The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry and Sirius popped up at the Shrieking Shack, covered in rain and mud.

A bleak wind and cold rain blew in through the open door, chilling the sweaty body.

Harry shivered, ran to close the door, and came back to cast a Drying Charm on the two of them.Sirius - who seemed to have finally recovered from his trance - reacted immediately, grabbed Harry's hand, "Harry, did you use magic?"

"It doesn't matter," Harry said hastily, more concerned with what happened to the Godfather, "How did you meet Voldemort?"

Sirius seemed to care about magic, but Harry's words made him gasp: "What are you talking about? I—I'm here to see you..."

Harry didn't pay attention to his slightly guilty tone, frowned and said, "I saw you, in Voldemort's mind."

Sirius had a bewildered expression on his face, his lips twitched, trying to recall the scene before he passed out.

"I seem to... have lost my memory."

He looked at Harry, and Harry looked at him.For a moment, they looked at each other.

"... Voldemort did it," said Harry with difficulty.

One thing Sirius noticed: "Your glasses are broken."

"Oh." Harry took it off indifferently and tried to repair it with his wand, but was stopped by Sirius.

"You can't use magic during the holidays, Harry, do you want to be kicked out of Hogwarts..." Sirius tried to find his wand, but his face changed, "My wand is gone!"

He stood up immediately, and Harry stopped him: "This is not the point, Sirius! Don't you understand? You just escaped from Voldemort!"

Sirius fell silent, and Harry gave him a brief account of his experience.

"Did I yell at him that much?" Sirius was especially interested in that part of Voldemort's vision, and asked repeatedly with a strange excitement, "You see me in his eyes, so I am in front of him?" You said it to your face, right?"

Harry showed disapproval, now fully understanding what many professors and elders had said to him: "It's not something to be happy about, Sirius, it's too dangerous!"

Sirius nodded absently. "Yeah, dangerous, but exciting...I mean, he must have been pissed off, but I wasn't killed."

Harry gripped his hand tightly. "That's the only thing I'm grateful for."

"No. But it doesn't make sense," said Sirius darkly. "There's no way Voldemort would let me go. He must be up to something."

"It doesn't matter," said Harry nonchalantly, "you're alive, that's enough."

Sirius pondered: "I have to find a wand and find out what Voldemort did to me. In case he puts a tracking spell... You have to get out of here quickly, Harry, you can't stay with me, return to you relatives."

"I can't go back, Sirius," said Harry, "I've used so much magic that the Ministry of Magic will sue me soon, throw me out of Hogwarts, and take my wand, like it used to .”

This had been the future Harry feared most.But this time he suddenly felt that it was no big deal, and he even thought about it in just a minute after Sirius woke up. Since he is also wanted, then he and the godfather don't have to be forced to separate, they can die together Tianya, no longer need to pay attention to the responsibility of the savior.He can live in seclusion in the far east, or go to the wild places of North America to herd sheep, and he can invite Tom to come with him... If his boyfriend doesn't want to, he will secretly visit him every week... Anyway, there is apparation, and it's nothing like now Difference.In this way, Hermione and Ron don't have to endure the threat of life as friends of the Savior.Life suddenly became happy for everyone... except for the future of the wizarding world.

But Harry didn't have a chance to express his fantasies, because Sirius said flatly: "No, Harry. Today is a holiday, not strictly speaking a holiday, and the Ministry of Magic can't go into such details. Even if they want to make a fuss , and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​here too."

This was an unexpected surprise.Sirius patted him on the shoulder and said, "Better than that, Harry, lend me your wand."

Harry hadn't expected Sirius to Apparate as soon as he got his wand.

He stood up abruptly, stayed in the empty screaming shack for a few seconds, instantly understood where Sirius was going, and clutched his scar tightly, as if he would be able to find out about Voldemort in this way.

"Damn! Sirius!!"

With a bang, Sirius walked and returned quickly, and appeared again as if answering Harry's call.

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed angrily, with the illusion that he was the caretaker worrying about his reckless godson.

Sirius didn't feel that there was anything wrong with running back to find the wand without authorization, and when he returned the wand to him, he was thoughtful.

"Something's wrong, Harry." Sirius held up his oaken wand suspiciously. "My wand is on the ground - not far from where I lie - without any traps and no Death Eaters. Either yours The memory is wrong, or Voldemort has done something."

"But I saw—"

"But you're not mistaken," said Sirius without thinking, "so it must be Voldemort's plot."

Harry opened his mouth, feeling unreserved trust for the first time - he didn't need any excuses, no need to wonder if he was overconfident, or insane or something - Sirius just trusted him naturally.

He silently looked at the pensive Sirius, and his heart was filled with moist heat.

Perhaps the sacrifice of his parents was the regret of his life, but Sirius made it less unbearable.

The torrential rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the sky began to clear up.

Sirius dried Harry's and his own clothes and hair, got up from the ground, and insisted that Harry go back to the Dursleys immediately.

"Until we find out the curse on me, let's minimize contact." Sirius said seriously, convinced that he had been cursed by Voldemort's evil, and refused to have any physical contact with Harry.

Harry really wanted to hug his godfather who escaped death, but Sirius was determined, so he waved his hand, and Apparated away at Sirius' urging.

But Sirius migrated to the inaccessible prairie. He didn't want to involve Harry, and he didn't want to expose the Order of the Phoenix, so he had to check the magic curses on himself one by one in a place far away from human society.

In fact, Voldemort didn't cast any curses on him, but the most basic tracking spells, which were all routine operations.And he didn't intend to do anything with it at all, just to eliminate a little suspiciousness.

He returned to the shooting range and began to check on Bella's training results.This time I learned that the female coach's name was Megan Hipler, and Bella showed her a lot of respect, which was beyond Voldemort's expectations, and he remembered the name with a glance.

They chose a more spacious venue for the duel of magic bullets. In order to prevent accidental injuries, they also arranged defensive magic next to Voldemort's seat.

"Hey, is this reliable? The bullet has a high impact..." Megan poked the invisible air secretly, and asked Bella in a very worried voice, thinking that by doing so, she would be able to hide it from Voldemort.

The female Death Eater knew clearly that her master would never be able to hide this news, so she glanced at the dark wizard on the seat in fear, and said through her teeth, "Take care of yourself."

Based on her intuition developed through more than ten years of experience, the master is not in a good mood right now.

And when the Dark Lord is in a bad mood, they better talk less.

"Let's get started." Bella whispered.

Megan walked obediently to the other side of the open space, and took out a gun from the heavily armed camouflage jacket.

"Old rules, seven rounds determine the outcome."

The first gunshots erupted, and the duel began between the two Muggle and wizarding female warriors.

Now that Bella knows the characteristics of bullets, she can deal with them with ease. The combination of defensive spells and shield spells, combined with flexible movement tactics, quickly made Megan's three bullets miss.However, the female Muggle coach obviously also learned a lot about the fighting habits of wizards from the recent battles. She is not as good at dodging spells as Bella, but she is more open-minded. Dangerous curse light.Occasionally, the fish that slipped through the net also hit her heavily armed heavy-duty physical protection. According to actual tests, they are very effective against most of the attacking magic.

If it was normal, Voldemort would definitely be interested in Megan's helmet and body armor, but now he is distracted by the intense emotion from Harry, staring at the fierce battle on the surface for a moment, but in fact he has no time to pay attention. he.

The emotions from Harry's side were like the rising tide of the sea.

Shock, anger, fear, despair, madness... resentment and hatred.

It's all the strong feelings that Harry has never shown in front of Tom, and it's the determination that belongs to Voldemort's identity alone.

They are like raging waves and tsunami, and like torrential rain, it is very dizzying, even dizzy.An ordinary person would be stunned by such intense and frenzied emotions.

But in fact, it was all within Voldemort's expectations, and he deliberately caused it.

He needed to make Harry realize something.

But when they actually came, to be honest, he actually... missed them a little bit?

A sweet and delicious Harry is naturally delicious, but he does look forward to this resolute and strong savior.

More vivid and three-dimensional, fresh and exciting and challenging.

Although when you think about it further, this freshness becomes annoyingly troublesome.

The last shot was over, and Bella was grabbing Megan with paint on her robes - they used paintballs after Megan protested strongly - if they were real bullets, she would have been unable to stand .

This cannot be regarded as a complete victory, so when Bella stepped forward to report the result, she observed it nervously and cautiously.Her master leaned slightly on the chair, resting his browbones with his fingers, and was sinking into a kind of impatient annoyance.

Bella wasn't sure if her results had pissed him off, and she wove words in her mind uneasily.

"It's over?" Sensing her approach, Voldemort sat up straight, his sombre tone well concealing his absent-mindedness.

Bella nodded guiltily, "Please advise."

"..." Voldemort was silent for a second, then stood up blankly, "Forget it this time, I'll give you another month. If you don't satisfy me, don't go back to the wizarding world."

Bella quickly responded.

Voldemort left as if nothing had happened, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and stopped.

Probably when he and Little Black were fighting fiercely unilaterally, he missed a brief shock.

There is an unread message from Harry on the phone.

[It’s raining heavily, have you brought an umbrella? ]