The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Draco has been in a good mood lately.

Because he revealed the secret of the savior, Dumbledore was dismissed indirectly, which made him famous in the Death Eaters camp. He was publicly praised by the Dark Lord himself, and he was marked as the youngest Death Eater of the new generation on the spot.Although he has not yet graduated, the task he got is the surveillance savior that the Dark Lord values ​​most.He even participated in the implementation of the core plan for the Death Eaters' comeback. Even though his father Lucius was deposed because of the failure of the action, he was not angered by the moody Dark Lord.

All this shows how much he is appreciated.It can be said that it is recognized as the leading new celebrity around the Dark Lord.

Draco walked into the library, looking for the best spot to observe among the rows of study seats.

Greenglass and Parkinson immediately greeted him graciously, then exchanged glances.They came here early to take up a seat, waiting for this moment.The two girls deliberately chose secluded independent double positions, not far from each other.Once Draco took a seat, one would watch the other achieve its purpose.

Draco gave a smug smirk, glanced at each of them, and then his eyes fell on Theodore Nott who was also waving at him.

Nott's father was also a Death Eater, but they had little friendship.The Dark Lord's respect obviously gave him a lot of extra favors.

Draco was very proud of this treatment.Even the humiliation of his father being transferred to the Muggle world to do business can't shake his own bright future.He will definitely bring Malfoy back to the top.

The infighting between the Slytherins is quickly interrupted when a messy-haired Gryffindor shows up.

Without hesitation, Draco walked directly towards the sleepy Savior.

"Extremely industrious lately, haven't you, Potter?"

When he said hello, he noticed that the savior looked sleepy, so he tried to give him a look, and got between the bookshelves without saying a word.

Draco walked to the nearby bookshelf, picked out a book and opened it, his eyes rested on the Savior through the gap of the cabinet.

Now that the Dark Lord forbids provoking troubles against the Savior, the Slytherins can only sneer in secret no matter how covetous they are.Draco was originally one of the best, but the previous few private transactions made him lose the confidence to lead the black people, and this leader's gradually restrained attitude affected the entire Slytherin atmosphere.

Both Greengrass and Parkinson gave Harry annoyed looks, as if he'd robbed them of their boyfriends.Even so, they didn't say anything, just followed Draco with their eyes.Theodore wasn't that emotional, but he was still paying attention to Draco's actions.

In fact, at the end of the OWLs and the holiday approaching, the only reason they were there was to get close to Draco.

And there is only one reason for Draco to appear here, and that is the abnormal hard work of the savior.

Harry had been in the library for several days in a row, and even Hermione was shocked by his hard work, and felt a strong sense of crisis on his own.Harry briefly explained his anxiety to her, and Hermione's hesitant expression made Harry particularly irritable.

"If you want to persuade me to give up, then wait until I've found the advanced magic area." Harry said rudely.

Hermione seemed to be choking on a piece of whole wheat bread. "I'll help you sometime, Harry," she said wearily. "There's still time until summer vacation..."

"Thanks," said Harry hastily.Get up and continue to look for new books.

Hermione looked at him worriedly, with dark circles under her own eyes too.

Harry's focus on the Quibbler clearly infected this bright girl too, and she felt a deep sense of urgency from it more than Harry did.War is imminent, but their preparations are far from adequate.

Just as Harry worried about Tom, Hermione worried about Harry's safety.Cruelly, she thought it was better for Harry to hurry up and improve himself than fall into a romantic relationship with a non-magic Muggle boyfriend.After all, You-Know-Who won't let Harry go just because he's in a relationship.

But in the face of Harry's devotion, she really couldn't say anything to stop him.In fact, she guessed that Harry had somewhat noticed the change in his attitude, and he had seldom mentioned his boyfriend to her recently.

Hermione caught a bad cold amid conflicting psychological pressure and busy anxiety, and had to go to the medical wing to get medicine and rest.Harry was alone again, but he had long since gotten used to the situation.

Draco found that his snooping did not interfere with the Savior in the slightest.He focused on searching for some information, and he seemed to not give up until he found it.Draco also went from being sneaky at the beginning to being upright now, closely following Harry's progress.

He firmly believed that Potter must be planning something extremely important.If it can be found out and reported to the Dark Lord, it must be a great achievement.

After reading the book all morning, Harry began to feel tired, so he lay down on the table to take a nap.Draco took the opportunity to walk over, pulled out the seat next to him and sat down.

"What's your problem, Potter?" he said in a low voice, with a half-smile. "Say it, maybe I know."

Harry gave him a listless glance, unable to utter a word.

"The Malfoys have some very rare books, and Hogwarts doesn't have any." Draco said ostentatiously, trying to get Harry's attention. "There are many mysteries that cannot be found in the library, Potter. I Might help you."

"I'm not going to tell you anything, Malfoy."

There was a hostile indifference in Harry's voice.

"Stay away from me. That's the only help you can offer."

Draco couldn't help but laugh. "I thought our relationship had improved."

Harry's eyes lacked light, "I'm not in that mood right now."

Draco didn't understand what he was expecting, chatting and laughing with the savior?He almost laughed at his own stupidity.

Such conversations are safe.If he continued to collude with the savior for no apparent reason like the last few times, not only him, but the entire Malfoy family could just wait to die in the manor.

But Harry's attitude also made him sure of one thing.The Savior had indeed encountered serious trouble, and if he could find out what it was, he would definitely be able to gain a great advantage for the Death Eaters.

In the afternoon, he confidently returned to Malfoy Manor through the disappearing cabinet with this news, and wanted to discuss with his father how to claim credit for the Dark Lord.

"You're crazy, Draco." Lucius said sternly, "Master hates Death Eaters asking for credit!"

Narcissa checked out the window in horror. Even though she was in her own manor, she carefully drew the curtains and cast a silencing spell.

But Draco didn't seem to care, "I don't think the master is that unkind." He recalled the image he saw at that meeting, "It's not as scary as you said, Dad, he was even in the caucus meeting Protect me."

"You did a good job," Lucius said, "but don't be kidding, you don't know the horror of your master."

"He doesn't show that side of me, does he?" Draco said. "Actually, I don't think the master treats me... well. He doesn't seem unreasonable either."

His words drew strong reactions from his parents.Narcissa gasped, and Lucius' face was ashen.

"You... you are simply bewitched by the Dark Lord's appearance, Draco!"

Lucius paced impatiently back and forth in front of him, trying to bring reality to his bewildered son.

"No matter how deceptive his appearance is, he is always moody and ruthless. You must not take it lightly!"

"Of course I know." Draco said dissatisfiedly, "I understand his identity, Dad, I'm not a fool!"

"You don't understand!" Lucius looked at him bitterly, "You are protected too well by us... That's why the Dark Lord chose to be gentle at first, but he will soon lose patience , give you a profound lesson."

Draco wanted to say something more, but his arm suddenly burned.He lifted his cuffs - a movement that made Narcissa yell "No" - and the Dark Mark stood out even more on his pale, almost wall-painted skin.

"Master wants to see me." Draco raised his eyes, unable to tell whether he was trembling or excited.

But his father's pale face showed only fear.

"Be careful." This was the last instruction from his father before he activated the port key.

After a dizzy pull, Draco appeared outside a chilling castle.

This was the hometown of a Ministry of Magic official that the Death Eaters had just seized. There still seemed to be a bloody smell in the air, and Draco turned pale as soon as he landed.

But he didn't hesitate, all the way through the three gates, into the dimly lit interior of the castle, where the Dark Mark made the fortifications open to him.

It was obviously still summer, but once entering the castle, the cold air invaded.

The living room that greeted the Death Eaters was burning with a gentle fireplace flame, which baked the room into a pleasant warmth, and Draco felt a little relaxed after sitting down.

He didn't yet know why the Dark Lord had summoned him, but finding out about the Savior should at least save him from severe punishment.

There was almost no sound when Voldemort walked in. Draco caught sight of the tall and thin figure inadvertently and almost jumped out of his seat in fright.

"Master—Master..."

He saluted nervously, and was let off by Voldemort with a casual nod.It made him secretly relieved.

"How about the task I gave you?" Voldemort asked straight to the point.

Draco cheered up, and immediately said the prepared news in one go.

"...Potter must have a big secret, Master." Draco said excitedly, "Just give me a little more time to find it out, and we'll have something against him!"

Standing in front of the fireplace, Voldemort curled the corners of his lips inexplicably.

Draco remembered his father's exhortation, and tried to restrain himself for a while, but still couldn't hold back and said further: "Master, the OWLs exam is over, and I have plenty of time, just keep an eye on Potter and follow his suspicious actions secretly. There will be discoveries!"

Voldemort turned slightly, his red eyes squinting.Obviously didn't say anything, but Draco felt an invisible pressure.He immediately bowed his head respectfully, and for some reason lost the courage to continue.

The almost silent footsteps came towards him, a tense silence remained in the air, the footsteps circled behind him and stopped on the other side.

Draco's forehead was already dripping with sweat, and a hundred guesses ran through his mind.

Is he and the savior's... no!stop!Can't think about this!

"Can't think of which?" Voldemort asked softly.

Draco shuddered and almost screamed. "No—no! Lord, master..."

"With the Saviour's... I think," drawled Voldemort, "—a private transaction."

Draco's body began to tremble slightly, but his neck didn't dare to move as if it was welded: "No, I didn't, master..."

His brain turned upside down uncontrollably, and the picture that he desperately wanted to hide at the bottom was roughly rolled up, spinning like a gust of wind.The nausea caused by the dizziness made him fall to the ground, retching uncomfortably.

"Don't try to trick me, Draco."

Voldemort's voice was no longer warm.

"The Dark Lord knows everything."

Draco felt cold all over.He thought of his father's words, and fear spread wildly.

Voldemort leaned over and pinched his face, looking into his gray-blue eyes, continuing to search for memories.

"No...don't...please..." Draco closed his eyes, only then did he realize that his Occlumency was useless to the other party.

"Open it," said Voldemort, "don't make me do it."

Draco opened his eyes in despair, those eyes looking down at him were cruel and indifferent, with an evil red light shining high above.

He began to wonder how he ever thought those eyes were shockingly beautiful.

His brain was violent like a hurricane and he was helpless. How much he wanted to just faint like this, but the Dark Lord's superb methods made that a luxury.He could only watch and relive his humbly begging for help from the savior under the gaze of the other party, and even promised the other party a chance to escape after getting the mark.

This was followed by this trial of the library.

Those eyes suddenly became darker, and the red settled into a thick wine color. Draco felt that he must be insane, and he actually felt a strange warmth in them.

"Master..." he said weakly, "It's all..."

"Quiet," said Voldemort, his gaze losing warmth again.

Draco didn't dare to beg for mercy anymore, and then he was turned to the memory before Azkaban operation.The slight sound when the door key was turned on, and the illusion of being hooked on his clothes, these details that he thought he didn't remember at all, were repeatedly reviewed until they became clearer and clearer, and even gradually revealed some doubts that he didn't care about at the time.

When finally let go, Draco had already had a terrible guess.

Voldemort stood up with a sneer, "At least you still know what a stupid mistake you made, better than your father."

"I... I didn't pay attention, at that time..." Draco panicked, "I don't know, I really don't know, Master! Please believe me—"

"I know," Voldemort drew his yew wand under his horrified gaze, "otherwise it wouldn't be just a... Cruciatus."

Draco had never been subjected to such torture.

He didn't know how long it had been, and every minute and every second wished he could die from the pain.

He finally understood where the Death Eaters' fear of the Dark Lord's every move came from.

This man is the scariest dark wizard in the world.

At this moment, he agreed from the bottom of his heart.

The torture was finally over and Draco lay on the ground for a while, finally gaining enough strength to stand up.

"I didn't want to show mercy to your first time."

Voldemort had already sat down in an armchair beside him, speaking to the poor blond boy who was struggling to stand.

"However, you did bring me good news."

Draco didn't dare to show any obvious emotions, he could only bow his head to show his obedience. "yes……"

"As you said, keep an eye on the savior. I'm looking forward to the results you observe."

A playful curve appeared on Voldemort's lips.

"However, it's best not to let me find out that you have revealed any secrets that should not be known."

"Yes," Draco swallowed, "absolutely not."