The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Dumbledore's obituary is like the end of an era. People's many slanders against him suddenly lost their focus. The newspapers recalled that he defeated the first generation of the Dark Lord and discovered twelve uses of dragon blood. Signed The peace treaty turned Hogwarts into the safest place for the wizarding world in Britain...

People suddenly realized that apart from his suspected wolfish ambitions, he had indeed done many good deeds.

At least, when Dumbledore was in power, Hogwarts never experienced a large-scale turmoil with heavy casualties like the werewolf invasion.

The Ministry of Magic changed its previous caliber and generously praised Dumbledore's good governance of the school, blamed the werewolf turmoil on the lack of qualifications of the successor headmaster, and openly condemned him for being young and arrogant, reckless and reckless, causing a catastrophe.

However, those who witnessed the turmoil actually had many fans of Harry.

They witnessed how the young headmaster turned the tide in the sea of ​​icebergs and flames, saved hundreds of students, and returned triumphantly with the seriously injured head Slytherin, commanding the aftermath in the overwhelmed Hogwarts auditorium, reducing the damage to as little as possible. lowest.

The day after the Ministry of Magic announced the impeachment of the Headmaster, the Daily Magic published a rebuttal editorial by an anonymous Hogwarts parent.

He said in one sentence: "...However, it is the Ministry of Magic who keeps fanning the flames by bullying others, forcing the new headmaster to hastily hold an exhibition match, and forcing a hand to cause a huge security breach."

Then he described in detail the ins and outs of the exhibition match - the original schedule of the World Cup qualifiers did not include the exhibition match. Because of the intimidation of the Ministry of Magic, the new headmaster had to stop preparations for the real qualifiers and hastily organized a temporary arrangement of adult flow activities.

He also pointed out the real reason for the outbreak of the crisis—the Ministry of Magic sent out invitations to the school without screening, resulting in a mixed crowd of participants, and it was difficult for the school to take precautions, directly giving the werewolves at the source of the turmoil an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The clarity of thinking and the sharpness of words are comparable to a wonderful Wizengamot trial closing defense.

After reading it, Harry understood, for the first time, why anyone would be so convinced of what the newspapers said.

"Who actually wrote it?"

He muttered to himself at the breakfast table, and glanced across.

Tom wasn't eating seriously, he felt his gaze keenly, and immediately raised his eyes slightly, showing a half-smile expression.

"Is it yours?" Harry felt his heart itch, so he pointed it out.

Tom: "I would be so kind?"

"It's true that you have no good intentions, but sometimes you will do something that is beneficial to you," Harry paused, and defined, "Good things."

Tom was amused. "So what's in it for me?"

Harry stared at him, speaking slowly.

"It will do me good."

"What's good for me is good for you."

After saying this, Harry felt a little dazed.

Perhaps, after all, he too had learned Tom's thick skin.

Because he didn't feel a trace of guilt and shame that might be self-righteous.

Perhaps it was because of Tom's acquiescence in his eyes.

Perhaps it was because he already felt that this was a fact.

"Some things, not just an order, can achieve results."

Tom finally said a specious response.

They were all busy, and after a hasty breakfast, Harry returned to school from the fireplace, and Tom followed him into the green flame, spreading fear somewhere.

The headmaster's affairs are much more complicated than imagined, because the aftermath of the werewolf riots has piled up, plus the long-overdue sixth grade homework, Harry can't wait to grow three heads and six arms to deal with it.

Fortunately, the public opinion made him no longer as passive as before, and even the school work went smoothly because of the existence of these people.

"Mrs. Pomfleur, St. Mungo needs us to verify a list of casualties. I'm sorry, I didn't arrange for someone to record it... Can I still count it now?"

He hurried to the medical wing, wanting to discuss how to make amends, but he did not expect to meet Colin Creevey who was on patrol, wearing jingling badge pendants on his body, and upon closer inspection, many of them were in the shape of moving eyeballs , they aimed at him the moment he approached.

He couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by cameras in the second grade.But Colin just called his name excitedly, then hurriedly grabbed the recording eyeball crawling around on his body, and held it to him with treasure.

"The Potters, the Potters have been recording your every word and deed! I am in charge of the medical wing area, do you remember? Colin Creevey, just call Colin, you can check anything you want from I found it here!"

"Ah...thank you." Harry subconsciously wanted to step back, restrained himself, and said sincerely, "You guys were a great help."

He had always known about the existence of the "Potter Cult", but having experienced too many ups and downs in public opinion, Harry didn't want to get too entangled with unpredictable strangers.

He didn't expect them to develop and grow on their own, and now it's inevitable that he can't avoid it, and even needs to borrow from it.

On the one hand, Harry was grateful, but on the other hand, instinctively, he felt a lingering sense of foreboding.

Before going to bed, I couldn't help talking about this topic to Tom.

"Are they disobedient?"

Tom put down the tombstone and asked casually.

His first reaction is never a good guess.

Harry habitually corrected: "It's not a matter of listening or not. I always feel... something is wrong."

"There are a large number of believers who worship you. What's wrong with your words and deeds and your interests first?"

Tom's free hand began to trace his chest loosely through the thin pajamas.The light and heavy touch was so disturbing to the mind that Harry had to catch it and get back to business.

"That's right...it's just what you said, it's not right."

Tom looked down at him holding his hand, pretending to be interested in the topic: "Well... how to say it?"

Harry frowned, thinking hard to himself: "This is too... too much like your Death Eater?"

Tom looked up, aroused a little interest.

"Potters, like Death Eaters?"

Simple expresses an amusing absurdity.

Harry rolled his eyes back.

"That feeling. Your Death Eaters are quite a few fanatics of you."

Tom liked his eccentric tone, and was in a good mood to give practical advice.

"Don't worry, as long as you control it a little, this group of people will become a very useful force. You only need to deploy some special talents..."

Hearing Tom's proposal, Harry resisted instinctively.

Their philosophy of doing things is very different, even if they have been running in each other for a long time, they are still very different.

"That makes sense, but..."

He was thinking about the words, but was directly pierced by Tom.

"But you don't like to assume that everyone else is bad, so you plan to do nothing and expect a miracle of peace."

Harry looked at him helplessly, and found that there was no usual sarcasm in Tom's eyes, but a hint of a smile.

The hand on his chest got rid of his shackles at some point, and came to a position that disturbed his mind even more.

"It's all right, Harry, as you like."

Tom moved closer to him and silently dimmed the bedroom lights.

"Screw up...help is welcome."

……

Talked like he was really going to screw up.

With a hint of dissatisfaction, Harry violated the custom of having breakfast together the next day, and came to the Hogwarts Great Hall early, intending to reflect on the craftsmanship of the Hogwarts house-elves.

Before he stepped onto the teaching bench, he heard a chaotic commotion over there, someone screaming, and then the sound of magic spells exploding.

After walking a few steps, a sharp-eyed person suddenly exclaimed: "Principal! The principal is here!" "I knew it! I knew Peeves really saw it! Harry will have dinner with us today!"

The focus of the crowd suddenly shifted, and in the blink of an eye, Harry was overcrowded within a few meters of him. Even the sitting professors couldn't stop the over-enthusiastic student fans from overturning the staff desks and squeezing in front of him.

"Harry! We will always support you!" "Harry, can you give me a hug?" "Get out of the way, Harry belongs to all of us!" "Why? I line up here an hour early every morning!" ...

The sound of chaotic disputes filled my ears.Fortunately, Hagrid was sitting not far away, and the half-blood giant's huge body blocked Harry from several fans who wanted to rush to his face.

The short Professor Flitwick was miserable. The pile of books used to cushion the seat was scattered all over the floor and was crushed by the frantic students. He had to hide in the space under the chair screaming and tremblingly took out The wand casts the Iron Wall spell on the chair.

Harry's scalp tingled as he tried to calm the group down, only to find that his voice was completely drowned out by the frenzied shouting.

"Go back to your seats!" Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it and used a loud voice, which resounded through the dome and shook the entire auditorium.

Ten minutes later, the auditorium finally restored order.

It turned out that the origin of the original disturbance was a group of fanatical fans vying for the chance to talk to Harry.Among them were ordinary students and members of the Potter Cult. They heard the news that Peeves spread the news that Harry was back to school for breakfast, and they rushed to the auditorium one by one to watch.

Because of his busy work and studies, Harry usually only settles his lunch hastily in the principal's office, and he goes back to Tinta Winery to have dinner with Tom by the fireplace for two meals in the morning and evening, and there are fewer and fewer occasions for public appearances.This time he appeared early this morning and was bumped into by Peeves. The news spread like a prairie fire in an instant, making the admirers who rarely saw him once on weekdays excited like chicken blood.

There is only one seat for the headmaster, and those who come later refuse to accept those who come first to occupy a good seat, but due to the presence of the professor, a group of people huddled around the staff table and pushed each other until a boy accidentally fell onto Harry's seat , immediately committed public anger, someone secretly cast a curse, and the scene was out of control under the noses of many professors, which was exactly the scene that Harry encountered when he came.

The victimized third-year Gryffindor boy was sent to the hospital wing with a triumphant smile on his face.Because Harry not only gave him a few words of condolence with concern, but also checked his condition with his own hands, and helped him to sit in his place to rest.

Several members of the Potter Cult had volunteered to take him to the hospital wing, just to tear him away from Harry.

With infinite headaches, Harry drove the crowd back to his seat, announced that students were not allowed to stay near the staff desk, and reiterated the discipline of the auditorium, and it took half a day to sit down and finish the meal safely.

When I got back to the office, I started working later than usual. There were already several owls flying by the window, and they were taking turns pecking at the glass impatiently, making squeaking noises.

Harry put them in hastily, and one threw itself on his face with so much enthusiasm that it knocked his glasses askew.

After struggling to catch it, it turned out to be a strange owl.Unfolding the strip of paper tied to its foot, Harry stared blankly.

There is only one sentence in it——

"Harry, I have news about Paris. If you are well, we will meet at the usual place."

There is no signature, and only a crescent moon with eyes is drawn on the back of the note.

Harry guessed who it was.

Lupine Lupine.

It seems that back when the Order of the Phoenix was still alive, the content of those surreptitious messages was also like this, full of cryptic hints.

Harry had never been able to participate, and it was the first time.

——It's just that it's no longer necessary.

He returned to Tinta Wine Castle early with a heavy heart, and was about to discuss the dinner menu with Tom, but he heard a loud noise in the corridor, and a figure broke through the door and fell on the wall in front of him, moaning in pain.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Amycus Carlo, the eldest of the Carlo brothers and sisters.

"Please..." Amycus continued to beg for mercy, "Please forgive me, Master..."

Meeting Harry's gaze, he was visibly stunned, as if he never thought he would appear here.

But this sluggishness was fleeting, and he grabbed Harry's robe instead, begging and slyly saying: "Principal! For my sake as your current subordinate, help me..."

Harry tugged at his own clothes, snatching them away from him bit by bit.

Amycus didn't dare to disobey, so he could only follow him pitifully.

Harry stared at him silently, after all, he didn't completely yank off the hem of his clothes, just holding his clothes like this, and half-dragged him back to behind the slowly opening and closing door.

Tom and several other Death Eaters were discussing matters inside, their faces as gloomy as the atmosphere.

There are only a few flying flames jumping around, like fireflies ignorant of the world.

Harry's eyes froze slightly as they touched them.

...It turned out to be a star flame.

"What's going on here?"

Harry asked, with a comforting softness in his voice.

The Death Eaters were standing in front of the desk, and they all looked over after hearing the words, with surprise and appraisement in their eyes.

Although their relationship has been an open secret, Harry never appeared with Tom at a formal Death Eater function, and many people still have doubts about it.

It is rare to meet two people getting along in private.

What's more, at the moment of crisis when the Dark Lord was in a bad mood, having a heavyweight who had nothing to do with him come out to stand up to the fire was tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow. Everyone present welcomed him and consciously made room for him to walk to the desk.

Harry sensed the tense atmosphere among the Death Eaters, and the low air pressure coming from Tom behind the desk.But none of these concerns him more than the spark machine that Tom is holding in his hand.

It seems that because his appearance was too sudden, he didn't have time to put it away, and he was holding it in his hand, only covered by his slender fingers, and he became very concealed.

As he approached, the hand simply gave up covering it, opened the drawer openly, and put the spark machine in, as if it were an ordinary and trivial matter not worth mentioning.

"Small things." Tom said the same thing, although the Death Eaters present would probably disagree.

For this little "little" matter, the person who had just been cast out of the door by the curse was still grabbing Harry's clothes and refusing to let go.

Tom obviously noticed this too, and his eyes fell on Amycus, and without warning, a curse light hit the hand holding Harry.

With a scream, Amycus fell to the ground clutching the pain in his red-hot hand, and the Dark Mark also burned at the same time, making him curl up in pain.

"Forgive me, forgive me, master..."

There is no explanation for this punishment, but everyone knows what it means.

Don't touch people you shouldn't touch.

Harry frowned slightly in disbelief, and the spell stopped.

Amycus curled up on the ground panting, wanting to plead but dared not.All the Death Eaters held their breath, feeling that they had no place to speak.

"Okay. Our principal, who is busy every day, was blown back so early by what wind?"

Tom opened his mouth like no one else, and got Harry's attention back.

It was a second late before Harry realized something was wrong.

It seems that the reason for Tom's unhappiness, perhaps, has something to do with him?

A fluttering cluster of sparks flew past the corner of his eye, Harry wondered wildly, that's why he pulled out the spark machine?

The originally heavy mood eased and turned into a silent sigh.

"I didn't eat well in the morning, I'm already hungry."

He walked around behind the table, his legs had grown to be higher than the table, and he habitually sat on the edge of the table, not realizing how shocking this action and the dark lord's acquiescence had brought to the people behind him.

"What time do you plan to eat tonight?"

The position was so convenient that Tom sat on Harry's lap as a matter of course, while glancing at the group of Death Eaters behind him.

"...it depends."

That creepy look clearly wasn't really meant to be.

As a result, the Death Eaters present at the scene immediately ended their stiff state, and one after another took the initiative to plead guilty and ask to resign.

"This is the situation at the Ministry of Magic. My wife is not in good health and needs my care. Master, please allow me to take a step forward." "My side is also..."

……

Even Amycus, who was on the ground, was bravely supported by his sister, and said bravely, "The situation in Everheart is the same... please allow me to continue to plead guilty to you tomorrow..."

Hearing Palis's name, Harry stood up sensitively, feeling a sense of belated guilt, and stopped him, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you in the restaurant."

Tom looked up at him questioningly, and because of the angle of view, there was a lot less pressure than usual.Harry climbed up to the back of his chair, leaned down and kissed his sullen face, and pulled his restless hand on his lap along the way.

"Don't get angry all the time, let's finish the meeting well. I'll go to Willie to discuss your favorite menu."

Tom didn't respond or stop him, and let him do what he did the whole time, which made Harry feel an indescribable itch.

But after he finished speaking, he was the one who was embarrassed.The re-sculpted Death Eaters on the side seemed to have real eyes that made him fidget, and he walked around the table and left quickly with his eyes in front of him.

Tom watched him off without saying a word, and no one dared to disturb him.

The study fell into a suffocating silence.

In the atmosphere where needles could be heard, the Dark Lord spit out the most frightening word with the most calm expression.

"……cute."

……

Not to mention how the Death Eaters escaped with a thunderbolt, Harry read the note from Lupine again in the dining room.

He was more concerned about Lupine's situation than news about Palis.

The former disappeared while the werewolves were invading, more like escaping from the Dark Lord’s punishment, it was a voluntary act; while the latter had lost news before that, if it wasn’t for learning that members of the Order of the Phoenix often evaded hunting and killing like this, haha Leigh could no longer just sit back and watch.

Originally, he was used to discussing with Tom directly, but as he took over more principal affairs, he learned a lot about the subtleties of human nature floating under the water.

The matter involved the Death Eaters, and it was impossible that the Dark Lord, as his immediate boss, would not have his own calculations.

For all his affection, Tom was a true Dark Lord.

No one knew this better than Harry.

This is a great opportunity.he thinks.

We must accumulate some bargaining chips, and we cannot always be helpless in negotiations with Tom.

Not long after, Tom came to the restaurant and had dinner with him in a good mood.

"They're all gone?" Harry chatted casually warmly.

Tom tasted the new sauce as if unconsciously, and gave a light "hmm".

Incredibly easy to talk about.

It made the itch in Harry's heart even more unbearable.

I had to look away from the high bridge of the nose, took a bite of the egg roll, and chewed it several times before swallowing it.

Cleared his throat, and continued his efforts.

"Just now... Carlo didn't do anything about Palis?"

Tom raised his eyes, and Harry explained a little more: "I heard his last name, do you have any news about Palis?"

"No." Tom raised the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "That's why he is disappointing."

"Oh..." Harry mused, "Why do you want news from him?"

"And why are you, Harry?"

Tom asked softly, with a smile in his eyes this time, but it seemed meaningful.

Harry had been prepared.

"You know, Hogwarts is very short of teaching staff now, and it is too troublesome to find a qualified new professor. Palis taught Potions class before and the evaluation is very good. If you can ask him to come back to help... it will be much more convenient .”

Tom listened without comment, his eyes gradually becoming probing.

After Harry finished speaking, he took a bite of the egg roll unhurriedly.

Tom looked at him and answered the previous question too.

"Paris knows a lot of secrets, and dared to escape under my nose... So I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die."

After speaking, he met Harry's eyes and smiled.

"that's it."

Harry hated that smile for being too lethal, and the moment he lost his mind, the scar heated up.

The brain was invaded along the soul link, and in the chaotic thoughts, the key thought was only fleeting, but it was enough to be captured by Tom's keenness.

——Unfortunately, the news from Lupin may not be exchanged for anything of value...

"Tom Riddle!"

Harry slapped the table to his feet for the first time, and set up Occlumency in a rage.

"Get out of my head!"

Having achieved his goal, Tom withdrew as promised, stepped across the distance between the two of them, grabbed Harry who was about to leave, quickly grabbed his hands, locked them behind his back and pressed them to the dining table.

Harry groaned in pain, then gritted his teeth, refusing to show weakness, scolding him for being insidious, and struggling hard unwillingly.

"It's really grown up, Harry..." Tom's voice sounded close to his ear, and the heat of his body pressed against his back, "Started to count me?"

Harry didn't answer for a while, secretly spurning his instinctive guilt.

It is because of his morality that he always easily falls behind.

"When did it start? I went to Hogwarts for breakfast because of that?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, not expecting him to bring this up.

Thinking of the stars and flames in the office just now, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he realized something, but couldn't believe it, "You..."

Tom didn't give him a chance to clarify his thoughts, and continued to press: "'Valuable things'... What do you want, why don't you ask me directly, huh?"

The anger gradually retreated from Harry's chest, but the exposure of his purpose made him calm down. He looked at the half-eaten egg roll and said humorously, "I want to finish my meal."

"..."

Tom was apparently speechless for a while.

Harry's stomach groaned twice at the right moment, and Tom finally released him reluctantly.

As he swallowed the last bite of the egg roll, he got a belated debunk from Tom.

"You know, Harry, you usually eat the things you hate last." Tom obviously lost his appetite, and watched him eat with his chin propped up, "like egg rolls."

Harry looked at the beef and vegetables on his plate, and it turned out that was what had exposed him.

There's no shame in losing to Tom.

He gradually calmed down and thought calmly.He should learn from him.

For example, turning a disadvantage into an advantage...

In the evening they study magic in the study.One on the dining table seems to have been uncovered.

Harry knew it was only because they were in debt.

Some of these debts will be uncovered from time to time, some will be dealt with privately, and some will become a thorn, causing them pain from time to time.

But he has learned to cherish the rare happiness, put away those hidden pains, and slowly look for opportunities to get rid of them.