat in his heart also calmed down a lot.

Tom pointed the elderberry at his palm without saying a word, and slowly cut a gash, and blood gushed out.

"Tom?!" Harry was really startled, and grabbed his wrist, "Are you crazy? What's this for?"

Professor McGonagall was also slightly surprised, but her reaction was to protect Dumbledore's body behind her more vigilantly.

Tom covered Harry's face forcefully with bloody hands, staining half of his face with his own blood, and said slowly: "How are you going to explain to the audience participating in the exhibition game? The defense is like a sieve, Let the werewolves come and go, the patrol is useless, and it depends on the audience to save themselves... After finally retreating back to the castle, instead of sticking to the ground to appease the crowd, the principal ran out halfway to make a mystery, and then came back unscathed to enjoy the reward?"

The words stopped Harry and McGonagall.

"If Harry's headmaster position cannot be kept, I will not give it up to others."

He glanced at Professor McGonagall with undisguised contempt.

"You guess, at the critical moment, the head of Slytherin, who sealed the ground and wiped out the werewolves, is qualified to inherit the position of headmaster?"

Professor McGonagall's lips had lost all color.

"But I'm not interested in that position. After I get it, I'll just throw it to the death eaters who are pleasing to the eye, and then turn Hogwarts into a base camp for cultivating followers of the Dark Lord. If you can't learn black magic, you can't graduate. Everyone can get it." Proud of the Dark Mark... Tell me, how long will it take to turn the entire wizarding world into my one-word house?"

Not just Professor McGonagall, even Harry heard him describe his dark ambitions for the first time.

Professor McGonagall directly retorted angrily: "Impossible! Don't think that everyone will succumb!"

"Impossible?" Tom found it ridiculous. "I'll kill anyone who doesn't give in. Do you think it's enough? Are there really so many people who aren't afraid?"

With Dumbledore's body still behind him, Professor McGonagall felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, but he still held his wand tightly with his back straight.

"...you can stand up even if you are afraid," she said. "Courage is always in my heart."

"What a meaningless pretty word."

Tom commented dryly.I think talking to her is better than whipping Dumbledore's corpse.

But he just continued to smear the blood down Harry's chest.

This time it was stopped.

"Enough." Harry's voice was slightly hoarse, looking at his bloody hand, "If you only need blood, use mine."

Harry moved so fast that Tom couldn't stop him from activating the Severing Charm, only to break it off in a huff.

"Harry!" The red in his eyes brightened.

"I don't like people who care about getting hurt, Tom." Harry dodged his attempt to catch his arm to heal, and fixed his eyes on him. "Especially you."

"..." Tom narrowed his eyes and put out his bloody hands, "Come here, let's treat together."

Harry put his arm up obediently.

Professor McGonagall began to admire the Savior a little.

[You're not really into killing, Tom. 】Harry suddenly said in Parseltongue,【What exactly do you want to do? 】

Tom's movements stopped, and the healing spell cast by the elder wand was particularly powerful, and it only took one stroke to heal the wound Harry had cut indiscriminately.

He pinched there viciously, causing Harry to twitch his hand in pain, before he healed his hand injury leisurely.

"Our good old man Dumbledore found an evil black magic circle here. He wanted to crack it, but attracted a werewolf guarding him. He had no choice but to go back to Hogwarts, but he was trapped by the magic circle and died of a curse. .”

He opened his mouth and began to make up stories, from beginning to end.

"The access to Hogwarts was thus exposed to this dangerous group, which led to the chaos of the exhibition match. Headmaster Potter turned the tide, protected the students from retreating safely, and traced to the source of the invasion, saving Headmaster Slytherin's life." , retrieved the body of the former headmaster. Remember, McGonagall?"

Professor McGonagall was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to answer yes or not.

Harry also felt incredible: "So... these silver lights are black magic circles?"

Tom rolled his eyes: "It was drawn blindly in runes, with some unpopular black magic attached. Just an illusion of the endgame is enough. Few people in the world understand magic circles, let alone extremely dangerous and complicated black magic." formation."

"Then why do you insist on using your own blood..."

"It's only realistic if you get hurt a little bit. I will kill you first, and you will come after me later, so I have to be the one who gets hurt, so that you can win people's hearts."

Speaking of this, he changed into that vicious tone again.

"Or...do you want me to be the principal?"

But Harry was immune to it.

"Do you have to make yourself look hateful?"

Tom raised his beautiful eyebrows: "I thought I was evil."

"I know you don't care..." Harry said, "but I do. I hope Professor McGonagall and the others can feel more comfortable seeing us together, instead of always being afraid to move like seeing a Bludger about to explode."

The rumored Professor McGonagall coughed in embarrassment, trying to adjust his expression, but was not very successful. He only managed to stop staring at the two foolishly.

Fortunately, not long after, the Dark Lord and the Savior finally decided to put their Bludger love aside, and go back to school to place the body and clean up the mess.

Looking at the island for the last time, Professor McGonagall suddenly murmured, "This island...where is the other side?"

Harry and Tom had already entered the portrait first, Dumbledore's body was also floating in, and no one could answer her.

She just thought she had heard about this small island somewhere, and she didn't expect to be answered, but a girl's voice said softly: "It's the European continent... Over there, it seems to be in the direction of Germany."

She turned her head and saw Arianna was catching her brother's body in the portrait, and pointed thoughtfully to the distance outside the painting.

"Before my brother died, I was asking myself if I did something wrong... Maybe I should go to Germany."

said the girl.

"I don't understand, he is so powerful, how could he be wrong?"

Professor McGonagall was shocked and speechless.

After a long while, he said, "The reason why he...is so good is because he knows that he will make mistakes."