The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Before Harry could find a suitable replacement for the Daily Prophet, he received a call from Tom to move.

"Have you moved it?" Harry said unexpectedly, "It's really fast. You can ask me to help. We learned the Levitation Charm in the first grade."

"It's not that much trouble," Tom said, "the moving company can take care of everything."

Harry couldn't help but think of Hermione's doubts, Tom really didn't seem to be interested in magic...

He asked, "Where's the address? I'll find you."

Tom paused before saying, "Wait for me at Moen's Bar."

In fact, an hour earlier, Voldemort had just stepped out of a live-fire range on the outskirts of London.

After initially dealing with the follow-up of the Death Eaters' actions, the president of the small bank acquired earlier found a new driver for him, and drove to the designated place with the candidate recommended by the new secretary to wait for the selection.

The newly elected secretaries are all men, old and young.Probably Catherine's dismissal was attributed to the unique sexual orientation of the boss. This time the president chose all tall and straight male secretaries.

Voldemort didn't take these small thoughts seriously. If he hadn't been impatient with the Muggle world, he wouldn't have been used to leaving his daily affairs to others.

He randomly chose a middle-aged man who was pleasing to the eye, and got into the new car presented by the president along with the driver.

"Mr. White's memorial service will be held next week. I wonder if you will be there?" Dave, the new secretary, dutifully reminded him of an obituary as soon as he took office.

If possible, he didn't want to use such a schedule as the start of his new career.

However, the former secretary had already gone to the empty building, no one handed over the materials, and the boss was in a hurry, so he racked his brains to sort out such a schedule, and he was very desperate.

It took Voldemort a second to realize who Mr. White was.After all, the Muggle driver was not much different from the house-elf in his mind... if it hadn't been for this accidental death.

"...Add it to the schedule first." He finally said.

Before leaving, Dave was given the first task of taking office: immediately arrange the itinerary for the firearms practice, and set off in an hour.

On the Rolls-Royce presented by the president, I ordered the driver to set off and drive to my new home in the city center.

The new home this time is a high-end apartment located in a prosperous commercial area.Different from the last time of trying to be quiet, the situation has changed now. Voldemort intends to fully experience the technological life of Muggles.

After Dave contacted the advanced shooting range in the suburbs of London, he rushed to the apartment without stopping, and saw his boss trying to stick his finger into the air conditioning vent.

"Sir..." Dave reminded hesitantly, "The shooting practice has been arranged."

Voldemort felt the cold wind from the air conditioner. If he wasn't so close, it would be hard to feel the coolness of the whole room coming from this slender opening.

"It's electrically controlled."

Dave said slowly: "Yes. Elcon's high-end product line, the only disadvantage is that it consumes a lot of power."

Voldemort silently adjusted and pushed the fan blades, thinking about something.Dave speculated: "Need to change you to a model with built-in fan blades?"

"...No need." Voldemort finally withdrew his hand, glanced across the living room, and pointed to the gorgeously patterned sofa, "Replace it with the previous one."

Dave almost guessed what he meant: "...is the same as the sofa in your previous villa?"

Voldemort nodded, "Go now."

Dave took the lead.A strange gleam appeared in Voldemort's eyes.

Muggles are sometimes... surprisingly useful.

The driver drove him to the reserved shooting gallery. The reception staff introduced more than a dozen types of guns provided in the gallery. It was difficult for Voldemort to see the essential difference between these dark guys, so he simply tried them all.

The coach is a refreshing woman with a ponytail, who has attracted many people's attention on the way to the shooting room.

"Come in, handsome guy." The coach smiled at him, but pushed the door openly to be courteous.

Voldemort, who essentially regarded gentlemanly demeanor as nothing, walked in first without any hesitation.

The coach followed in, and couldn't help making a grimace when the door was closed.

"I noticed a lot of people didn't have a trainer," said Voldemort, putting on his goggles. "Can they all have guns?"

The coach didn't expect him to take the initiative to talk to him, so he looked over unexpectedly. The transparent goggles set off the thin face delicately and indifferently, even revealing an indistinct bookish air.

"That's right. Many of them are regular customers." Seeing his complexion sink, Coach Ponytail comforted cheerfully, "Don't worry, I promise to teach you better than them."

That wasn't Voldemort's main concern at all.Muggle guns are much more common than you think.Obviously, in his ancient childhood, he had never seen such a thing in the Muggle world.

And air conditioners, refrigerators, televisions...these things were only recently discovered, but turned out to be everyday items that everyone Muggle has.

Sure enough, an orphanage is not a place for people to live.

His heart was cold, and there was a sneer on his lips unconsciously, and the way he pulled the trigger looked like a murderous devil... That was him.

When Bellatrix Apparated arrived, she saw such a scene.

Under Voldemort's cruel aura, the hot Muggle weapons, which she had never seen before, appeared majestic and intimidating. The huge gunshots, splashing shrapnel, muzzle flashes and the indifferent black-haired young man all made Bella feel so intimidated by the sharp contrast. Instinctively hold your breath.

"Master..." Bella dared to cautiously announce her presence while he was changing the magazine, even though she was sure that she was noticed when she was pushing the door.

Voldemort reloaded the ammunition deftly, raising his arm to aim for the distant bull's-eye.

"How well do you understand?"

Bella said earnestly, "Muggle armed forces—I don't think that's anything to fear."

As soon as the words fell, the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at her.

"Then you can handle it."

Voldemort pulled the trigger lightly.

"I only studied for a few hours."

The bang sound could almost wake up the sleepy ponytail trainer - Voldemort sent her away with a stun spell after listening to the precautions.

Bella held onto the equipment cabinet in shock, a thin layer of cold sweat emerged from her back.

There was no time to dodge at all, and even with a verbal warning, she only had time to dodge sideways by virtue of her fighting instinct.However, the burning sensation of the bullet passing past him was burning hotly on the nerves in his shoulder.The cement wall beside him was shot through in an instant, and a trace of smoke faintly emitted from the deep bullet hole.

too slow.Not a level of speed at all.

It was too late to take out the wand, the trajectory could not be captured by the naked eye, and the unstoppable penetrating power...

She turned around slowly, ready to bow to the Dark Lord to admit her mistake.

"Don't worry." Anticipating her plan, Voldemort pointed his gun at the sleeping coach, "This is an experienced shooter. Wake her up and perform a battle for me."

He put down his gun, conjured up a chair with his wand, and sat down to watch.

Even though she was almost pierced by a bullet, Bella didn't feel that it was the power of Muggle armed forces.She naturally attributed it to the strength of the Dark Lord, subconsciously ignoring the fact that the other party did not use magic power.

Voldemort was well aware of her typical wizarding thinking.So I specially hired a coach to leave it to her. On the contrary, learning how to shoot a gun doesn't need a teacher that much - he has always been self-taught.

Bella undid the magic on Coach Ponytail, who thought he was too tired to fall asleep, was stuffed with a gun in a daze, and apologized to Voldemort in a daze.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how is the handsome guy doing? I can compensate you for an extra hour, free of charge."

The coach smiled brightly at him, the dimples on his cheeks were a little cute.

Before Voldemort could respond, Bella stepped in front of her, pointed her wand at her chest, pressed her face fiercely and said, "How dare you smile at him! Get up and fight to the death with me!"

"Uh..." The coach blinked, leaned back slightly to distance himself, looked at the wooden stick in front of his chest, and tried to hold back his smile, "Girlfriend? Don't get me wrong, he is really good-looking, I am happy to see it. No Don't mean anything else."

"You...!" Bella was stunned by what she said as soon as she came up, blood was visible on her pale cheeks, all the way to the base of her neck.The coach who witnessed this scene couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing: "Your neck is red, girlfriend?"

"Bella," Voldemort's voice was dangerous, "I'm waiting."

Bella trembled all over, and the blood faded quickly. She stood up straight and turned her wand: "Torn apart."

The plastic chair fell apart, and the coach sitting on it fell to the ground in an instant, hurt by the crumbs of the chair.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

"Stand up and shoot me with a gun." Bella said without revealing her emotions. "Otherwise this is what will happen to you."

The coach has always been a good citizen who abides by the law. He has never seen such a battle. It was like a fight with a knife on his neck, and he insisted on playing for real with a gun and live ammunition.Reluctantly holding a gun and confronting each other, my heart twitched with fear.

"Oh, what I just shot is definitely not a female warrior... Sister, can you find someone else to practice super powers... I dare you! It's so dangerous, you almost missed it!"

"Shut up! You have to think about hitting me!" Bella said angrily.

"It's going to kill me! You're not afraid of me! Ah—what? What hit me? Am I bald? God don't—"

"It's just a Cruciatus Curse! I missed it again, please be quiet!"

"I see, fortunately, fortunately..."

Even Voldemort did not expect that this duel between the Dark Wizard and the Muggle shooting instructor would turn into a scene of flying dogs and dogs.

Although the Muggle coach said that he could only shoot accurately, the indoor space was already narrow, and with the need to avoid Voldemort's position, the space for the two of them to move was limited, and the pistol had a great advantage in close combat.Bella needed time to prepare to perform magic, and she couldn't fire like bullets. She soon fell into a disadvantage and was forced to dodge around.If it wasn't for the muggle coach's fear of killing people, he might have been hit several times.

The gunshots stopped suddenly, and Bella quickly pointed her wand at the enemy, watching her raise her hands suspiciously.

"how?"

"I ran out of bullets." The coach said innocently.

"Okay." Voldemort stood up and cast a stun spell on the coach without saying a word.He had really had enough of the Muggle's babble.

Bella caught her fallen body and lowered it slowly to the ground.

"I think you are far from being 'not to be afraid'." Voldemort walked slowly.

"...Please forgive my ignorance, Master..."

"You know, I'm very dissatisfied with your performance this time." Voldemort's magically concealed dark eyes gradually flashed a red light, "I asked you to spy on Severus-and the result? You were saved by him! "

His voice suddenly raised, and Bella couldn't help shaking all over.

"Master—he did it on purpose! Even if I get hit like that, I can still stand..."

"Yes, you won't die if you get hit. But he just saved you, injured your leg openly, and left the stage directly!"

Voldemort bent down and squeezed her chin.

"Whether he did it on purpose or not, the test I arranged later will be void! And you still don't understand what you did wrong!"

Bella's chest rose and fell, and she begged, "Please forgive me, I have always been loyal to you..."

"It's because I believe you are faithful," interrupted Voldemort, "that he's after you."

Bella seemed to be comforted by these words, and stared at him blankly.Voldemort got up and looked down at her: "You gave Severus a signal from the Death Eater meeting before the action-you knew the secret of my restoration before he did."

Bella felt a chill run down her spine as she recalled the warning gaze she received from the Dark Lord during that meeting.

"I'm sure he knew from that moment that he was under suspicion. You may be able to keep the secret secret, but you can't hide the fact that you have a secret order. Bella, do you think this is just a test for Severus? You are wrong, this is still my test of whether you can shoulder the great responsibility. It cannot be said that I am not partial to you-compared with the difficulties that Severus has to endure, as long as you can perform as usual, you will pass. But the result? You not only Let him notice the strangeness, and find an opportunity to use you to escape the real test——I am so disappointed."

Nothing scares Bella more than that last sentence.However, the despair given by the Dark Lord is far from over.

"Taking you out of the wizarding world and stepping into Muggle armed forces is a punishment; it's the same as punishing Lucius for joining the Muggle economy. The punishment is as harsh as they are low - but don't think you can fool around with contempt and disdain ...and if you can't survive a round of bullets from this Muggle in a month, you'll be with her forever."

"No—please don't leave me—Master—" Bella grabbed the hem of his clothes in fear—the movement seemed to be for looser robes, but the Dark Lord was wearing Muggle ones now. Pants - "You know - I'm loyal and can do anything..."

Voldemort's wand touched the back of her hand clutching the hem of her clothes, and her silent gaze was more intimidating than any words.

Bella withdrew her hand tremblingly, her eyes were pleading and pleading.

Voldemort squatted down, observed her expression, and said thoughtfully, "Is it because my appearance has given you the illusion recently... Bella, don't even you remember who I am?"

The yew wand was aimed at her chest.

"So, a little Cruciatus Curse, remember?"

he asked softly.As if an answer was really needed.

Bella suppressed her fear and let herself close her eyes docilely.

Ten minutes later, Voldemort, who had received a call from Dave, left the shooting range first—the new secretary, who was too busy, had already fixed the boss's new sofa.

Bella, who left traces of processing magic, looked at Coach Ponytail who was gradually waking up, and rarely used the simple and rude Forgetting Charm, but carefully modified part of her memory.

"Huh? Where's the handsome guy? Haven't you run out of class yet?" The coach looked at his watch and felt that he could sleep too much today. "Hey, girlfriend? Is it the same for you?"

Bella straightened her hair, picked up the gun Voldemort used as if nothing had happened, "It's the same, come on."

On the other side, Voldemort was somewhat agitated in the Rolls-Royce driving towards the city center.

Although he showed no mercy, Bellatrix would not have become his chief female Death Eater if she had been intimidated by such tactics.This kind of fanaticism is very reassuring.If it wasn't for her getting carried away this time and really delaying the big event, Voldemort wouldn't bother to fix her.

It has to be said that Snape's response was very clever.In the situation where the whole picture of the matter is not yet clear, it has reached an extreme to be able to do this.The well-arranged test was so unsuccessful. Given that Snape had a special status and hadn't shown any flaws, even if he was as suspicious as Voldemort, he didn't want to act rashly.

But at one point his suspicions of Snape had reached a certain point, and the result was depressing.Not punishing Bellatrix severely will not be enough to calm down.

Only in this way, the Death Eaters temporarily lost a loyal and capable general.Death Eaters like Bella and Barty Jr. who are absolutely loyal and powerful are in the minority after all, one is less.

...Maybe it's really time to consider the issue of absorbing new blood.

Dave greeted the boss downstairs in the apartment. He originally wanted to accompany him to the room to check the newly added furniture, but was sent home by the boss waving his hand.

Dave, who had been busy in the morning and didn't even have time to eat, was both surprised and happy. He didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly and disappear without a trace.If he hadn't left a sentence before leaving, "Call me anytime if there is anything to do", it would almost make people think that he is resigning and not going home.

In any case, Voldemort felt a little better when he saw the same pure white square sofa in the living room as before.

In fact, he is the one who has been busy since a few days ago, dealing with dementors, dark wizards, saviors, Muggle police, Death Eaters, Ministry of Magic, Order of the Phoenix... and then turning back to arrange Death Eaters Infiltrated the Muggle world, even finding time to arrange a move.

Therefore, one cannot be a Dark Lord without a strong body.

Sitting on the sofa again at this moment, he finally gained a little peace.

But the reason why the Dark Lord is the Dark Lord is that he can never be alone in peace.

Of course, he dialed the number of the savior.

"Harry, I'm moving."