The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry opened his mouth wide, not expecting Hermione to give such a suggestion suddenly, "Why?" There was a hint of doubt in his tone, even vaguely unhappy.

They were on their way to the library and stopped around the corner to wait for a flight of stairs to turn around.Hermione turned and looked at him. "You don't know each other, Harry. He doesn't know you're a wizard, and you don't know his full name. You're not even acquaintances, are you?"

Harry was really upset.But there is no way to refute it.

The steps moved slowly to their feet, and the three of them climbed up the steps.

Hermione walked up to Harry and said patiently: "Listen, Harry, I don't mean to cut you off. I just suggest that you be cautious, at least you don't have to come up to be together. Start by getting to know each other first, so that you It's safe, isn't it? Think about it, you just broke up with Qiu, are you sure you've come out?"

That last question hit the nail on the head, and Harry collapsed like a deflated ball.

He really couldn't say that Qiu had no influence on him anymore.

"Actually... dude."

Ron hesitantly joined the discussion.

"I think Hermione is kind of right."

Harry's not-so-bright eyes glanced at him, and Ron swallowed, "At least...you need time to buffer, right? A process from the end to the end?"

Harry seemed stung by his words, obviously not accepting his mutated sexuality well.

Hermione couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.Before Harry looked over, he straightened his expression immediately, and walked forward holding the book with a serious face.

They, damn it, make sense.

Harry groaned inwardly.

After that day, Harry still couldn't resist writing a letter to Sirius, asking him for advice on the feasibility of interacting with Muggles.

... He didn't dare to say that the other party was a man.

Sirius, who had to hide at home all day because he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, was very happy to help Harry, and the reply letter was sent only one day later.Faster than Ron who sent the letter a day earlier.

He asked Harry to talk to Floo by the fireplace in the common room that night.

Harry was in the lounge doing his homework while waiting for the others to leave for bed.

The crackling of the fireplace sounded alone in the middle of the night, and Harry had already put down his quill, writing a little tiredly.

He moved from the chair at the table to the soft sofa in front of the fire, intending to rest for a while before Sirius appeared.

Suddenly, the orange-red light of the flame jumped, and the dim yellow color on the wall instantly changed to dark green, and then returned to its original state.

From the fireplace came Sirius' voice: "Harry."

It was so soft and soft that it lifted Harry off the sofa in an instant.

"Sirius!" he greeted cheerfully, not forgetting to lower his voice.

The human head emerging from the flames of the fireplace smiled heartily.

"Finally seeing you. How have you been?"

They exchanged some tender words, and Harry felt the long-lost relief that Sirius was his only living relative.Unlike friends, this kind of affection is irreplaceable.

"I'm so glad, Harry, that you have a girl you like, just like James did!"

Sirius couldn't wait to open up the topic of concern.

"What's her name? What's her personality? What's her face? You said in your letter that she was a Muggle. I think she must be very different, isn't she?"

Embarrassed by the barrage of questions, Harry squeezed his knee uneasily.

"Hmm... Muggle. Looks smart, and very... good-looking." He suppressed the description of "handsome" and replaced it with a more neutral expression.He didn't want other factors to interfere with Sirius' judgment, which he had learned from Ron.

"She told me - confessed to me, and asked me to answer in a month. I've been thinking about it since then. I think... maybe I don't feel nothing." Harry said unconsciously.

Sirius' dark eyes filled with kindly understanding.

"You have exactly the same expression on your face as James, Harry," he said softly. "Don't worry, the Potters are born with the courage and perseverance to go after what they love. Even though she's a Muggle, you won't care, yes No? Lily is always humiliated by those low Slytherins, but James and I will never look down on her because of it. We will only love her more and protect her. I believe you will too."

"But we're having a war, Sirius..." Harry said, expressing the uneasiness in his heart, "she's going to be my burden... Death Eaters won't let a Muggle go, she can't resist. And I... ...I can't protect her..." He admitted with embarrassment that this was the last thing he could face.From the initial resistance to the restlessness these days, it was all because he knew exactly what kind of disaster he would bring to Roald.

Sirius fell silent.The bright flames in the fireplace irradiated his skin even paler, and the torment brought by his prison life in Azkaban was revealed under the sunken cheekbones, which were smeared with vicissitudes of life by light and shadow, but there was still a trace of natural handsomeness remaining in the his face.

After a long time, he said: "This is very unfair to you, Harry. I hate this, but I must admit that people around you are always more dangerous than others."

Harry lowered his gaze, agreeing with him from the bottom of his heart.

Sirius then said: "But you have the right to pursue happiness, Harry."

Harry's eyelashes fluttered, "I...do I?"

"Of course you have!" Sirius almost roared, and the flames jumped several feet, "Harry, you not only have the right to pursue happiness, but you deserve it more than anyone else. Believe me, love bravely. I will help you."

Harry couldn't help but said, "...How can this help?"

"Hide her identity, Harry." Sirius mused. "Until there is a better way, you need to have a secret relationship for a while. I will explain the situation to Dumbledore in the future, and the Order of the Phoenix will formulate protective measures. Don't Don't worry, Harry, everyone will help you."

Sirius' approach sounded reassuring, and Harry felt a lot more relaxed.Followed by belated embarrassment, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Actually, I haven't decided whether to agree or not... It seems that we have discussed too much?"

Sirius smiled heartily, "It's never a bad thing to plan for a rainy day."

The conversation with Sirius had given Harry a break from the rain, and he was finally able to stop brooding over the dangers of associating with Muggles.During Snape's Occlumency tuition that followed, he even managed to clear all memories of that night.

Harry hated Snape's scornful expression when he pryed into his personal feelings.It seemed worthless and disgusting, but the invasion of privacy felt worse, at least he was the one who suffered.

But Harry didn't expect the greasy old bat to have a sane conscience.The only thing he could do was try his best to avoid recalling those private memories, but he could only stare at Snape in vain when he accidentally touched it - and then looked away after learning the importance of eye contact - letting him go from there. Get out of your own mind.

"You haven't had any more dreams lately, Potter?"

After the tuition was over, Snape asked anxiously.Although he is interpreting the words "indifferent" from his expression to his tone.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes, not even understanding why he had to force himself to ask him, "I dream every day - no, not the ones about Voldemort."

It's about Roald.Harry whispered inwardly.

"Don't—in front of me—mention—that—name—"

Snape was irritated again by Harry calling You-Know-Who by name.

Harry ignored him this time, opened the office door and left.

— "Stupid Potter!"

Snape's indistinct roar came through the door, and Harry walked out of the cold area of ​​Snape's office.

The bad Occlumency tutoring made Harry relive the fear of being dominated by Aunt Petunia's family again. It was not until he walked into the sunny lawn that the haze in his heart was dispelled.

He heard the sound of personnel training again on the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Harry told himself not to pay attention, and buried himself in the castle, intending to reward himself with a good meal.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Harry ran into Cho Chang who had just finished eating at the entrance of the lobby.He slowed down, wondering if he should say hello or not.

"Hi, Harry." Or Qiu greeted him first.

Harry made himself smile as naturally as possible: "Hello, Cho."

Qiu also smiled slightly, much more naturally than Harry, "I thought we were reconciled."

Harry froze, and said awkwardly, "Oh... of course, I was never mad at you."

"Great." Qiu's smile widened a little, and she said softly, "See you that night."

"Well, see you tonight..."

Cho was talking about the evening Dumbledore's Army training, where she was one of the first Ravenclaws to join.That's where they walked into each other and became intimate this term.Every time Cho said that, Harry looked forward to the training with great anticipation.

Harry sat down at the long Gryffindor table with a strange expression, and after a while, a person sat next to him.

"Hey, Harry, why are you in a daze?" Hermione seemed to have just returned from the library, still holding a thick reference book in her hand, grabbing food from the dining table in a hurry, unwilling to let go for a moment, "Brain closed How's the tutoring going?"

Harry was suddenly awakened from his trance, with a pained expression on his face.

"Nightmare." He said briefly, not wanting to say a word.

Hermione slowed down her wolfing, took the trouble to cast him a sympathetic glance, and continued to stuff her food.

"I haven't figured out what spells to teach in Deng Jun's training tonight, Hermione, help me figure it out." Harry tried to ask for help.

Hermione swallowed hard the food in her mouth, and said, "I wanted to suggest that you teach Occlumency, but your answer just now ruled out this... I think we can only let everyone practice actual combat."

Harry thought for a while, and had to admit that this was the only way to go.

He found that Hermione was almost finishing a plate of pies, so he couldn't help asking, "What are you in a hurry, Hermione?"

"...my herbal medicine paper is about the last chapter, and the answer is in this book," she nudged the big tome in her hand, "I want to find it before tomorrow morning so that I can return the book. "

In the end, she gulped down half a bowl of pumpkin porridge, wiped her mouth, got up and grabbed the book: "Don't talk, there is Deng Jun's training tonight, I have to hurry up. Bye."

"... what else could I expect, that's Hermione," Harry muttered, taking his time to finish his steak.

Every time he saw Hermione's hard work on homework, Harry suspected that he couldn't even get an A (acceptable).Fortunately, except for Snape, the professors were very considerate of the difficulties of ordinary students, and did not rate Harry's homework too harshly.

In the training course of Dumbledore's Army, Harry really organized everyone to practice combat as Hermione said.

Cho's eyes lingered on Harry from time to time, but Harry stopped eagerly responding.They did not communicate individually throughout the training process.

The author has something to say:

Hermione: Calm down, Harry, calm down.You can start with friends.

Ron Yuzhi Weasley: How to fall in love with the same gender?

Sirius: Hey hey hey, James and I's (?!) son is finally able to play cabbage.

See you in the next chapter!