The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry waited for Tom's arrival at the Moen's bar.The waiter was very familiar with them, and wanted to keep the two of them to earn a fortune, but Harry politely declined.

"We have to change the meeting place in the future." Tom gave the waiter a bad look, and the guy kept staring at Harry, but said in a high-sounding voice, "You are not yet of age."

Harry shrugged and said it didn't matter, "But I'm quite grateful here. Come here for a drink or something when you're in a bad mood, and you can make a beautiful boyfriend, right?"

Tom's tone was not good: "Pretty?"

Harry smiled and pulled him out, and saw the new car waiting on the side of the road.Pretending to be surprised: "You changed the car? It looks good."

Tom didn't bother with him, and the two of them got into the back seat, and the new driver drove them to the apartment.

Once in the car, Harry was a little silent.Tom probably knew why.

"Next week is James' memorial service." He glanced at Harry slightly, "Would you like to go?"

Harry gave a soft "hmm", as if attracted by the thread on his sleeve.

Tom watched his fingers playing with the cuff, and said suddenly, "There's no need to be sorry to me, Harry."

There was a pause in the movement of the fingers, and Tom's eyes turned to the back of the driver's seat before Harry looked over.

"I don't feel sad." He said slowly, "...maybe not as sad as you."

"You mean..." Harry asked uncertainly, "James' death?"

Tom nodded, sensing Harry's dissatisfaction, and wondering why he was telling the truth.

"That's not your fault!" Harry's reaction was different from what he expected, "I'm the one who caused him to meet the dark wizard fugitive, you are innocent."

That's where things should have ended.

Harry was making excuses for him.Take it as soon as you see it, and let it be revealed, he is still that innocent, kind and weak Muggle boyfriend.

But Tom whispered, ghostly, "I'm not."

He realized he wasn't talking about James' death.

Harry didn't understand him, but he was angry.

"You are." He said forcefully. "If you are not innocent, then I am a heinous sinner."

"...even if it is. I have little sympathy for him." Tom dropped the meaningless argument. "Perhaps you have a right to know, Harry... you are a savior, as you say."

Dark eyes turned to Harry, confirming his reaction.

"But I'm much colder than that."

Green eyes blinked, as if digesting the sentence.

"I think... just because I'm the savior doesn't mean my boyfriend has to save the world."

In fact, he was planning to destroy the world... Tom thought sarcastically.

"You think it's okay?"

"A bit of a surprise, but okay," said Harry matter-of-factly. "I didn't see how cold-blooded you were...maybe a little? But at least you remembered to remind me of James' memorial service."

"..." Tom decided to end this stupid topic started by himself.

No matter what Harry said now, he would definitely change his mind later.

The newly purchased high-end apartment is located on the 22nd floor, which means that the entire building is nearly [-] meters high.Harry had rarely seen such a majestic building in the wizarding world, and was amazed that it could serve as a residence.

"Is this whole building where you live?"

Tom raised the corner of his mouth: "So I look so rich."

They stepped into the elevator, and Harry felt a strange sensation of accelerating upward.

"Kind of like Quidditch..." he murmured, "but the broom is a lot more exciting than that."

As soon as the elevator door opens, there is a spacious and bright living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows cast a large amount of sunlight, illuminating every corner.

The style of the room was different from that of Roald's house. The patterns of the carpet and hangings were intricate and cumbersome, exuding an ancient traditional atmosphere, which made Harry notice the modern style white sofa that was incompatible with the surroundings at a glance.

"This is... the original one?" Harry walked over to sit down, feeling completely familiar.

"Who knows." Tom casually opened the refrigerator, accustomed to taking ice cubes from it and mixing water with it.

Given the extent of damage to the original living room, his sofa might not be spared.

Harry didn't press, and that wasn't really important.The mere fact that Tom noticed his slight liking for the sofa was touching enough—

He never said he liked it.

Even he himself is not quite aware of that.

But Tom saw it, took it to heart, and allowed it to spoil the decor of the whole drawing room.

He watched Tom pouring water, and the little melancholy in the car disappeared without a trace.He suddenly didn't want to get up from the sofa at all.

"I'm thirsty, Tom," said Harry.

Tom had just picked up his poured water, and Harry had clearly seen the timing.He glanced at the savior lying on the sofa, without pausing at all, and brought it to his mouth to drink.

"Tom!" Harry stared at him complainingly, "I'm thirsty!"

Tom raised his eyebrows, is this asking him to serve tea?

Asking the Dark Lord to bring tea and water... Should he be called the savior, how brave is he?

"If you're not going to die of thirst on the couch," he poured himself another glass unhurriedly, "there's water here."

Harry watched him drink himself again, feeling thirstier.Qi way: "You used to bring it over and drink it with me!"

He seemed determined to die on the sofa, accusing Tom of his indifference with burning eyes.

After being reminded by the savior, Tom did remember that when Harry visited Roald's house, he really poured water for the two of them every time...

But Harry's complaints also made him think about it.Unbelievable... If I'm not mistaken, the savior is...acting like a baby.

A funny smile slowly floated on his lips.

"Now you know how cold-blooded I am."

This time Harry agreed sternly, and the guy had such a sexy smile on his face!

He snorted and pulled out his wand, ready to impress his bastard Muggle boyfriend.

"The water glass is flying!"

Tom's half-drunk glass immediately slipped from his palm and flew into Harry's hand.

The savior smiled triumphantly at him, shook the cup in protest, and drank the remaining ice water in one gulp.

Tom couldn't help but laugh.Unconsciously staring at Harry's upturned neck, the ups and downs of his Adam's apple when he swallowed made him unable to take his eyes off.

He picked up the kettle conveniently, came to the sofa and took a sip before putting it down.Harry's water glass had already bottomed out, Tom snatched it away, turned his face, and his gaze stayed intensely on the lips where the water was still shining.

Harry's ears turned red instantly, and he knew what was going to happen.But when Tom actually kissed him, he still opened his eyes wide, because Tom took a mouthful of water to come over!

"Well……"

The cold ice water melted in his mouth, and Harry swallowed it hastily, almost choking.

Tom left his lips and asked with a half-smile: "Still thirsty?"

Harry shook his head like a rattle.

But after he breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately said, "You should have done this long ago!"

Satisfied, Harry found Tom a little surprised, maybe he thought he was going to be shy?Although it is indeed a bit...but he is not a soft and romantic girl like Qiu.

He looked at Tom maliciously, from the beautiful face down the beautiful neckline, the looming collarbone at the collar of the shirt, the broad shoulders, straight and strong——

His gaze suddenly stopped.

"How's your back?" Harry asked.

"...It's almost ready." Tom gritted his teeth.He had just been aroused by Harry's eyes...

Harry gently stroked the wound through his clothes: "Does it still hurt?"

Tom said helplessly, "I don't feel it."

Harry felt relieved a little, and his eyes became softer when he saw the kettle on the table.He poured himself a glass and drank it down, poured another half for Tom.

"Give it back to you."

Tom's expression made him smile mischievously.

Harry had come to familiarize himself with the new home in order to perform the Disapparation.The apartment was large in size, but it was one floor less than Roald's house. Tom led him around, and Harry basically figured it out.

Besides the study and lounge, there were four bedrooms, and Tom asked him to choose the one he liked.Harry didn't hesitate and asked him which room it was.

"I want the one next door."

Tom joked: "You look like you want to share a room with me more."

Harry smirked, "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Tom raised his good eyebrows and started to approach him: "If it's a hint, I won't be polite."

Harry took a step back, stopped again, but was inevitably cornered against the wall.Tom was considering the deliciousness of his mouth now, when he suddenly heard a cunning "obstacles", and his body froze immediately.

Harry reached out triumphantly and stroked his chin, as if he thought it was fun.Although the height still does not have an advantage, the savior already felt that he was in control of the overall situation at this time, and began to eat tofu with great interest.

"You're so cute, Tom," said Harry, holding back a laugh. "Don't forget, I'm a wizard."

Tom's face darkened.Damn savior kid...

But he couldn't fight back with his magic power.

The Dark Lord decided that now was not a good time to speak.

Harry restrained himself under his murderous gaze, and as soon as the Impeding Charm was released, he raised his hand flatteringly to let him touch it.

All Tom wanted now was to get that damned wand out of his hands.

After getting acquainted with the new house, it's time for dinner.The city center is full of restaurants, and they tried an Italian restaurant that offered candlelight dinners.After several dates, the Dark Lord and the Savior unknowingly reached some small tacit understanding.

Such as the avoidance of British restaurants.

It's not that they dislike their own country's cuisine, it's just that Italy and France do have more delicacies.

At night when the lights come on, the Italian restaurant is located in a bustling commercial district. The elegant seats by the window are entwined with half-real and half-fake green vines, and the continuous flow of cars passes by downstairs, forming a flowing light belt.

Harry sat on the dark wicker chair, the candlelight reflected the surroundings, painting the dim darkness with deep and shallow light and shadow, making all the colors have a texture similar to oil paintings.His lover sat across from him, slowly slicing the steak.

"Sometimes I feel like it's another world when I'm with you," Harry said softly, a little to himself.

Take a break from the endless wizarding wars and sit here overlooking the busy Muggle streets.

There is no Savior at this moment, no Dark Lord, no Daily Prophet, no death and no war.

It has nothing to do with wizards or Muggles, it's just the way the world is.

Tom looked up, thinking about the messiah's whimsical teenage troubles.

But he wasn't about to comfort.

Since the story of Harry's unauthorized use of magic hadn't been over yet, he had to get the Savior to make a pledge.

"Would you hate me?" Harry asked suddenly, "for dragging you into a wizard's war."

"…No," Tom added, taking the opportunity, "if you can promise not to cast a spell on me."

Harry had obviously forgotten about his use of magic to bully others, and it took him a while to react.

"Uh... are you angry?"

Tom gave him a somber look that spoke for itself.

In the case of being concerned about not being able to use magic at will, allowing the mortal enemy to cast spells on himself at will——

It is impossible for the savior to have such a big heart.

Finding that Tom was really upset, Harry couldn't help apologizing, "I'm sorry. I'll pay attention to it later."

Tom asked him to reassure again and again before he reluctantly stopped pursuing it.

Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Harry remembered the discussion between Hermione and Ron, and couldn't help asking, "Do you hate magic?"

Tom: "...where did you get that conclusion from?"

"I don't think you're very interested in me being a wizard...and magic," said Harry a little sadly. "I know they make a bad first impression on you...but I don't want you to hate magic." and wizards."

"I didn't..." As soon as Tom started talking, he realized that his performance was a bit suspicious, and he had to find a suitable reason to explain, "I didn't feel uninterested. It's just that you passed out at that time. It took me a long time to accept that magic exists. I can accept that you have that ability, but I hate threatening my power."

"Hmm...Actually, we don't only have dangerous magic." Harry took out his wand carefully, and asked in advance to prevent Tom from getting upset, "Can I show you a little magic? I promise it won't affect you."

Clearly possessing power far beyond that of Muggles, but asking him for instructions in such a low voice...

In fact, Tom can't quite understand the idea of ​​​​the savior, even if that is what he hopes.

"I'm looking forward to it," he said.

Harry showed a small smile, stretched out a hand, tapped his wand on his palm, and said softly, "Starfire."

A cluster of flames appeared in his palm, and the concentrated flame illuminated the boy's palm and face very clearly.

"This is a little decoration magic we often use in our festivals. It looks like fire, but nothing is burning, it is purely used for decoration and lighting."

With a slight push from Harry, the flames floated up, floating in the air, flickering and illuminating the darkness.

The flame wobbled unsteadily up to Tom.Harry met him expectantly, and said coaxingly, "Touch it. It won't hurt you."

Tom raised the corner of his mouth, and pinched the flames with two slender fingers without hesitation.It was firmly fixed as if it had an entity, and the dancing orange flame gently brushed over the fingertips, warm and soft to the touch, like the plush fluff from a pet store.

The scene in front of me somehow connects the dark grid of memory.In a yellow, rusty picture, something is also burning.But the flame was not gentle at all, it occupied the entire wall ferociously and menacingly, devouring the entire cabinet like a monster.

That raging fire has long been wiped out in the long past, and it has no deterrent effect when it burns now, but the fierce appearance of the monster gradually melts away at the fingertips, and many years of rust are gently wiped away, revealing a brand new light .

Tom raised his eyes, Harry's face was delicate and youthful under the candlelight, showing him a wonderful smile.