The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Tom's subtle tone reminded the two Muggle-born wizards what a wonderful gift the broom is in the eyes of Muggles.

To call it a faux pas would be an understatement, given how it was used in Muggle circles, and if Tom really was a Muggle through and through, he would feel humiliated.

Harry quickly explained: "It's not an ordinary broom, Tom, our broom can fly!"

"That's right," Hermione also quickly reacted, and hastily remedied Ron, "A wizard's broom is not for cleaning—it's usually done by some housekeeping magic—so it's completely different from the concept in the Muggle world!"

"Like—just like your car, it's a means of transportation!" Harry secretly admired his witty analogy.

Ron's eyes widened, completely confused about what his pals were explaining: "Transportation?" He glared at Harry, and asked again, "Transportation?"

All Harry could ask now was to keep his mouth shut: "It's a really nice gift, Ron, thank you! But we have to make Tom understand how precious it is..."

"Of course. Because I was going to give it to you!" Ron said a little angrily, "Maybe I'm the only one who remembers that your Firebolt~ arrow was taken away by Umbridge!"

Harry opened his mouth, speechless for a moment. "Ron..."

Hermione looked like she wanted to say something, but now she couldn't.

Tom couldn't believe it would be his turn to smooth things over for three Gryffindor teenagers.

...he did it anyway.

"I have a gift for you too."

He said calmly, took out the boxes of the two mobile phones from behind the chair, and pushed them in front of Hermione and Ron respectively.

"Harry said you need a new way of communicating."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, surprised.Harry took the opportunity to wink at Tom, showing how well he kept his secrecy.

"Thank you!" Ron unwrapped the package curiously, "I'm still wondering how to tell my dad."

"We didn't expect to receive your gift, Mr. Roald." Hermione said sincerely, almost with a wonderful transformation, "...and you even thought of Harry so much when you gave us a gift."

Tom and Harry exchanged a look without any trace, and felt that it was better not to expose some things.

The lighting in the Pig's Head Bar was poor, and the candlesticks on the table were weak and wobbly. Hermione and Ron quickly decided to take their phones home and study them again.They were all still hungry and planned to eat something first.

The bartender behind the bar kept wiping the dusty glasses on the table. Some of them had completely turned gray-black, which was difficult to clean. The accumulation of old stains integrated with the surface of the cup body, making it almost impossible to remove them.But the bartender continued to repeat the action dully, even though Harry felt that the rag in his hand was no cleaner than the glass.

Tom noticed this tall, thin bartender when he first entered the door. He had a full face of beard and hair, looked gloomy and unkempt, and had a bad attitude towards customers.But Harry didn't seem to have a problem with this, and ordered butterbeer with ease, and recommended him a whiskey with flames.

— "I've always wanted to try that, but Hermione always warns us that we're underage. You're different, don't you want to try it, Tom? It's a wizarding specialty, and I know you like thrills."

Harry was whispering Amway Fire whiskey to Hermione and Ron when they walked in.

In fact, if it wasn't for the extremely bad mood and the lack of effective means of venting, Tom himself was not an alcohol lover.But Harry's eager expression gave him some wicked inspiration, like using it at the right time as a way to kick off certain events...

Judging by their chance encounter in a Muggle pub, the Savior would be delicious.

Hermione and Ron asked the bartender hopefully for menus, and the bearded old man impatiently tossed them a tattered piece of parchment.The two of them took it indifferently, leaned close to the dim light of the candle to study it, and were gearing up to blackmail the host Harry.

"I don't think there's anything good to eat here," Harry muttered.

Tom's eyes lingered on the bartender at the bar for a while, then looked back as if nothing had happened, and said, "At least there will be some snacks, finger biscuits or something."

"No." Ron raised his head in despair. "There's only wine and drinks on it! There's not even earwax-flavored Bibi Beans—I don't mean to eat them!"

Hermione gave him a reproachful look, "Can you stop being so exaggerated? There are french fries and lamb on it."

"Will those things be better than earwax-scented Bibi multi-flavored beans?" Ron took a deep breath, showing an expression that was about to vomit, "You smell it, this smell of sheep..."

Hermione fell silent, trying to catch her breath.

"We can go to the Three Broomsticks." Harry suggested, they also wanted to come in to eat, but Hermione and Ron arrived earlier than expected.

Hermione said cautiously, "Aren't you worried that there are too many people there?"

"But now I feel..." Harry looked around and said in a low voice, "the people here are also very suspicious."

The patrons of the Pig's Head are all mysterious figures covered by hoods and veils, which is why Tom doesn't look suspicious when he wears a hood.But Harry felt more and more that the dim environment was not conducive to their protection from other people's prying eyes, and he knew that the owner of the bar had connections with the Order of the Phoenix, and now he didn't want his relationship with Tom to be known by the Order of the Phoenix—they might The opposition and condemnation made Harry unwilling to take the initiative to announce, and he relied on Sirius who had earlier promised to be responsible for explaining to the Order of the Phoenix.

"We'll just find a hidden corner and go in with the hood on," said Harry. "What do you think, Tom?"

Tom was spying on the grubby grumpy bartender, and he was beginning to wonder where he'd seen that face before.

"You're right," he said softly. "The bartender has been wiping the same glass since we walked in. I wonder if it's some wizarding tradition?"

"No, I swear we don't like that," Ron replied.

They agreed to change places.Harry went to pay the bill first, Hermione and Ron stood up, and Tom watched Harry come back from the bar before getting up slowly.Before they walked out of the bar, Harry adjusted his hood nervously, so that his face, which was too much attention, was better hidden.

"Oh, Merlin, I can't take any more." Ron grabbed Hermione's robe impatiently, "Let's go first."

Hermione took a step back to look away, her cheeks were slightly flushed: "You didn't see the way Roald looked at Harry, my God, he looks really...I understand why Harry fell into it."

"Don't, Hermione, don't even fall for you..."

"I do not have……"

Their voices drifted away, Harry still clutching Tom's hood, their eyes tangled, tugging with invisible tension.

"Are you feeling impatient?" Harry asked softly.He sometimes had an almost innate sense of Tom's emotions.

"...like this," Tom took his hand holding the cap and put it on his lips to kiss lightly, "it won't."

An electric current came from the soft touch, rushing along the nerves and rushing into the brain, making Harry's face crimson.

This time he smiled frankly at Tom.But the latter's next words made this smile not so smooth——

"Actually, it's cute that you are eager to be taken advantage of."

Harry: "..."

"We have to go," Tom said with a low laugh.

They had just walked out of the bar, when Ron suddenly screamed angrily in front of them.

"Malfoy! What are you doing?"

"Get away from him, Malfoy!" Hermione's voice said.

Harry's face changed, and his first reaction was to stand in front of Tom, and then he thought of letting Tom hide in the invisibility cloak first.But it was too late.

Hermione pointed in horror at Ron's bleeding nose, before the latter realized he had been cursed by Malfoy.Harry was not far from Hermione Ron, and after Malfoy succeeded in attacking Ron, he saw Harry behind him.

"Look! The famous Potter savior!" He suddenly showed a proud expression, and walked over with his wand slapping his palms, "Do you think it's great that you have an invisibility cloak? If you want to get rid of me, you'll have to give it to mudbloods and pure-blood traitors." Prepare two more, too." He noticed the tall wizard standing behind Harry, "Who is that, Potter?"

Harry pulled out his wand as if facing a big enemy, "It's none of your business, Malfoy. Shut up your stinking mouth, or don't blame me for being rude."

Tom watched the scene with interest from under the hood.Draco really did not disappoint him, and conscientiously carried out the task of monitoring Harry, otherwise it would be impossible to follow the trail of Hermione and Ron after being dumped.I'm afraid that when they were talking in the bar just now, this little Malfoy had been waiting outside hard, holding back his stomach, so he cast a curse on Ron when he came up.

But these are expected plans.He was more interested in Harry's reaction than Draco's.

Harry as an enemy is an angry hedgehog covered with barbs; Harry as a lover is the complete opposite, soft and immature; but Harry standing in front of him and confronting Malfoy is fresh... Speaking, like a little hen protecting a calf.

He was entertained by his rare associations.

"Hey, you know, I won't do anything to you right now." Draco raised his hands and tried to get closer to them.Harry threw a disarming spell without hesitation, forcing Draco to take a step back.

"Stay away," Harry said irritably. "I told you I wouldn't be nice to you."

"I just wanted to say hello to my friends behind you." Draco said slyly, "Don't be so mean."

Harry became more vigilant, "I warn you, don't do anything to him, Malfoy. I know your dark secrets."

It's okay if he didn't mention it, Draco's face turned pale when he mentioned it.The pain he suffered that day in the bloody castle was unforgettable, although after confessing to his father afterwards, the evaluation he got was completely different from what he imagined——

"...Now I believe what they said, Draco. The master really likes you." Lucius murmured, "You only got a Cruciatus Curse...don't look at me like that, as long as you can bear it In other words, I’m afraid it’s not even a minute.”

Even Narcissa didn't say much.

Draco took great comfort in his parents' judgment.But he no longer dared to underestimate any mission related to the Dark Lord.With unprecedented persistence and cunning, he used all means to keep an eye on the savior, completely ignored the other party's scolding and provocation, and even condescended to accept the overtures of various Slytherin students, so as to instruct them to inform him at any time.

After finding out this morning that they were abandoned by the savior, it was Hermione and Ron who followed Theodore Nott's information.

In this world, not only the savior can buy an invisibility cloak.The lesson Draco learned from his last mistake was to buy a box of invisibility cloaks - but they were all disposable, and they didn't work very well when tracking Hogsmeade.So he didn't follow up with the Pig's Head Bar.As the Dark Lord had speculated, Draco, who was waiting outside the bar to doubt his life, couldn't help but cast a curse to vent his anger when he saw Weasley.

It has to be said that his strength has been greatly improved in his experience as a Death Eater. He couldn't hit Weasley with such random spells last year.

Ron's attack and Hermione's anger effectively balanced his mind, so that he could restore peace of mind when facing Harry and the wizard behind him——

Soon he knew how important this was.

"I can listen to you, Potter." Draco retreated, "but at least tell me who he is." He narrowed his eyes and began to look at Harry's mysterious companion.The hood covered more than half of his face, but the figure and the curve of the jaw...

"He's..." Harry suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering the words Ron used, "He's the worker I hired to fix the phone."