The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Nagini was acutely aware of his master's absent-mindedness.

His fingers unconsciously stroked her nostrils and stopped moving, almost suffocating the snake.

【Hey! 】She angrily pushed away those slender fingers, 【What are you thinking? 】

Voldemort's drooping red eyes, hidden by eyelashes, didn't look at her, but were caught in some kind of feeling.

【Something has changed...】 He muttered softly.His fingers were still sliding unconsciously on Nagini's clean snakeskin.

Nagini nestled in his lap, hissing out snake letters, trying to sniff out his master's thoughts from the air.

Voldemort had never felt the cold from a dementor.

People describe it as a feeling of deprivation that arises from the bottom of the heart, because happiness is sucked out, leaving only despair and hatred.

Maybe he has never been happy at all, but he has never been desperate either.

Even in the most distressed and endangered Albania, in the weakest and ignorant childhood, Voldemort never despaired.He always believes in himself, whether it is talent or strength, he is indestructible.

That's why the dementors were like nothing to him.

Being able to manipulate them was another; fundamentally, dementors were as non-existent to him as weeds.

He didn't know if it was unusual, but he hadn't found a second person immune to them.

He has always been proud of it.

This time the dementor attack was different.

For the first time he felt the cold.

Maybe not as strong as what it read from Draco, but definitely different.

There was a chill in the back of his head, and for a moment, he wanted to kill them.

No other wizard can do it, but he can kill dementors.This is one of the reasons why they are afraid of him.

"Something has changed," he said again, in English.

Nagini looked up suspiciously.Voldemort gave her a little more thought, switching back to Parseltongue.

[If it's not despair, it's... happiness. 】

Nagini drooped her head, and her master was saying something embarrassing for the snake again.

Just smile at this time.She has experience.

Voldemort didn't care about his pet snake's absent-mindedness, he just needed someone to confide in who wouldn't confide in his secrets.

【I have to get him. ] He said that it was no longer forced by a certain situation, but a real feeling, 【I need him...in various senses. 】

【Are you talking about...the savior boy? ] Nagini finally felt that he could understand a little bit.After all, he is the only one who can be talked about by her master recently.

[Yes. ] said Voldemort.

【Aren't you going to kill him? ] asked Nagini.

The red eyes darkened, and Nagini's question plunged him into deep thought.

When was the last time you wanted to kill the savior?

Seems like a long time ago...

He was surprised that he hadn't thought of such a thought at all during this time.

[But this is excusable. 】He whispered,【Horcrux, blood, wand, magic power... There are too many reasons, I can't kill. 】

Nagini hissed in surprise, 【There are people you can't kill? 】

Her response pleased her master, and Voldemort evoked an evil arc: [You are right.Even with so many reasons it is impossible to stop me.There are still downsides to horcrux modification though, last Muggle Day I lost my magic for less time, but there are more problems to be discovered.The savior cannot die in a short time. 】

[This is like you. ] Nagini raised his head again, as happy as a child who answered the correct answer, 【I know the problem will always be solved by you, right? 】

Voldemort smiled genuinely, and scratched her chin with his heart.

【Now, I don't want him to die. ] He said bluntly, 【I want him... Nagini, the mating kind. 】

【Huh?Haven't you done it yet? 】 Nagini said unexpectedly, 【Why?I thought you'd act on what you said last time. 】

[The situation was complicated at the time... Later,] Voldemort's voice sank, [I realized it was not the time. 】

[Yes, spring is over. ] Nagini felt sorry for him, but she still said optimistically, 【It's okay.And next year. 】

Yes, and next year.

It's just next spring, will the savior still be the savior of today?

【... Things are getting tricky. 】

Nagini heard his master talking to himself, and felt that he was particularly talkative today.As a well-behaved and considerate pet, she managed to cheer herself up to comfort the poor owner who missed the mating season. After all, he is also a big human being.

【Hmm... Are you feeling unwell? ] She tried to imagine the situation when she was late in estrus, 【Or is she in a hurry to have offspring? 】

【……neither. ] Voldemort was used to Nagini's snake-like thinking, and only paused for less than a second before revealing her weird question, 【I am the boy's sworn enemy, but now I need a part of... normal him. 】

Nagini turned his head, and it took him a while to digest this sentence, 【You don't just want to mate? 】

Voldemort frowned slightly, 【... so to speak. 】

The snake girl hissed again, 【Even I have to ask, is this possible? 】

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, instinctively not liking to be questioned.But Nagini's question was also on his mind.

Not to mention what kind of savior he really wanted, the hatred between them alone almost determined Harry's attitude of being irreconcilable with him.

[But it's different. 】He said again,【Even if Harry doesn't know it yet, something has changed. 】

[I think he is very troublesome. ] Nagini said, 【He will interfere with you. 】

More than just interference.

Just thinking about it, you can tell that the Dark Lord and the savior are naturally life and death.

That's why he never considered the possibility of letting the savior go.

Even if it is just to let him live, it will bring great hindrance to the Dark Lord's career.

The savior is a banner, as long as it is alive, the soul of the Order of the Phoenix will never die.

If you really want to get the savior in its entirety...even if it's only partially complete——

I'm afraid there will be a huge price to pay.

For example, he can't kill the enemy with his hands, he can't torture him, he can't even use the Unforgivable Curse... Yes, he can fully imagine the various justice constraints that a qualified savior would have.

But that was never what he wanted.

【He needs to understand something...】 Voldemort closed his eyes, his voice was cold, 【I must let him understand. 】

Nagini climbed up his arm along his shoulder with concern, and the snake letter spat in his ear.

[I don't like him making you distressed. ] She said, 【But I wish you well. 】

Voldemort opened his eyes slightly, the coldness had not yet faded from there, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

[I believe that my master is always omnipotent. 】The snake girl hissed.

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Draco was not surprised that he would be called by the Dark Lord.

Even though it's almost midnight.

He put on a disposable invisibility cloak, trotted all the way from the dormitory to the emergency room, passed the disappearing cabinet to the fireplace, and before he could change his clothes, he threw down the invisibility cloak and flooed to Tinta Wine Castle.

A warm fire was burning in the lounge late at night. Draco's arrival changed the light of the flame from red to green, and when he stepped out of the fireplace, it quickly returned to fiery red.

Sitting on a long armchair facing the fireplace was a figure he had just seen during the day.

The difference is that the eyes that looked over had a cruel red light.

Draco lifted his spirits, approached the man slowly, bowed and saluted.

"Owner."

The blond Slytherin was behaving as usual, which pleased Voldemort, but he didn't show it easily.

"How is Greyback?"

The last trace of doubt in Draco's heart dissipated, and he replied honestly: "He violated your order, and I handed him over to McNeill."

"Yeah." Voldemort finished, lost in thought.

Too many things happened today, and there were discoveries that were deeply related to himself, so he didn't have time to think about these trivial things until late at night.

The flames of the fireplace were burning, and Draco was sweating a little in the silent atmosphere.

He couldn't help sneaking a curious look at the Dark Lord.

After the conversation just now, it has been confirmed that the one he met during the day was the Dark Lord himself.

That's what makes it all the more bizarre.

Did the Dark Lord and the Savior stay together all day?What happened?Was the Dark Lord satisfied with his performance?Is the savior... still alive?

Draco felt his heart scratching, but the Dark Lord didn't ask, he didn't dare to ask more.

"Alive." Voldemort said suddenly, almost making Draco jump up. The fear of his thoughts being known made him shudder, but Voldemort was quite impatient. "Your head is too noisy, Draco."

"I...I'm sorry..." he murmured.

"You need exercise." Voldemort's voice sounded frighteningly dissatisfied. "Gryffindor's Patronus Charm—I'm assuming you can't handle dementors alone?"

"I..." Draco said tremblingly, "Nobody taught us..."

Voldemort frowned slightly: "The fifth grade is over, the Dark Arts—huh, defense class—what did you teach?"

"...Umbridge taught us to copy our textbooks, my lord."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows: "This is ridiculous."

"...Yes." Draco agreed, "We both think so."

Voldemort rose from the armchair and walked to the shelf next to the bookshelf.

"I heard that she also troubled the savior?"

The Dark Lord's voice could not hear any emotion, Draco found it more and more difficult to figure out his attitude towards the savior, and replied with tingling scalp: "Yes... I heard that she used blood to carve feathers during a confinement period. Punish the savior for writing."

Draco carefully observed the Dark Lord's reaction, wondering if it was a psychological effect, he felt that figure froze slightly.

"It's...the kind of black magic that can be applied to the body by writing...the savior has new wounds on the back of his hand for several days in a row."

"...what's the word?" The voice of the Dark Lord came from the dim darkness of the furnace, which seemed dangerous and fierce.

Draco shuddered inexplicably, and said clearly: "'I must not lie'."

"Heh." The Dark Lord turned around, and the fading firelight traced a cold smile, "Interesting way of saying it, isn't it?"

Draco dared not answer.

He had a gut feeling that the Dark Lord wasn't too happy.

It doesn't make sense.If not for today's experience, Draco must have thought that he had an illusion.

But with the experience of daydreaming, he knew that his intuition was not groundless.

"You...and the Savior..." He raised his head boldly, looked at the Dark Lord in fear, and felt that he didn't even have the courage to finish.

"You're doing well, Draco." The Dark Lord slowly came out of the darkness, his ruthless facial features finally showed a hint of appreciation, but Draco clearly saw the hidden threat, quite similar to what he saw during the day Shen ~ Yun, "I believe you know what to say and what not to say."

The instruction this time was clear enough, and Draco immediately promised: "I will definitely not reveal to anyone that I met you during the day, Master."

"Including your parents." Voldemort emphasized.

"Including my parents." Draco repeated without hesitation.

"Very good." Voldemort finally said with satisfaction, and then brought a small black handbag in front of Draco, "Take a good look."

Draco took it for no apparent reason, and flipped it back and forth for a while before discovering its magic.

"Inside...!"

"Not bad." Voldemort walked back to the armchair and sat down again. "An ingenious space-expanding spell, made by that Gryffindor girl alone. Very impressive, I must say."

Draco thought of the Dark Lord's compliment during the day, it really wasn't just a casual courtesy.

"I'm disappointed, Draco," said Voldemort. "Slytherins are not as good as Gryffindors. Is that also Umbridge's fault?"

"We...we..." Draco racked his brains, "it's the savior... By the way, the savior gave Gryffindor a private lesson, and they used their spare time to practice secretly!"

"What about your spare time?" Voldemort's tone turned cold.

"...we're too lazy," Draco said defiantly.

"Go and study." Voldemort said sternly, "I don't want to see Slytherin continue to degenerate."

"Yes!" Draco replied emphatically.

Things were completely different from what he had imagined. Except for a password, Draco did not get the shocking mission he imagined. Instead, he was taught the importance of learning by the Dark Lord. His own strength and even the entire Slytherin were seriously questioned— — If those classmates find out, Draco doesn't even know where to put his face...

The task of monitoring the savior is still the same, but what attitude should be adopted to treat the savior is a headache for Draco, after all, the Dark Lord didn't reveal more.He can't tell his father the secret of the day to seek help, he can only grasp it by himself.

After giving the gag order and tapping again, Voldemort let the little blond Malfoy go back.After all, it was getting late, and he still had something to worry about that needed to be dealt with immediately.

Another Death Eater was summoned overnight.

He took off his white gloves and, like Draco, saluted the Dark Lord in the armchair.

"Check out the owner of the Pig's Head, Palis."

ordered Voldemort.

"Don't let him notice."