The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

It was raining heavily in Hogsmeade late at night.

Lightning pierced the sky like a sharp dagger, and thunder rumbled from the snow-white wound.

The attack of the dementors made the small village a lot deserted, and the weather continued to accumulate cold dampness, which finally broke out tonight.

Most of the stores are closed, except for the faint light of the run-down Hog's Head pub in the corner.

A desolate figure tremblingly pushed open the wooden door of the bar. In the narrow hall on the first floor, there was only a bandaged witch sitting furtively in the corner. The bartender owner was nowhere to be seen.

The windows hummed in the wind and rain, and the dirty and dirty glass could only barely be illuminated into a khaki color, and it was impossible to see any scenery clearly.

The only source of light was the oil lamp on the Bandage Witch's table, burning with a yellow and dim light tremblingly in the bleak and rainy night.

The one who entered was a dirty old hag, who looked worse than the bandage-wrapped hag.The whole body is soaked in damp rainwater, the wizard robe on his body has been worn for many years, it is full of patches and yellow and black stains, his hair is already gray, and it is as dry as a group of weeds. It was disgustingly tangled like algae, and his face was wrinkled and patchy like a rotten rag.

The Bandage Witch only cast a glance, then withdrew her gaze.

"Is...is anyone there?" The old witch tremblingly walked towards the bar.

The bar owner had already fallen asleep, and the bandage witch knew this place very well, but she didn't answer her intentions at all. She was drinking alone in the corner, and the table was already full of empty wine bottles.

"Is there anyone..." the old hag cried again, this time trying to get behind the bar.

But there was no one behind the bar either.She stood dazed and helpless for a moment, then staggered towards the only living creature.

"Gu... girl... are you... the boss?"

The Bandage Witch mumbled drunkenly: "Where did the homeless woman come from..."

"Outside, it's raining too much..." The old witch said tremblingly, "I, I have no place to go... I want to stay for one night..."

The Bandage Witch gave her a suspicious look, assuming she had no money to pay the bill.

But what did it matter to her?She was tired of the way the old witch was dying, and didn't want to be entangled, so she stood up reluctantly and went to the bar to find the bell, and called the sleeping boss out.

The target of the old witch's pestering finally changed to the sloppy boss with a beard.

The Pig's Head Pub is indeed the most shabby shop in Hogsmeade. From the owner to the customers, they are all messy and fringe people.

The owner of the bar was disturbed from his dream, and he was in an uneasy mood. He looked at the old witch sullenly, and asked bluntly, "Are you rich?"

"I... only have three Nats..." the old witch said anxiously, "but I can exchange this for..."

Trembling, she took out a yellowed crystal ball from the tattered wizard robe, and wiped it with the lining of the clothes that was not soaked.

"This... can be predicted."

The boss's bearded and haired face showed a little eyes with difficulty, looking at the crystal ball in her hand.It looked much older. Apart from the dark yellow that had been eroded by grease all the year round, it also had many fine scratches and wear. It was not even as clean as the prophecy crystal ball that a Hogwarts student was equipped with as standard.

"I can't believe what this stupid thing prophesied." The bar owner didn't hide his contempt, and waved away impatiently, "Leave if you don't have money."

"Hey, it's raining too much outside...the old woman can't stay here..." The old hag shivered, and some of the rain dripping from her body wet the glass on the bar counter.The bar owner stared at her ferociously, and the old witch held the crystal ball in her arms in fear, "I, my prediction is very accurate..."

Suddenly a bright light flashed outside the window, illuminating the room like daylight.

Followed by rumbling thunder.

The oil lamp on the Bandage Witch's table trembled.The sound of heavy rain knocking on the door was bang bang.

The old witch shrank her shoulders and begged, "Just one night... I will prophesy for you, tell me your name..."

"... Aberforth," said the barkeeper coldly.

"Aberforth...Aberforth..." The old witch regained her spirits, waving her arms, her dry and thin fingertips waving around the crystal ball, "Oh... yes... you are a man with ideas ...had suffered, but remained kind..."

Aberforth's expression was hidden in the beard, eyebrows and hair, but there was still disapproval.

He seemed to have decided that the old hag was talking nonsense, but he still intended to listen.

"But you are trapped now...that thing is very powerful...they are everywhere...but you didn't give up your resistance...the bones...I saw the bones...is it the thing you resisted? or a beloved old man ? Oh...so pathetic..."

"What bones?" growled Aberforth in a hoarse voice. "Don't curse, old woman!"

"No—I didn't..." The old witch raised the crystal ball excitedly, and Aberforth's eyes were attracted.The ball became more blurred, filled with turbid mist, and could not see anything clearly, "This is the future, and it is also the past... This is a human skeleton! Oh... a poor girl... She is dead ..."

"Enough!" Aberforth finally couldn't bear her madness, and rushed out from behind the bar angrily, grabbed her arm and dragged her out, "Nonsense! I don't need your bullshit prophecy, go! Let me go !"

"No! No... I have nowhere else to go! Let me stay... I see! More people will die, just next week... the thing that traps you...they will be killed Sanctions! Believe me, Cassandra Trelawney is my ancestor..." The old hag yelled in panic, "You have heard my prophecy! I... I can give the only Sannat You...please..."

Aberforth pulled her halfway and stopped.

The air-leaky wooden door vibrated, and the ground was wet with rain, and the sound of the wind and rain was especially scary in the middle of the night.

The attack of the dementors made Hogsmeade panic. Most shops closed their business hours early, and the Auror patrols of the Ministry of Magic have also rested. Now if you throw the old witch on the street, you may die. people know.

He stretched out his dirty and callused hand: "Here's the money."

The old witch responded excitedly, put the crystal ball back into her robe, and then carefully took out three blackened copper coins, "These..."

Aberforth snatched it into his hand, checked it repeatedly, walked back to the bar, pulled out the drawer and threw it in, then took out a key from his pocket and slapped it on the counter.

"Go upstairs and turn right, the one at the top." He said viciously, "Leave when the rain stops."

"Hey, hey... good." The old witch said, walking towards the stairs.

"Wait a minute." The Bandage Witch suddenly said, "Old woman, come and give me a prophecy, and I will give you three Nats."

Aberforth was going to go back to sleep, but he couldn't help but stop.

"Oh..." The old hag solved the problem of accommodation, and started haggling, "Three nats are too few, girl. The old hag's body is not good, so she has to rest quickly."

"...Boss, let her stay one more day. I will pay the rent." The Bandage Witch said forcefully and miserly, "Come quickly and prophesy."

"It's only been a day..." The old witch muttered dissatisfiedly, and moved slowly, "Use a drying spell for me, girl, I need to save my energy."

The Bandage Witch jerked her wand out, looked like she was about to hit the wall, probably still drunk, and cast a drying spell to steam the water out of the old witch's hair, but the weeds all exploded, Like an upside-down broom.

Aberforth gave up the idea of ​​going back to sleep, picked up the glass that was wet just now, and wiped it with the dirty rag on the bar that seemed never to be cleaned, but kept his eyes on the two witches.

They sat facing each other, and the Witch in the Bandages put the empty wine bottles on one side of the table so that the old witch could put the crystal ball.

The bony fingers began to circle the greasy crystal ball again.

"Well...you are a miserable woman...you have a dark secret...that's right, you can't tell anyone...it's so pitiful...no one understands you..." the old witch murmured, The whole face of the witch opposite her was tightly wrapped in bandages, and she couldn't see what was going on in her heart.But Aberforth dared to say that these words could have been made up by mere guesswork.

Suddenly, the old witch's expression changed.Her voice was low, coherent and steady, and she spit out a series of predictions quickly.

"Someone's coming back. So are many more. They're rallying. You're rallying. A turnaround in the next month will change everything. The hope and the despair are there. Gotta take it. Judgment."

The voice fell, and the bar fell into silence.

The only sound was the patter of the doors and windows being watered by the torrential rain.

The old witch said as if waking up from a dream: "Huh? I... finished talking...?"

The Bandage Witch stared at her sullenly: "You can go."

"Oh, the rent...Girl, don't forget..." She put away the crystal ball and said in a rambling manner.The Bandage Witch took out her purse, counted out a few coins, and put them on the table without much money.The old witch gathered them, walked tremblingly to the bar, handed them to Aberforth, and went upstairs satisfied.

Aberforth also put down his glass, and went back to catch up on sleep without hesitation.

The silence in the bar was restored with only the Bandage Witch alone.She drank the last bottle of wine, pushed open the wooden door of the bar, and rushed in drunkenly, not caring about the storm outside.

The old witch saw a portrait of a young girl on the second floor, her slender shoulders were fluffed with long golden hair, making the slightly narrow face look gentle and friendly.

She seemed surprised to see the stranger, and gave the old hag a friendly wink.

This move won the favor of the old witch, and she walked over tremblingly, "Little girl, you are not asleep yet."

"I slept through the day, Granny."

"Oh... I'm going to stay here for two days, what's your name?"

"You can call me Arianna." The blond girl said softly.

"Arianna...Arianna..." The old witch started muttering again, but this time she didn't take out the crystal ball to prophesy, "Who are you from Aberforth?"

Arianna was a little surprised that she knew the name of the bar owner, thought for a while and said, "A very close person."

The old witch said unexpectedly: "Isn't it... my lover?"

Arianna smiled: "How is it possible, he is my dearest brother."

"Oh...you two have such a good relationship..." She sighed in relief, and wanted to say something, but footsteps came from the stairs.

Aberforth appeared in the living room and was very dissatisfied when he saw the old witch in front of the portrait, and immediately urged her to go back to the room.

"Don't talk to Ariana!" he yelled at the old hag's shambling back.

"Brother...don't be like this, she looks so pitiful...and there is no malice." Arianna couldn't help but persuade.

Aberforth stared at her as she entered the house and closed the door, then turned to the girl and whispered, "She is a liar of prophecy. But like the previous one, she has a bit of blood inheritance, and it may come true sometime."

Ariana whispered, "Sybill Trelawney?"

Aberforth nodded: "Less contact with her. This kind of person is easy to be targeted."

While the brothers and sisters were talking, the old witch had already entered the house and checked the room.

There were no suspicious magic traces or props. She took out her wand and cast several shielding spells in a low voice. Then she took out the crystal ball from the tattered robe, wiped it, tapped it with the wand, and the cloudy sphere lit up. There was a faint silver light.

"You heard everything." Her voice was steady and coherent, just like when she prophesied for the Bandage Witch.

"Hmm. It's surprising." The voice of the bandaged witch came from the crystal ball!But soon, the voice changed into a low and hoarse male voice, "The effect of the compound potion won't last long, so only you can stay in it for a long time. Continue to find someone to prophesy in the bar tomorrow, and I will give you as much as possible." Provide information, or follow the agreement, and I will be there."

"Yes, Mr. Everheart." The old hag replied excitedly, the wrinkles on her face were squeezed into assholes.

She never dreamed that she would encounter such a good thing by bluffing and cheating. As long as she hangs out in this bar for two more days, she can get the money to live comfortably for the rest of her life.Death Eaters... are really enviable... If she has made meritorious service, can she also try to apply to join...

If Paris Everheart knew what she was thinking, I'm afraid he could only say that the ignorant are fearless.

Not to mention how slim the chances of her ability to catch the eyes of the Dark Lord are, just that lazy and slippery face is enough for her to be educated by the unreasonable leader's fancy Cruciatus Curse.

He knew all too well that the Dark Lord was not easy to please.

Perhaps he is not the one who knows the most secrets among the Death Eaters, nor is he the one who is most trusted by the Dark Lord, but Palis thinks he is the one who sees the most thoroughly.

Death Eaters are going through a brutal phase of elimination.

The Dark Lord has become more and more patient. After Azkaban's great escape, he began to make long-term arrangements.

Only the most trusted Death Eaters got rid of their identities as fugitives, and were skillfully arranged and hidden in various places in the wizarding world. Some even appeared in the Ministry of Magic office majestically under aliases.

Other Death Eaters were asked to mix with ordinary fugitives, sow discord, create chaos, and disturb people's hearts.In name, it is to pave the way for the return of the Dark Lord, but in fact it is a cruel invisible selection.Only those strong enough can create enough chaos to survive the Aurors and Dark Wizards.

He is thankful that his tiny talent of foresight enabled him to foresee the sudden downfall of the Dark Lord on that night more than ten years ago, so that he could go far ahead of the current elimination; it also enabled him to foresee the return of the Dark Lord at this time last year. Pound returned, carefully looking for many people to foresee the future, and finally made up his mind to return to the Death Eaters camp.

He is a loyal Death Eater, only more loyal to his own foreseen destiny.