The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The screams from the Dursleys didn't last long.They were far weaker-willed than many of the wizards Tom had tortured.

It seemed that in less than a second, they fell to the ground, wriggling and struggling like three fat and thin big bugs.The two longer ones are still trying to surround the roundest one in the middle, as if it would provide some protection.

Tom stares down, the scene is both ridiculous and disgusting, and he'd normally be interested in making it more miserable than disgusting here.

But now he just finds it boring to look at it more than once.

Little by little, Uncle Vernon finally squirmed to his feet, trying to reach for his trousers, but Tom stepped on him in disgust.

"Oh! Ah..." Vernon begged in pain, "Let go...Dally..."

Tom's eyes turned to the trembling spherical fat meat a little far away, and shot a red light dully.

Dali's dying panting stopped for a moment, and then he let out a more miserable scream.

"Speak louder and I'll have the whole street attracted to gangbang/rape you."

His flat tone uttered an extremely dire threat.

Aunt Petunia hugged Dali tightly, let out a distorted cry, covered her son's mouth with her last strength, and shook her head twitching all over.

Uncle Vernon also retracted his hands in fear, trying to escape back to his wife and children with all his hands and feet, but he could only squirm in place because of the torture.

Dave, the secretary, was already frightened by the hellish scene in front of him, and unknowingly retreated to the side of the car, slumped and sat on the ground.

Tom felt a familiar boredom.

He casually gave Dave an Imperius Curse, returned to the car, controlled the person to drive away, but didn't think about the destination.

Back in this resurrection-magic-forged body, the Muggle-day problems reappeared.

This question that has been bothering him for a long time should have gotten enough of his attention.But in fact, he has already understood through this body replacement that there is no solution to this problem.

It was indeed caused by Harry's blood used in the resurrection, but not because anyone's blood - Harry, Lily - saw him as the enemy.

On the contrary, it was because he himself regarded certain elements of this blood as enemies.

That part was ruled out to be neither Harry nor even all Lily.

Rather, it stems from the Muggle part of Lily Potter.

At a certain moment when the blood was taken, Harry should have a strong positive resonance for the source of his blood—pride, recognition, or something else—and that belief soaked in the blood and flowed into his resurrection. In his body, in ignorance and unconsciousness, there was a violent conflict with his soul's self-identity.

It wasn't until the new moon that the conflict reached its peak, and the magic pathway had to be cut to ease it.

In other words, as long as he hated Muggles for a day, the Muggle days of this body would not disappear.

No solution.

He stood in front of a vending machine in the streets of London, staring at the rows of drinks displayed inside.

The electronic cold light sprinkled a cool color on his face, and the already stern lines became even more intimidating.

But there are some local hooligans who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. Bewitched by the beauty, they surround them in twos and threes.

Kicking one foot onto the vending machine, he managed to get Tom's deadly gaze.

The boy wearing the peaked cap backwards has tattoos all over his arms. He is already the most well-informed and outstanding figure in this group of underground gangs. When he saw that face turned around, he was still so surprised that he couldn't speak.

The swear words that came to his lips couldn't come out.

It was still Tom who glanced impatiently at the leg he hadn't put down, and suggested coldly, "You can chop off the unwanted leg."

The stabbing teenager withdrew his leg, but instead smiled, and said, "Handsome guy, what do you want to drink? I invite you!"

"Please..." Tom whispered, and asked casually, "Are you worthy?"

The stabbing teenager's smile froze.

"court death."

The stabbed teenager's face darkened, and several accomplices behind him surrounded him aggressively.

A green spell light lit up in the alley.

Tom came out of the alley with a bottle of energy drink in a can of a thousand choices.

Casually apparated to the roof of the church opposite, and took a moment to study its gag.

With a click, without much effort, the seemingly airtight iron sheet was opened, and then pulled along the direction, a well-shaped gap appeared.

After taking a few sips of the drink inside, I felt bored.On the contrary, the pull ring hooked on his fingertips is interesting. He played with it for a while, figuring out the principle, before throwing it into the can after drinking, and throwing it down casually.

"what!"

It was someone who was so unfortunate that he was hit, and looked up angrily while covering his forehead.

Tom smiled at people indifferently, and there was some murderous intent in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the other party's raging anger was extinguished by this smile, he looked at him blankly, and became dazed.

Bored, Tom disapparated blatantly and left.

The place that flashed through my mind... As expected, a high-end apartment in downtown London.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows filled with daylight, overlooking the entire city.

He even, there will be a day when he feels nothing to do.

Going to kill...Harry was right, he wasn't that keen on killing.

Killing without profit is meaningless, but the boy will cry because of it.

Thinking of this, he seemed to be able to hear Harry's rebuttal - I didn't cry!

Yeah... the boy didn't actually cry about it, but that doesn't mean he couldn't feel it.

He had the feeling that when the three chapters of their contract failed to work, and Harry knew he was going to set off to kill, the look of seeing him off seemed to cry.

Every time that look flashed through his mind, it would weaken the Killing Curse in his hand.

He was annoyed by this fact, but he didn't think it was Harry's fault, and it unknowingly reduced the number of occasions for killing people.

In the end, he didn't need to make three chapters, and he would consider solutions other than murder.

It has been a long time since I killed as I wished just now.

The pleasurable feeling is almost fleeting, but the feeling of emptiness cannot be relieved at all.

—Have you thought about it, Tom?What do you really want to do?Really - what makes you happy?

Almost at the moment when this annoying question appeared, the instinct of disgust mobilized the memory of defense, and washed away the disgusting face of Dumbledore when he asked the question.

Then he discovered that those mobilized memories...

In the Christmas snowstorm in Hogsmeade, Harry tucked his neck into his scarf; Harry forced him out of the snowdrifts of the igloo with a surprised face; on the high platform of the black hall, facing all The Harry who was questioned by the Death Eaters; and... the Harry whose eyes were about to go out on the floor of a room full of sparks.

There are many, many more.

There was a faint heat coming from the yew wand, as if being held by a little wizard in memory.

If he knew the old man's death, the boy would be sad to death, right?

he thought slowly.Emptiness, ecstasy, and boredom all dissipated.

Only very complex, subtle and vaguely ominous premonitions remained.

The daylight outside the window faded, turned red and darkened, and the twilight was quickly swallowed up by the stars and moon.

Until everything was silent and in the dark night, he made a decision.

In any case, Harry had to be held in his hands.

—What if he doesn't want to?

The sound of the crown appears in the soul synesthesia.

On a remote island in the east of England, he stood under Dumbledore's dead hawthorn tree, examining the old man's uncooled body indifferently, as if asking and answering himself.

——The old man did die at our hands, the Death Eaters must take over, and the Order of the Phoenix cannot be let go... Which one can the boy easily accept?

This is a crisis similar to the original concealment of true identity.

At that time, he made many preparations to deal with it.

Due to Harry's accidental compromise, some hole cards were not used in time and were kept until now.

The magic light shone slightly, and a quaint ring appeared in his hand.

During the admission negotiations, Dumbledore thought he didn't know the secret of Gaunt's family ring.

But in fact, as early as when he received Harry's Invisibility Cloak, he found out about the legend of the clothes. Coupled with the already known Elder Wand, it is not difficult to find out the secret of the Soul Resurrection Stone.

It's just that if the real resurrection cannot be achieved, it is meaningless to him.

But he knew that Dumbledore needed a deal to ensure his basic harmlessness in the school, so he did everything he could and agreed to the deal.Otherwise, how could it be a birthday present "given" to that boy?

—Then talk to his parents.

When he answered the crown, he also answered himself.

The Soul Resurrection Stone was originally prepared for the worst result.

No matter how desperate he was, it was impossible for the boy to reject the ghosts of his parents.

Whether by threat or persuasion, he will let them play to their fullest value.

——It doesn’t matter if you don’t accept it...

He clenched the ring tightly, and the dark eyes stripped off the camouflage, revealing a cruel color of scarlet.

— It is enough to leave a body.I will personally capture the boy's undead and make it into a walking dead who only knows how to serve me.

...but of course, no one likes the worst.

Until then, he'll try to figure out something else.