The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Ron finished the final practice before the Quidditch final and went to the auditorium for dinner with his teammates.Although the strenuous physical activity had left him hungry, Ron ate in unusual moderation.Since he and Hermione were going to meet Harry's boyfriend at the Pig's Head later in the day, he made up his mind to blackmail the old friend and not eat too much.

Hermione made an appointment to meet him in the auditorium, but Ron didn't see the girl until Ron finished his bowl of pumpkin porridge.He reluctantly ran to the library to find someone, and as expected, he found Hermione sleeping next to the bookshelf.

"Hey, buddy. The OWLs are all over, do you need to work so hard?" Ron shook her awake, "Harry's appointment time is almost here."

Hermione was dazed for a while, then regained her spirit with a jerk, hurriedly stood up, and patted the possible dust on her body.

"You're right, we have to hurry up."

They left the library and went back to the dormitory to pick up things together.

"Aren't you really going to eat something?" Ron asked worriedly, "Although I want to give Harry a hard meal, there's no need to starve myself."

"I'm not in the mood, Ron." Hermione put her head down and walked forward. "You know the Daily Prophet is not trusted these days, but it's also difficult to tell the truth from the other small messy papers. I've read a lot about We don't know the truth of the unfavorable news."

Hermione had always been the most current of the trio.The reason why I worked harder after the OWLs exam was over is also affected by the rapidly changing situation recently.The Azkaban prison break made the forces of all parties more entangled and stalemate.While the Order of the Phoenix made high-profile achievements, it also suffered a lot of losses. Many people were affected by the dementors, and their spirits are still depressed.Harry couldn't be told much due to Occlumency, but Hermione kept hearing from the Order.This made her more and more anxious about her own powerlessness.

"Take it easy, Hermione, you're doing great."

Ron tried to comfort her.The recent intensive Quidditch practice had kept Ron away from his friends, and he knew no more than Harry.

Hermione sighed and shook her head: "I just don't understand why the Ministry of Magic can turn a blind eye to so many dangerous Death Eaters? Dumbledore can't come back so far, just because he asked to withdraw the arrest warrant for Sirius—they But they all made great contributions in the Azkaban incident, shouldn’t this be the right thing to do?”

"I'm afraid that's why," said Ron bitterly, "that Fudge is jealous of them."

As Ron said, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, did not reflect on his own meaning at all. From beginning to end, he kept accusing Dumbledore of not reporting, tacitly allowing the underage savior to form a private army, and spreading rumors about the resurrection of the mysterious man... It was claimed that Dumbledore and the savior disturbed the hearts of Azkaban, and this was the reason for the prison break.Hermione was literally shaking with rage when she read the Daily Prophet article that Fudge had bought off.

But unlike Harry, she still subscribes to the newspaper with the highest circulation in the wizarding world every day, and also subscribes to all the small newspapers she can collect to read, which makes her owl very tired, and not only eats a lot every morning Increase, the temper has grown a lot.

"The worst thing is that I recently saw Antonin Dolokhov in the "Magic Daily" claiming that he had sent a letter to the Ministry of Magic in advance of the Azkaban incident, and he had made a contribution, and he also requested to cancel the Wanted—"

Ron couldn't help shouting out: "He's a Death Eater!"

Hermione said sadly: "That's right. They seized the opportunity and tried to fish in troubled waters. Not only Dolohov, I also saw several fugitives suspected of being Death Eaters claim the same."

Ron opened his mouth wide, wanting to argue loudly, but finally fell silent.

"These vile, wicked Death Eaters—" he swore violently.

They walked into the common room and each went back to the dormitory to get their things.When they reunited, both of them sorted out their moods by coincidence.They didn't want to go to Harry in a bad mood.

Ten minutes later, they reached the rooftop of the tower.

There are fine rain stars floating in the sky, rendering the whole castle dark and fuzzy.

Ron's red hair was soaked by the rain, and Hermione belatedly cast a Rain Charm on him.

Ron swallowed, focusing entirely on other things: "Are we really going to do this?"

"Today isn't Hogsmeade week," said Hermione seemingly calmly, "we'll just have to sneak out. And without being noticed."

"Oh." Ron said unconsciously, "The previous sentence already means that no one can find out."

Hermione: "..."

Ron: "Ha, Hermione, you're nervous too."

Hermione's calm was broken: "I'm the inexperienced one!"

Ron cried with a sad face: "I have no experience with another person riding a broom!"

The broom dedicated to Quidditch was in his hand, and he was hesitant to step on it.

That's right, their plan is to ride a broom through the gates of Hogwarts quickly. In order to reduce the possibility of being discovered, Hermione will also cast a little magic around them that twists the light-nothing different from an invisibility cloak or a disillusionment spell. Fabio, but effective enough for high speed movement.

The cold wind and rain on the roof continued to blow the little hearts of the two people who were in a hurry.None of them noticed that when they were entangled, a strand of pale golden hair was blown out by the wind in the shadow of the stairs behind them.

After the two Gryffindors had done enough psychological construction, they finally got on the broomstick one after the other, landed on the ground, and rushed into the cold and rainy world without any hesitation.

"H- Hermione - hold on to me -"

Ron was shivering from the cold wind as soon as he opened his mouth, but he still tried to shout behind him.

"I—feel—not—you—"

"I'm here! Don't talk! Fly out first!" Hermione struggled to adjust her posture behind him, put her arms around Ron's waist, and yelled behind his ear, "The sooner the better!"

"Keep it down - Hermione - I'm going - deaf -" Ron snapped back.

He turned in mid-air, and the weight of the two made it difficult to control the direction and speed of the broom.When he turned too hard, he almost turned back in a circle, and Hermione was thrown half of her body by the centrifugal force.

"Slow down! Slow down!" she screamed.

"Slow—or—fast—?" Ron shouted anxiously, the gate of Hogwarts was right in front of him, and he couldn't wait for Hermione's answer, "Sit down—!"

The broom draws a beautiful arc in mid-air, drags the afterimage and whizzes past the gate of Hogwarts, perfectly skims the zenith defense of Hogwarts, and rushes into the endless free sky of Hogsmeade .

"Oh--"

Ron rushed all the way out of the campus, laughing excitedly in the sky far away from the ground.

"Amazing! Hermione—"

Hermione hugged his waist tightly with her eyes closed: "Get off! Ron!"

"Haha! Don't worry, Hermione! I can do it!" Ron slowed down slightly, turned slightly and said to Hermione, "Open your eyes and see, it's awesome!"

The violent wind around her was no longer so violent. Hermione opened her eyes, and the vast sky immediately filled her vision. The dark clouds in the distance seemed to be in front of her eyes. There were houses the size of fingernails and tofu block villages under her feet. The world was vast and the world was lonely.Her mind was also cleared.

"How's it going, Hermione?" Ron called to her, his head disheveled.Hermione looked up at him, knowing that her long hair was also curling in the wind, and said with a smile, "We still have to find Harry!"

Ron also understood this, did not indulge for too long, and quickly followed Hermione's advice.Find a hidden foothold and put away the broom.

They hooded their heads and discussed Harry's Muggle boyfriend on the way to the Hog's Head.

As the distance approached, their curiosity about the latter grew.

"I still remember Harry always showing off how handsome he is, but unfortunately I'm straight, I'm afraid I can't appreciate it." Ron said confidently.

"Let me remind you, even if you're not straight, you're still Harry's boyfriend," said Hermione seriously.

"Oh. You're serious." Ron rolled his eyes. "I hope you don't look green when you see people like Lockhart did."

"That was a long time ago!" Hermione growled in embarrassment.

The two walked to the Pig's Head bar noisily, and tacitly restrained their voices.

The bar was dimly lit, and there were only a few dangling candles in the dirty and shabby room. Lunch time had passed, and there were not many people in the seats. Most of them were wearing hoods to hide their heads. Ron Searching for Harry in the room with Hermione, they quickly found the two heads together in the corner.

"Do you think the lower one is Harry?" Ron whispered in Hermione's ear.

"Obviously," said Hermione grimly.

They walked over in a low-key way, and Hermione coughed softly, "Harry, here we come."

The head suspected to be Harry immediately popped up, revealing the fiery red fabric under the Gryffindor uniform.

"Ron, Hermione!" Harry said pleasantly, not forgetting to lower his voice, "Sit down. Tom, they are Ron and Hermione!"

The two sat down next to Harry, looking sideways together.Harry's Muggle boyfriend was also wearing dark wizarding robes, his face hidden by a wide hood, like the other wizards in the pub.But they sat close enough that they could see the deep eyes under the hood, locking on to them.

"Hello," Tom said politely.

Harry then introduced Tom to them.Under his relaxed and happy aura, the two sides had an awkward but friendly handshake.

Hermione's movements were a little uncomfortable.Tom was obviously aware of it, and the movement of withdrawing his hand was suspicious.

Ron elbowed her: "Hey, someone else's boyfriend!"

Hermione blushed when he made trouble: "Don't make trouble!"

Ron smiled strangely at Harry.The atmosphere eased down.Hermione regained her composure.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted just now." She said, and then in order to get rid of the embarrassment, she took out a black handbag from her robe, "Ron and I brought you a present, Mr. Roald."

Tom glanced at Harry, who nodded firmly at him.

...it appears to have been premeditated.

Tom took it not optimistic, its appearance looks a little delicate.

When I opened it, there was nothing inside.But his gaze changed.

"Is this—?" He twisted his tone into a doubt, but his heart was clear.

"The Untraceable Expansion Charm," said Hermione, dissatisfied. "I think I've finally got it. But it was too hasty. It's only the size of a double-door wardrobe."

"Reach in and feel for it." Ron was more excited than her, and urged, "My gift is inside!"

He was so eager to try that he almost grabbed Tom's arm and stuffed it in his handbag.

Unfazed by his excitement, Tom kept his fingers in his pockets and met Harry's unhurried gaze: "It's not going to bite my hand off, is it?"

"Uh..." Harry paused suspiciously, glanced at Hermione quickly, and replied firmly, "No!"

Tom twitched the corners of his mouth, he really didn't want to believe that answer, if he could.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, he slowly reached into the bag, and it seemed that the palm-sized cloth bag had been swallowed up to his upper arm.Harry saw this miraculous sight for the first time, and his mouth opened wider and wider; Ron had seen it once, and he still couldn't help opening his eyes; only Hermione, the maker, stared at the small bag seriously, like a picky Parents secretly care about whether its performance is qualified.

Tom's arm stopped going deep and began to grope around, all three watching him with concern.Soon Tom's expression changed, and Harry felt that expression was very familiar, probably similar to the look he wore in the Gryffindor uniform in the morning...

Tom glanced at Ron, obviously touching his present.

Under everyone's expectation, he was silent for a second, and said in a delicate tone: "A... broom?"