The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

They parted ways on platform nine and three-quarters.

The Dursleys stood anxiously on the platform, rather than searching for Harry, they seemed to care more about the eyes of passers-by around them, for fear that others would take a second look at them.Dudley turned his back on his parents disapprovingly, seeming annoyed that he had to be involved in the troublesome and embarrassing business of bringing Harry home.

Aunt Petunia clutched his arm tightly, as if the big man could be overwhelmed by the sparse crowd around him.Uncle Vernon kept touching his pockets, and nervousness flashed across his fat, criss-crossed face from time to time.He was wearing a very formal suit, as if he had just arrived from some business scene.

Harry dragged the suitcase towards them, his steps slow and small.Although Ron promised him that he would pick him up and leave his uncle's house in the second half of the summer vacation, this did not completely alleviate his reluctance and resistance.

Uncle Vernon had already seen him, and was trying to open his narrow eyes, urging him angrily and silently.Harry knew he didn't want to shout it out because it would bring them all the collective attention.

Well, he knew there was no escape.Dejectedly, Harry quickened his pace and walked up to them, not expecting any welcome, and walked straight out of the platform without stopping.The Dursleys followed, a few meters away as he had expected, pretending to have nothing to do with him.

Uncle Vernon hit the road in the family's only car.Harry sat in the corner of the back seat as usual - because obviously, his big cousin couldn't just occupy a normal one-person space, he was sitting almost close to the car door - watching the passing scenery outside the window boredly , Gradually feel that something is not quite right.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Oh, shut up," said Uncle Vernon loudly, "if you say anything you shouldn't say in a moment, I promise to lock you in your room, even if your - that godfather - threatens me. use!"

Harry frowned. Ever since he knew about the existence of Sirius, Uncle Vernon has been very afraid, and he rarely abused him openly, because obviously, the deterrent effect of a fugitive is fatal to ordinary people like the Dursleys. , let alone a wizard.

Dudley raised his face from his game console, grabbed the back of the driver's seat with his huge fat hand, and shook it vigorously: "Isn't it there yet? I'm hungry!"

Uncle Vernon giggled, his fat body trembling, "I'll be there soon, Dada, good boy, there will be a big meal waiting for us in a while."

Aunt Petunia said melancholy and full of doting: "My dear Dada, you may have to control your food intake a little bit, otherwise next week's weight loss diet will be reduced to less than twice."

Disgusted by that title, Harry decided to let them go.

"What!" Dudley jumped out of the seat in disbelief, the co-pilot's seat trembled, and was hugged tightly by his thigh-like arms. The head jumped into the middle, and Harry was squeezed against the door together.

"That's impossible! I can't get enough to eat, Mom!"

"Oh, don't worry, baby Dada, all of us will accompany you. No one is allowed to eat more than you, okay?"

Dudley patted the fragile seat angrily, "I don't accept it!"

Harry rolled his eyes and plugged his ears, no matter where they were going, he just wanted the journey to end as soon as possible.

Dudley yelled at Aunt Petunia all the way until the car stopped, and Uncle Vernon urged Dudley a little harder: "Don't talk loudly for a while, Dad, can Dad buy you The new game console depends on this customer."

That last sentence was so effective that Dudley fell silent instantly, and asked gruffly, "Why did you take him?"

Harry had the same question.Not to mention meeting clients, Uncle Vernon's family would never take him with them even if they went out for a meal.

The fat on Uncle Vernon's face turned red, and he seemed to feel very ashamed: "This customer heard from somewhere that we have a sick cousin living in our house, and he thought I was very kind, so he planned to place an order for me-he is a The philanthropist--of course he's asking to see the cousin who's been unselfishly cared for by us. Boy! You mustn't say any of that--unnatural--that nonsense! And that thing of yours! That stuff! Hide it all! Stay in the car!"

Harry insisted, "I'm going to take my wand with me."

Aunt Petunia yelled sharply, "Nonsense!"

Uncle Vernon turned his head from the driver's seat, with anger on his face: "I'm going to lock you in the house, and you're not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Whatever you want." Harry felt that this was commonplace. "I have to carry my wand with me." He said again, as if he didn't think the excitement just now was enough.

Now the car vibrated, and Uncle Vernon stretched out his fat hand, half of his body was stuck in the middle of the seat, the fat was squeezed on both sides, like a trampled balloon.

But he still grabbed Harry's collar violently, and lifted it up vigorously: "You dare not! You are not allowed to speak! If you dare to say one more word, I will tear your throat out right now!"

Harry reluctantly compromised his words, but still insisted: "I may not speak, but I must carry my - weapon."

Uncle Vernon was silent, the only part of the brain that wasn't engulfed in fat working, and he gasped, "You can't take it out - don't use it!"

"If there's no danger," said Harry, "I don't want to either."

In this way, they barely reached a consensus.

There are a lot of cumulonimbus clouds floating in the sky in London, and showers are coming.

Harry followed his uncle into a very upscale-looking French restaurant, and he realized that Aunt Petunia and Dudley's clothes today were very expensive - probably the only one they had - high-end items.Uncle Vernon's suit looked a lot stiffer than his work suit, although it was severely limited by the pile of fat.

In contrast, he's wearing nothing but an old jacket and jeans he changed on the train, which is sure to catch the attention of Uncle Vernon's clients.But Harry didn't bother to remind them that he wanted Uncle Vernon to offend his big client.

But Harry soon couldn't stay out of it.

They were led to a tall and thin man in a suit and leather shoes by the waiter in the restaurant. Uncle Vernon stretched out his hand and shook him graciously: "I've kept you waiting, Mr. Lamolle!"

Lamolle smiled, looking very accommodating: "It doesn't matter. This is the Mr. Potter, right?"

He set his sights on Harry right away, completely ignoring Aunt Petunia and Dudley, who were looking eagerly at him.

This made Uncle Vernon feel embarrassed and uneasy: "Oh, oh, it's him...he can't speak very much, let my son greet you..."

"Hello, Mr. Potter." La Moelle smiled at Harry.

Impressed by him, Harry blinked and smiled back.

Uncle Vernon said right away, "Look, he can't speak at all." He hurried to show off and urged his son, "Dada, quickly say hello to Mr. La Moelle."

"Wait a minute." Lamolle ignored Dudley who hesitated to speak, "I have to take Mr. Potter to my boss for a look. I told you before that he cares about this child very much. You go first. Wait in the box next door."

Uncle Vernon looked panicked, and Aunt Petunia grabbed his arm nervously.They looked at each other, and before making a decision, La Moelle smiled and said to Harry, "Let's go."

Harry found that he was not as talkative as he seemed, and everything was settled in a few words.Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked at him in unison, horror and warning.

Harry shrugged and wanted to say that he wasn't going to do anything, but they had asked him not to talk, and he happened to decide to comply.

La Moore knocked on the door of the private room, and Harry finally smiled innocently at the Vernon family who were still afraid to leave, and walked in.

Then he was dumbfounded.

"Tom?!"

The man with the menu in his hand is sitting at the round table, his whole body is outstanding, but who is his Muggle boyfriend?

"Why are you here?"

"You can go out now, Dave," Tom said to the secretary who brought Harry in. "Remember to close the door."

Mr. Secretary, whose full name is Dave Lamorle, responded yes and retreated from the room.

Harry stared at him until the door closed, and ran up to Tom in surprise, "How—how did you find Uncle Vernon, how did you know I had a day off today?"

"I know your uncle's name and job, it's easy." Tom wrote lightly.

"Really? How?" Harry looked at him and asked casually.

"Tell the secretary and wait," said Tom, also looking at him.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Harry asked, getting closer.

"Just in case the secretary gets the wrong guy," said Tom, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Tom sat on the chair, giving Harry some height advantage, and when Tom reached down his neck, Harry wrapped his arms around him, putting their heads in the sockets of each other's shoulders.

Maybe it started as a kiss, but Harry turned it into a hug.

They breathed the delicate smell of each other's clothing, and hugged each other for a while without saying a word.

"I thought I wouldn't see you all summer," Harry murmured.

"You can come and live with me." Tom gently stroked the messy hair on his head. "You know your room."

Harry was really moved, and for a few seconds, bubbles of joy enveloped his entire body.He let go of Tom and looked at his face with mixed surprise and joy, as if to make sure that he really said those words.

Surprised by his reaction, Tom had a thoughtful look on his face.

Harry let him go all at once, turned and walked away a few steps, staring at the delicate patterns on the tablecloth, those bubbles of joy burst quickly.

"But... no," he said, ignoring the whining voice in his heart. "That would expose you to the entire wizarding world. I won't allow it."

Harry prayed that Tom would stop insisting, because he was afraid that he would really be overwhelmed by the temptation.Merlin knew how much he wanted to leave the Dursleys, let alone live with his boyfriend!

It was only for a few seconds, but the imagination was as happy as a dream, Harry had only felt it when Sirius made the same request in his third year.That time he was happy for a whole hour, compared with this time, it turned out to be a very extravagant time.

"...Dursley didn't treat you well." Tom didn't ask any more questions, but came to a positive conclusion.

Harry didn't want to discuss this, and walked to the seat across the table, "Forget about it, I want to talk to you about something pleasant. And it's time for us to eat."

Tom watched him across the table, silently evaluating, and finally acquiesced in his proposal, ringing the bell for the waiter to come in.

The Dursleys were talking to Dave in the next room as Harry and Tom entered the rhythm of the young couple's world.They were eager to see his boss, and Uncle Vernon was sure that would get him more orders.

Dave was explaining his boss's daily routine to them when he received a text message from his immediate boss.

[Let them be ruined.You know what to do. ]

Dave twitched the corner of his mouth, no, did the boss misunderstand him...

However, he raised his eyes and glanced at the Dursleys, from Mr. Dursley's greedy little eyes, to Mrs. Dursley's submissive dry smile, and finally fell to fat into a hill and still kept stuffing cigarettes in his mouth. On the fleshy young Dursley's son, he sighed silently.

...It's okay to teach them a lesson...

People are messing around under their hands, so they have to be black-hearted.

What a dirty adult world.

He secretly sighed, then showed a friendly smile to Mr. Dursley, and briefly explained the content of the text message with empathy: "The boss is very satisfied with Mr. Potter, and decided to add a bigger order..."