The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The funeral crowd chanted the rain-proof spell one after another, and Hermione took the initiative to organize the work of allocating umbrellas, and resolved the harmless light rain in a busy and orderly manner.

Only the savior stood alone, letting the drizzle wet the corners of his clothes and hair.

An umbrella was propped over his head, and he looked sideways slightly.

Ron scratched his nose and asked him, "Why are you standing there?"

"..." Harry moved his lips and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Ron held up the umbrella, neither to leave nor to stay - the Death Eaters looked at them with speculative eyes, even if he didn't know the dark lord's horrible past, he could not help but feel bad instinctively - begged him embarrassingly: "Take it quickly."

"No need." Harry said indifferently, "It's not raining heavily, let's have a shower."

Ron sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "My condolences."

After thinking about it, he left Harry with a waterproof spell, at least to prevent rainwater from penetrating his skin.

A fleeting smile appeared on Harry's lips, like a sense of meaninglessness, and quickly disappeared.

He felt hopeless.Throughout Dumbledore's funeral, his mind was full of the culprit, always thinking about what Tom was doing.

Even the reunion of old friends can't make his mind stay longer.

He was thrown on the bed last night and slept alone until dawn.

Because when the atmosphere was right, he insisted on asking the question of what to do with Snape.

The former Potions Master is still out in the dungeons of Tintar Castle.

Dumbledore said something in his suicide note, hoping that Harry would change his mind.

Harry mostly already knew, and knew what the Headmaster meant - hoped Snape would be treated kindly by him -

If he heard Dumbledore say that in person, Harry would definitely refute it directly.But now that the deceased was the big one, he felt guilty, so he couldn't ignore this small request.

The result was that Tom tortured him until he couldn't move.Then, when he needed him most, he mercilessly got out of bed and left.

There was no one to be seen the next morning, until now.

He, damn it, wasn't angry at all.

At the principal's funeral, in front of the still-sleeping coffin, he thought of the culprit without any hatred.

Even this self-blame has gradually lost the power to shake the soul.

While blaming himself, he thought even more humiliatingly, was what happened yesterday enough for him to calm down?How long do you plan to not see each other?Tomorrow is the weekend, and I was supposed to teach him magic...

Cranky, self-loathing and self-abandonment.Two completely contradictory emotions can develop together in peace and harmony, which can be regarded as one of the most remarkable skills he has developed in love with the Dark Lord.

he thought sarcastically.

The sad and happy flowers gradually gathering around her are an illusion of deception.

As if he had grieved so much over Dumbledore's death - and while he did grieve violently, at least not now - in fact, only half of his pain came from the headmaster's departure, and the other half was just a long-standing backlog It's just a mutual catalysis of my self-loathing and last night's emotions.

The light rain was soft and soft, and protected by Ron's spell, he didn't feel anything after being drenched for a while.

Instead, the crowd who had originally planned to disperse, seeing him like this, regrouped in front of the former headmaster's spirit.

Mostly Hogwarts students, with many red Gryffindor ribbons discreetly adorning their gowns.They looked at him reverently, put away their umbrellas in a similar manner, and followed the rain in silence.

Hermione was a little worried.Harry still didn't understand the influence he now had over many people, especially those members of the Potter Cult.

They are very different from the messianic worshipers of the past.Perhaps having experienced joint battles and witnessed the miracle of teenagers turning the tide, they developed an almost blind admiration for the savior.Worshipers of the savior in the past might have stepped forward and struggled to hold an umbrella for him, but the current Potter cult members will only follow Harry's approach, thinking that the savior must have a profound reason for not getting wet, and instead of daring to disturb, they must Reflect on why you can't do it.

"Why doesn't Harry have an umbrella?"

Hermione couldn't see it, and asked Ron for the answer.

"But... many people will get sick if this continues." She disagreed.

"Then you go." Ron glanced at the mourning flower beside Harry, "He's in such a bad mood now, I don't want to bother him again."

Hermione frowned slightly, Sirius returned to Grimmauld Place, and now Harry couldn't find another suitable person beside him... She could only disturb him.

Turning around to find the second umbrella, he stopped after taking two steps.

Not far away, two or three figures had attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered the arena, and they were walking in Harry's direction.

The tall man headed by him is tall and straight, holding a large black umbrella, which matches the black robes all over his body. Only half of his face is exposed under the edge of the umbrella. A restrained sense of oppression.

The surrounding area is full of Death Eaters who are planning to leave. Wherever the visitors pass by, they receive a vague bow and salute, and their identities are self-evident.

Hermione lowered her umbrella and looked at Harry, who was still surrounded by dirge flowers, unconscious.

... It seems that she is no longer needed.

After standing for a long time, Harry simply sat down cross-legged.Anyway, the funeral has come to an end, the guests can leave on their own, and he is the headmaster, no one will care if he wants to stay in front of the former headmaster for a while longer.

So when he suddenly noticed that the wind and rain above his head disappeared, Harry refused without even looking at it: "No need, I want to get a little wet..."

"You can get drenched if you want." Tom's voice came dangerously overhead. "Not here."

Harry turned his head to see him, and most of the mourning flowers around him scattered at once.

"……Uh."

It was a little embarrassing, and one of the real reasons for his emotional sadness was exposed.

Tom's unfriendly eyes on those dirge flowers paused, and then a half-smile fell on Harry's half-upturned face.

"Stand up," he said.

The commands and sentences have become coaxing, like gentle persuasion.

Harry softened, knowing he couldn't resist, and feeling secretly ashamed.He lowered his head and pulled the weeds in vain, delayed for a second, gave up struggling altogether, and stood up swiftly.

Only then did I realize that there were so many young faces behind me, and they also imitated him in silence in the rain.

But now, these people all opened their eyes wide and looked at them curiously.

"Why don't they hold umbrellas..."

Harry found a topic in embarrassment before stopping his gaze.

Because the man and woman following Tom were all familiar faces.

Bellatrix held up an exquisite parasol that was seriously inconsistent with her style, held a wand with an ugly face, and pointed menacingly at the down-and-out wizard behind him - long greasy hair, protruding aquiline nose - —It was Snape whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

The long life in prison made his sallow complexion even more gray, with a faint blue color of malnutrition, and his lips were even bloodless, and he looked like he might pass out at any time.

Harry met his empty gaze before Tom turned his face away.

"See what you want, don't you?"

The strength of his jaw squeeze was as merciless as ever, and Harry grabbed his arm in dissatisfaction, but his complaints were not in place.

"Yeah... isn't this just pinching my face?"

Tom snorted softly and got it right.

"You don't look too happy either."

He glanced at the mourning flowers around Harry, more than half of them had just dispersed, and the rest were still floating far and near, undiminished by the discovery of Snape's appearance.

Following his strength, Harry turned his face sideways, put his fingers on the back of his hand, and lightly pressed his lips against his palm, deftly releasing those fingers, and said softly, "You have seen it all. Who am I happy to see?" .”

The aura around Tom obviously slowed down, a little scarlet color appeared in his eyes, and his fingers caressed the corners of the boy's lips.

"It's not enough to be happy..."

Harry's knees were weakened by the aggressive eyes, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the umbrella and dragged it down, blocking more sight, and kissed the fingers on his lips obediently.

"...cough." He turned his head to cover up, and finally got rid of the domineering hand, but his ears were red.

Tom showed an unsatisfactory critical expression, reluctantly let him go, and looked sideways at the male and female Death Eaters who were forced to witness the whole process.

"Severus Snape, relying on his enthusiasm for potions, accidentally discovered the improvement plan of Wolfsbane Potion. Touched by the Hogwarts Rebellion, he decided to resign from his teaching position at Hogwarts and devote his life to this Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange's research on this cause. Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange decided to fully sponsor and supervise her dear friend because of the disaster, and provided Lestrange Manor as a research site. In return, Mr. Snape Promise not to step out of the manor for life."

Except for his body becoming slightly stiff when his name was called, Snape hardly changed his expression the whole time he heard it, as if he had already known about this arrangement.

Bella was full of grievances, and she endured everything with her tight lips. She didn't dare to look directly at the Dark Lord with unwilling and painful eyes, so she could only put it at Harry's feet, and she could only lower her head on the surface, and replied restrainedly and forbearingly. :"……yes."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction?" Tom didn't look back, and when Bella thought he was lucky enough to be allowed to express his emotions, he cruelly added the name of the person he asked, "Harry?"

The tone can even be called tenderness.

Harry glanced at the two Death Eaters behind him, Bella was trying not to tremble, and Snape looked hopeless, not knowing who to sympathize with.

"... Thank you, Mrs. Lestrange." At last, he could only say.

Bella's expression seemed to be insulted, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Her master seemed to think that this kind of stimulation was not enough, and pointed out with a sideways glance: "Did you hear that, Bella? Thank you."

"...Thank you," Bella swallowed her grief and indignation, gritted her teeth and said obediently, "Your concern...Mr. Potter."

After finishing speaking, two mourning flowers that had just drifted away from Harry's side came up to him.

Even Harry couldn't help showing some sympathy for her, but Tom ordered without guilt or even indifference, "Take him down."

Then he finally diverted his gaze to the protagonist of the funeral - Dumbledore's coffin.

Looking down at the wooden coffin lying peacefully in the rain, he couldn't help recalling sarcastically the wild words about death that Dumbledore swore when he first entered school.

—Death is not something to be afraid of.

——It is the end of one great adventure in life and the beginning of another.

——You may never understand its charm.

Thinking about it, he even laughed softly.

How ridiculous, Dumbledore!

He boasted about the beauty of death, but he could only linger under his curse, and even the right to spend his last days peacefully depended on his mood to beg for it!

If it wasn't as early as a month ago, Crown Crown had already vented once after confirming Dumbledore's death with his own eyes. At this time, he could laugh out loud without any scruples.

After so many years of struggle, the wizarding world has long since lost his opponent. The only obstacle is Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix led by him—and the two are indispensable.

Although Dumbledore alone can't do anything about him, his scheming is not enough to make waves in politics and pose a real threat to his Death Eaters.

And the Order of the Phoenix without Dumbledore is a mob of three religions and nine schools. The family power of the Death Eaters alone is enough to crush them, not to mention that he can kill them one by one, and no one can escape.

But they are combined together, learning from each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses, and they are unbreakable, which has become the biggest obstacle to his dark career.

Now that this obstacle has been uprooted, no one can threaten him anymore, no one can stop him anymore.

Domination of the wizarding world has become a matter of time.

He doesn't even need to put so much effort into managing the Death Eaters, just killing a few disobedient diehards when necessary is enough for this group of greedy and shameless people to engulf and corrupt the entire authority.

From that moment on, as he was sitting in the Muggle secretary's car on the way to Privet Drive, he suddenly began to lose a lot of interest.

For example, the result of Harry's confrontation with the Death Eaters - he always knew what kind of innocent dreams the boy was having, and the boy always endured the pain for him, it didn't matter...but in the freezing cold, he hugged this Heat Source suddenly wondered what the boy would have done without him—how he would go against his ideas, his men, and himself.

Now he knows.Whether it is the locket or the news of the wizarding world, it is clear that what Harry wants has never changed.

The only difference is that he is no longer against himself.

The boy always wanted the best for everyone, as far as he could.Even if their own existence is contradictory.

The only thing left is to see what the boy can do.

— Now I lost interest too.

Secretary Dave got out of the car and opened the door for him. The listless Dursleys were waiting nervously at the gate of their yard.

They were heavily in debt because they messed up Dave's big order, and they had already sold all their belongings. They only guarded an empty house and were reluctant to sell it, but they had to mortgage it to the bank yesterday. She wanted to swell her face to look fat, and kept the only dress to welcome distinguished guests, but it was already out of fashion to wear it on her body.

Tom had planned to wait for Harry to have a holiday to surprise him, and it happened that he had plenty of time this time, so it wouldn't hurt to come and see the jokes ahead of time.

But now, it suddenly felt boring.

He got out of the car unhurriedly, and didn't even bother to do basic greetings. Ignoring the horror of the Dursleys and Dave's doubts, he drew out his yew wand carelessly.

Why go to such trouble again?

Not to mention torturing a few Muggles, even if he overthrows Hogwarts and breaks into the Ministry of Magic to massacre, who can do anything to him?

Do whatever you want, just do what you want to do.

The red curse light came on, and the Dursley's screams resounded through the early morning on Privet Drive.