The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Several people slowly gathered around the werewolf on the ground.

"Stunning! Stunning!" Hermione added two more stun spells, which won everyone's unanimous attention. "Just in case," she explained awkwardly.

"Well done," said Tom.Hermione gave him a small smile.

Draco couldn't help but squinted at the girl, obviously the one he had knocked down.

"What now?" Harry said back to business.Hogsmeade was surrounded by dementors, and it was not suitable to stay for long; but Greyback in front of him couldn't let it go.

"Give him to the Order of the Phoenix!" Ron was the first to suggest.

Draco's brows twitched: "Excuse me?" He said strangely, "If you noticed? I figured it out."

Those words made the Gryffindors fall silent.Hermione glanced at him apprehensively, and even Ron couldn't utter a harsh retort.

"...Tom needs to stay out of here." Harry broke the silence.No one looked. "I want to send him away as soon as possible."

Several people looked at each other, and Draco glanced at the Dark Lord indiscriminately, noticing that half of the face under the hood had no intention of speaking.

He said tentatively, "Greyback can be at my disposal."

Before anyone else could react, Ron was the first to jump out and question: "Give the Death Eaters to the Death Eaters?"

"Ron." Hermione called him suggestively, but said nothing more to stop her.She eyed the blond Slytherin cautiously: "Malfoy... I think we have to thank you, just now."

"Hermione?" Ron asked in disbelief, obviously thinking she was being too polite. "Please shut up, Ron," Hermione whispered very quickly, although everyone present heard it perfectly.

Ron barely spoke, but still stared at Draco warily.The latter just raised his eyebrows in silence, waiting patiently for the next step.

"...we're really not qualified to dispose of him," Hermione swallowed, and said sternly before Ron had a chance to retort, "if it weren't for you, we might have been bitten."

...That's really not necessarily the case.Draco thought bitterly, but the corner of his mouth betrayed the pride in his heart.

Ron opened his mouth, let out a breath, and closed it again.Harry didn't respond, still not looking at anyone, as if he only cared about leaving, but his eyes were thoughtful.

"But," Hermione said compromisingly, watching their reactions, "at least we can ask Greyback to leave Hogsmeade, and take the dementor with him."

This time Harry and Ron both looked at Draco in unison, agreeing to Hermione's proposal.Draco didn't answer immediately, but looked around them slowly, his real thoughts were on the taciturn Dark Lord.

He had been secretly guessing the disguised identity of the Dark Lord.The savior's cell phone repair is obviously to cover his nonsense.But Gryffindors seem to think that the Dark Lord needs protection, and Harry is always on guard against any magic against the Dark Lord.

Is the master disguised as a... Squib?

Draco was puzzled, what's the point of doing this?But another fact that cannot be ignored is that the Dark Lord not only did not plan to solve the trio of saviors, but pretended to advance and retreat with them.

This made him have to be caught in a dilemma between the two diametrically opposed positions of the Dark Lord and the Savior.

He was silent for a moment, pretending to be seriously considering Hermione's offer, while actually awaiting instructions from the Dark Lord.

Greyback's actions definitely pissed him off, but the Dark Lord clearly preferred to punish himself rather than leave it to the Order of the Phoenix to do it for him.

Neither the Dark Mark nor the hooded wizard responded, and Draco couldn't help but realize that the Dark Lord was going to do it to himself.

He took a deep breath and met Hermione's brown eyes: "I promise you."

Harry decided to Disapparate immediately with Tom, and Hermione and Ron chose to stay and "help" Malfoy.

"Hope you guys can really help with something other than surveillance and standing still," Draco sneered mercilessly.

Ron blushed, feeling wronged about facing Malfoy for the first time.

"We will try our best to drive away the dementors." Hermione said evenly, "I can also guide you on the Patronus Charm, if you are interested in learning it."

The tone of the second half of the sentence does not have any hint of sarcasm.Instead, Draco's arrogance subsided slightly.

"Malfoy." Harry called to him before leaving.

Draco froze imperceptibly, and walked over as if nothing had happened.

Only Merlin knew how terrifying it was in this corner where the Dark Lord and the Savior stood side by side in love.He would rather quarrel with the red-haired Weasley for three days and three nights, or stay up late in the library with the nerd Granger to endorse, than to face this ultimate duo with hidden blood and blood.

"What?" he asked numbly.

Harry said bluntly: "I don't know what your purpose is. But this time... we're clear."

Draco froze for a moment before realizing he was talking about an earlier agreement.It couldn't be more embarrassing, discussing their private deal with the Savior in front of the Dark Lord... the only good thing is that the Dark Lord has already punished him for this.

"Ah...well, that's good." He twitched the corner of his mouth.He didn't dare to look at the Dark Lord's expression at all.

However, how could the Dark Lord's evil taste let him go so easily, that terrifying voice asked with great interest, "What is it?"

Draco's face turned pale, and irrationally felt that Cruciatus would come again at any time, but Harry's answer saved him: "I'll go back and explain to you, Tom. It's too dangerous here."

"Oh..." The Dark Lord's voice was slightly regretful.But he doesn't seem to be able to go any further.

Draco had never thanked the Savior from the bottom of his heart so much.

"We have to go," said Harry, holding out his hand to the Dark Lord. "Hold on to me, Tom. It might be a little hard."

The scene in front of him almost took Draco's breath away.

It wasn't until the savior disappeared in place with the Apparition of the Dark Lord that he took a hard breath.

Hell... world!

It was still afternoon, and Harry took Tom back to his high-end apartment in central London.

Despite his best efforts to conceal it, his loss is still visible to the naked eye.

The long-awaited one-day tour of the wizarding world was forced to end early.

"Want something to eat?" Tom asked.Their lunch has been delayed until now.

Harry kind of appreciated his nonchalance, but he really didn't have the appetite, "I can do it."

Tom pressed the glass of ice water to his forehead, making Harry cry out.

"What's special for wizards?" he asked with a smile.

"We..." Harry realized, speechless, "...enough is enough, Tom. I'm not going to take you into the...dangerous...wizardland again." He had a particularly hard time with the last words.

"But I think it's interesting there," Tom said nonchalantly. "Do you have your pasta rolled up and ready to be eaten?"

"..." Harry wanted to maintain a serious attitude, but the way Tom kept provoking the topic made his determination weaker and weaker, not to mention the content of the topic was what he wanted to share with his lover.

"...we don't eat that much," he replied despondently, and then irrepressibly interested, "but it's a good idea, and I bet there's some magic to make it happen."

They naturally discussed the cuisine of the wizarding world, and after Harry introduced it for 3 minutes, he realized Tom's purpose.

"...Okay, I'll take you to eat." He compromised helplessly.

"And it's your treat." Tom reminded bluntly, "as compensation."

Harry pursed a smile: "Of course."

"I think it's all right," Tom concluded.

But after making a decision, Harry became anxious again.

"I don't think so." He stood in front of the sofa, walking back and forth, "Hogsmeade is too dangerous, and there was an attack in Diagon Alley just now."

Tom was speechless for a while, he felt that he was already very restrained, why did he feel that the Death Eaters were so active from Harry's perspective?

"Are those the only places you eat?" he tried to remind Harry.

Harry thought of Knockturn Alley, there should be food there too...?

But absolutely not.That place was a hundred times more dangerous than Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley.

"...Probably." He replied uncertainly.

"..." Tom even felt angry.

Seriously, doesn't the Savior know as much about the wizarding world as he does about the Muggle world?

Why on earth did he encourage the savior to continue to take him to the wizarding world?Is it just because it's fun to be bullied Death Eaters by Harry's protection?

……It really is.

Tom thought irresponsibly that it was a Death Eater's duty to entertain their great master.

"...Yes!" Harry suddenly stopped and stood in front of him, the green eyes were surprisingly bright, "I know there is a place that is absolutely safe. But...you have to promise me one thing, Tom."

Tom didn't answer right away. Today's experience made him subconsciously wary of Harry's proposal.

One minute later, a messy-haired savior appeared on the dirt floor of the Screaming Shack.

Harry decided to take Tom to the back kitchen of Hogwarts.

Upon hearing of this plan, even the calm Dark Lord was shocked by the boldness of the Savior.

"It's not a big deal," Harry reassured him. "There's no danger of being caught, it's a penalty of imprisonment. Much better than Dementors and Death Eaters, isn't it?"

wrong.Tom stressed in his mind that this was much more serious than Dementors and Death Eaters.

"But now Umbridge is Acting Headmaster, we'd better not be found out." Harry wrinkled his nose as he thought of bad memories, and said, "Promise me, no matter what happens, don't take off the invisible Clothes."

In this regard, they basically reached a consensus.

Even so, Tom still felt unbelievable walking with the Savior on the Hogwarts lawn in late spring.

Dumbledore deliberately guarded against his Hogwarts, so he came in...

Seriously, he was considering an impromptu Hogwarts attack.

Most of the Death Eaters had regained their vitality, some he didn't like continued to live as fugitives, instigating and using their former cellmates to create chaos and terror; the reliable ones were methodically infiltrating the wizarding world in multiple directions.Now that the time is short, it is only suitable for summoning those Death Eaters who are not very useful, and it is impossible to arrange a sufficient plan; if there is a battle at Hogwarts, the original plan will be completely disrupted.But the benefits that can be obtained...

Too bad Dumbledore has already been kicked out, otherwise his own invasion would have been enough to discredit him.

In a flash of thought, they had already arrived in front of the mural of a fruit platter.

Harry whispered mysteriously, "Our kitchen is here."

Tom: "...where?"

Harry tugged at the invisibility cloak in the air, and felt Tom's cooperatively lowered ears. "Go and scratch that pear."

Warm breath was blown in his ear, and for a moment Tom had the illusion that it was the back of his neck that was being scratched.

"Harry Potter!" A voice, sticky and artificial, shattered his reverie.Tom looked dangerously at the man.

Umbridge emerged from the corner of the corridor, bulky in her pink suit.

"Where have you been all morning? None of my investigation team has seen you! Didn't I warn you not to violate school rules again?"

"I didn't, Professor," said Harry coldly, "just fell asleep in the library."

"Don't try to fool me, Potter!" she yelled, lifting her neck. "Retention! Seems like last time wasn't enough, did it? You've sneaked out, again! I won't stand it! "

Harry was disgusted, but he couldn't pester Tom with Tom behind him.

"Okay." He said dryly, "Is there anything else?"

Umbridge choked, her toad-like eyes protruding even more, and she gave a twisted sweet smile: "We'll start now."

"No." Harry refused calmly, "I'm hungry, Professor, and need something to eat first."

After speaking, he tugged Tom's invisibility cloak slightly, scratched out the doorknob, and pushed the door into the back kitchen.

Unexpectedly, Umbridge did not follow.Probably thought house-elves were a lowly place, Harry thought grimly, and he had let Tom meet bad wizards again.

Yet there is probably no worse wizard in the world than Tom himself.

He was slowly putting away his yew wand, thinking that an Imperius Curse, though easy, was too merciful.