The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

To be honest, the degree of "ruin" is not in line with the character of the Dark Lord at all.

He completely considered the psychological endurance of his Muggle secretary, so he didn't say such things as "death without a burial", "skinned and cramped", "destroyed bones and ashes".

No matter from which point of view, the fact that the Savior was being oppressed by several Muggles made him extremely annoyed.

It's not that he's finally started to realize his conscience, but simply thinks that the level of Muggle despicableness is disgusting even when compared with his enemies, let alone Harry, who rides his destiny's opponent, sharing blood and soul on the head.

In a way, he felt humiliated.

"How do you let them bully you?" Tom asked abruptly, slicing the steak slowly, as if the poor deli meat were the heads of those Muggles, "while you're a wizard?"

You know, before he knew any spells, he was able to frighten Mrs. Cole in the orphanage with a specious flash of magic power.

"We can't use magic in the summer," said Harry, "and now they keep their distance and don't dare to bully me much."

Tom was silent for a while, trying to absorb his anger.Changing the subject: "What are your plans for the summer vacation?"

"Uh..." Harry hesitated for a moment, feeling that the next content would bring the topic back, and said after consideration, "I may not be able to go out easily, the Ministry of Magic will closely monitor the activities of the students during the holidays."

Tom looked up at him from his dinner plate for a moment, and Harry lowered his head guiltily and sliced ​​the steak vigorously. The reason for nonsense can't be discovered, can it?Tom doesn't understand the rules of the wizarding world...

"...Then call." Tom said in a dull voice.

Harry smiled slightly, "Yeah."

Muggle high-end restaurants are indeed unique. Just the complicated and lengthy dish names make people dizzy. There is only a small space for the dishes on the plate that is close to the size of the washbasin. The auxiliary sauces and fruit and vegetable leaves are arbitrarily decorated The whole dinner plate looks more or less flashy.

But their taste is really outstanding. Harry took a bite of the cream and was captured by its sweet and non-greasy taste.

"This is so delicious." He offered a treasure and pushed it to Tom on the opposite side, "Try it quickly."

His perennially poor-appetite boyfriend uninterestedly scooped up a piece and popped it into his mouth to taste.

"good."

Harry raised an eyebrow, realizing that his poor older boyfriend wasn't a fan of food.

"You're going to lose a lot of fun in life like this, Tom."

"On the contrary," Tom casually scooped up a spoonful of mushroom soup, "so that I can have more other pleasures."

"Like?" Harry asked casually.

Tom drank a spoonful of soup and said slowly, "Power."

Harry looked at him in surprise: "Although it feels conceivable... But are you an important figure in the Muggle government?"

"...I will be," said Tom boldly.

Harry chuckled, "Ambitious."

Tom narrowed his eyes. "You don't believe it?"

Harry smiled and shook his head with a rattle: "I believe it, of course I believe it. After all, you have my magical wizard boyfriend escorting you?"

There was a sense of "I'll cover you" in his words, and Tom couldn't help but feel amused, "After that, I will leave it to you to kill and set fire."

Harry obviously took it as a joke: "Of course, but you're going to Azkaban to date me from now on."

Tom finds that the Savior's whimsy sometimes really excites him.

He raised the corners of his lips and said viciously, "Good idea."

And it's not too difficult.

Harry said dissatisfiedly, "That's a wizard prison."

Tom pretended to be surprised: "Oh? It's more worth looking forward to."

Harry: "..."

Come on, he shouldn't be talking to Tom.

In the second half of the meal, both of them slowed down, talking for a long time before taking a bite of dessert.Harry didn't feel it at first, but when he saw the snacks on Tom's plate, he suddenly realized that his suspected anorexic boyfriend would have finished eating in normal times.

It turned out that he was not the only one who was reluctant.

Harry swallowed a mouthful of cream, its delicious sweetness seemed to have a hint of bitterness, and his heart was sore, why on earth did they have to be separated?He thought of Sirius again, the only godfather who really made him feel like a relative, and they had to separate.

war.They are all victims of war.

How happy he could have spent the summer without the war.But in fact, they can only have a meal with each other nervously, and they have to be vigilant at all times, and they can't stay outside for too long, so as not to attract the attention of interested people.

The parting was earlier than expected, maybe they were too slow, the secretary called directly.

"Boss, we've already talked. Mr. Dursley is going home. Can Mr. Potter go?"

Tom didn't speak, and left him alone for a while, until the poor secretary began to sweat on his brow, and then said mercifully, "Come here."

Tom hung up the phone with a bad look. The Muggle secretary needed to learn more about his temper.

Harry had a premonition, "Is it over?"

"...Hmm." Tom seemed to be thinking about something, and responded very slowly.

Harry got up and walked over, trying to pull him out of his seat.

Tom looked at him suspiciously, but didn't move.Harry smiled slyly and leaned closer to him.

"You want a farewell kiss."

There was a knock on the door, Harry pulled away reflexively, and was held down by a strong hand, Tom stood up at this moment, and deepened the kiss without scruple.

So Dave, the secretary who thought he had left enough time for the people inside to respond, opened the door and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

No, no, he had already heard about the boss's sexual orientation, but... this is too exciting... Straight to the scene...

"Uh... I'll come back later." Dave whispered, afraid of disturbing anything, he turned to close the door.

The Dursleys were standing behind him, and Dave guessed that they might have seen something, because Mr. Dursley's small eyes, originally bright | Mrs. Li was desperately using her thin body to keep her three times wide son behind her.

"No need." The boss's unpleasant voice came from the private room, "Come in."

Dave smiled lovingly at the Dursleys, turned and walked into the private room.

Harry walked over to Dave, blushing and looking mortified.Dave thought he was going to leave, but stopped at the door and looked back at his boss.

Harry had already spotted Uncle Vernon standing outside. He was really recognizable in that size. He didn't know how much the uncle's family had seen the scene just now, but he didn't care at all.

He obeyed his heart's desire, looked back at Tom deeply, this time admiring his appearance from head to toe, the suit was in stark contrast to Uncle Vernon's, every line and cut of the clothes were perfect. It is well set off by his figure, handsome and elegant.He was satisfied and sad.

Tom was standing watching him, but Harry's gaze forced him to move.

"...OK, I'll take you to the car." He said.It seems to be answering the retention in that gaze.

Harry smiled and nodded without hesitation.

The Dursleys watched them come out in horror, their eyes turning strange.The order Dave had just talked about made them afraid to make irresponsible remarks, but Dudley looked so curious that he couldn't help but look at Tom, and Aunt Petunia nervously kept blocking his view with her body.

Tom sent Harry all the way to the Dursleys' car, frowned and looked at the back seat where Dudley occupied most of the space, and instead of continuing to go there, he blocked the front passenger's door.

"You're not going to let Harry squeeze in the back seat, are you?" he said softly, his dark eyes fixed on Petunia Dursley who was coming this way after finally stuffing Dudley in.

Aunt Petunia felt a chill inexplicably, how dare she offend her husband's big client, so she could only stammered: "Oh, yes, yes...of course...Dada baby, step aside a little bit , Mom sits with you..."

Tom stared at Petunia Dursley, who was dawdling, until she sat in the back seat completely, not daring to play tricks again, and then pulled the co-pilot seat for Harry with a sneer.

Harry really wanted to kiss him.

He sat down anyway.Tom pushed down the window before closing the door.

"Call me back," he said to Harry, leaning over the window, in a voice that everyone in the car could hear. "Use the phone I just gave you."

Harry said obediently: "Okay. I will call you every day as promised."

"...Well." Tom was silent for a second strangely, because there was no agreement that gave him such a headache...

Harry looked at him, barely knowing how to express his affection.While he was secretly delighted and moved, he was disturbed by parting melancholy, and the former stimulated the latter even more.

Finally he said, "I will miss you."

"Then come out and find me." Tom took the opportunity to ask.There are two Muggle days in the summer vacation.

"As long as my uncle and aunt agree." Harry blinked.

Tom's eyes shifted to Vernon Dursley, who was farther inside. The latter had no arrogance on weekdays, and said submissively: "Oh...of course...if it's you, we...we don't worry, right, right , Penny."

"Yes... yes..." Petunia responded without confidence, "Of course you..."

"Very good." Tom didn't bother to listen to their inarticulate responses, and turned his gaze back to Harry, "You heard that."

Harry nodded obediently: "I listen to you."

Tom wanted to roll his eyes and make it sound like it was true.

Uncle Vernon drove away in the car, and Harry reluctantly kept looking back until he could no longer see Tom's figure before closing the window.

The sky suddenly began to rain heavily, knocking on the glass of the car window, and the wipers kept scraping the rainwater from the front window back and forth.

There was an eerie silence in the car, and Harry knew it was just the calm before the storm, but he didn't care, only whether Tom had an umbrella.

He took out his phone and sent a text message asking.

"Hey, kid." Uncle Vernon finally couldn't help but speak.

coming.thought Harry.

"You...Mr. Lamolle's boss—you—" He changed the words back and forth, very scrupulously not wanting to use some "abnormal" words, "What is the relationship between you?"

"I saw them stuck together!" Dudley said excitedly from the backseat.Aunt Petunia immediately let out a scream and covered his mouth tightly: "No—my Dada can't—Vernon, don't say it in front of Dada! In case baby Dada...is taken a fancy to What should I do?" The volume of the last sentence weakened, even crying with a hint of fear.

Harry almost laughed out loud, seeing Dudley?He believed that there was nothing wrong with his boyfriend's eyesight.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Aunt Petunia glared at him, but Harry couldn't see it from the front seat.

Uncle Vernon demanded, "Did you give that boss a — that abnormal — weapon? How else would he, how could he?"

"How is it impossible?" Harry was really a little angry, "I didn't use any magic on Tom, we just really love each other!"

Very well, thought Harry, this time in addition to magic, he had another trait that his uncle's family regarded as heresy-homosexuality.

Sure enough, Aunt Petunia immediately screamed harshly: "Shut up! Shut up! You lunatic! Abnormal! You have to stay in the house!"

"Don't forget, you promised Tom to let me out," Harry reminded her calmly.

Aunt Petunia was really speechless, she looked at her husband helplessly, and cried out, "Vernon..."

Uncle Vernon's face turned liver-colored, but the order given by Mr. La Moore could cover his five years of hard work, and he wanted it too much.

The car fell into silence again, only the sound of the wipers sweeping back and forth.

"Here we are," Harry said leisurely, thinking his boyfriend was really awesome.He had never faced the Dursleys with such confidence.His friends and teachers in the wizarding world had stood up for what happened to him in the past, but never had he been able to give Harry a strong reason to fight back after they left like Tom this time.

Uncle Vernon's family sat in the car in a depressed atmosphere, but Harry ignored them and opened the door to get out of the car.

The only thing that bothered him was that Tom still hadn't replied.

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After saying goodbye to Harry, the warmth in Tom's eyes quickly faded away.Dave followed beside him, obviously aware of the sudden change in the boss's aura, and he instinctively felt his scalp tingle.

The next trip was a shooting gallery in the suburbs. Dave contacted the driver and took the boss to the parking lot.

Tom was thinking about how to let the Muggle secretary know his true self. James' death made him give up the means of the Unforgiveness Curse. Muggles are too fragile, and it is difficult to continue to work flexibly after being under the Unforgiveness Curse.Think about it, the Imperius Curse hurts the brain, the Cruciatus Curse hurts the body, not to mention the Killing Curse, and he doesn't want to destroy a capable secretary casually, and finding a new one is very troublesome.

Suddenly a flash of light flashed in the sky, and rumbling thunder accompanied the shower.

Tom skillfully propped up the invisible magic umbrella, and Dave in front also took out a folding umbrella from his clothes like magic, and it was only a few seconds behind to prop it on his head.

"Having an umbrella at all times is the basic quality of a good secretary." Seeing the unexpected expression of the boss, Dave explained reservedly, pretending that he was not half-drenched in the rain.

Tom seemed to see a folding umbrella for the first time. After looking at it for a while, he said abruptly, "This month's salary will be cut in half."

Dave: "...?"

"I don't like being interrupted on a personal matter—"

Tom suddenly stopped talking, and fixed his eyes on an off-road vehicle parked behind Dave.

In the dark crevice under the car, a group of black shadows lurked in it at some unknown time, revealing two big eyes that shimmered.