The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After the funeral, Snape was about to follow Bellatrix away when Harry stopped him.

"...we need to talk."

the savior said calmly.

Bellatrix frowned, and was about to explode, but saw the Dark Lord standing behind without saying a word, holding an umbrella with one hand, without even looking at him.

She immediately swallowed the gossip, saluted depressingly and backed away.

Snape numbly followed behind Harry, controlling all his undue curiosity, and walked with the Dark Lord without squinting.

Who knows why the Dark Lord condescended to walk with a lowly Death Eater prisoner, and the Potter kid didn't mean to explain at all, walking in the front, looking like he just wanted to hurry back to his office.

"Harry noticed you didn't have a wand."

On the way back to the castle, the Dark Lord spoke out of boredom, breaking the strange silence.

"And it seems so obnoxious that no one will fetch you an umbrella or cast a rain charm on you."

Tom's umbrella was big enough to cover the walking trio under it.

In such a combination, the one holding the umbrella turned out to be the Dark Lord.Just thinking about it made Snape feel like he would be kicked out at any moment.

But he had nothing to lose, even if he was hit by the Killing Curse on the spot.

So aside from a bit of the instinctive dread of being a Death Eater for years, he felt almost indifferent to anything that was about to happen.

However, the Dark Lord seemed extremely bored, and the cynicism and sarcasm never stopped.

"So, we have to accommodate you under this umbrella. If there is any dissatisfaction, I hope you can walk out voluntarily. After all, it doesn't rain too much, does it?"

...It's not that big, so why not let the kid in front get wet in the rain?

Snape rolled his eyelids, he was used to being a slanderous mute in front of the Dark Lord.

When he was a Death Eater, he must have taken the initiative to walk out according to the meaning of the words.It doesn't matter now, so naturally you don't have to ask for trouble.

His silence elicited the predictable snort from Tom, causing Harry to turn around, cast Snape a rain charm, and switch places with him.

"Let me do it." He held the umbrella handle helplessly, but his tone was not lacking in sarcasm, "Please trouble our Lord Dark Lord to hold the umbrella himself."

Tom didn't let go of the umbrella in his hand, but walked around behind his shoulder, wrapped the man in his arms, forced him to take half a step behind, and pushed Snape out of the umbrella.

"It's really a lot of trouble to support him." He replied without any kindness, and when he leaned closer to Harry's face, he spoke softly again, "But now...it's not too much trouble."

Harry looked up at him for a moment, then finally pecked the graceful jaw.

Since the time when he mourned in front of the coffin just now, Tom's state has been a little bit wrong, and he has been secretly worried.Hearing that he could still coax people with such gentle words, he finally chose to let go.

Turning around, he looked at the black-robed wizard in the drizzle with complicated eyes.Harry sighed softly: "According to the principal's suicide note...to some extent, he is my savior."

Tom squinted his eyes. He knew the man in front of him better than the boy in his arms. He saw that his figure froze for a moment, obviously paying attention to the conversation behind him.

"Oh... so you think so."

He answered ambiguously.Harry then asked: "Isn't it? At the beginning you...Dumbledore said that my mother's protective magic had a prerequisite-that is, she could have lived, but she chose to sacrifice. As we all know, the magic was established. So , it means that you... didn't want to kill her... because of Snape's plea, didn't you?"

This time Snape was visibly shocked, and even Tom's arms around Harry tensed.

None of them expected Harry to bring up the murder.

Tom's eyes burned dangerously red as he stared at Snape, but he relaxed his arm.

"...If you are willing to do the math, then I, who really made the decision, should be the benefactor of this kindness?"

After he finished speaking, for the first time in history, his non-existent conscience was disturbed by his strong words, and he lowered his head to study Harry's reaction carefully.

Harry's expression was surprisingly quiet.

Although he didn't answer, he thought to himself that he acquiesced.

On that night, he had really decided not to kill Lily because of Snape's pleading.

It was this decision that gave Lily the conditions to use protection magic, and finally protected him and survived.

This detail seems to have never been really thought through.

Dumbledore wrote in his suicide note: "Was there humanity in Voldemort from the beginning? I have never thought about this issue carefully, and I just think it is not important. But from a series of accidents between you and him, I am Realize that maybe this is the most important thing.

"When I started to think about it, it was startling to find—

"It's actually everywhere."

They went back to the principal's office.While asking Snape to sit down, Harry took the umbrella from Tom's hand and put it away, persuading him in a low voice, "It's just a simple chat, you don't need to stay with me."

Tom glanced at him with a half-smile, as if he was asking if he didn't need it, or didn't he want to?

Harry sighed resignedly, and turned to make them tea.

Perhaps the sensitive topic on the road played a role. When he returned to the desk with the brewed tea, the Dark Lord had already withdrawn his warning eyes to Snape, and smiled at him, "I'm going to find someone to come over here." , you guys talk first."

Then, in front of Snape, fingers caressed Harry's scar and planted a sovereign kiss.

Only then did he leave without squinting.

The two former teachers and students were left, sitting on both sides of the principal's desk, each silent for a while.

"……impressive."

In the end, Snape barely pried his lips, and spit out a comment that was neither salty nor bland.

Harry seemed to be used to this, and he only looked at him with his head tilted, and said, "Although I don't want to suggest that, you'd better respect Tom a little bit."

Snape's empty eyes moved, and turned to him, without much expression, but with a hint of sarcasm: "You are telling a Death Eater, a prisoner without a wand, to respect the Dark Lord who can kill him oh, great savior?"

"The kind of respect you're talking about," Harry shrugged nonchalantly, "the kind of... techniques that the Death Eaters use to please the Dark Lord, I think you know what that means. I don't quite agree, but it has to be said , that would do Tom a good deal of patience—and it would make things easier for you in every sense, especially when he promised me to let you go."

Snape was silent for a moment, and let out a nonchalant sneer.

"What on earth do you want from me?" he said disgustedly. "What use is there for me to finally offer to the Dark Lord and his great lover?"

Harry noticed his deliberate shift in addressing himself, but didn't care - he simply cared less and less about these vain titles, when he could even be headmaster before he graduated - and asked calmly, "You Any plans?"

……What?Snape's expression finally became a little more vivid and weird.

"What the hell question are you asking?"

"I mean, what do you think about Tom's arrangement for you—research on the improvement of wolfbane potion at Lestrange Manor?"

"Can a prisoner have any thoughts and plans?" Snape even felt that the Potter kid wanted to taunt him deliberately.In this case, it is better to come first. "An ex-Death Eater who betrayed and even assassinated the Dark Lord. Do you think I'll be allowed to walk upright in that manor?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about." Harry was not affected by his ambiguity at all, and calmly analyzed, "I heard from Tom that he wants Bellatrix to spy on you. If possible, do you plan to talk to her?" How about getting along well?"

Snape seemed unable to understand his intentions, staring at him strangely without speaking.

Harry had no choice but to continue: "Look, I had a quarrel with Tom because of how to deal with your problem. I'm sure he won't be able to make any concessions in the short term. So, I hope you can cherish his small concessions a little bit , spend this time well, and it’s best to get some opportunities for yourself. For example, get on good terms with the people in the manor—especially Bellatrix—and use snacks to study the improvement plan of Wolfsbane Potion—even if It's just a taste improvement... so I can go further and try to convince Tom not to make things difficult for you, can't I?"

If it wasn't for the stiff facial muscles all the year round, Snape would have opened his mouth wide at this moment.

Who is this eloquent person?When did the savior become like this?It's just...it's like...

"Of course, in a situation like this, you can't go any further than trying to provoke him, like you did just now. That's why I'm proposing that you pick up a bit of Death Eater skills. I've heard you've been very fond of Tom in the past." Qingyan, since you are so good at it, why not give it a try and simply improve your own life?"

It's almost like... Dumbledore.

Whenever the old headmaster did something surprising and responded to everyone's doubts, he would act astonishingly without changing his face, which was exactly the same as the current Potter.

"What do you... want, Potter?"

Snape murmured incredulously.

"I know about the werewolf. The improved formula of the wolfsbane potion has actually been available for a long time. The Dark Lord is even the one who really proposed it. It can be developed without me. This arrangement is just to appease Bellatrix and is convenient. Just ground me. He's going to kill me quietly at some point, stop dreaming about your salvation, Potter. Do you really think your thoughts are realistic?"

"When I realize it, it will be realistic."

Harry said flatly, looking at Snape's green eyes like the bottom of a lake in midsummer, calm and open, drenching him from the air.

"..."

After a while, Harry almost thought that what he said was too much, and when he was thinking about reflecting, Snape spoke hoarsely.

"Maybe my ancestors owe you the Potter family... I've had enough. You don't have to worry about your life now, Potter. Not only that, but as long as the Dark Lord loves you for a day, you can live better than anyone else." I'm too lazy to worry about falling out of favor for you. To be honest, I don't need to live now, and I don't need to find a change for me. I just want you to answer my question. After answering, you can Live well with your Dark Lord."

He paused, giving Harry the first bad feeling since the conversation.

"Tell me—do you forgive him for killing Lily?"

Harry's pupils trembled slightly, but he finally came.

He didn't expect that this question was not asked from any relative or friend he had imagined, but from someone like Snape who he never regarded as close to him, and it produced even greater lethality.

He unconsciously gripped the armrest of the chair.

In fact, this question is not difficult to answer.the answer is--

Before he actually said it, his wavering seemed to stimulate Snape, and he aggressively added a series of questions that he didn't intend to ask: "Have you ever thought about what Lily would think, the son she saved with her life, To be with the enemy who took her life—whether he forgave him or not—and what if she couldn't take it?"

No one had ever put these questions in Harry's face so sharply.

It was precisely because Snape had no feelings for him that he would not be so introverted and considerate as his friends - even Ron - who would allow him to push them back, and back.

"Has the honorable savior ever thought about how many people and how much he has spent to protect him, to live until today, to have a relationship with the culprits who killed his protectors?"

Snape's eyes were stained with pent-up malice, maybe he really thought so, maybe he just simply hated his calm mask.But he didn't want to distinguish these anymore, he was fed up with having to maintain a dead face without thinking, just to win a chance for the son of the person he hated the most!

"Perhaps, in his wonderful, rich and ostentatious life, did he realize for a moment that, as a one-sided beneficiary, he is not qualified to choose not to forgive!"

There was a bang, which shocked the two people in the room.

The door of the office was violently blasted open by magic, and the tall figure of the Dark Lord stood behind the door, his cold voice radiating murderous intent.

"You have too many questions, Severus Snape."

Snape trembled subconsciously, even too used to wanting to stand up and apologize, he moved his knees before stopping, turned his eyes away, and skillfully built Occlumency.

Even though it didn't make much sense anymore, he didn't care.

As the Dark Lord walked into the office, Snape realized that there was another person following him.

He raised his eyes again, and his eyes froze.

I never thought that there would be such a scene in front of me.

Walking in behind the Dark Lord turned out to be Sirius Black, who has always been violent and at odds with Death Eaters.

Harry was obviously also very shocked: "Sirius? Didn't you agree to stay in Grimmauld Place... You are the person Tom is looking for?"

Sirius gave him a calm look, and then looked at the Dark Lord. Although his eyes were gloomy, there was a trace of meaning that he was the leader, which was simply surprising.

Tom was obviously more used to being so noticed than Harry, and even took it for granted. He walked around the desk unhurriedly and came to Harry's side. His height alone gave people a sense of oppression.

He glanced around and spread his palms to Harry: "Give me your hand."

Harry's mind was still in shock, and the series of sharp questions couldn't be easily erased from his mind. He subconsciously glanced at Snape, then turned away immediately, and put his hand in Tom's palm.

Then, without warning, an ugly gold ring was put on the ring finger.

Realizing what was happening, Sirius was the first to jump up, demanding loudly, "What did you do to my godson?!"

"Obvious."

Snape curled up a mocking lip and answered in a low voice.

"Proposal."

Compared to Sirius' rage, Harry was blushed, embarrassed and ashamed, and had a dull sting from the series of questions.

"quiet."

Tom coldly gave them two Stunning Curses, without any sense of humor or coquettishness, and suppressed all disturbances without resistance.

"This ring is a family heirloom of the Gaunt family, and the gemstone on it is the legendary soul-returning stone. The wearer rubs the gemstone three times thinking of the person he misses, and the soul of the deceased can be summoned."

The content he narrated seemed to come from the secrets of the netherworld, combined with the prestige and temperament of the Dark Lord, it made people feel a sense of fear from the heart.

"How many questions do you have, just ask me directly, there is only this one chance."

This sentence brought Harry's mind back again, and he slowly realized what Tom meant, his palms were sweating nervously.

Tom let go of his hand, and his voice softened. "You can call them now, Harry... your parents."