The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

With Fox's arrival, members of the Order of the Phoenix apparated one after another.

There was a burst of bang bang bang bang in the open space, out of nowhere more than a dozen members of the Order of the Phoenix were on full alert.

The Death Eaters quickly confronted them.

In the midst of the chaotic movement of personnel, Voldemort ordered: "Paris, go and collect the dark magic items that have not been scrapped. Nott, go to confirm the target and start retreating."

After speaking, he apparated away.

Dumbledore has a tracking spell that he released when he was tempted, and he can continue to track even if he apparates.

If it was normal, this kind of spell would definitely be broken easily, so Dumbledore's not dodging or evading fully explained his bad state.

He will never let go of this golden opportunity.

Dumbledore was also aware of this, Apparated to the remote Wizard's Canyon, put a Portkey into the hand of Burk who had just woken up, and said while starting it: "When you get there, run away immediately, Voldemort is chasing us!"

That name instantly turned Bork's face pale, and he nodded anxiously in agreement without even distinguishing what happened.

At the last moment before the Portkey was activated, Dumbledore let go.

At the same time, a black mist fell behind him, outlining the figure of a wizard.

Dumbledore clenched his wand tightly and apparated again without saying a word.

This time he appeared in a field of ice and snow, the howling wind and snow consumed the breath of the tracking spell, but only two seconds later, Voldemort's apparition followed him.Dumbledore apparated again without hesitation.

They kept appearing in deserts, forests, grasslands, and riversides one after another. Dumbledore consumed too much memory combing, and he was no match for Voldemort at all. He could only keep changing places to try to get rid of tracking.

"Are you only going to run away, Dumbledore?" cried Voldemort sarcastically.

Dumbledore didn't answer, and apparated again without stopping.

Voldemort's ridicule did not diminish at all, the mist transfer he invented was more labor-saving, even if he continued to compete with Dumbledore in this pursuit, he would only win in the end.

Dumbledore knew this too, so he had been working on disabling the Tracking Curse between Apparitions, but Voldemort's pursuit was pressing and things didn't go smoothly.

Finally, when he was about to switch strategies and give it a go, he appeared in Godric's Hollow.

After waiting for 5 minutes in silence, Voldemort did not come after him.

He looked into the distance suspiciously, the sky was already deep black, and shining stars scattered all over the night sky.

The long night has come, and I don't know if I will see the dawn.

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Harry had a wet dream.

He rode his favorite Firebolt, soaring in the night sky to his heart's content, turning, sprinting, and making sudden stops, like an excited bird just learning to fly.

The oncoming gust of wind has turned into fluttering silk, caressing the cheeks.

There was a warm touch on his lips, and he belatedly realized that someone was covering his mouth.

The man's body was hot, and he pressed against Harry's shoulders and waist tightly in the icy wind. The hand moved away from his mouth and moved to his chin, gently stroking the contours there, and then As it rowed down and came to the fragile neck, Harry felt his heart beat faster with gentle movements that seemed vaguely threatening.

That hand didn't stay for too long, the cold temperature penetrated into the collar, a few fingers lightly unbuttoned it, and drew lightly or heavily on the chest.Harry started to dry his mouth, wishing that the hand would touch him more widely, draw closer to him more intensely.

The Firebolt became scorching, and Harry drove it to draw circles one after another in the sky. On the contrary, a hotter flame burned inside his body, and only the place touched by that cold hand could slightly relieve it.

He supported the broom with one hand, completed a surreal reverse twist, faced the person behind him, and finally caught the hand that did whatever it wanted.

Harry smiled broadly and excitedly, now he was going to take full control of this wonderful hand.

He didn't even look up to see who the owner of the hand was, and grabbed it and pressed it against his left chest, but at this moment the hand didn't cooperate and remained motionless like a piece of wood. Harry patted it anxiously, Trying to fix its broken parts with this mindless act of violence.

The hand ducked before he could swipe a second time, then moved up to catch his chin.Harry was forced to look up and meet its owner's gaze, and saw a beautiful face that perfectly matched his own aesthetics.

Hey...he's a handsome guy!he thought cheerfully.

Then the warm breath of the other party was covered on the lips.

Harry felt the gust of wind blowing incessantly from behind, the starry sky spinning above his head, and the acceleration squeezed his internal organs so hard to breathe, he guessed that the broom had lost its direction and was flying around in mid-air.

But what does it matter?A hot guy is kissing him.

He held the other's cheeks, sucking the cool breath, mostly wind, with a little warmth from the lips and tongue, this little warmth made him feel both sweet and hot.

The temperature ignited the blood all over his body along his lips and tongue, and his hands began to move down. He suddenly understood what that hand did just now, and he did it like the same without a teacher.

The wind and the starry sky were gone, Harry's ears were roaring, soaked in hot water, it was stuffy and hot, they pressed against each other on the broom, eagerly exchanging breaths, the sense of weightlessness captured the senses, and the scars formed A kind of numb itching, the broom handle in his hand was burning hot, and he almost couldn't grasp it and fell down...

Harry woke up with a start.

He gasped for breath for a while, pulled off the quilt in embarrassment, and touched his pajama pants.

"Oh..." He groaned, jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, forgetting even his glasses, and returned to the bed after a while.

He found his glasses and wand, checked the time, and saw that he had just fallen asleep.

He glanced guiltily at the bed next to him, thankfully none of his roommates were woken up.

—My God, what was he dreaming about!

Huge kisses with Tom, on a broomstick!

I really don't know which is more exciting!

A small voice in his heart replied, the two are the most exciting together... Harry stomped it out firmly.

I have to admit that the one-day trip to the wizarding world with Tom made him feel happy, especially the dissatisfied and indulgent farewell kiss at the end. Harry flew his broom in circles on the way back to school.

But he soon began to worry about the upcoming summer vacation.Dumbledore's whereabouts are still a mystery, and Umbridge is still showing off his power, which means that next semester they will also face that toad-like face, and his firebow~arrows can't return to the arms of their masters ;Sirius’s plea for immunity was not approved by the Ministry of Magic, and Harry had to reluctantly reject the other party’s suggestion to pick him up at the train station; and Uncle Vernon would definitely not allow him to have his own mobile phone, which meant that the train station would be a summer vacation. The only chance to meet Tom.

Thinking of the last point, he couldn't hold back his thoughts, took out his cell phone from under the pillow, and sent Tom a text message.

[Will you be free tomorrow? ]

After posting, he felt that it was too stupid to make an impromptu appointment. Although he didn't know much about the Muggle business, he always knew that Tom was busy with work, otherwise he wouldn't only call once every few days.

He called up the letter column again, editing the whitewashed information, but the phone suddenly vibrated, and Tom wrote back.

[There is something about you. ]

Harry didn't expect that he was still up so late, so he deleted the half-written "I made a mistake" and replied: [What's the matter?You're still not asleep? ]

[You will know tomorrow.I'm working overtime. ] Tom replied.

[Sleep quickly, you are old and your body is important. ]

After Harry finished posting, he buried his face in the pillow and laughed for a while before finding out Tom's reply.

[You will know how healthy I am in the future. ]

I don't know if it was caused by the dream just now, but Harry felt that there was a bit of sex in these words.

He licked his lips and replied with a smirk: [Wait and see~]

After teasing others, he blushed, said good night quickly, and then lay down to sleep again.

The phone vibrated again, and he knew it was Tom's reply text message, it should be a good night, and he could read it tomorrow.But he still couldn't resist opening it, and lay down again after confirming.

This time it was a dreamless night.