The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Little Barty Crouch stood in front of the fireplace in the living room, anxiously waiting for the Dark Lord to summon him.

In the past half a month, the Death Eaters continued to smooth out relations with the Ministry of Magic step by step, secretly deploying the plan for Operation Azkaban.As a core member, Barty Jr. does not participate in these operations, but has been secretly observing.During this period of time, various interesting signs occurred, but due to the Dark Lord's retreat, he could not report them.So as soon as he received the news, he rushed to ask for an interview.

The house elf appeared with a bang, and the tip of his nose was about to touch the ground, "Dear guest, please go to the study and wait, the master will be there soon."

Little Barty left the living room without any hesitation, came to the study room familiarly, and stood in the middle right position as soon as he entered, as close to the door as the desk, which was the most appropriate way to welcome the Dark Lord from the door to the desk s position.

He rehearsed the questions he was about to report one last time in his mind.

The door opened silently.

Little Barty recovered from his contemplation in an instant, and bowed to greet the Dark Lord, "Master..." He froze when he raised his head slightly. The wizard walking slowly was as oppressive as ever, but that face...

For a split second, his body tensed up, and his first reaction was that Voldemort had been switched.

"Relax, Barty." Voldemort walked past him without looking sideways, ignoring the Death Eater's stunned gaffe.

It wasn't until he sat down behind the desk that his bloody gaze fell on little Barty, that the latter was completely sure of his identity.

His eyes became more fanatical, and he bent down deeply.

"Please forgive my rudeness, master."

"I can understand." Voldemort didn't bother to dwell on trivial matters, and went straight to the point, "Why are you here?"

The core of Barty Jr.'s task is to get rid of the relationship with the Death Eaters. Voldemort once clearly instructed him to reduce the number of unnecessary meetings with himself.So his request for a meeting represented a major event.

"Yes." Little Barty tried to suppress the shock in his heart, allowing himself to quickly recall the prepared report points, "About ten days ago, I found that the Order of the Phoenix's staff in the Ministry of Magic has decreased..."

In order to cover the actions of the Death Eaters in Azkaban, the missions and instructions received by the peripheral Death Eaters are only related to the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, the Order of the Phoenix has always put its monitoring power in the Ministry of Magic.

But Barty Jr. found them evacuating quietly.

"...The retreat was very secretive, and the behavior of important personnel such as Kingsley Shacklebolt showed no abnormalities. If the abnormalities were not found in the Ministry of Magic's daily entry and exit personnel list, I am afraid it will take a long time to notice."

Barty Jr. said worriedly.

"The Order of the Phoenix must have found something."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then said grimly, "There are traitors."

Batty Jr. was aroused by the stern tone in that tone of goosebumps.

"The only ones who know about this are Bellatrix and Paris," Voldemort glanced at him with bloodshot eyes, "—who do you think?"

Little Barty suddenly felt pressured, "I dare not, master..." He quickly glanced at Voldemort, and found that the latter's expression was getting colder, and added in time, "But I have another guess."

Voldemort: "Say."

"I believe that neither Lestrange nor Everheart would dare to disobey your order so stupidly." Little Barty raised his eyes cautiously and said, "Does...the Order of the Phoenix have forces that we don't know yet? "

Under his apprehensive gaze, Voldemort slowly smiled.Its completely different appearance from the past makes it no longer frightening, but exudes a breathtaking charm.

"You always surprise me, Barty," said Voldemort slowly. "A very astute guess, covering more than half the truth."

Little Barty was overwhelmed by the Dark Lord's rare real praise, and his eyes were no longer restrained, full of fanaticism and admiration.

Voldemort explained in a good mood: "You guessed it, neither Bellatrix nor Paris. The traitor suspect actually didn't know Azkaban's plan. But if he has the ability to become the traitor , He should be smart enough to detect doubts through some arrangements that do not conform to my usual style. Just doubts cannot shake the Order of the Phoenix, so we must go to Azkaban to test the truth."

The smile on his lips turned cruel.

"When they confirmed the fact that Bella was impersonated in Azkaban, the traitor's speculation was confirmed - you said their evacuation started about ten days ago - it was Bella's double who died in Azkaban. Zkaban soon."

Little Barty was startled and excited: "Master, you are really amazing!" His praise was sincere, but somehow it sounded like flattery, "That traitor pretends to be smart, but you have already seen through him! "

Voldemort ignored his flattery, and said coldly: "But even so, it is not entirely certain of his betrayal. There is a certain possibility that the Order of the Phoenix discovered the secret of Azkaban by itself."

"But he's too suspicious!" Little Barty said eagerly, "Let me get rid of this hidden danger for you, master!"

"Hidden danger..." Voldemort chewed on the word, "Indeed, I don't mind killing a would-be traitor by mistake. But he can still be useful... If used well, it might be able to put Dumbledore to death..."

Little Barty's heart was shocked, and he fanatically looked at the Dark Lord who was lost in thought, not daring to make a sound to interfere.

"...I will test him one last time." Voldemort ended the conversation almost to himself.

Scarlet eyes fell back on Little Barty: "You can go."

Little Barty exited the room.Voldemort took out the parchment from the drawer, and wrote while he pondered.

Until Bellatrix, who was summoned by him, knocked on the door.

"Owner……"

Similar to Batty Jr., when Bella saw his new image, she seemed to be choked by the throat, and even the greeting stopped abruptly.

Voldemort only looked up and gave her a quick glance, "Close the door."

Hanging down his eyes, he continued to complete the list in his hand.

Bella also confirmed his identity from that line of sight, but still couldn't believe her eyes.He closed the door almost in panic, and walked to the place where he reported in the past, a little at a loss.

But Voldemort made it clear that he was busy, so she didn't dare to act rashly, and could only refrain from checking over and over again that she was not hallucinating.

As the important news came to fruition, Bella's heart beat wildly, as if she could hear the intense pounding in her chest.

She kept taking deep breaths to control her emotions, worried about disturbing the Dark Lord who was on business.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Voldemort to complete the list, cast a refreshing spell on the wet ink, and told Bella, "Come here."

The command almost made her heart jump out of her throat.But years of accomplishment still allowed her to walk behind the table fluently and bow slightly to the Dark Lord.I don't know if it was intentional or not, some low-cut necklines exposed a large area of ​​skin.

It's a pity that Voldemort didn't look at her, and only handed her the parchment he had just written.

"This list is for the Death Eaters to save, and you know what to do."

The scarlet eyes finally swept towards her, but they didn't stay on the skin at all, but pierced through the vision full of danger, piercing the bottom of the heart.It seems that all selfish distractions have nowhere to hide under such sharpness.

Bella recovered from the unbalanced heartbeat, trembling slightly: "Yes."

"Tell them clearly in advance. But things can only be given on the day of the action." Voldemort said, "In addition, they need to pay attention to an extra person for me."

Bella lowered her body, and her voice was unconsciously soft: "Who is it?"

"Severus Snape."

The name surprised Bella, but it was more of a surprise.

"Yes!" she couldn't help adding this time, "I've long thought he couldn't be trusted, Master! I'll definitely keep an eye on Snape!"

Voldemort said displeased: "It's not you who are watching, it's these people." He pointed at the list, his tone became dangerous, "Don't make me say it a second time."

"I was wrong!" Bella hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty, "Please forgive me, master. I will strictly obey the order."

Voldemort looked down at her, making sure that the latter really understood the strictness of the order, before looking away.

Bella has many advantages, but she is too easy to be emotional. From this point of view, she is somewhat similar to some Gryffindors...

Those green eyes came to mind inadvertently.

—I've missed you so much during this time, Tom...

"...Master..." Bella's hoarse and anxious voice brought him back to reality.

He realized that Bella was still kneeling beside him...and closer.

She looked up at him, swallowed imperceptibly, her voice tightened: "Your face..."

Voldemort stared down at her, and suddenly smiled slightly.

Bella paused for breath almost visibly.

He reached out and lifted her chin without any effort, because the latter leaned over directly flattered, and didn't stop until he exerted a slight force.

"I can feel, Bella," Voldemort looked into her dark gray eyes, "your...feeling for me."

"Master..." The witch's voice trembled slightly.

"If I fell asleep just now, what would you do?"

he asked in a low voice.The content of the words made Bella dizzy.

"——I am willing—willing to do anything! Master—" her chest rose and fell, "as long as it's you..."

The face that had been devastated by Azkaban still showed the beauty of the past, and what was more attractive than it was the chest that rose and fell with her fierce breathing.

But the scarlet gaze drifted away dully.

Voldemort didn't even know whether to laugh or taunt.

He let go of Bella, turned back to the desk, and dismissed the guest in a casual manner: "You can go."

Bella didn't understand how everything just started and how it ended.The conversation and touch just now were like what happened in a dream, she couldn't believe it, and she was unwilling to stop so abruptly.Kneeling stubbornly, longing for the Dark Lord to change his mind.

But the hard-hearted dark wizard has already taken out a document, and said casually and not to be ignored: "I don't want to use the Cruciatus Curse to get you away, Bella."

Bella trembled, gritted her teeth for the last second, and stood up slowly unwillingly, "Thank you...for your mercy..."

Voldemort's lack of answer meant she had to leave quickly.

Taking one last deep look at him, Bella walked out the door annoyed and frustrated.It wasn't until the sound of the door lock being locked that Voldemort turned his gaze from the page of information.

Bella loves him no less than the savior.

But...they are very different.