The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry ran all the way, raised his wand on the main road of Hogsmeade, and called the Knight Bus to go up.If Sirius hadn't given him the key to the Drift Portal on purpose, Harry might have tried to Apparate on impulse.

After all, the place he wanted to go the most was the Roald House.

The Knight Bus is fast, but the experience is a nightmare.As soon as Harry got out of the car, he scrambled dizzily up to the nearest pole - presumably a telegraph pole in the Muggle world - and bent over to retch.

After a long while, he finally recovered, took a few deep breaths, and stood up again.

Suddenly, the horn of a car sounded behind him, which was extremely loud in this quiet and remote high-end villa area.

Harry turned around and saw the familiar black limousine.

James got out of the car and opened the rear door.A tall, thin figure came out of the car, and Harry's eyes lit up.

Tom walked over in a suit and leather shoes, dressed very formally, and looked like he was about to attend some important occasion.Harry was taken aback for a moment, and it wasn't until he walked in front of him that he suddenly realized that something was wrong——

It's a promised date day, and Tom shouldn't be out for any important occasions!

"You're not well, Harry?" Tom reached out and touched his cheek. "What's going on here?"

Harry's blood was surging, he tried to grasp his reason from the other party's confusing atmosphere, and asked, "Where are you going? Today is our date!"

Tom raised the corner of his mouth, "So you know? I thought I was let go."

Harry said apologetically, "I slept through... sorry."

Tom leaned forward slightly, and came closer. "That's not the only explanation I want today, Harry. Get in the car."

He turned and walked to the car door, his attitude completely changed.Looking at his back, Harry suddenly realized an unexpected question——

Tom, perhaps, was surprisingly difficult.

They sat on the sofa in the car.Tom didn't speak, his deep facial features didn't reveal any emotion, Harry scratched his head inwardly, wanted to say something but thought it was better to shut up.

All the way to Roald's villa without a word, Harry followed Tom through the gate.All the way into the living room, Tom didn't speak, and Harry couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

The white sofa in the living room was still spotlessly placed there. Harry had almost regarded that place as his own territory, sat on it familiarly, and seeing the time displayed on the wall clock, his grievances suddenly turned into excuses.

It's past ten o'clock...?

Harry stared anxiously at Tom as he walked towards the fridge, trying to get him to let him go.

Tom, who took out the ice water and fruit platter, turned around and was caught off guard by those faint green eyes.

The expression on the savior's face seemed to be bullied by him...

Tom forcibly ignored the eager interest in his heart, walked over calmly, and reminded himself of the resolution he had just made—to teach this annoying little devil a lesson.

The one who was dove for an entire hour was him, the most feared Dark Lord in the British wizarding world, the one who couldn't even mention his name!

I can't believe it, he has worked so hard to prepare and sit there for a long time, wasting an hour of precious time doing nothing, and this kid is just sleeping in the dormitory!

Tom sat on the sofa opposite Harry, without warning, took out his mobile phone and called the new secretary.

"Buy me five alarm clocks, Catherine." He said blankly, "The ones that can wake people up, and bring them together in the morning."

Harry was sipping ice water and nearly choked on the content of his call.

"Uh... I have an alarm clock..." Harry said weakly, quickly following his gaze, "but I think it really needs to be replaced."

Tom hung up the phone, unconsciously being pleased by Harry's simple and straightforward flattery.But he didn't want to let him go so simply, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Unfortunately, the savior's instincts can sometimes be terrifyingly accurate.

Harry sensed the relaxation of the atmosphere from his averted eyes, and smiled a little, tentatively, "Don't be angry, Tom."

Tom didn't respond.Harry wailed inwardly, he was so difficult to deal with...

But he won't give up easily.Almost in a flash of inspiration, Harry said, "I haven't had breakfast yet, Tom, how about you? We can..."

This time he didn't finish speaking, Tom's eyes came over.

"Aren't you going to eat again?" His tone finally became emotional—although it was an angry one.

Harry blinked slyly: "Yeah, I came to see you as soon as I got up."

As he wished, this sentence broke through the ice on Tom's face like an arrow——

Although the expression wasn't exactly happy, Harry could sense that he was in a good mood rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Tom took a deep breath and thought he was crazy to think the Savior was cute?

He needs to calm down...

Tom stood up, "What would you like to eat?" Despite the concern of the question, he refused to make eye contact with Harry.

Harry saw him pick up his coat from the sofa and stood up, "It's all right. Shall we go out to eat?"

Tom nodded curtly, and walked to the hall first.Harry followed behind leisurely, watching him take out his mobile phone to explain the task again, and suddenly wondered why Tom didn't call to wake him up?

But after finally getting over the issue, Harry thought it best not to bring it up again.

James drove them as usual and took them to a small restaurant nearby.

The store is exquisite, with a blackboard at the entrance, listing the main menu in beautiful fonts.Harry glanced at it curiously. He had never been to this kind of place, and he was a little worried that he would reveal his stuff when ordering.

However, after a brief glance, he caught a few familiar words, and decided to order a pork chop rice if he couldn't do it.

The interior of this restaurant is much more down-to-earth than the high-end restaurants one is taken to on a first date.The decoration is still very chic, but the sense of space is much more compact, and there are no waiters on call at all times, making Harry feel at home.

He and Tom sat in the small booth by the window, and Harry found that they were almost the only customers in the whole shop.

Tom answered while flipping through the menu: "It's already past the meal time, let alone other customers, we are lucky that this restaurant is still open."

Harry let out an "oh", leaned over the table and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you still angry..."

Tom refused to look at him all the way.Harry was really melancholy, is it such a big sin to be an hour late?

His behavior finally caught Tom's eye, "Harry."

"Huh?" Harry moved his head without looking at him, "I'll wait for you for an hour next time, isn't it okay?"

"No need," said Tom, who couldn't hear how angry he had been before. "I just want you to have some fun with your appointments in the future."

Harry immediately straightened up: "I promise! This time it was really an accident, next time I will set all five alarm clocks!"

Tom stared into his eyes, and slowly lifted the corners of his mouth. "Okay. Now order."

— Thank goodness!

Harry took the menu and breathed a sigh of relief as if the end of term was over early.Merlin knew that getting Tom to calm down was as difficult as getting an O in Potions.

Voldemort watched Harry's relaxed smile again. If he didn't understand the psychological patience of adolescents, he would actually want to make things difficult for Harry for a while.The way the savior pretended to be pitiful and emotional was surprisingly funny.

Fortunately, there are still plenty of opportunities today.He can enjoy it slowly.

"What are you going to review later?"

While waiting for the meal, Tom once again expressed his concern for Harry's studies.

Harry was well prepared and answered calmly: "Astronomy!"

It was the only subject he could communicate with Tom without hindrance after discussing it with Hermione.

"I just happened to take that class," Tom said.

Harry was pleasantly surprised: "Really? How are you doing?"

"Average. But it's enough to guide students at school."

Harry thought that would be enough.

Breakfast was served soon, and Harry was devouring it while making secret plans. There might be some differences between wizarding astronomy and Muggle astronomy. To avoid blowing Tom, he should try to ask some simple questions.It's all about exchanging feelings.

But Harry soon realized how wrong he had been.

Back at Roald Villa, they went directly to the study on the second floor, which was different from what Harry had seen last time.The most obvious change is an extra set of desks and chairs on the side.

"It's for you." Tom took off his coat and walked to his desk by the window, "Sit."

Harry took the books and notes out of his knapsack and sat in the swivel chair, feeling very novel.

"What are you doing today?" Harry asked.

"There are some documents to be processed." Tom picked up a folder on the desktop, opened it and scanned it at a glance.

The budget list (draft) for the antique museum exhibition on the second floor of the Fila Building... directly scan the total amount, and convert it into Galleons in my heart.

"So where are you going this morning?" Harry asked again.

"Bring you back," Tom said casually, signing his name.

"What?" said Harry in horror. "Where are you going to catch me?"

"Go to Moen's first. Then look for Hogwarts nearby." Tom glanced at the draft list one last time, closed the folder and threw it aside, before turning to the next one.

It sounds like a real possibility.But Harry knew he couldn't succeed.

"Well... what if you can't find it?" He asked curiously.

"I can ask people." Tom glanced up at Harry before continuing to look at the papers. "Stop asking questions now and review your work, Harry."

It was probably from this moment that the familiar majesty and déjà vu made Harry faintly feel that Tom was the type to go with Hermione.

When he racked his brains and didn't know what to use to calculate the orbital radius of Venus, Tom casually asked the answer formula.Not only that, but he could see at a glance that Harry had reversed the positions of Ganymede and Io as he passed by Harry's desk.

"...I remember you saying that your astronomy is average?"

"There's no 'very,'" said Tom, falsely modest. "That's my average level."

Harry: "...???" Want to hit someone.

I don't know how long it took for Harry to finally focus on the map of the planets in the solar system in front of him, instead of the damn genius lover behind the other desk - Merlin knew that Tom was distracted when he was concentrating on business. without opening your eyes—

Suddenly, he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

Harry looked at the source of the voice, Tom had already picked up the landline on the table.

He listened and ordered, "Come in."

Seeing him hang up the phone, Harry asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Tom glanced up at him. "Alarm clock."

"..." Harry retracted his head silently.

...Tom is so vindictive!

Harry thought angrily,

He decided to review his astronomy textbook carefully, and never provoke Tom the Devil again.

It's a pity that the sky is not what people want, and soon Harry really can't concentrate on reviewing.

The secretary who appeared with a wooden box was a well-groomed blonde beauty. Harry remembered that Tom called her name, Catherine, on the phone.

Catherine was wearing stiletto shoes, wearing a short formal dress, and her golden curly hair was soft and flowing, with a delicate luster under the natural light. She was the kind of outstanding person who would attract attention from the crowd.Harry felt that there might not necessarily be a girl prettier than her in the entire fifth year of Hogwarts.

But that wasn't why Harry was distracted.What he couldn't help but care about was that Catherine glanced at him when she first entered the room, and then walked to Tom's desk, reporting the work situation in a soft voice, and didn't take her eyes off his boyfriend for a moment during the process. .

Harry told himself not to think too much about it, but he couldn't stop his little spying eyes.

Catherine finally had to keep her eyes on the alarm clocks as she took them out of her suitcase, and Harry felt that they were not obtrusive at all now.

Tom's attention was attracted by those strange alarm clocks.He was just saying it casually, but Catherine really put in the effort to shop.These alarm clocks range from the most common traditional shape, the sleek and simple electronic alarm clock, to the powerful mechanical hammer shape.Especially the alarm clock with its own mechanical hammer, which seems to be able to wake up any sleepy slob.

The resentment of Harry being woken up by the alarm clock appeared in Tom's mind, and he smiled patiently and said, "Demonstrate their effects, Catherine."

He called her name again.

Harry glanced at Tom, trying to calm himself down.

——People need to call each other by name when communicating with each other!

Catherine set the alarm clocks one by one as she said, and finally looked at Tom with gray-blue eyes, and concluded softly: "There will be a demonstration effect of ringing every one to two minutes."

Tom nodded and turned his eyes to Harry, only to find that the latter was staring at Catherine intently.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Come and have a look, Harry, this is for you."

Even at such times, Harry noticed, Catherine was looking intently at Tom.He stood up and deliberately walked over heavily, his voice so loud that people looked sideways.Catherine finally looked away and gave him a strange glance.

Harry walked past her triumphantly, to the desk, and stood beside Tom, looking directly at Catherine—whose eyes returned to Tom.

Harry was getting a little pissed off, but before he could, the first alarm went off.

Catherine seems to have noticed Tom's interest in the mechanical hammer alarm clock, which was the first to set the bell.While the alarm clock was ringing harshly, it smashed forward with a mechanical hammer, and the wooden desk was banged by it.

Tom reached out and pressed it out.

"It looks very effective, but the length is not enough to reach the human face." He commented.

Catherine smiled slightly and said, "It's true that you can't hit your face, boss. In essence, you still rely on your voice to call people."

Tom shook his head, waiting for the next one.Catherine didn't say much, watching him quietly.

Harry felt an evil fire burning in his chest.

The next two are the traditional quartz alarm clock and the emerging electronic alarm clock, which were turned off by Catherine after two rings.

The fourth alarm clock is a little different. It looks like a cannon barrel. When the bell rings, a cannonball will be fired, and the bell will stop only when the cannonball is put back in place.Harry thought the setup was crazy, but Tom seemed to appreciate it.

The fifth alarm clock looks very strange, it looks like a baseball embedded with an electronic screen, but it makes a crying sound, which reminds Harry of a mandrake, and there is no button to turn it off It's ringing a bell.

"The only way is—" Catherine picked up the alarm clock, took two steps back, and threw it to the ground forcefully.

The moment the baseball alarm clock hit the ground, it stopped crying.

The two wizards, freed from the mandrake-like shrieks of nerve-wracking cries, surveyed the last alarm clock with eyes that bordered on awe—

It's really not magic?

The baseball clock was still bouncing around, and Catherine tried to catch it, but never got the chance.Finally, when it turned towards Tom, the latter quickly caught it.

Catherine praised: "Cool."

Harry couldn't help glancing at her, feeling the evil fire in his chest grow hotter.

Tom handed Harry the baseball, "That's all, use it well."

Harry reluctantly looked away from Catherine, took the baseball alarm clock, and began to think about whether to find a way to warn Catherine... Yes, he had no evidence, maybe he was too sensitive, but he really couldn't help it...

"Katherine, well done."

Tom's voice drew Harry's ire - how dare he compliment her? !

But then, Harry's jealousy turned to ashes.

"You can go," Tom ordered.

Harry looked at him sideways in surprise, and Tom's expression couldn't be seen clearly from the angle behind him, but this order sounded like heaven to Harry.

Catherine nodded, and finally asked, "Do you need me to pack the alarm clock?"

This time Harry answered first: "No, I have a backpack, thank you!"

Both Tom and Catherine were a little surprised by his voice, and Harry received two pairs of unanimous gazes, and the tacit understanding was irritating.But he knew that this was the last patience.Since Tom made no rebuttal, Catherine had to accept the order.She put away the other alarm clocks on the table and left with her suitcase.

It wasn't until he saw her close the door that Harry breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his seat from Tom's side.

He tried to get himself back to the astronomy notes in front of him, and after reviewing a page, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What does Catherine do?"

Tom stopped signing the pen, and said after a while: "My secretary."

Harry bit his pen, staring at the notes on the characteristics of Ursa Major, unwilling to look at Tom.

Harry couldn't help feeling an undeserved intimacy in his every word!Listen, "mine"! "secretary"!Either word is damn wrong!

Despite the rage of emotion, Harry sadly understood that nothing happened, that he was completely free-spirited, and that instead of Catherine doing anything wrong, even Harry could see that she had done a pretty good job. outstanding.

"What's the problem?" Tom asked.

Harry duplicity: "No."

Tom didn't seem to believe it, staring at him silently, feeling it even if Harry refused to meet the gaze.

Before things got weird, Harry explained, "Just curious."

Regardless of Tom's reaction, Harry turned a page of his notes loudly, showing that he had begun to study.Sure enough, Tom didn't pursue it anymore.The sound of flipping through documents has been restored.

They seemed to be working and studying with each other for a while, and Harry was starting to get restless.Merlin knew that his mind was full of bad images of Catherine and Tom when they were working. As far as he knew, the position of secretary would often come into contact with the boss——Uncle Vernon complained many times that the secretary in the company pretended to be aggressive and walked away with the boss. Bossing over them at near—

Thinking that Catherine and Tom met every day, and the two spent more time together than his real boyfriend, Harry became very angry.

It was lunch time before he was full of gas.Tom called James as usual, and the taciturn driver took them to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

Compared with Catherine, Harry thought James' stone face was downright cute.He doesn't remember the last time he was rejected by the school bus.

Due to the late breakfast, they also postponed their meal time at noon. When they arrived at the restaurant, it was close to closing time, and there were no people there.

Tom enjoyed the environment without being surrounded by Muggles, and Harry felt that there was nothing wrong with booking the room.The lunch finally ended in a harmonious and beautiful atmosphere.

In the afternoon, they returned to the study and started their own study and work as usual.

Harry was trying to talk himself out of thinking about the bad morning when Tom's phone rang.

There were also quite a few calls in the morning, but they were all made to the landline, but this time the call went directly to the mobile phone, which caught Harry's attention.

In fact, even Tom was surprised.Because the only person who would call his phone was Nagini besides Harry.Given that Harry was sitting nearby watching him, it was no surprise that Tom saw Nagini on the caller ID.

He couldn't speak Parseltongue in front of Harry, but he had to answer the phone.

Even though such a scene had been anticipated, it didn't mean Voldemort liked it when it actually happened.Because pre-prepared solutions are not perfect.

Voldemort glanced at Harry to see that the latter's attention was entirely on him.At this time, he really wanted the savior to review well and not be distracted by him, but he held back and connected the phone.

"what's up?"

[Tom!How do you speak English to me, you know my hearing is not very good...]

Before Nagini figured out the situation, he came up and complained.

Voldemort restrained the habit of kneading his eyebrows, and slowed down his speech: "Is someone looking for me?"

【Ah, it's Bella.You know, I know her well.Seeing her wandering around the door, I will take the initiative to help her find you. 】

"...I should have said, I didn't see anyone today," said Voldemort in a word.

Harry sensed something unusual, so he simply put down his pen and looked at him intently.

Voldemort used his eyes to convey hints for him to concentrate on his studies, but it was a pity that Harry was not a well-trained Death Eater, and he did not understand the essence of the Dark Lord's gaze at all.

[Bella doesn't want to see you.I took the initiative to ask you. ] Nagini is obviously also good at refusing to read the air, 【She has been at the door and refused to leave. Are you really not here to ask about the situation? 】

Bellatrix was one of the most core and loyal Death Eaters, and she knew the Dark Lord's temper very well. Perhaps something happened that made her want to report but was afraid to ask because of the order.

Harry noticed Tom's pensive expression and probably guessed that he had an emergency to deal with. "Are you going to work?"

Tom's eyes were hesitant, and he didn't answer.Nagini was still hissing on the other end of the phone: [By the way, you are with that savior boy now, and you can’t use Parseltongue...I said it would be like this last time, but I forgot just now...]

"I promised to accompany you today."

said Tom finally.

Harry smiled, "It's okay, Tom. Just go if you have something to do, I'll wait for you."

Nagini was still babbling, [Are you talking to the savior boy, Tom?Why are you ignoring me...]

Tom looked at Harry silently, trying to read his true thoughts from that innocent and handsome face.

The savior really didn't seem to mind, and he concluded at the end.On the contrary, I was a little upset.

[Tom——] Nagini couldn't wait for an answer, and drew his attention with a drawn out voice, [Tom—Riddle—]

"I'll go now," said Tom.

He glanced at Harry one last time, making sure that the Savior had no dissatisfaction before picking up his coat and leaving, "I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Harry stood up and went downstairs together, obediently watching him leave.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room could vaguely see the big iron gate of the courtyard through the lush vegetation. Harry stood behind the window and watched Tom walk out of the iron gate and get into his black car, which then drove out of sight.

After waiting cautiously for a while, Harry turned his head and ran upstairs quickly, rummaged through his backpack to find a silver snuff bottle, and smiled triumphantly.

He hadn't forgotten Sirius' proposal.

When Tom showed hesitation, Harry suddenly realized that this was an excellent opportunity to bind the destination of the floating door key.He can walk around the entire villa with his wand, looking for the most suitable place to transfer.

The first place that comes to mind is the living room, specifically the white square sofa.Harry shook his head, getting it out of his mind.Although he already has an incredible sense of possession of that sofa, but if the destination is set there, his identity will be exposed all at once.

Harry thought for a few minutes - he couldn't wait too long, Tom would be back any minute - and came out into the courtyard.

He walked back and forth among several leafy trees, found an excellent hiding place, and then took out the silver snuff bottle to locate it.He didn't know how far away Tom worked, and he was very nervous when casting the spell, fearing that someone would bump into him.

Just when the savior was uneasy, the Dark Lord had Apparated to his own territory and summoned Bellatrix without saying a word.

"Master, my substitute in Azkaban was cast with a Forgetting Curse!" Bella reported nervously, "Today I sneaked into Azkaban to check the situation as usual. When I checked the memory of the substitute, I found a large blank. And it’s not just a paragraph! Not only that, but the trace spell I placed on the prison door was also triggered..."

Voldemort said coldly: "Your substitute has been discovered."

Bella lowered her head in fear, "...Yes."

Voldemort raised his wand, which caused Bella to tremble reflexively. The spell that the yew wand was going to cast would be hell, but she couldn't resist.

However, to Bella's surprise, the yew wand did not emit any Unforgivable Curse, it was only lightly touched in the air, and a string of time appeared in the faint fluorescent light.

It turned out to be a time-checking curse.

The fluorescent time number disappeared quickly, Voldemort retracted his wand, and said impatiently: "What's the loophole?"

Bella stammered: "No, no more..."

"Go and check it again. Then kill the double, don't leave anything behind."

Bella said without hesitation: "Yes, master."

"Be done by tomorrow."

Voldemort closed his eyes, and Bella quickly reached out to catch a silver thread from his temple.

"Tell this Muggle when there's a result, and I'll know. Nagini is unreliable."

The boa constrictor coiled by his hand understood the evaluation related to him, and unhappily hissed out the snake letter.

Bella put away the memory and said yes in a low voice.Voldemort waved her away, and said to the huge pet in Parseltongue: [Come down, Nagini, I have to go. 】

Bella realized that he was in a hurry and didn't dare to delay, so she quickly saluted and left.Unhappy, the boa constrictor slid down to the ground, allowing her master to get up.

【you dislike me. ] Nagini was a little sad, 【Did I call you by mistake?Let's go so soon...]

[Nothing. ] Voldemort went to the door, 【You are doing well, Nagini.Bella's discovery is important, but it's done.There are more important things now...]

The voice disappeared outside the door.Nagini was locked in his office.

She stared at the door for a while, retracted her body, and crawled to the secret passage leading to her snake's den.

【Isn't that the savior kid...】

When Tom hurried back to the villa in the suburbs, Harry was already sitting in the study, reviewing astronomy carefully and efficiently for a rare period of time.

When the door was opened, the savior welcomed a pair of surprised green eyes, and his restless mood seemed to suddenly dip into a refreshing pond.

"So fast!" Harry stood up to meet him.Tom hooked his lips and asked, "Unhappy?"

"How is it possible! I thought it would be a long wait."

Harry looked up slightly to meet the black eyes, a little embarrassed to find that he didn't know what to do.The study is so big, he ran to Tom in a moment of pleasure, but he had nothing to do, and blocked his way back to his seat... Should he get out of the way?

...Wait, no, what's wrong with him welcoming his lover?

Words between lovers...

Harry's eyes revealed a hint of eagerness, and his hands stretched out slightly tentatively.

Well, a welcome hug...not too much, right?

They stared at each other for a little longer than normal, and Tom's eyes began to change, and almost as soon as Harry raised his hand slightly, he decisively pulled him into his arms.

Harry had never hugged a man like this before.Tom's embrace was not enthusiastic, but his arms were very powerful, and his close body was far stronger than it looked on the outside, and it seemed to contain desires that crushed all. Harry felt his heart beat faster and was surprisingly satisfied.He put his arms around Tom, smelled the cold fragrance from his collar, and experienced the wonderful charm of a same-sex body for the first time.

Feeling Harry's hug back, Tom loosened his restraint slightly, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Stay at night, Harry."

Then he managed to appreciate the innocent teenager Harry's cheeks turning red visibly.

In this atmosphere, Harry couldn't help thinking about those grown-ups.He was so frightened that he broke free from Tom's embrace, and stammered red-faced: "Stay, stay and do, what to do..."

Even if he feels the physical attraction of the same sex, it doesn't mean he can do that...

Tom chuckled at him amusedly, as if reading his thoughts.

"I'm just kidding."

Harry gave him a shameful look, then turned and returned to his seat, "I'm going to continue my review."

Tom returned to his desk and sat down, and soon got into work.

In order not to waste the time-consuming and labor-intensive disguises of the Muggle world, Voldemort had learned about the currency circulation rules and channels between wizards and Muggles, and planned to plunder and accumulate Muggle assets to fill the financial loopholes of the Death Eaters.Although he has a lot of rich subordinates to squeeze, but it is better to be able to continuously obtain property by himself.In the past, the Dark Lord had no energy and no interest, but now the situation is stronger than others. Voldemort has to spare his energy and time to play Muggle tricks, and he must squeeze out the last bit of value from them to be worthy of his efforts.

Most of the approval documents on the desk are evaluation summaries of various Muggle investment cases, and there are also some confirmed investment contracts. They are all the core business of a small bank acquired by Roald Group. Catherine is the first under the former president. Second secretary.The reason why she was asked to be Roald's pseudo-identity secretary was not only that Catherine was smart and sensible, but more importantly, the former president and first secretary needed to continue to manage the company.

After all, the only members of Roald Group before were the president and his driver.That is to say, the polished commander and the president himself relied on his strength as the strongest dark wizard in the world to acquire the small bank like a child's play.

The rest of the time, Tom dealt with a lot of backlogs, and Harry's study plan seemed to be going well.Just when Harry was hesitating whether to stay later and finish his meal before leaving, Catherine visited the villa again.

Harry's entire body was on alarm.This time Catherine did not bring a bulky suitcase, but a women's briefcase, matching a formal black dress, which made her look more professional and elegant.

Harry stared at her savagely, as if he could stare people away.

Catherine took out the sealed document bag from the briefcase and handed it gently to Tom.The latter tore it open and browsed through it, then immediately destroyed it with a shredder, and fell into a moment of contemplation.

Catherine was still standing at Tom's desk, staring slightly down at his handsome features, Harry could even imagine how that gaze brushed over Tom's brows and eyes - it made him angry.

The center of attention, Tom's eyes fell on Harry at some point.

The emerald green eyes were staring at Catherine without blinking, and there was a strong emotion in them. Tom recalled the scene in the morning, and felt that suffocating discomfort again.

"What else is there, Catherine." When he said this, he still stared at Harry, his tone showing a hint of displeasure.

Catherine carefully observed his expression, and couldn't help but follow Harry's strong gaze, but collided with the other's angry stare.She froze for a moment, looked away, and reminded Tom in a low voice: "You have made an appointment for Brienne's suit customization tonight."

Tom remembered this, and asked anxiously, "What time?"

Catherine raised her wrist to look at her watch, "There are 48 minutes left. It takes about half an hour to drive from here."

After she finished speaking, she covered Tom with that kind of soft and veil-like eyes.

Harry was about to explode with anger, and realized that they were going to customize clothes together. He could no longer suppress his anger, and asked, "Is it enough to have James?" His eyes pointed at Catherine very suggestively.

Unexpectedly, Tom said almost at the same time: "Can you take your eyes off my secretary?"

Unanimous questions from both sides erupted without warning. As the center of the flames of war, Catherine could only look back and forth between them in astonishment.

But the two who heard each other's questions seemed to be even more angry.

"Your?" Harry repeated sourly.

Tom stared at him steadily: "Do you want Catherine to stay?"

The expression of Catherine who was mentioned has turned into hesitation, but she kept silent very wisely.

"What? Of course! Don't you spend enough time together?" Harry said indignantly.

"...You may have misunderstood something, Harry." Tom gradually calmed down, recalling Harry's performance, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you're too slow." Harry looked at Catherine sourly again, trying to convey to his boyfriend his ulterior motives.

Tom thought silently for a moment, then suddenly said to Catherine: "Well done, Catherine."

Harry was staring at him this time, eyes spitting fire - and you praised her!

But Tom's next sentence turned him off in an instant.

"—you're fired," announced Tom grimly.