The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Voldemort had returned to the wizarding world, and Harry's last raid still swayed in his mind.

The savior is still underage, although he doesn't care, but tonight is really not a good time to go further.He is about to carry out a very dangerous magic experiment, and he has spent a lot of time in the early preparations, and needs final confirmation tonight, so there is no room for loss.So he had to give up the tempting idea of ​​bringing Harry back, find the disfigurement potion, and drink it in one gulp.

——The time to maintain the deformation is relatively long this time, so potions are needed to assist in setting the shape.

But after tonight there is no need for such a thing.

Voldemort was playing with a golden cup, never thinking that one day he would take the initiative to restore the appearance of his Muggle father——

He no longer needs to rely on his appearance to gain benefits.But when the result of this experiment came with a deformation and decay effect, he directly modified the parameters, and simply changed the decay effect into restoration.

Maybe I have to admit that the love game with the savior really affected him.

Nagini curled up in an armchair, complaining that he was coming back so late.

【Never come back for dinner, I ate alone, Tom...】

Voldemort put down the golden cup and stroked her snake head: [What are you eating? 】

Nagini was immediately distracted: [Charcoal grilled mole!Hehe...you won't let me eat when you're here, this time I can eat all I can eat alone! 】

Voldemort: [Next time I will order Willie not to use mice as ingredients before I leave. 】

Nagini spat out the letter suddenly: [Wow, you can't!Too bad, Tom! 】

The boa constrictor tried to reason with a Dark Lord, and anyone who could understand the conversation couldn't help but pity her.But Nagini seemed genuinely favored, and she wasn't ridiculed.

[Next time you eat prohibited food, don't say it so honestly, Nagini. ] Voldemort actually taught her earnestly.

Nagini's snake head hung down: [Humans are so cunning...]

[Make no mistake, Nagini. 】Voldemort said,【It's me who is cunning, not human beings—some are more upright human beings than you. 】

Nagini snorted a few times, basking in the vision of the future of losing the mole's meal.After a while, she came to her senses and turned to stare at her master strangely: 【Aren't you going to transform a Horcrux tonight?Why are you still sitting here? 】

[... There is a call to answer. 】

Nagini said in surprise: [Are you really going to pay attention to Muggle things? 】

【better than nothing. ] Voldemort answered absently, returning his gaze to the gold cup.

According to his calculations, Harry was able to regain his power on Muggle Night, which was related to soul and blood.Among the two, the soul is the dominant factor, and he naturally thought of the Horcrux.

Only after he retrieved the gold cup did he learn about the experience of a more detailed Horcrux perspective.For example, very similar to Harry's scar reaction, the short-term exchange of perspectives and memory sharing during major emotional fluctuations.

This made the Jinbei Horcrux understand and understand his thoughts and feelings even after being separated from him for many years.

After research and investigation, he came to a very surprising conclusion——

Harry may have been an unplanned Horcrux he created unintentionally.

——To be precise, it is the embryonic form of a Horcrux, a piece of soul.

On that night more than ten years ago, Lily Potter's guardian magic rebounded the Killing Curse, and his soul was separated from the body in the continuous killings and extreme death threats.

The piece of soul was on Harry's forehead, and the lightning scar was the mark when it broke into Harry's body.

How wonderful that Harry Potter is his living human Horcrux.

If he doesn't die, he won't die.

The reverse is also true.

This development, which was completely contrary to expectations, could not help but make him suspicious——

Is the prophecy brought back by Severus Snape really credible?

Judging from Snape's behavior during his downfall, Voldemort had a hard time believing that he was loyal to him.But Snape's worth and his reasonable explanation made him want to believe that he—

A Death Eater spy in Dumbledore's inner circle was worth enough to allow him to tolerate some past mistakes.

But if that mistake even includes a prophecy, it is definitely beyond the tolerable range...

Before he could think any further, the phone rang.

Voldemort took out his mobile phone, Harry's name was unsurprisingly written on the caller ID, his eyes paused for a moment, and his careful mind began to imagine how this picture would be seen by Harry—perhaps the note of "Harry Potter" It's too unfamiliar, it's safer to change the name to "Harry".

In the flash of his thoughts, he pressed the answer button.

"Tom!" Harry's voice broke out before he put the receiver to his ear, "I'm in the dorm, don't worry!"

Voldemort: "...um. Good."

Harry: "Well, how about you? Are you home yet?"

Voldemort: "Here we are."

Harry: "Great. I'm a little worried that James is driving too fast."

"Don't worry, he has a lot of experience."

Sensing Harry's excitement, Voldemort reassured him.

"It's late, go to bed early."

Harry was silent on the other end for a while, and then reluctantly said: "...um."

But no goodbye, no hang up.

Voldemort guessed his mood, and asked tentatively, "Are you going to die?"

"...Wait a minute!" Harry couldn't hold back anymore, "You... what time do you leave tomorrow morning?"

"...Harry, you have to go to bed today."

Voldemort could practically read Harry's thoughts over the radio.On the one hand, it made him feel happy, but on the other hand, it brought him a lot of trouble.

"Go to bed right away...I can get up early and call you to see you off." Harry was a little aggrieved, "Remember the alarm clock you gave me? I'll use it tomorrow, and I'll definitely wake up!"

"I'd rather you use the alarm clock on the morning of our date." Voldemort finally chose to arouse Harry's sense of guilt to end the conversation. "I promise to be the first to notify you when I get back, Harry. Now go to bed."

Harry finally hung up hesitantly.For a moment, Voldemort felt relieved.

[You were too patient with him, Tom. 】Nagini listened attentively to the whole process, flicking his tail quite dissatisfied,【You often talk to me absent-mindedly. 】

【it's necessary. 】Voldemort picked up the gold cup and walked to the basement,【In the Muggle nights of the new moon, I need to rely on contact with him to maintain my strength. 】

[You have already mentioned the reason. ] Nagini followed him, and didn't buy it very much, 【Isn't the transformation of the Horcrux this time to solve your little problem once a month? 】

Voldemort glanced at her, [This is not a small problem, Nagini. 】

They walked into the deep underground stairs, and the torches on both sides were blazing.The hissing snake language became even more eerie.

[Also, there is no way to completely solve it for the time being. 】

One person and one snake sank into the deep underground depths.

In the underground laboratory that was strictly protected and isolated by magic, Voldemort finished the final preparations and inspections, and even Nagini had to leave before the official start.

Before she could grumble and complain, Voldemort handed the phone to the cocked snake.

【Take care of it for me.Bring it to me when you're done. 】

Amber snake eyes stared at him: [You can't live without it, Tom. 】

Voldemort was indifferent: [You should go. 】

The next half month felt extremely long to Harry.He was still on Easter break, but everyone in Year [-] was nervously preparing for their OWLs, not to mention Ron and him, who were surviving under Hermione's high-pressure revision schedule.But Ron had at least one afternoon to relax and practice Quidditch, and Harry hadn't touched a broom for nearly a year.

These were things he was getting used to, and the one that wracked Harry the most was undoubtedly Tom's departure.

In the first few days, Harry was still immersed in the sweet aftertaste of the Easter date, and his involuntary smirk from time to time earned him a lot of contempt from Ron and Hermione, and Harry quickly learned to ignore them.

As time went on, Harry felt more and more tormented, and even the sweetness of the date became a catalyst, making him more distracted.

Hermione felt abnormal in his review progress.

"Harry, you're distracted again, aren't you?"

They're studying in the library, said Hermione angrily.But she took great care to control the volume, because the experience of being kicked out by Mrs. Pince was still vivid in her memory.

Today happened to be the day when Ron went to Quidditch training, only Hermione and Harry were studying together, and Harry's absence attracted Hermione's attention even more.

Harry froze for a moment, and simply gave up his sophistry, "Alas..."

Hermione frowned: "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth, but still felt unable to speak, so he sighed again.

"Ugh……"

Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and stood up from her seat, grabbed Harry's arm and walked towards the exit of the library, dragging him all the way to the lawn outside the castle.

"Now, either make it clear, or go back here with a sigh." Hermione said very forcefully.

Harry had no choice but to tell the truth.

Hermione's stern eyes gradually melted, and finally she said helplessly, "You're sick, Harry."

Harry asked with question marks all over his face: "What?"

"Lovesickness," Hermione said in a snap.

Harry woke up like a dream. "It turns out...that's what it feels like..."

"...You're really hopeless, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I'm a little curious about what Roald looks like. You weren't so exaggerated when you were with Cho."

Speaking of Qiu, Harry suddenly recalled the last bad communication. During this time, everyone was busy reviewing, and Harry was tortured by Tom's departure, and he completely forgot her...

Recalling how difficult it was for Tom to be late last time, Harry felt that this matter must be resolved before Tom returned.