The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Voldemort had used Legilimency with ease when Draco looked up.

That head was as empty as he had expected.

I didn't intend to get any valuable information from the minds of such teenagers, I just got used to this process.Quickly and uninterestingly evacuated.

As for this little Malfoy's trick, Voldemort already knew it all from Harry.

Bold and bold, he surrendered to the savior in private.If he was serious about it, the whole Malfoy family would suffer.

However, Harry's schadenfreude was contagious, which made him feel a little nasty, and decided to ignore Draco's little thoughts for the time being.

"Let me see... are you in fifth grade now?"

He mentioned it like gossip.

Draco was still immersed in the huge visual impact and paranoia, and his reaction was not very sensitive.

"I... yes... you're right..."

He couldn't help but search the surroundings from the corner of his eye, and immediately found the familiar pitch-black robe of his headmaster, and took a quick peek, wanting to get some inspiration.It's a pity that Snape's face was like carved in stone, the cold and hard lines did not reveal any emotion, and there was not even a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Draco found nothing.But the atmosphere at the scene at least told him an amazing fact.The young and beautiful wizard in front of him is the rumored Dark Lord.

Yes, beautiful.That's the only way to describe that face.

Draco didn't dare to look directly for a long time, and the impression he got from a glimpse was very faint, and those eyes were intensely bright and bloody, overwhelming the delicate sense of the entire face.Even so, the subtle elegance still catches the eye in the background.

Draco was used to seeing beauties since he was a child, and most of them were already numb, but he never expected that the real face of the Dark Lord is not only not scary or ugly, but surprisingly beautiful.The huge contrast gave him a sense of absurdity, and at some point his mind went blank, and he even felt slightly dizzy.

His worries are completely unnecessary.When I looked at the Dark Lord, I didn't have any extra thoughts in my head except shock.

It's hard to tell whether it's shocking because of its astonishment, or trembling because of its identity.

Even if you look away, the lingering prestige of shaking still lasts for a long time.

The incapacitated response clearly made him look ridiculous, and the Death Eaters let out a sparse chuckle.Draco felt his face burn hot, and he took a silent breath to calm himself down.

"What are you laughing at?"

Voldemort's eyes swept over the Death Eaters, extinguishing all laughter like a lap of cold water.

"This fifth-year Hogwarts student has done something you haven't done in more than ten years."

His voice was full of oppression, and the Death Eaters understood the implication, and some of them had already shrunk their heads in advance, for fear of accidentally getting undue attention.

"—get Dumbledore out of Hogwarts."

Draco never expected that the Dark Lord would help him out, and he immediately lifted his spirits, and raised his eyes to sneak a peek in surprise and excitement.All the Death Eaters were trying to reduce their sense of presence, but Lucius, who sat a little further away, straightened his back.

Voldemort saw all their little movements.Even without Remembrance, he knew exactly what Lucius was thinking; Draco almost wrote his thoughts on his face.He stroked his wand lightly, allowing the Malfoys to enjoy the Dark Lord's favor for a while, a savory dessert.

"My lord, I just did a little favor!"

Draco replied modestly.

In fact, the smug arc of the corner of his mouth is almost up to his ears.

Voldemort's attention returned to him, and Draco's complacency suddenly subsided a lot.

"No need to be humble, you've done a good job, Draco." He said meaningfully, "I've been thinking about your reward."

Draco's ears perked up, his expression unbearably expectant and nervous.

"Then I decided it was time for some fresh blood for the Death Eaters."

Draco's eyes lit up, and he looked at him in surprise: "You mean..."

Voldemort nodded slightly, "The meeting is over, I will mark you."

The Death Eaters on the long table let out small gasps, surprised by the Dark Lord's decision.Draco heard a particularly loud sound coming from nearby, from Bellatrix's position.

If it was normal, Bella would definitely object fiercely. She always scoffed at the Malfoy family's mediocre life, not to mention that Draco was only 15 years old, and his magical ability was still questionable.However, with the beating of the Dark Lord just now and the fact that Dumbledore had left before her eyes, even she had no courage to object now.

"Thank you for your generosity, master...!" Lucius' nervous voice came, sounding a kind of artificial joy.Draco just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly followed: "It's an honor, great... Master!"

Voldemort said, "Bella, I thought you wouldn't mind making room for your new friend."

Bella, who was already upset, stared at Draco even more angrily upon hearing this, but she could only grit her teeth.Reluctantly, he gave up the position on the right hand side of the Dark Lord.Voldemort turned a blind eye to this, and with a tap of his wand, a new seat was conjured from a coaster, signaling Draco to sit down.

"Your mission will be discussed later," he announced. "We should get down to business."

Before Draco could sit still, he heard the explosive news.

"—About Azkaban's ~violent~chaos plan."

This was one of the core secret plans after the return of the Dark Lord. Even Lucius didn't understand it very well, but this was the first time Draco heard of it.The name alone revealed the chilling content, Draco was afraid and frightened, and there was even a hint of excitement, holding his breath on the chair, for fear of missing any information.

"Master, I've already made arrangements—" Bella started the topic impatiently.

Malfoy's father and son's ability to adapt to the situation made her feel aggrieved for too long, and finally it was her turn at home, and she was gearing up to impress the Dark Lord, but was interrupted again.

"Don't worry." Voldemort said nonchalantly, "Let's hear from Severus first."

She thought of Voldemort's secret order not long ago, and immediately fell silent.He only looked at Snape on the other side in a suppressed and complicated manner.Draco couldn't help but looked over curiously. It was the first time he saw his headmaster on such an occasion, and he couldn't say it wasn't new.

Snape, who was under the spotlight, was still expressionless, like a plaster statue without emotion, his dark eyes turned politely to the Dark Lord, without any emotion.

"Yes, master. During this period of time, I was busy making potions. Apart from the well-known incident of Dumbledore leaving school, I only got news that some members of the Order of the Phoenix sneaked into the Ministry of Magic."

He mentioned several possible members of the Order of the Phoenix, and finally speculated: "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​still trying to win Fudge's trust, although I think Dumbledore has given up hope..."

Voldemort listened noncommittally, and said, "You look very resentful, Severus."

Draco observed Snape in amazement, no matter what, he couldn't see any emotion from that cold face, and he didn't understand where the Dark Lord's conclusion came from.

"Dissatisfied with the task I arranged?" Voldemort asked confidently.

Snape's facial lines finally changed slightly, showing some respect: "Not at all, my master."

Voldemort sneered: "What about the progress of potions?"

Snape said: "The first batch of test items have been produced, but there are not enough samples for testing..."

"I remember that the Order of the Phoenix likes to receive useless squibs, and Hogwarts has them ready."

Snape's lips turned pale slightly: "... I am incompetent. I spent too much time making potions, and I didn't have time to find them. Please punish me."

The repeated conversations between the two made the Death Eaters dare not breathe. It was the first time Draco had seen such a scene, and he was still sitting so close that there was nowhere to hide if he wanted to.When Snape bowed his head to admit his mistake, he raised his heart to his throat, fearing that the Dark Lord sitting next to him would suddenly cast a spell, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

Voldemort did not intend to move his wand. On the contrary, his tone softened again: "I have high hopes for your results, Severus. You understand what a potion to cure Squibs means to us."

Draco was shocked again - Squibs have been a problem that has plagued pure-blood wizards for thousands of years, and now the Dark Lord intends to ask Professor Snape to solve this problem?He couldn't figure out whether it was overconfidence or deliberately making things difficult.He secretly looked at the expressions of the other Death Eaters, but found that the nearby Death Eaters were either looking fierce or expressionless, so they could only look away resentfully.

Snape's face seemed even more ashamed.

"I'm afraid my ability is limited, Master..."

"I know it's difficult," said Voldemort, as if reasonably reasonable, "so I'm sure students at Hogwarts can see how busy their Potions master has been lately - isn't it, Draco?"

Draco tensed up instantly, and subconsciously echoed: "Yes..." Then he added hesitantly, "Actually...everyone is preparing for OWLs recently...but the dean does always stay in the office, and he shuts the door when he specifically asks questions not see."

When it came to the OWLs, for some reason, Voldemort's mind had Harry's head buried in the astronomy questions.The usually lively and active boy seemed unexpectedly quiet at that time.To be honest, not only did Harry find Tom's appearance at his desk attractive, but when Voldemort occasionally raised his head, he was also surprised by the image of the savior's quietly thinking scroll.

That contrast reminded him of an often overlooked fact that the Savior was just a teenager studying hard at Hogwarts.He accomplished many feats with a fearless bravery, but with little tendency to arrogance.Even in the face of Tom, who is just an ordinary Muggle, he never shows off his extraordinaryness, but listens carefully to the other party's opinions and ideas.

This seemed incredible to Voldemort.He couldn't understand, and was somewhat disdainful.But as a party treated with such respect and kindness, it is true that there is no resentment.

Rather, it produced a strange attraction.

Thinking back to the current meeting, Voldemort was a little displeased with his distraction, and his eyes stayed on Draco unkindly, causing the latter's heart to rise to his throat for an instant, and cold sweat all over his forehead.

Voldemort had no sense of guilt for intimidating the teenager, and slowly looked away, letting the blond boy escape, and turned to Snape, who was expressionless.

"Keep it up, Severus. Potions come first to you."

One sentence determined Snape's dark pharmaceutical career.

The black-haired Death Eater pursed his lips, trying to save himself some time: "But the information from the Order of the Phoenix..."

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, not hiding the sarcasm in his words, "Depending on the information you provided today, the Death Eaters would have been wiped out by the Order of the Phoenix long ago."

With the Dark Lord taking the lead, some Death Eaters who didn't like Snape laughed softly.Bellatrix, especially, had a smug look written all over her face.It's a pity that she didn't go too well with the Dark Lord today, and Voldemort had no intention of letting that smugness continue.

"Bella, I assume you haven't forgotten your mistake in Azkaban."

The smugness on Bellatrix's face was instantly wiped away by this sentence.

She recalled that she had not been punished for this, and she couldn't help having a terrible association, her shoulders shrank slightly, and she tried to make her voice appear docile: "Please punish..."

The yew wand wavered as she watched in awe.Draco thought he saw her shudder, and his heart almost skipped a beat because of the atmosphere.

"We need to act in advance." Voldemort did not cast the spell, but said with a stern tone, "The Order of the Phoenix has noticed that the original plan will be greatly disrupted... we must act immediately. Time is very tight, all The combat power must be mobilized... I allow you to take the blame and make meritorious deeds, Bella."

Bella hurriedly confessed: "I will definitely live up to expectations, master!"

Voldemort glanced at Snape: "And you, Severus, I allow you to participate in the research and development of potions after participating in this operation."

Snape bowed his head in disbelief.

Simple and neat orders were issued one after another, and Draco began to be confused.But he didn't dare to relax for a moment. The pressure of the Dark Lord's proximity could not be ignored. Several times Draco thought that the wand was about to cast the Unforgivable Curse. Fortunately, no one angered the Dark Lord until the end.

To be precise, the second half of the meeting was almost Voldemort's speech. All the Death Eaters were as quiet as chickens, and only laughed at the right time when adjusting the atmosphere.The atmosphere of self-insecurity made him nervous and frightened, as well as a hint of secret confusion.

The end of the meeting was Voldemort's mark on him.

Draco knelt on the cold floor, silently enduring the pain drawn by the Dark Mark.

"You're doing well, Draco."

Voldemort lifted Draco up with his own hands, and under the flattered gaze of the latter, he bent slightly and stared irresistibly into the boy's gray eyes.

"I have decided to entrust you with a crucial task, monitoring the savior Harry Potter."

Those bloody eyes were full of meaning.

For a split second, Draco's mind flooded uncontrollably with images of the bathroom conversation.When he realized what he was thinking, his heart constricted and ached slightly, and his hands and feet were as cold as losing blood.

No, no—stop—

He lowered his eyes in a panic, trying to adjust his breathing.

"That's, that's my honor!"

Voldemort stared at his head in silence, pondering the scene he had just captured.

Although there was only one short scene, the known information was enough for him to roughly guess the cause and effect.

Because he was afraid of being suspected of his position, he desperately searched for life-saving straws... Although it is the traditional style of the Malfoy family, Draco is young after all, and he did it too recklessly. It is not an exaggeration to say that he took risks...

His silence had already caused Draco to become seriously uneasy, and even though Occlumency had been adjusted, what had been revealed said nothing, but a sense of foreboding still lingered.

Finally, Draco dared to look up to see the Dark Lord's reaction.But just in time for Voldemort to finish thinking, he slowly showed a captivating smile.

"Don't let me down, Draco."

he said softly.

"I will know all your secrets."

"How dare I...!"

Draco's knees were slightly weak, wondering if he should be grateful that Voldemort was still holding his arm.

"Be sure to do your best - complete the task!"

Voldemort checked his brain and found that Malfoy was not completely unprepared. At least the memory was organized flawlessly under the weak Occlumency. If he didn't know a lot from Harry, maybe he really wouldn't doubt it.

But what he cares more about is his own mood——

Not even angry.

He has always hated betrayal and double-faced swords the most.

But at this time, he didn't care about Draco's greed for life and fear of death, and even thought it was... interesting?

He let go of Draco, declared the meeting adjourned, and left the room first.

Back in the bedroom where the mobile phone is placed, he is still thinking about where this bit of fun came from.

Finally found out——

From Harry's point of view, this is indeed an extremely interesting situation.