The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The aroma of food wafted from the back kitchen of Hogwarts.

Various ingredients are piled up on several long short tables. Pots and pans move around like invisible hands and feet. The large silver bowls are filled with slurry of different ingredients, and the stirring rod rotates automatically inside. Dancing in circles, the kitchen knife on the chopping board was chopping radishes in small steps, and the hill-like pumpkin was rolling around on the table, peeling off its skin in a short while.

Harry received a warm welcome.Invisible house-elfs popped up and chattered around with eyes as big as copper bells.

"Oh! Great Mr. Potter!" "Is there anything I can do for you?" "There are flying vines just picked in the Forbidden Forest, sir!" "Ruby just made a cranberry tart, you Want to try it?" "Need pumpkin pie, sir?"  …

"Oh, oh, uh, thanks, I want to see something else..." Harry scrambled to deal with the overenthusiastic house-elves, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on his head.Tom quietly used a silent calming spell behind him, and the outermost elves left silently.

"You guys keep working, I'll just grab some food..."

Harry found his voice completely drowned out by the loud surroundings and had to say loudly: "I order you to keep doing things!"

The house-elves finally regained their invisibility one after another under the dual effects of commands and magic. The pots and pans moved around lively again, but they passed by Harry's side more eagerly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and explained to Tom: "House elves are magical creatures who serve wizards in old castles. They are very loyal, but too enthusiastic. You have to give orders to get rid of them."

Tom: "Too loud."

The slight annoyance in his tone made Harry smile.

"You have as much patience as a child, Tom," he said, laughing.

"..." The Dark Lord.

They found a long table with finished food, and Harry took him to taste his favorite pumpkin pie, as well as fresh roast chicken and lamb chops, bass fruit pudding, Hogwarts special buttered peas, and wizard circles. Popular pumpkin juice.

The house elves at Hogwarts have a special culinary heritage, and many foods are exactly the taste of Tom when he was in school.

Decades have passed, and those old days come back to my mind through the taste buds.

He loathes nostalgia, with the exception of Hogwarts.

"Try this?" Harry scooped up a spoonful of buttered peas and handed it to him.Tom just leaned over and swallowed it with a spoon.All Harry could see was the spoon's head disappearing and reappearing without the peas.

"Good," said Tom's voice.

Unprepared to achieve the feeding achievement, Harry blushed belatedly, dazedly biting the spoon with only a layer of butter left on it.

Tom would have preferred to be bitten on certain parts of his own body.

After finishing his lunch and leaving the castle, he didn't meet any professors or students he didn't want to deal with along the way. Harry's interest and courage grew.

"We're getting lucky," said Harry happily.

...if so.

Tom chose not to comment.

After all, Slytherin had already received his ban, and even Umbridge had been controlled by his Imperius Curse just now, and there were very few people who could trouble Harry.

"Let's go to the Quidditch stadium to see, tomorrow is the final, and there is no one at the moment."

Harry's steps changed direction, towards the empty Quidditch pitch.Later, someone will come to close the stadium and make arrangements for tomorrow's game.

He dragged Tom's invisibility cloak to the empty field blown by the long wind.The grass on the ground is long and strong, and the Quaffle's goal stands high between the sky and the earth, with stepped wide seats on all sides.By this time tomorrow, they would be filled with students from all four Hogwarts houses.Even flying on a broom can hear the loud sound of refueling.

The difference is that this time Harry can only be a spectator.

Tom has never been interested in Quidditch. The only reason he sat in the spectator seats when he was a student was to confirm with his own eyes the ownership of his house cup.After graduation, this kind of sport completely disappeared from his life plan.

But this time, with Harry patiently explaining the rules, he didn't feel any impatience.

It's just that Harry's sudden depression after talking about it made him care.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a soft voice that he didn't realize.

Harry turned his head to look at the source of the sound, but there was only an empty grass field.

He forced a smile: "Nothing."

Tom frowned, and quickly thought of the key, "Your broom was confiscated." That Weasley mentioned it at noon.

Harry didn't want him to worry, so he said evasively, "It's okay, I can buy it again."

He felt his face lifted, but saw nothing.

"...I wish I could see you." He sighed softly, taking Tom's hand away, "Let's go see Hedwig, I miss her."

Tom was about to say something, but Harry's words caught his attention. "Her?" He followed behind Harry, his tone emphatic, "Cho, Ginny...is it Hedwig now?"

Shocked by his misunderstanding, Harry almost tripped over the grass, and then said with a suppressed smile, "Well, Hedwig is different. She is my favorite girl, very cute."

"...Are you trying to provoke me?" Tom's voice already showed a dangerous signal.

Harry needed to be patient to keep himself from laughing out loud, so he could only quicken his steps to prevent Tom from seeing his expression.

"Um...no...you...are different...I love them both, really." He was almost running.

Tom's footsteps on the grass became more and more serious, "Give me a stop, ha-li-po-t!"

Harry simply ran wildly.

Tom struggled for a moment between chasing and running regardless of his image and taking the risk of mist migration, and his reason was gradually evaporated by anger.

He ran after him.

He—Voldemort, the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, The One Who Cannot Be Named—and the Saviors—Harry Potter, the Golden Boy, the Boy Who Lived—barely played on the Hogwarts grounds You chase me!

Tom doubts life as he runs.

Perhaps the only good thing is that he wears an invisibility cloak.

Even so, he had no intention of stopping.

Damn Potter better give him a decent explanation!Otherwise he really wouldn't mind killing that Hedwig.

Harry wanted to run all the way to Sita, but he didn't expect to meet Hermione and Ron who were going back to school halfway.

"Harry? Where are you going?" Hermione stopped him sharply.

Harry glanced back in vain, "Go and see Hedwig," he said in a low voice, "Tom was wearing my invisibility cloak in the back, but he thought Hedwig was a girl... poof." He couldn't help laughing, But then said hastily, "I can't let him catch up, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he ran wildly without looking back.

Hermione yelled, and Harry had already run away.

"That's wrong!" she said to Ron displeased. "Harry shouldn't be teasing his lover like that."

Ron shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong. Look how happy Harry is."

Hermione squinted at him and muttered, "... boy!"

Harry arrived at the owl hut first, panting. He estimated that his "senior" lover would arrive in a while, and leisurely searched for the little snow-white girl.

Tom guessed the truth when he chased Harry all the way to the top of the west tower, where all the owls of Hogwarts gather.

When he stepped into the owl hut, he saw the savior stroking a snowy white owl as expected.

When he walked over, he startled the owls flying all the way.

Harry therefore sensed his approach, held up the snowy owl perched on his arm to him, and smiled brightly: "As I said, she is very cute."

"... Hedwig," Tom whispered.

"That's right." Harry's gaze gently brushed Hedwig's snow-white feathers, "She has been with me since I was 11 years old."

"...beautiful bird," said Tom flatly, "must all wizards have one?"

Hedwig flapped her wings a few times, and Harry felt that she was irritated by Tom's statement, but he was entertained.

"No, we use owls to communicate." Harry let go of Hedwig, and the little girl flew away without hesitation. He had to invite other familiar owls to introduce to Tom, "This is Hermione's, and I send it every day." I brought five or six newspapers. It was very hard work. The one snoozing on it was just a little shaved, and it belonged to Ron. Ron has many brothers and sisters in his family, and he always couldn’t get enough pocket money. Actually, I didn’t expect him to have money to buy Broom for you..."

Tom took the owl from Harry's arm and was forced to step on the invisible air. The owl seemed very flustered and spread its wings trying to fly, but was crushed to death by a big invisible hand.

"Oh, he's going to be crushed to death by you, Tom." Harry reminded kindly.

"I'm petting." Tom's voice was especially convincing if the owl's struggle hadn't been so violent.

"...well, you need to take it easy," Harry said softly.

Tom finally let the poor owl go.The young man flew to the corner farthest from them in fear.

Harry thought maybe it was Hedwig that Tom had wanted to 'touch'... and he decided to advise Hermione to be nicer to him.

When twilight fell, Harry took Tom to the back kitchen to finish dinner.

A long day is finally over.

They crossed the lawn again.Pass the Quidditch pitch.

Harry looked over unconsciously, the place had been temporarily closed and was preparing for tomorrow's game.

Suddenly Tom said, "The broom is yours."

Harry froze for a moment. "What?  …No need, Tom. I can afford it."

"I can't ride, can I?" said Tom. "Your friend was going to give it to you."

"It's for you, though," said Harry.

"Giving it to me is giving it to you," said Tom.

Harry was struck by the words.

When they got near the Whooping Willow, Harry grabbed Tom's hand and decided to take him home another way.

Ten minutes later, the owl shack welcomes the green-eyed savior and his invisible lover again.

It wasn't the owls that were going to fly out this time, but the two of them.

Tom regretted it before Harry pulled the broom out of Hermione's pouch.

How did things come to this?

He clearly knew that the savior's mind was full of damn bad ideas.

Why not learn your lesson!

"Sit up, Tom!" Harry said excitedly.It's been so long since he's ridden a broom and he can't wait to take to the skies.

"I suppose you remember, I'm pretty old..." said Tom deadly.Reluctantly, he took Harry's shoulders and slowly stepped up the back half of the broom.

"Don't worry, just hold me tight—forget it, bind your hands and feet!" Harry simply pulled out his wand, and gave Tom a binding spell, so that the limbs and waist of the two were tightly bound together by magic, "Remember to shut up !"

Before Tom could get annoyed at being caught by Harry's surprise magic yet again, the broom under his crotch led them out of the owl hut like a cannonball into the night sky.

The strong night wind poured into the robe, making his skin chill, but Harry's body was very close, and the hot blood exuded a youthful temperature.

The savior drove a broomstick to rampage under the starlight, shouted excitedly, and flew out of Hogwarts' defense range close to the school gate just like Ron in the daytime.

Like a carp jumping out of a dragon's gate, Harry soars up and down in mid-air to his heart's content, making sharp turns and stops from time to time, easily playing with thrilling and superb flying skills under the starry sky of London.

"Isn't it great, Tom!" he yelled with emotion, his mouth was suddenly filled with gusts of wind, and his voice was distorted.

Covering his mouth with one hand, the frenzied airflow had already blown away the invisibility cloak.

"Shut up and go home," said Tom's voice with difficulty and danger.

Harry suppressed his laughter, worried that he would not be used to flying on the broom, stopped showing off his skills, and rushed towards the high-rise residential area in central London.

It didn't take long before Harry landed on the balcony with superb technical precision.

Tom jumped off the broom for the first time, but Harry was still sitting on it.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked concerned.

Tom threw him a not-so-bright look.

"Sorry, I haven't ridden for a long time, I couldn't hold back at first." Harry apologized sincerely, and said reluctantly, "Go and rest, I'm very tired today..."

He waited for a while, seeing that Tom didn't answer, his voice couldn't help but weakened, and said embarrassingly, "I'm leaving..."

"Won't you say goodbye to me?" Tom asked.

Harry looked at him in bewilderment: "I said..."

Tom sighed, and wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing down on himself.

"Farewell kiss."

The night sky is full of stars, and the feet are full of feasting and feasting.

There was complete silence on the balcony.

"...I thought you were angry."

Harry grumbled between kisses.

"I'm."

"! Then this...?"

"Bite your tongue off any more words."

"..."

"...I need this."