The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Tom stared at the Gryffindor uniform on the bed with a gaze so intense that it would make a Death Eater's knees go limp.

It's a pity that only a Hogwarts school robe is facing these terrifying rays.

He could also tell that a magnification spell had been cast on it.People can't help but suspect that this dress belongs to the savior himself.

That somewhat calmed his anger.

...Damn Gryffindor!

He drew out his wand, and changed the golden red of the school uniform into silver green, which was finally more pleasing to the eye.

...and then changed it back.

Harry, who was waiting in the living room, had no idea what kind of battle his boyfriend had gone through in the bedroom, and he just felt that Tom was a little bored.But it was convenient for Harry to prepare a present for him.

Yes, he specially prepared a present for Tom.

Very precious gift.

It took a while for the bedroom door to open, and Harry looked up expectantly.

Tom appeared behind the door, and his expression looked normal. Only Merlin knew how much effort he had put in to control the correct position of his eyebrows so that he would not look too ferocious.The fact that he was wearing the most disgusting academy uniform gave him goosebumps.

Harry looked him up and down with bright eyes, and his face darkened even more at the fresh look of mild surprise.

But Gryffindor teenagers feel quite differently.Harry had imagined what Tom would look like in it when he cast the detailed Magnification Charm on the school uniform.Even the constant Muggle suit can't hide the boyfriend's good figure, not to mention how attractive that face is.He firmly believes that the Gryffindor uniform can better highlight Tom's charm.

The actual upper body effect did not disappoint him in the slightest.

"...you look great," said Harry brilliantly, "better than I thought."

The gentle and indifferent temperament was set off by Gryffindor's enthusiastic golden red even more moving.The eyes of the savior became wonderful.

Tom gradually put aside his dissatisfaction with the attire under that gaze, walked up to Harry, and leaned over.

Just when Harry thought he was going to have a kiss, he was suddenly blown into his ear.

Watching the ear rapidly congest and turn red, Tom straightened up in satisfaction: "It seems to be true."

Harry blushed, but didn't ignore his previous displeasure, "This is my school uniform. Don't you like it?"

"Not my style," said Tom equivocally.

"Your style...?" Harry hesitated for a moment, then said conservatively, "I've only seen you dressed differently at memorial services."

And only the length of the coat is different.He added in his mind.

Tom sat next to him without changing his face, as if he hadn't heard the complaints about him at all.

"But I can understand." Harry changed the subject and decided to be more considerate, "Wizards and Muggles are very different in every aspect, and you may not get used to it at first. Let's start with the clothes. You have to be mentally prepared today." Prepare."

"Without a doubt." Tom showed full confidence.But only a moment later, he repeats the old story: "If this is your school uniform... don't you think I'm too old?"

Harry smiled and said: "Well...you didn't say how old you are. If you want me to say, you look a few years younger in your Gryffindor school uniform, which doesn't violate harmony at all. How amazing, Yes or no?"

Tom said sullenly, "That's no compliment on a man of age, Harry."

"Okay." Harry said tolerantly, "I admit, it's a bit...mature? But I think the seventh graders who grow up in a hurry feel similarly."

"...you really want to piss me off, don't you?"

Harry smiled and cupped his face, "You won't mind a little reciprocation." He kissed his lips flattered, "Look, I'm much more sincere than you."

Then he was thrown down on the sofa by Tom, who had a bad look, and held him down for a real deep kiss.

"Hmm..." Harry said between breaths, "God, I feel like I'm having an affair with a Gryffindor classmate. That's exciting..."

Tom gagged his rambling mouth, and bit him viciously.Harry let out a soft hiss, this time Tom came aggressively, his lips and tongue were occupied every inch, he was plundering wildly, his breathing was unsustainable, his face was flushed, his chest was throbbing with intense pulsation, his brain fell into a brief blank, and gradually Feeling a lack of oxygen close to suffocation.

When Harry recovered from that cathartic kiss, his Gryffindor tie unknowingly loosened.He was wearing a sweater and trousers under his school uniform. Fortunately, the weather in late spring was mild enough that he didn't need to borrow an extra coat.

Blushing, he refastened the tie, sat up on the sofa, and found Tom staring at his hand clutching the tie with disapproving eyes.

He quickly let go, coughed his throat, and said, "We have to leave in a while. The wizarding world is not very peaceful recently, and I happen to attract more attention, so there are a few things you need to pay attention to."

Speaking of business, Harry's expression turned serious.

"I don't want you to expose your Muggle identity, it will cause you great trouble. Just like you think my clothes for the memorial service are substandard, think about it, you are wearing Muggle clothes in a pile of wizard robes How conspicuous it will be."

Tom's expression softened.The Gryffindor uniform or the Muggle suit... which one was seen as worse, he couldn't decide for a moment.

Harry said, "So, promise me, bear with me a little bit."

Tom nodded slowly, knowing he had gone too far.

Harry reached for the hood of his school robes, covering his boyfriend's beautiful black hair, leaving only half of his chin exposed in the shadows.This image suddenly made him feel a sense of familiarity.But Harry quickly threw it away, and focused more on explaining the precautions to Tom: "Try to wear a hood in public places to reduce the chance of other wizards remembering you."

Tom hung his head halfway, allowing Harry to fiddle with him with rare resignation.

This note won his heart.

Finally, Harry found his backpack from the sofa and took out a present box.

"I haven't given you a gift in return, Tom." He lowered his head and gently stroked the gift box, "This is a very powerful magic item that can protect your safety at any time... Today is just right for you. "

Tom could tell from Harry's expression that this was an unusual gift, but he was still speechless when he opened it.

A pile of shiny liquid fabric quivered slightly inside the box.

invisibility cloak.

It was the one Harry wore last time.

Tom had put it away himself, so he knew how rare and precious it was.It is not an ordinary item that can be seen everywhere in the magic world. The material of this dress is special, and it depicts a special ancient magic pattern. It is invulnerable to water and fire, and can resist most detection magic. The invisible effect is so realistic that the naked eye cannot distinguish it. .

"Try it on," Harry whispered to him.

The quality of the invisibility cloak is very light, but it has a first-class drape. Tom put it on the outermost layer, and it can still perfectly cover the feet.

Harry touched him through the invisibility cloak, and seemed to be talking to the air, "In the future, you should always carry it with you, and put it on when you are in danger. You don't know magic, and although you can fight back with a gun, it's still a disadvantage. Most magic items require a little seed magic to activate, only the invisibility cloak can protect you unconditionally."

"...is invisibility cloak common in your area?" Tom asked in a low voice.

Harry's movements stopped, and the corners of his mouth raised unnaturally: "It's not uncommon." He paused, and then said, "It's just that this...is left to me by my father."

Beneath the invisibility cloak that Harry couldn't see, Tom's eyes had a dull crimson.

He knew how much Harry cared about that kind of stuff.

Family affection...that kind of naive, illusory, and disappointing thing.

However, even as an enemy, as a swordsman, he has to admit that Harry's parents are worthy of his care and expectation.

The two men and women standing in front of him were completely different from the crazy old witch in Gaunt's house.

…but the baby they had so desperately guarded was now offering him their legacy.

Tom's lips formed a signature evil curve.Harry's hand moved to the back of his waist at some point, holding him into his arms through the invisibility cloak, and tightening it tightly, shattering his evil thoughts at once.

"I'll protect you," said Harry, "and you'll protect yourself, too."

Tom suddenly stopped laughing.

The strength of the Savior was so strong that it could break his waist.

"You still have to bring a gun, shoot if it feels wrong, and then put on an invisibility cloak to hide. Leave the rest to me."

Harry continued to exhort.

"... Is this some old mother's farewell to her son?" Tom said for a long while, expressionlessly.

"...Who do you say is the old mother?" Harry narrowed his eyes and exerted more force on his hands.

When they set off, there was a faint rain on the street.

Pedestrians in London are obviously used to the rainy weather. Many young people don’t even bother to open umbrellas, so they can walk as long as they put on their hoods; traditionally dressed old gentlemen hold up umbrellas on crutches, while fashionable and delicate girls prefer transparent umbrellas. Umbrella.

The scenery on the road changed in a blink of an eye.

Harry cast a rain spell on himself and Tom.If he didn't want to go to the wizarding world, he thought it would be a good idea to share an umbrella with his lover.

I have to practice it next time.

They recruited the Knight Bus in the park near the apartment building.

"You watch me sit every time, and this time you can experience it yourself," Harry explained to Tom, pretending it was something to look forward to.

Tom followed him into the car speechlessly, "I've seen you retching on the side of the road after sitting here."

Harry didn't show any embarrassment at all, instead he gave him a straight look: "You shouldn't have such a good memory!"

The Knight Bus is speeding on the road, like a vigorous cheetah, and like lightning passing through the street, it has passed a block in the blink of an eye.They arrived at their destination, Hogsmeade Village, in less than a minute.

The experience brought by the whirlwind speed in the car is nightmarish.The internal organs squeezed and shook between the ribs and the pelvis, stirring up all the undigested food residues.

Harry staggered out of the car, took a deep breath of fresh air, relieved the urge to throw up - he had already mastered some experience - and turned his attention to his first-time Muggle boyfriend.

Tom didn't know how long it had been since he had ridden on the Knight Bus.To be honest, even when he was a poor student, he never took such an anti-human vehicle.But he is a legendary figure who has experienced all kinds of storms, so this discomfort is nothing, but his face is slightly pale.

"Is it all right?" Harry asked.

Tom shook his head, not wanting to speak for a while.

Harry didn't want to say any more, he was afraid he couldn't help but spit it out.

Originally, Diagon Alley was a good place for sightseeing, but the news of the quandary made Harry feel that Hogsmeade was safer.

There was also light rain in Hogsmeade, and there were far fewer wizards on the street than usual.Harry took Tom to visit the joke shop, candy shop, literary residence and clothing store one by one.Tom himself seldom visits these places—he really doesn’t need a water bottle that bites people’s noses or a comb that randomly cuts out different shapes—he only appeared in a few black markets similar to Knockturn Alley early on, Occasional trips to bustling Diagon Alley for necessities.Fortunately, the curiosity and freshness he pretended to be quite alike.Walking with Harry, he looked exactly like two Gryffindors who had slipped out of the campus.

No matter how much he refuses in his heart, this result is the most favorable.

Compared to Tom's depression, Harry's mood became more and more upbeat.

A month ago, he couldn't imagine the scene where Tom knew his wizard ability. Earlier, he even doubted whether he could have a normal relationship.But now he can play with the person he likes in Hogsmeade, introduce him to every store he likes in detail, tease him with a quill that can emit stinky smell, and then be revenged by the latter with mischievous glasses ...

The reason why he was able to retaliate successfully was because of the invisibility cloak he had just sent out!

"You can't tease me with what I give you!" said Harry indignantly. "It's not fair!"

Out of mercy, Tom took off the high-power astigmatism kaleidoscope on the bridge of his nose and replaced it with the original glasses he had sneaked into his hands, and rescued the poor myopic savior from the spinning world.

"Unless you take it back." He took off the Invisibility Cloak slowly and handed it to Harry, "I won't listen to you in my hands."

Harry stuffed the Invisibility Cloak into his arms: "Put it away, bastard!"

Tom curled up his handsome lips.

The morning passed quickly, and Harry felt that everything was going well, except that at the end Tom insisted on buying a wizard's robe at Furnishings.

"Is that why you don't want to wear my clothes?" Harry complained.

"That's a school uniform, Harry," Tom said, changing into his normal wizard robes, and his mood suddenly turned cloudy. "If you were my age, you would feel ashamed."

In fact, it has nothing to do with age, and shame is not in his dictionary.

But Harry didn't know this, and couldn't help but seriously suspect one thing.

"How old... are you?"

Tom showed a mysterious smile, but still didn't answer.

It was close to noon, and both of them were hungry, so Harry decided to have something to eat first.

The experiences in recent months have made him more familiar with this place, and he took Tom around and found a secluded small bar.

"This is a wizarding pub, let's go in and have something to eat." Harry said, "I have an appointment with Ron and Hermione to meet here this afternoon."

Tom glanced up, and the old signboard read: Pig's Head Pub.