The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Nichols' face turned red and then pale, and it took him a while to recover his voice: "You...you just met each other!"

"Wait—wait a minute!" Harry finally regained consciousness temporarily under the shock, and turned to Nichols, "Nikles, I originally meant well...but you have such an idea!"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Harry..." Nichols tried to quibble, damn he thought Harry was drunk, damn he thought that iceberg beauty would stand by and watch!

"There is no misunderstanding, Nichols, please get out of here." Harry tried to lower his voice, and he quietly touched his wand, "Don't force me to invite you."

Nichols was almost amused by his threat, Harry didn't even have the strength to push him away, dare to warn him?

It's a pity that he couldn't ignore the dangerous man who was staring at him next to him, and this time the beauty hunt failed.

Harry wanted to continue to warn him, but Voldemort had lost his patience. He rang the service bell and said to the waiter who appeared very quickly: "Let him go out, or I will call the police."

In fact, he didn't have a Muggle product like a mobile phone, but they couldn't guess that air threats were also one of his forte talents.

Nichols left unwillingly.Harry sneaked the Oblivion Charm under the table, carefully undetected by Voldemort, who was very cooperative in pretending not to know.

What really troubled them was not Nichols, but the kiss and the declaration without warning.The situation where the two were alone was restored in the small room, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"...Just now, thank you," Harry broke the silence, "help me... help me out." The blood that had finally calmed down surged up again with the reappearance of the picture in his mind.Harry suspected that his face was flushed, and he hung his head uncomfortably, trying to hide his unnaturalness.

It must be the effect of alcohol!He persisted, feeling dizzy again.

Voldemort thought a little differently.The Dark Lord doesn't need a reason to do things, he does what he wants.So when he saw that slutty Nichols wanted to molest Harry, he did it neatly.

Harry Potter belonged to the Dark Lord, he had declared openly.

His life must and can only be ended by him.

He didn't hesitate to get angry when this old enemy was taken advantage of by a lowly Muggle other than himself, and the Muggle would pay for it.He didn't think about his actions at all, he just grabbed the magic power from the unnecessary intimate contact, and habitually wanted to use the Unforgivable Curse to fire his anger.

But Harry's lips and his own sanity stopped him.

Before the magic power is truly restored, you cannot reveal your identity in front of the savior.

Those lips were soft, with some bitterness and sweetness of whiskey left. Voldemort hadn't kissed anyone for a long time, and it felt good after a long time.Then he made a decision.

"Harry, I'm serious," he said.

He thought he had succeeded in picking up some long-discarded techniques, because the ears on either side of Harry's drooping head were red and smoldering, and Wen Yan's raised face contained no negative information other than shock.

"You, you...what are, are you serious?" Harry actually stammered.

"Kiss you," Voldemort said bluntly.

Harry nearly passed out. "But I thought we'd only met—two hours? I'm not sure...Is this too fast, too sudden?"

"I just want to do it." Voldemort's answer made it impossible to be angry. "I hate Nichols and like you, so why not?"

"Are you serious?" Harry swallowed, not sure why he asked, "You said you liked me."

Voldemort looked deeply into his eyes, and his voice was full of force: "If I am serious, will you respond?"

Harry didn't answer, he hated his lucidity and was grateful for it, it made him clearly hear his heart beating around like an out-of-control Bludger in front of the words, both excited and restless, blood spurting. Zhang, full of vitality.

The sound of the train whistle, the sound of water bottles bursting, and the sound of fireworks rising into the air, countless noises exploded in my ears.He suspects that he is hallucinating from excessive alcohol.

"I... I just fell out of love." He muttered to himself, "Cho is a demure girl... I didn't even know I could like a man..." He looked at Voldemort in confusion, but what he didn't say was that the other party was still A Muggle... He was supposed to cast the Oblivion Charm after tonight and never see the Muggle...

Voldemort observed Harry calmly, and the Forgetting Curse Nichols suffered reminded him that if he did not want to lose the memory of tonight, he must always be vigilant about Harry's wand before dawn.Who could have imagined that he would one day be threatened by the power of the teenage savior?A more secure method must be found to prevent the possibility of losing memory.

Harry couldn't think of a result, his brain was not only a mess, but also full of annoying alcohol, and he couldn't distinguish his overly subtle emotions.Maybe he'd have to say no to be on the safe side...

"One month." Voldemort said.

Harry met his black eyes, trying to clear a clear field of vision, but failing.The other party's beautiful eyes were only shrouded in hazy shadows, and he actually felt that even the shadows were damn charming.

"Answer me in a month, I think this time is enough." The man said.

Harry couldn't remember if he felt relieved, but he was no doubt relieved to be able to see him again without having to cast the Oblivion Charm.He nodded vigorously, feeling dizzy and unable to think.

The day was dark and the long moonless night was coming to an end.

Harry looked at the skylight in the corner and thought vaguely that it was time for him to go back.

What did he say at the end?

He felt that was very important, so he let himself stop and think hard.

"Where are we—where shall we meet?"

"It's right here." The other party replied, "The time and place remain the same, I'll wait for you."

He didn't notice that a drunken smirk floated on his face.

Harry stumbled back to the dormitory. All his roommates were already fast asleep. He moved to the bed as quietly as possible, and searched for the hangover potion in the cabinet. Ron turned over disturbed by his movement.

Harry didn't notice this, he groped to pour the potion into his mouth, the refreshing cool air flowed down his throat along the potion, he exhaled comfortably, took off his glasses and poured them into the mattress, not fully crawled into I fell asleep under the covers.

Harry was a little out of sorts for the next few days.Roald's face frequently came to mind, uncontrollably evoking more physical and emotional memories.That strong and short kiss, that brief but powerful declaration, and the last question and agreement... They linger in my heart for a long time and cannot be dispelled. The strong sense of presence almost completely eliminates the melancholy that should have been caused by the broken love.

In the dark, Ron and Hermione completely misunderstood his Valentine's date.

"Harry, Snape is looking at you." Hermione reminded Harry a little angrily that he was distracted in Potions class again.

Ron snickered, "Dude, almost. Even if you just caught up with the girl of your dreams, Snape couldn't possibly give you a short vacation to celebrate."

"Actually, he's coming!" Hermione growled nervously. "Stop talking."

Harry and Ron straightened up, feigned skillfully looking down at their books.But this obviously cannot be perfunctory for the experienced potions master.Snape's voice rang out over their heads.

"Since Mr. Potter loves learning knowledge from textbooks so much, why don't you tell us what he is previewing for the next lesson." Snape picked up his book maliciously, and read, "Quiquet What is the role of nectar in making a scar-free cure?"

"I don't remember, Professor," said Harry dryly.

Snape sneered: "I thought you were dissatisfied with your famous scar and finally planned to find a way to get rid of it. Unfortunately, your potion level is obviously not enough to accomplish this feat."

Slytherin laughed as usual.Hermione glared at them bravely.

"Five points from Gryffindor for being distracted in class."

Ron still brooded about it until they were on their way to the Great Hall.

"Wandering!" He waved his arms exaggeratedly. "I can't believe it! Could there be a more casual reason than that? Why doesn't he just take away all Gryffindor points!"

"But you held back your rebuttal this time, and I have to say that this is a big improvement, Ron." Hermione tried to comfort him, "At least it will be possible for me to win back the points within today."

They entered the Great Hall to find Harry distracted again, as he nearly bumped into the long Ravenclaw table, but Hermione grabbed him quickly.

"Oh, thanks..." Harry said a little embarrassed.

They found an empty seat and sat down.

"Harry, if you have an appointment with Qiu, you can go directly to their academy." Ron said, "I can't bear to face your face full of terminal illness in love."

Harry said ruefully, "It's not what you think! Ron..."

"Oh, look! Autumn is here." Hermione elbowed him and exchanged a tacitly excited look with Ron.

Harry turned his attention to the door, and sure enough, he saw Qiu and a group of girls walking in. She talked to her companions and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Wow. So you kidnapped her to us," said Ron in surprise. "I thought Cho would be shy."

"Can you just shut up and eat?" Harry growled, a little embarrassed.Qiu had found his position and moved straight to this side.Their eyes met, and Harry lowered his head like a thief, swearing it was all Ron's fault for his non-stop teasing. "Promise not to say anything for a while, please," he demanded of Ron and Hermione.

The two looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Hello, Harry," Cho said bravely, "I have something to tell you."

Harry stood up, looking a little bewildered.Hermione wanted to remind him to give Cho a seat, but she obviously still remembered what she promised just now, her mouth was half-opened, and she closed it with difficulty.

"Well, of course. You... do you want to sit here?" Luckily, Harry caught up in time and said awkwardly, "Or should we find a quieter place?"

"No, thank you," Cho said. "I just wanted to say sorry. That day... I lost control of my emotions."

"Oh, never mind," said Harry, hearing his own stiff voice, "I understand, Cho, you don't have to take it to heart."

Qiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Harry." She didn't say anything more, and smiled at him.

The author has something to say:

Xiaoha is not born gay, sois old V.

It's just that Lao Fu has no ethical integrity... Personally, Xiaoha, I think it takes time to calm down and think.

Although it is a candy post, it must follow the basic law