The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Bella found her master stopped at the door.

The female coach Megan pointed to the torrential rain outside, and desperately gestured towards her in the shape of an umbrella.

Bella pouted disapprovingly and ignored her.

ignorance!

Not to mention ordinary heavy rain, even blizzard and hail, the owner has a hundred ways to not be disturbed.

Compared to this, it is better to think about how to keep Megan's head that has not erased the memory of the last time.

Although she hasn't made any mistakes yet, and the master doesn't seem to care too much, but after all, she violated the order for selfishness, and Bella is always ready to accept punishment.

Megan didn't expect that the superwoman Bella usually has a pungent nostril, but she is terribly stupid at the critical moment. A great opportunity to please the male god is in front of her eyes. She is stunned by a sudden mental retardation. Stand still.

No way, who told her that Megan Hipler is a warm-hearted and lovely angel. Taking advantage of the time pause while Bella and her boss were staring at the rain, she quickly ran to the front desk to borrow an old-fashioned big umbrella, and tiptoedly stuffed it to Bella.

Bella held the umbrella in resistance, and pushed it back into Megan's hand in disgust. Megan competed with her, and pushed it back with her eyes wide open.

Umbrellas are a bit tired, but better than nothing!Come on!

Bella's violent temper also came up, her hands were vigorous, and the words "you know what a fart" were written in her eyes.

The poor old-fashioned long-handled umbrella creaked in the hands of the two female warriors.

Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore and turned around, giving Bella a cold look.

Is it true that he doesn't know anything about what's going on behind him?

Bella immediately let go, lowered her head and looked down, not daring to make mistakes.

She never expected that someone would be more fearless than her, the chief female Death Eater under the Dark Lord's throne.

"Bella is worried that you don't have an umbrella." Megan handed the umbrella to the Dark Lord graciously, "Take it."

Bella raised her head in shock, feeling that this damn Muggle would die in front of the hall in a matter of minutes.But Voldemort just looked down at the long-handled umbrella in her hand, and whispered inexplicably: "It's been a while."

"Uh, it's a bit old..." Megan shrank her hands in embarrassment, and sneaked a guilty glance at Bella, "She, she lent me a lot of money, and she's been more frugal recently."

After speaking, she immediately felt that this was a perfect excuse.It not only embodies Bella's kindness and helpfulness, but also shows the quality of not being vain.Such a good girl, even if the boss didn't see her right, he would still consider raising her salary.

The cold sweat was about to fall off Bella's forehead, this stupid ignorant Muggle girl...

Voldemort smiled sarcastically, and glanced at the stiff female Death Eater, "She called you Bella?"

Bella shuddered and said eagerly: "No, please listen to my explanation..."

"No need." Voldemort took the long umbrella from the bewildered Megan. "I only care about whether you have completed the task. Rewards or punishments are all up to you, understand?"

Bella didn't dare to argue: "...Understood."

Voldemort held up his umbrella and walked into the deep rain.

After recalling the last sentence, Bella took a deep look at Megan.

"You are so stupid." Megan said to her unconsciously.

Bella laughed angrily, "You have no right to say that about me."

"Your plans for your boss are too obvious, and you don't know how to grasp the critical moment. If you continue like this, you will be doomed to be alone forever." Megan flicked her ponytail, showing a smug smile, "Do you want me to give pointers?"

"You didn't even know that your life was hanging by a thread just now..." Bella turned her head and walked back, muttering in a low voice, "Master has already noticed that what I did last time was not clean... next month." She suddenly Pause, stare at Megan, "If I fail again, you will die."

Megan was stunned, took a few seconds to digest this sentence, and then smiled: "Then you have to work hard."

Bella gave her a strange look, "That's my business." She continued to walk back.

They returned to the place where they were fighting just now, and Bella came to the gun display case, planning to pick a handy one. Although she had to learn about it, she had always resisted learning how to use these Muggle products.

Megan was delighted with the changes she was willing to learn, and enthusiastically introduced her favorite models.

"However, since you're a beginner, start with this most basic model."

Bella was very unwilling to be looked down upon, "I want to use what the boss learned before."

Megan clicked her tongue and said, "Instead of being an idiot in private, why not be brave just now?"

Bella glared at her, but Megan said earnestly: "Chasing people is a skill that tests observation skills. A year's pursuit of concern is not as good as a night's just right long talk."

"..." Bella took the most basic model and silently checked the insurance.

Megan helped her find the bullet, and chatted casually: "I believe your boss knows your mind, what do you think?"

Bella just gave her a quick look.

"You've revealed your heart too much. It's time to stop. The key to the charm of a mature woman is independence and mystery."

"Heh." Bella chuckled sarcastically, loaded the bullets into the gun chamber one by one, and responded to her topic for the first time, "Do you think I know little about these theories? If it works for him, It’s time for us to marry even our children.”

Megan raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "You know? Then you didn't even know how to pass an umbrella just now?"

"...Just now, I didn't quite understand..." Bella held a bullet, her face showing a puzzled look, "We don't have the habit of opening umbrellas, we have some ways to cover the rain...not to mention the apparition , without even stepping into the rain."

Megan heard her talking to herself, and said relaxedly: "Then you can call him and ask."

Bella: "...what phone?"

Megan opened her eyes wide: "You...don't you? You don't even have someone's phone number for a long time?!"

"Muggle products?" Bella showed a disdainful expression, "We don't use that kind of thing."

"Heh." Megan chuckled imitatively, leaned into her ear and said mysteriously, "Liar."

"I saw it, his cell phone." Megan blocked Bella's retort with one sentence, "The latest star model 'Snow Eagle', with a silver flip cover, I was going to give my parents a gift."

The confident look made Bella shake, "You mean, the piece of silver iron he took out from his pocket...?"

Megan almost choked, "Yes... that's the one."

"It's impossible..." Bella's expression was like a dream, she completely forgot about the half-loaded gun in her hand, "How is it possible?... He hates Muggles... Weapons are understandable, and mobile phones are not lethal ..."

The Muggle Megan rolled her eyes, thinking that this superwoman is really outdated, no wonder she can only work for a superman... Sigh, even if you have superpowers, you can't ignore the progress of the times.

She took the gun from Bella, helped to reload it skillfully, and returned it to her.

"I think you'd better go to someone's phone first and then think about it. Practice your guns and practice your guns."

#

Harry returned to the Dursleys' house. Everything was the same as when he left. No one in the Dursleys noticed his departure or return. The bedroom door was locked tightly, for fear that the movement in the room would rush into the living room.

He was still worried about Sirius, but he promised the other party not to take the initiative to contact him, so he could only endure it.

Perhaps it was the danger that someone close to him had just experienced reminded him that Harry was unreasonably worried about Tom's safety, and he didn't receive a reply to that text message for a long time, so it must be some problem...

Harry rummaged through his pocket to find his phone. His clothes were already covered in mud and dust, and the Drying Charm couldn't remove the stains, so he had to wash them himself later.

Fortunately, Harry's excessive worry only lasted until he lifted the phone cover, and Tom had sent a reply.

[The rain has stopped. ]

Harry turned his head and looked out of the window. At some point, the clear sky had been filled with sunset glow, the bright colors of purple and red were both brilliant and tragic, and the setting sun was fading in the distance.

The night is coming.