The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

No one knew exactly what time Harry went to bed that night, since he and Head Slytherin were not present at the staff table the next morning anyway.

He did not appear in the auditorium alone until dinner.

Professor McGonagall observed around him, and he breathed a sigh of relief that there was no mysterious person.

"Albus' funeral arrangements are made."

No sooner had Harry sat down than he heard her whisper.Startled slightly, he thanked her in a low voice.

This reminded him of an entrustment in the suicide note, he seemed to be able to think of a way out of the current situation, and looked up unconsciously.

Professor McGonagall asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask Madam Pomfrey about the condition of the wounded."

Many spectators were bitten by werewolves. Fortunately, almost no students were killed.Adult wizards have stronger resistance and magic power, and were sent to the medical wing immediately last night. Madam Pomfrey was so busy that she roared, and no one dared to stay there any longer.

Harry had no choice but to count the number of people and hospital beds overnight, arrange for Hogwarts patrols to help, and return to the hall by himself to arrange the rectification and safe evacuation of the survivors.

Except for the Death Eaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix who needed to negotiate, most of the audience left overnight.Only the wounded remained to worry about.

Harry had set an alarm for this morning and wanted to go to the medical wing to check.After moving his body for a while, he was held down by Tom with low pressure, his long hand crossed his head, and removed the tombstone beside the bed.I scratched it with my fingertips a few times, then turned around and told him that the arrangements were made, and then pushed him back into the quilt involuntarily...

Then there's the reason why he showed up so late.

"Madame Pomfrey was too busy to eat, so I delivered the breakfast."

The speaker had no intention of the listener, and Professor McGonagall's words made Harry feel hot on his face.

"But you don't have to worry. She said that a group of people came suddenly in the morning and sent the most critical ones to St. Mungo's. Now the patients in the medical wing are all with minor injuries."

"A group of people came?" Harry thought it was Tom's arrangement.

"The school council and some St. Mungo's physicians." Professor McGonagall paused, a faint crack appeared on his meticulous face, "Madame Pomfrey thinks... there are a few Death Eaters in there."

Harry restrained himself from laughing, and let out a dry oh.

They fell into a tacit and awkward knowing.

No one wants to, or doesn't know how to break.

Professor McGonagall surreptitiously observed his reaction, and hesitantly mentioned another matter.

"By the way... I found a lot of Death Eaters standing outside the principal's office, saying they wanted to find you. It's been a long time. Have you seen them?"

Harry froze, he spent last night in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, of course it was no use guarding the headmaster's office...

"...What do you want me to do?"

he asked calmly.

"Miss Granger said, those people have offended you, and I'm afraid I can't sleep well now."

Professor McGonagall did not doubt him, and stated solemnly.

"With all due respect, they are all treacherous and cunning people who are accustomed to adapting to the wind. Don't take it lightly, Principal Potter."

The last title made Harry's eyes warm slightly, and a heavy weight fell on his shoulders.

"You're right, Professor McGonagall," he replied in a low voice, "I'll pay attention."

Dumbledore's obituary is all over the wizarding world, and it is as shocking as the werewolf's riot.

Hogwarts decided to hold a funeral for the great headmaster on campus.Due to the lessons learned from what just happened, only some close people were invited.

Hogwarts was very silent that day, and people seemed to be immersed in a delayed death, unable to make a sound.

There are mournful dirges floating everywhere, and countless white flowers are spinning and floating in the air, spreading sorrow and joy for people on the vast lawn.

The Mourning Blossom is the latest hemp modification that Harry has received sponsorship from the Ministry of Magic.The flower center is a honeycomb-shaped sound hole, and the flower handle is made of a recently common magic power converter, which can automatically absorb the magic power dissipated nearby and convert it into Muggle power for use.

Many conservatives are very disgusted with this kind of abuse of Muggle energy. Harry has been able to read a lot of criticisms from the newspapers about the former director of the Department of Hemp, Crowell, saying that he is a crazier Muggle than Dumbledore. After taking office as the director of Auror, he even used his power to infiltrate hemp modified products to obtain huge profits.

Harry and Crowell had had a one-sided friendship for a long time, and had been trying to help with something.So it was decided to use this new type of mourning flower to replace the broadcasting magic that required a lot of manpower to arrange at funerals in the past.

The final effect was very good, which saved Professor McGonagall a lot of effort, and greatly changed her view of hemp-modified products. She even came to Harry to ask more about the popular hemp-modified products that she was originally biased against.

Harry directly introduced Hermione to her—through the werewolf incident, the Gryffindor girl had become friends with Crowe, and they also made an appointment to go to the Auror Department for an internship in the summer.

Let's not mention these later things.

A wizard's sad mood tends to produce a weak magical dissipation, and thus attracts dirge flowers, which gather around the person who emanates energy.

The gray-haired old wizard, the couple who rushed here, the young students... stepped forward one by one to mourn.The mourning flowers more or less gathered around him wonderfully showed everyone's degree of grief for the death of the old principal.

Those young wizards who cried bitterly could gather a lot of mourning flowers, but they always dispersed after a while.

Often the older the old friend, the longer the flowers of sorrow and joy around him will last forever.Their sorrow is less, but more difficult to let go.

And those pretending Death Eaters couldn't even attract a single flower, and their inner gloating was fully exposed.

Professor McGonagall frowned repeatedly, worried that the savior was young and energetic, and he was angry for no reason.

Looking sideways, I found that he was standing upright on the spot, without the slightest fluctuation in his expression. No matter who was expressing condolences, he looked at him calmly, as if he had infinite patience, but also seemed to have lost his heart at all.

But when it was his turn to step forward, at some point, there were already several mourning flowers around him.

He stood there for a long time, still without any sadness on his face.

Only the sad and happy flowers around me are flying more and more.

Ron and Hermione looked at him from the crowd, obviously already mourning, but their hearts were once again filled with ambiguous sadness.

They stood quietly next to each other, and the common adversity of the Werewolf Rebellion quietly resolved the stalemate that had already deteriorated.

From the weary walk into the Gryffindor lounge after it was all over, the carelessness of two tormented minds led them to sit in adjacent seats without thinking.

Looking at each other for a moment, casually but destined, I missed the old friendship.

So the long stalemate ended quietly.

Ron still searched for signs of Malfoy from time to time, but Hermione didn't look sideways, only paying attention to Harry.

This seemed to give the former some kind of guidance, and he quickly gave up the meaningless search and looked at his old friend together.

Both of them were silent, they were obviously concerned, but they didn't come forward.

Now there is an invisible barrier around the savior, and no one dares to approach it.

It's not that he has become worse; on the contrary, the young headmaster has become more and more peaceful and restrained in his dealings with others, and he rarely loses his temper.

However, under this calm appearance, the former Pole School has been hit hard.

The pioneer Feng Nando died on the battlefield, and the Ministry of Magic's explanation for this is only a small obituary in the sidebar of an unpopular newspaper.

If it weren't for the identity of the Wizengamot clerk, there might not even be such an announcement.

The sudden death of an important person, no one dared to say a word, the truth behind it is frightening.

There have been many internal discussions among the Death Eaters. After all, it is the famous person who was once favored. Even if the Dark Lord wants to kill, he should not be so rash and casual.

However, no one dared to inquire about the Dark Lord even if he had guessed.

But if you don't figure out the cause and effect, it is inevitable that everyone will be in danger.

In the end, the cunning and cunning Gargson came up with a clever plan.Deliberately arguing in front of Bellatrix, intending to use her jealousy to test the truth.

In the end, Bellatrix did not explode as expected. Instead, with a sullen face, he mocked contemptuously: "Fonnando is also worthy of being partial, I think you were fooled by him. You still can't see Is there anyone who favors him? The master just looks pleasing to the eye and wants this kind of face to appear more often around him."

She pulled the sneer at the corner of her mouth, contemptuously.

"Fonnando was just tolerated a few more offenses by his master in a good mood, and he didn't know how big he was. He felt that he was more favored than the original owner, and he dared to ride on the original owner's head. Who would die if he didn't die? The master did it himself, On the contrary, it’s cheaper for him! It’s different for you, and you will have opportunities to get ‘rewards’ slowly in the future, hehe…”

After some words, Porter Pai's face turned green and pale.

The subsequent series of changes can be described as devastating and irresistible.

First, the special committee announced its dissolution for no reason, and the power was officially transferred to the new principal; then, the Carlo brothers and sisters were dismissed one after another, and their courses were taken by temporarily selected seventh-grade students, and the seventh-grade classes were replaced by other professors in shifts. teach.

In the end, even the officials of the Ministry of Magic who only entered the school for inspection for a period of time were impeached by Auror Minister Crowe and suspended for investigation on charges of obstructing school security.

On the contrary, it only played sidelines from beginning to end, and the first death eater Gagson who surrendered after the accident escaped unharmed.

He was the first to notice the shortage of Hogwarts staff.He hurriedly took a long vacation, ran to the young headmaster and eagerly volunteered to be responsible for the teaching tasks of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, and used his previous Auror experience as a guarantee.

Harry, who was inexperienced and inexperienced at the time, was easily persuaded.Gargson switched to the pro-Potter faction so quickly and accurately.

The once-massive Pervert faction collapsed.

Countless Death Eaters hated Gagson while trying to imitate him, surrounding Harry looking for opportunities to surrender.

It's a pity that Harry, who was instructed by their immediate boss - the Dark Lord himself - never gave them a chance to play.

— "Please Gagson to help, you have a good eye, Harry."

When Tom learned of this, his face was full of evil taste that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

…Harry knew immediately that he had done something stupid again.

— "Entertained you well, didn't it?"

--"really."

Tom admits shamelessly, gets up and walks over to him to look over his signed employment papers.

——"However, you also know that with me around, no Death Eater can become an obstacle. It's just that this guy has more eyes, and it's hard for you to handle."

Calm down by his attitude, Harry silently nodded regretfully.In Tom's eyes, there was a hint of obedience, and he moved slightly in his heart, reaching out to stroke his messy short hair, joking in a good mood.

——"Have a little snack next time, my headmaster, there are so many death eaters who are speculative."

Harry let him rub him indulgently, raised his head slightly against the harsh force on his head, and looked at him with emerald green eyes.

——"So, my subordinates... so you know too..."

Tom leaned down to meet his gaze and whispered in his ear.

— "Not only do I know, but I plan to clean up the useless waste. Be careful, Harry."

The invisible killing intent spread out in his soft voice, penetrating like sound waves, pervasive.

"Help me observe them... who should be killed."

……

Of course, it was impossible for Harry to provide Tom with a list of kills. They even had three chapters of the contract about avoiding killing as much as possible when they were in the castle, which is still in force today.Harry took advantage of it, trying to get Tom to use various methods of 'cleaning up' other than killing people.

He never imagined that one day he would worry about saving the lives of Death Eaters.

The future and fate of these people are all hanging in his mind.

Although it was not obvious on the surface, the shock in his heart made Harry confused for several days, and he would subconsciously take a detour when he saw Death Eaters.It wasn't until the funeral matters were finalized that they almost calmed down.

The after effects can be significant.

Not only would he not be aroused by the Death Eaters, but he would also find it difficult to be pleasing by their subtle fawning, and he was no longer afraid of facing their tricks of insinuation and begging.

—he could hardly feel any real affection for them.

When you know that the life and death of the other party is nothing more than a thought of your own, it is really difficult to care about those insignificant fame and fortune.

He even had a vague sense of Tom's feelings—why he is impatient with most people, doesn't like to explain himself, always orders others as he pleases, disregards other people's wishes, and has no regrets...

Not that he has become like this either.It's just...well, sometimes, just occasionally—he's subconsciously thinking something like that.

He noticed something was wrong, tried his best to correct himself, and avoided getting too much with unfamiliar people, so as to reduce the deterioration of the situation.

But that kind of change still seeped out silently, making people feel a vague sense of distance.

Tom said it was a good thing, that he had finally grown up.

Harry felt ashamed and blamed himself in front of Dumbledore's coffin.

- "You are worth everything."

The old headmaster said so in his last words.

But... really?

Harry thought he would never be able to enjoy disregarding others like Tom, nor be able to be as optimistic about people as the Headmaster.

Why on earth...whether Tom or Dumbledore...why on earth would you choose him?

The sky was gray, and there was a fine drizzle without warning.