The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The magic degradation of the night of the new moon is most likely a sequela caused by a flaw in the resurrection magic, and Voldemort has been looking for a cure.Transforming the Horcrux this time is the most reliable solution he conceived.

— Of course, only a part of it, but the most critical and effective part.

The experiment is very precise and dangerous, and it must be concentrated without any mistakes.So Voldemort spent a lot of time arranging the activities of the Death Eaters, and finally verified something on Harry before starting the two-week retreat.

He needs to make several consecutive attempts until he finds the most suitable transformation entrance.

After a whole week of magic experiments, the soul and container in the golden cup were completely separated, from an indestructible horcrux to a precarious soul and container.

For the souls in the golden cup, this is the most dangerous moment, and it is also the beginning of the dangerous transformation that will last for several days.

The mysteries of the soul are endless, and even Voldemort, who thinks he has traveled far enough on this path, still has countless puzzles that cannot be explained.However, since he sealed his academic self into Ravenclaw's crown, he rarely has the motivation to study as hard as he did when he was a student.

The diary of youth and frivolity, the gold cup of forbearance and restraint, the locket of lust...Through splitting the soul with different focuses, he thought that he had stripped away more and more weak emotions.But the soul has never been quantified so simply.Voldemort actually understood that those weaknesses were not so much stripped away as they were hidden in a more secretive way.But the effect achieved was satisfactory enough.

Today's transformation of Horcruxes is very likely to bring back those weakened weaknesses.But compared with the loss of magic, these feelings seem less fatal.He weighed the situation of each Horcrux, and finally chose Hufflepuff's golden cup.

The first half of the experiment went smoothly, and the second half completely entered a new field.The expected hell-level pain swept through.

First, the bone-piercing cold spread into the limbs and bones, like walking naked in the wilderness and snowy desert, the bleak wind and snow whizzed and turbulent, biting and crushing.Starting from the fingertips, the frozen pain was burning like fire, moving inward inch by inch.When it was close to the chest, the limbs had lost feeling.

He bit his lip with strong willpower, and the smell of blood slid into his throat, barely arousing a sense of temperature other than temperature, and whispered a spell.The right hand held the wand by inertia, and the tip of the wand emitted a faint halo following the spell, flying up like feathers, one after another, floating in the room.

The first point of light touched him, like a miniature sun, burning hot into his body.The blood and nerves that had just been frozen by the extreme cold were melted, deformed, and swelled all the way. The extreme pain hit the nerves paralyzed by the cold, and the cerebral cortex exploded.

But that's just the beginning.The first photoelectric seemed to touch some kind of switch, and the halo floating in the room was attracted by invisible gravity, and suddenly penetrated into the body from all directions.

Thousands of knives, ten thousand needles.

At that moment, the pain was on the verge of a limit, and the consciousness was slightly slackened.

Gold Cup spends most of its time in the Gringotts vault.

The vault belonging to Lady Lestrange is one of the oldest and best guarded of the great vaults.It is filled with countless gold and silver treasures, even as Hufflepuff's legendary gold cup, it is not so conspicuous among them.In order to protect the Horcrux, the gold cup was deliberately buried deep in the gold and silver treasures, so that even the refracted light could hardly reach it.

Even so, the owner of the treasury still digs it out every time he comes, and holds it in his hand to watch and rub it carefully.

Those are a few fragments of occasional color in the large dark memory, and each time it is taken out, it will be hidden in a deeper corner.While protecting from prying eyes, you can't see any other world.

Those hours fly like arrows across the edge of consciousness.

Voldemort regained his sanity and felt much less pain.

Gradually, the halo that poured into the body was no longer a sword, but turned into a warm drizzle, soothing the muscles and bones from the outside to the inside.

He opened his eyes again, and found that he had fallen on the experimental table at some point.To be honest, it was much better than expected. He propped up his body, reached for the prepared potions on the shelf, and drank them bottle by bottle in order.

Turning his wrist, the wand was aimed at his aching left shoulder, and he finally had the energy to cast meticulous and precise magic.

A faint glow is injected, some dense cracks slowly heal, and some misplaced sharp ones slowly move and passivate...

This is a long and exhausting process.

Nagini was woken up by the alarm on his phone.She turned the tail of the snake in an unhappy mood, raised her head and glared at the little thing that disturbed the dream, wishing she could swallow it in one gulp.

The next thing she realized was the time Voldemort expected the experiment to end, and she straightened herself up, almost jumped, and snaked happily down to the basement.Halfway through the walk, I suddenly remembered something, and when I came back, I hurriedly rolled up the phone with my tail, and the snake kept crawling towards the basement.

Through the heavy protection set by Voldemort, he broke into the door of the laboratory all the way.So far, even she can't get in.

However, the boa constrictor was not in a hurry, he coiled up at the door and waited with peace of mind.

The phone would ring at regular intervals, and Nagini would press the dial button instead of turning off the alarm, leaving it to the periodic noise pollution.

Just when she couldn't take it anymore, the door opened.

[It's so noisy. 】

A familiar figure appeared in the backlight, with a slightly tired voice.

Nagini straightened up in surprise, 【Tom, you are finally finished! 】

【Um. 】

Voldemort walked out of the laboratory, the pain in his body still not completely over, but there was nothing unusual about his actions.

[Give me the phone. 】

Nagini followed him and walked out, handing over the phone with his tail, not very happy.

[I knew I needed a mobile phone.So heartless, I was the one waiting for you to come out. 】

Voldemort skillfully turned off the alarm clock, with a slight arc on his lips: [Well done, Nagini. 】

The big boa constrictor hissed and spat out the letter, and flicked its tail on the ground, finally stopped complaining.

They made their way back to the dining room, where Voldemort summoned the house-elves to prepare the food.In order to save time, relying on nutritional pills can barely maintain his body functions, and he has not had a regular meal for half a month.

Nagini wrapped his arm around him, as if the separation during this period made her extra clingy, the triangular snake head gently and carefully rubbed against his cheek.

Only then did she realize one thing.

[You... seem to have become ugly? 】

Voldemort, who had regained his human appearance, was a little ironic. He gently pushed Nagini away from his face, and lightly echoed: 【I think so too. 】

Nagini slid down his body, adding: [Still skinny. 】

Voldemort paused in picking up his knife and fork, and glanced at Nagini, who had reappeared from the opposite side.

[I feel a little sorry for you, Tom. 】The boa constrictor said naively,【Ask Wei Li to cook more delicious food to comfort you... By the way, let’s have some mole dinner, I’m sure you’re ugly because you don’t like eating mice . 】

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and instead of commenting on her apparent attempt, he summoned the house-elf.

"Swap Nagini for a vegetable salad."

Amidst the shrill responses of the house-elves and Nagini's accusing wails, Voldemort desperately needed a little personal space.

He picked up the plate and went back to the bedroom to rest.

Lying on the bed tiredly, feeling uncomfortably hurt by the things in his pocket, he realized that he had always carried his mobile phone with him.

The last phone call before the experiment reappeared in his ears, and the fine itching and tingling in the bones and flesh lingered. He knew that the existence of a savior could greatly relieve them.

As a matter of course, he called Harry's phone again by a strange coincidence.

"Tom! Are you back??"

The first beep was picked up, and Harry's voice sounded surprised and excited.

"Where are you? Are you home?"

"Um……"

Voldemort rubbed between his brows and sighed silently. In fact, he was really tired...

"Great, I happen to be nearby, so I'm going to find you!"

Harry finished talking excitedly and hung up.

Voldemort only paused for a second, and the call ended. He dialed again, but the other party had no signal.

………… Damn Gryffindor!

He threw away the phone in annoyance, forced himself to get up from the bed, and while walking to the door, he hooked the phone with the calling spell.

Disapparating to Roald's Villa, his exhaustion was even worse. Distraught, he tore off some clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

By the time Voldemort tried to dial back, Harry had activated the floating door key.

The phone and his whole body were flying in the wind, and the belly button was the familiar experience of being hooked, but the floating portkey took a little longer than the normal portkey, and the dizziness and nausea doubled, Harry When it appeared in the courtyard of the villa, it fell directly into the bushes.

He got up while patting the soil in embarrassment, and retched a few times before he could hold back, slightly relieving his nausea.Looking around was very quiet, Harry looked worriedly at the building, waited for a while, and was relieved that there was no sound of opening the door to check.

He didn't go directly into the house, but walked along the green plants in the courtyard to the root of the fence.Estimated the height of the wall, ruled out the plan of climbing over it, closed his eyes instead, and tried to apparate.

In the latest practice at Grimmauld Place, Harry had successfully moved into the red circle drawn by Sirius, and now there was only a wall separating him, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Five minutes later, Harry successfully stood in front of the villa's outer gate.Although he looks a bit embarrassed on the outside, his heart is filled with the excitement of successfully apparating, and the anticipation of seeing Tom soon.

He restrained himself for a while, feeling that the time should be more or less reasonable, and finally rang the doorbell.

The iron door slammed open slowly.Harry stared at it in amazement, knowing for the first time that the door could be controlled remotely.When the door was opened wide enough, Harry immediately rushed in, ran to the small building familiarly, and tried to turn the handle, but the door was unlocked.

He pushed the door open and went in, "Tom, where are you?" He called and walked in.

The furnishings in the living room seemed to remain the same as they left last time. Harry's eyes fell on the white sofa, and then moved to the door of the lounge on the first floor.

Footsteps came up the stairs before he could explore further.

Tom sighed faintly, "I just got back, Harry."

Harry showed a smiling face ahead of time, and walked towards the stairs. When he saw his boyfriend climbing down the stairs, his breath was slightly stagnant.

He was still wearing the same shirt and trousers, but he seemed to have just finished a bath, with a towel on his wet head, and only two buttons on his shirt. His fair face with moisture was refreshed and tired at the same time.

Harry felt his cheeks steam, but he frowned as Tom got closer.

"you lost weight."

He carefully looked at the boyfriend who was getting closer and closer.The cheeks are slightly sunken, which makes the facial features more outstanding, but adds a kind of sad and handsome.

For some reason, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

Seems like a long time ago, where I saw him.