The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After a brief reunion, Harry was about to return to his boudoir life, but this date had given him sufficient spiritual nourishment, enabling him to calmly face the rest of the summer vacation.

This is not good news for Voldemort.

When you have an idle teenage lover, you never know when your nefarious career might be interrupted by an uninspiring text message.

[Are you okay? ]

Again.

Voldemort felt that he might need to get rid of the conditioned reflex to the vibration of the mobile phone message.

The Death Eater who was waiting to be ordered couldn't help but glance up because of his sudden stop in speaking.

Voldemort caught the Death Eater's curiosity with his eyes ahead of time, and Paris had to honestly look away before seeing anything clearly.

Voldemort then tapped the reply three times, five times and two times.

[Alive. ]

Putting down his phone, he turned his gaze back to the newspapers in front of him.

From the Daily Prophet to the latest issue of The Quibbler, everything that was in circulation, or that Harry and his friends could buy.

Palis's recent intelligence work is very good. Not only did he successfully investigate the blood relationship between the owner of the Pig's Head Bar and Dumbledore, but he also boldly speculated that the owner of the bar had witnessed the prophecy of Trelawney's fate.

It has been confirmed from countless observation experiments that Aberforth pays special attention to every mysterious event that happens in the bar.There's no reason Trelawney's meeting with Dumbledore would have been missed.

Snape once said he was kicked out at a critical moment.According to Palis' judgment, it was the work of the bar owner Aberforth.

Coupled with the relationship with Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth definitely heard the complete prophecy.

If it had been a few months ago, Voldemort would have stormed into the Hog's Head Bar for questioning.

But through a series of events, he now has good reason to suspect that that prophecy was misleading.

First and foremost is Muggle Day after the Resurrection.After Horcrux transformation, the time to be out of magic has been greatly reduced, but there is still at least an hour or two per month when you turn into a complete Muggle.

This problem can only be solved by touching Harry.

Moreover, if the contact is longer, the Muggle time will be shortened accordingly.

There are indications that, instead of being his opponent, Harry can help him protect his Achilles' heel.

Besides, he did think - unaccountably - that he had developed an unearthly - fondness for Harry.

Presumably similar to the feeling for Nagini and Slytherin relics.Maybe different, but too subtle a detail to distinguish them strongly.

This made his trust in prophecy much worse than before.

Of course, its full content still needs to be confirmed, but the urgency has dropped several notches.

Palis' credit goes beyond that.

The thief he stumbles upon during the course of his investigation - Mundungus - is a sneaky and despised member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Using him, Palis successfully broke into the intelligence system of the Order of the Phoenix and spread a lot of false and useless information to confuse the public.

Because of these feats, he has risen to become one of the most sought-after Death Eaters today.

Voldemort pointed to the newspaper on the table: "Choose one you like."

Palis glanced up and pondered, "Magic Daily, master."

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly pulled out a copy of the Magic Daily, "Tell me the reason?"

"The "Daily Prophet" is the most prestigious, but its internal forces are intricate and difficult to control due to the constraints of wizards from the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot. However, it is also time-sensitive enough to streamline the internal staff of the newspaper and facilitate communication.”

Palis explained simply.

If I'm not mistaken, the Dark Lord is going to attack the press.

Voldemort heard the reason and knew that the Death Eaters had figured it out.

"The recent wind direction is very sensitive." He tapped the tabletop with the tip of his stick, and a photo floated out, "Sell this to Magic Daily, they will like it."

Palis caught it, and it was an unrecognizable witch, with wounds and naked flesh all over her face, her hair had all fallen off, lying in the muddy grass, with no clothes on her body, and blood stains all over her body.

At the end of the activity photo, a black crow even came in and gnawed at her eye socket.

"This is really..." Palis couldn't help whispering, "Disgusting."

"Emeline Vance," said Voldemort dryly, "by the nearest 'witch ball'."

"Witchball" is the nickname given to the little wizard in the cover photo by The Quibbler, and Mr. Lovegood is apparently unaware of his cover star's origins.

"He's a fugitive from Azkaban," said Voldemort. "You know what that can bring to a newspaper. Make good use of it."

Palis immediately understood what he meant.The outrage over the Witchball will be completely reversed by Vance's photo, and Magic Daily, which first published it, will definitely see a huge boost in sales.If he handles it properly, he has every chance to break into the inside of the newspaper.

"I see, Master."

Palis led the way.

Voldemort sat in the study for a while longer.He seldom wastes time pointlessly, since the Dark Lord's business is a year-round business, juggling an obsessive Muggle side hustle, and dealing with irritating and amusing teenage lovers.

But there was a thick cloud in his mind all the time, and he knew that something uncontrollable was getting closer.

He turned on his phone, and Harry's reply had arrived long ago.

[Keep on]

He laughed from the bottom of his heart, and continued to keep—alive?

But it was the first time he knew that this thing could make a heart-shaped pattern, and it seemed that Harry was really bored to the point of growing hair.

Very different from him.

The brief moment of lightheartedness is fleeting.

He put away his phone, walked out of the room, and walked slowly downstairs, twirling his wand between his fingers.

The thoughts that had flashed into my mind during the rainstorm were postponed due to the approach of Muggle Day.

But now, there is no reason to stop him.

He walked out of the castle's fortifications, stood amidst the bright sunshine and the fragrance of birds and flowers, and disappeared into a black mist.

#

An old man with white beard and hair was standing among the ruins where no one had visited for a long time.

In spite of his gray hair and wrinkled cheeks, he was still hale and rosy, and he looked far less aged than his hair would suggest.

There was a burst of gravel and sawdust in the ruins, and the magic flashes lit up from time to time. The old man let out a soft exclamation, and then he chanted more cautiously.

A group of birds passed by the dead branches and dead trees nearby, and uncontrollably smashed into the sharp branches like a magnet absorbing sound, and died one after another.

Blood trickled down the withered branches and dripped to the ground.

The old man in the middle of the ruins has stopped moving, his surroundings are full of scorched carbides, some of which are still emitting green smoke, sparks that light up from time to time look at him like ghost eyes.

But the old man only stared at a ring in his hand.

There was only a slight sound of collapse in the ruins.

There was unprecedented weakness in Dumbledore's blue eyes, and his fingers trembled slightly as they approached the ring.

But he didn't stop, and slowly put it on his finger.

In an instant, he was almost torn apart.

The figure in the ruins staggered, as if instantly changing from a powerful elder to an old man.

The glasses seemed to be fogged up, but that couldn't stop him from looking ahead, his lips squirmed slightly, and he stretched out his hand, staggering to get closer to the invisible ghost.

"Ali... Anna..."

The sparks in the ashes flickered, like pairs of tiny eyes.

The rising green smoke gradually returned to the usual grayish white, scattered far and near the ruins, and the old man walking among them seemed to be walking to the other side of the world.

Suddenly another bird fell to the tree, and the dead old branches were full of bird corpses. It was lucky enough to bump into the corpse of its companion, struggled to flap its wings, and escaped from the ruins of death.

A black mist covered it, and it turned into a human form in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort appeared next to the dead tree.

The protection magic of the ring is different from other Horcruxes.Hidden in the ruins, it's small and light, more of a camouflage for the humble expulsion magic and near-death curse.

Voldemort wanted to release the protection on the outside and approach slowly, but he didn't expect that a gap in the magic had been torn out-someone broke in!

Fury swept through the nerves in an instant, and the yew wand threw out a black magic without thinking.

The dead tree swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its sharp branches stretched and bent, passing through the corpses of birds and beasts, stretching out like sharp claws dripping with blood, grabbing at the center of the ruins.

The moment the magic was cast, Dumbledore's detection spell was triggered.Of course, he wouldn't enter the ruins unprepared to break the magic defense. If it weren't for Voldemort's unique mist migration, the detection magic would have given warning the moment someone appeared.

But it was not too late, because Dumbledore had already reached the edge of the ruins.

The giant claws of the dead tree dug three trenches in the ground, smoke and ash were flying, and the sound of apparition explosions appeared in the center of the ruins.

Dumbledore cheered up from the soul-stirring grief, his pupils suddenly constricted when he glanced at the familiar figure of his deadly enemy.

"Dumbledore!!" Voldemort's furious voice burst out of the smoke.

Obviously neither of them expected to run into each other at this very moment.

There are such coincidences in the world.When they all thought that their trip was extremely secret and no one else would know about it, it happened that fate in the dark wanted to arrange a good show.

Unfortunately, one of them is unable to play the leading role at this time.

Dumbledore waved away the detection spell that came with the wind, stepped out of the range of the anti-illusion spell, and withdrew with a bang.

Voldemort's black mist appeared a step behind where the old man disappeared.

In the entire ruins, only the Dark Lord was left.

Damn it - Dumbledore -

One minute later, the black magic unleashed by the yew wand completely destroyed the ruins.

The culprit left without a trace.

The second Horcrux.

In anger, Voldemort went straight to the small island by the sea, and the Slytherin locket was stored in a special cave.

The defensive magic was still intact, which dampened his anger a bit.

But soon they reach their peak hundreds and thousands of times.

Because the locket was switched.

The exquisite fake locket was thrown back into the basin, and the note inside clearly stated the name of the thief.

RAB - from Voldemort's memory, it's not difficult to restore its full name - Regulus Arcturus Black.

Voldemort returned to the castle in a rage, and went to the study to find a wizard's genealogy book to confirm Regulus Black's middle name.

well.

unambiguous evidence.

Voldemort closed the book, his anger burning quietly, no longer devouring reason.Little Black is different from Dumbledore in that he doesn't have the ability to destroy Horcruxes.

He died 15 years ago, and if anyone in the Order knew of his good deeds, Dumbledore couldn't have started investigating his Horcruxes until now.

So the locket is still safe, somewhere in this world.But the family ring...

With the diary destroyed before, he didn't doubt Dumbledore's ability to destroy the ring.

This certainty made him even more angry.

Instead of getting back the chips, he accidentally discovered that he had lost two yuan.

He wants to torture people very, very much right now.

He summoned Greyback.

#

Harry learned the good news of Dumbledore's return to Hogwarts from Sirius, and was so happy that he couldn't sleep all night.

"You know, some time ago, the photo of the witch ball made everyone doubt the return of the Death Eaters. Dumbledore had some people's support at that time. However, the "Daily Prophet" alluded to his involvement in the Knockturn Alley incident, no Some people who are not clear-headed still think that he is the murderer who killed the ball." Sirius said contemptuously, "However, "Magic Daily" published a more terrifying photo later, and reported the photo with an accompanying article The homicide on the Internet was done by the 'Witch Corpse Ball' - the method is really disgusting, the photo has been blurred and you can feel the tragedy of Vance - he deserves it! Now the group of people who listen to the wind is rain feel that The nature of the Knockturn Alley incident is not that bad, and even the Death Eaters have begun to support it! Not to mention Dumbledore, who is already very prestigious."

Harry found that he didn't care about the previous sentence at all. As long as Headmaster Dumbledore could come back, he felt that the future was full of expectations again.

Sirius vowed: "Dumbledore's return is actually a matter of time. This reversal is just a push. On the contrary, I think Vance's photo has brought back the image of the Death Eater so much, which is even more disgusting. people."

Harry didn't think so.A hundred Death Eaters are not worth one Dumbledore.

Lying on the bed, he felt that the bleak darkness had finally been lit with a little light from the fire.

Maybe he no longer expected Dumbledore's trust, but the presence of the old Headmaster still gave him great peace of mind.

Anyway, with Dumbledore around, at least the next time Sirius or Tom was in danger, he could find the most reliable person to turn to.

Maybe God wants him not to sleep peacefully tonight.Just as he was tossing and turning, barely conscious, an impatient owl bumped into his window.

The wings kept beating against the glass, and Harry got up sleepily, very irritable.

When a person can't sleep, it is often even less desirable to be woken up.

He put the owl in with squinting eyes, rewarded it with snacks from the drawer, and unfolded the letter while putting on his glasses.

Dear Harry:

If it is convenient for you, I will pick you up at 4 Privet Drive at eleven o'clock this Friday night to take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of your summer holidays.

Also, there are a few very important things that I hope we can take a moment to come to my office and talk about before we go to the Burrow.

Please bring back this owl in return.See you on Friday.

your most faithful

Albus Dumbledore