The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry clutched the note, feeling unreal.

Not long ago he was still worried that Dumbledore would not be able to return to Hogwarts. Even after learning from Sirius that he was coming back, Harry was just happy for his college life and sense of security next semester.

He already understood the headmaster's attitude towards him, with the scarred connection in it, that he would never be able to get into the affairs of the Order of the Phoenix.

But now he no longer cares about these things. He has his own goals and people to protect. He has completed several small battles alone, and will do his best for more dangerous battles.

Past experience told him that his efforts were not in vain. He saved Tom, saved Sirius, and found more convenient tools to keep in touch with friends-although they still don't quite understand the benefits of mobile phones, Harry believes that it is Sooner or later - maybe a little bit, but everything is getting better.

Crowell's deeds made him faintly aware that even if he didn't join the Order of the Phoenix and couldn't fight with his companions, he could still play his role.

He accepted the future of fighting alone, but Dumbledore suddenly wrote this letter.

He sounded like they were still close friends.

Harry couldn't say he wasn't upset, on the contrary, he turned it over and over several times with excitement, and kept pulling it out until Friday night to make sure he hadn't got the time wrong.

He was more interested in the important matters Dumbledore had to discuss with him than in the rest of the summer at the Burrow.That seemed to imply that Dumbledore was finally willing to reveal something important to him, that he might even be invited to join the Order of the Phoenix—

No, this is overkill.He believed that Dumbledore thought his scar was still hidden.

While convincing himself, he couldn't help looking forward to it.

But in fact, he didn't feel ecstatic. He no longer expected Dumbledore's strong protection. It was not a matter of course, nor was it Dumbledore's responsibility or obligation.If he offered it, Harry would of course be grateful, but if he had his own judgment, Harry would accept it calmly, respecting him as always.

In the last moment of waiting, Harry was very calm.

He packed his bags, feeling that in any case, the mere fact that Dumbledore was coming to fetch him was an unprecedented surprise.

At eleven o'clock, Dumbledore arrived on time.

Uncle Vernon's family seemed intimidated by him, and Harry realized that this was not the first time they had met.

Dumbledore had no scruples to accuse them of their treatment of Harry. Uncle Vernon was shocked and angry, but it seemed that fear was the most, and he could hardly make a strong rebuttal.

In fact, Harry felt that their changes during this time had made his life bearable, but after Dumbledore took him away, he still whispered: "Thank you, sir."

Dumbledore looked down at him, and said softly, "Don't thank me, Harry, I just did what should have been done long ago and never did. Get ready, we're going."

He squeezed Harry's hand and activated the Portkey.

They appeared in the warm principal's office, where the fire was burning brightly on the fireplace and the portraits of past principals on the wall were drowsy.

Harry and Dumbledore sat on opposite sides of the desk.

"How is your scar, Harry?" Dumbledore asked with concern, "Have you had any dreams recently?"

"No," said Harry.Eyes fixed on his knees.

Although Dumbledore's attitude was beyond reproach, the question that was being asked somewhat annoyed Harry.

It was the first time Dumbledore had been with him personally after hiding out for an entire school year.

Come up to question him.

Harry didn't want to talk.

The atmosphere began to become dull.

Dumbledore said, "Harry, I think I owe you an explanation."

Harry quickly regretted it - this was so naive, what the hell was he playing with?

"Sir," he said, trying to redeem his bad attitude.

But Dumbledore shook his head: "I did do one thing wrong, Harry, and I have to apologize to you, although it doesn't make up for my mistake."

Harry's expression was disapproving.

"It's not just about avoiding you last year." Dumbledore seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and said quickly, "When I put you at the door of your aunt's house, I didn't know what they would do When it comes to you, I think only of protecting your life from Voldemort, who will return at some point."

He explained to Harry for the first time why the Savior had to grow up with Muggle relatives who didn't want to see him.

"There's no reason to deny that I do foresee that you'll have a hard time there, but that's your only guarantee of survival."

He paused, his blue eyes looking at Harry through the half-moon eyes.

"After you entered school, your performance has far exceeded my expectations every year. You are still so young, you have experienced several head-to-head confrontations with Voldemort, and you have won."

Harry blushed a little. He felt that there was too much luck involved in those, and Voldemort was in such a bad state that it was not a fair confrontation at all.

"Never underestimate yourself, Harry." Dumbledore read his expression. "You are Voldemort's hand-picked enemy. I should have told you this from the beginning. I didn't say it in the first year because you were too Small; second grade didn't say it because a year is too small to grow; third grade, I ran out of excuses, but I think you should have a little fun; fourth grade, I know it's time to tell you, but you just Near death, I can't push you into another desperate situation; in fifth year, you were watched by Voldemort's scar connection... until now."

Dumbledore's pause was abrupt, but when Harry looked over he saw that he looked normal.

"I should have done this long ago—to tell you the truth," said Dumbledore. "I have made a serious mistake by delaying so far, forcing you to accept these cruel truths at once, and the only thing I can do The defense is because of a soft heart: I care too much about your feelings. I should pay attention to whether the spread of darkness will kill more innocent people, but I want to make you suffer less. If I can take care of it, I won’t destroy you The happiness of your life... Maybe you don't know, in my opinion, you have too much burden on you, and this matter is the most deadly, I am always worried, I know that I should tell you as soon as possible, and I want you to be free from worries I have to live longer. I never thought that I would hold a person in the palm of my hand like this."

The portraits in the headmaster's office were all awake, many pairs of eyes staring unblinkingly at Harry, along with those sky blue eyes.

Harry could barely look at them.He didn't understand where this sudden confession came from, so he could only say dully: "Sir..."

"Let's explain the original truth first. The reason why Voldemort wanted to kill you, the baby, was because of a prophecy."

Without waiting for him to finish, Dumbledore stood up from behind the desk and walked towards a black box.Fox on the phoenix perch next to him was startled and moved.

It is now only the size of a palm, with only a thin layer of down on its body, as if it has just experienced Nirvana.

But Harry discovered something even more startling.

"Your—sir—your hand—?"

"Ah, it was an accident."

Dumbledore said nonchalantly, the fingertips of one of his hands showing a horrible burnt black.Harry felt his scalp go numb looking at it: "Can't it be cured——"

"We had a chance to discuss this, Harry." Dumbledore took out the Pensieve from the black box and put it on the desk. "Don't worry, trust me, it's definitely worth the money."

"Okay..." Harry said, trailing off with a lingering sense of foreboding.

Dumbledore took out his wand with his uninjured hand, and Harry noticed that there was a crude gold ring on it, which was obviously nothing compared to the charred hand.

Dumbledore pulled out a few strands of silver thread from his mind, put them into the Pensieve, and slowly stirred them clockwise.

A villainous figure of Trelawney rose from within.

"The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approached... born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... born at the end of the seventh month..."

"That's the truth, Harry," said Dumbledore.

I don't know how long it took, Harry learned in detail from Dumbledore how he became Voldemort's old enemy, and fell into a long trance.

Silence spread in the headmaster's office, the men and women in the portraits were starting to feel sleepy again, and Harry was still immersed in his destiny from birth.

He used to feel that his title of savior was in vain, but it turned out that it was all arranged fate, since the moment Voldemort chose him instead of Neville, he was destined to be the enemy of that man's fate.

Can't escape, can't refuse, only face.

He knows how far behind Voldemort's strength is, and the future is full of thorns and darkness. How long can his luck last?Besides, he couldn't find a reason for himself to defeat that person.

He finally understood what Dumbledore meant by cruelty.In the past year, he was concealed and avoided, so he carried out small struggles unconsciously, and even felt complacent because he saved a few people by chance, and felt that he had also made progress and had a direction.

But now that he knows this fate, death seems to hang over his head at any time, and powerful and evil enemies are watching him in front of him.Compared with them, his efforts seem so insignificant, his hopes, love, affection and friendship are in jeopardy.

He felt a cool and heavy pressure, and it suddenly became difficult to sit up straight and support his neck. The fireplace in the principal's office seemed to be very far away, and the temperature of the flame was pulling away.

The room was silent, and the slight snoring of portraits sounded.

Harry recovered from his fugue, somewhat surprised he was still sitting in the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore put the new memory into the Pensieve again and was slowly stirring it.

"There's one more thing I don't understand." Harry looked at the wall clock. It was almost midnight, but he didn't care. "Why don't you worry about the connection of the scar now, sir?"

"From the most unfortunate point of view, I may have no choice, Harry." Dumbledore said in a tone of talking about the weather. "Not long ago, I ran into Voldemort by chance."

Harry gasped, unable to believe that he had described his horrific encounter with Voldemort as merely a "coincidence".

"This is a very valuable coincidence. I have confirmed two things." Dumbledore continued, "One is that Voldemort did make Horcruxes; the other is that he knew that I knew. Although these two Everything sounds unlucky, but optimistically speaking, I no longer have to worry about being discovered by him and have to hide you."

"Soul-Horcrux?" Harry was confused, "Sorry, what's that?"

"A black magic product that holds the soul." Dumbledore explained, "Do you still remember the diary you encountered in the second grade? It was a Horcrux. Only very few wizards know this kind of profound black magic products that can make people immortal."

Harry's mouth fell open, "But - he - he said he was just a memory -" He stopped, realizing how ridiculous it was to believe Voldemort's words.

Dumbledore said, "Yeah, of course he wouldn't say he was a Horcrux. That was his most important secret, a matter of life and death, and not even the most loyal Death Eater would know. So when he saw me You can imagine the shock and outrage at the scene of destroying the Horcruxes. Now, let me ask the original question again, how is your scar doing?"

Harry opened his mouth, and only then did he understand Dumbledore's intentions, but he didn't know whether he should say about Sirius, they agreed to keep the Order of the Phoenix secret temporarily, so as not to arouse more suspicion.

"It... doesn't hurt so much anymore," said Harry, praying that Dumbledore would stop asking.

"This is the angle of luck." Dumbledore looked at him and said, his blue eyes seemed to be able to pierce his heart, "During this time, you seem to have your own little secret. Anyone in the agency disclosed."

Harry felt embarrassed, "I..."

"It's okay, Harry, I think it's fine." Dumbledore said, "People always have secrets they don't want to tell. I always expect you to grow up like an ordinary teenager, including having your own privacy. Although this is Off-topic, but I still want to say, you can have such a loyal friend and I feel comforted, maybe the only regret is the lack of a lover?"

Harry was too embarrassed to know what to say.

Fortunately, Dumbledore quickly revealed it, "Back to the point, from a lucky point of view, I regard the long silence connected to the scar as a trade-off: Voldemort seems to have temporarily given up on using it and devoted his time to messing up On other grounds in the wizarding world."

Harry quickly realized: "Azkaban, Hogsmeade, Knockturn Alley."

"That's right." Dumbledore said, "Even the anger that the Horcrux was destroyed has not been passed on to you. We have reason to believe that he has tightly blocked this connection. Unless you actively pass it on, this kind of blockade is two-way of."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "So, does that mean I don't have to worry about my scar anymore?"

"I really want to say yes." Dumbledore said heavily, "but I'm afraid I can't. This is my incompetence. I don't know why he did it now. It can only be said that it is a kind of luck that will end at any time."

"Oh..." Harry said bitterly, "It's no big deal, I've been living by luck until now."

"Not really. At least not all of them," said Dumbledore. "You have a very precious quality, Harry, one of a kind. Perhaps you don't realize how rare that is. But luck is not all you have."

There was another silence in the office.

Harry has always felt that Dumbledore's statement is actually because he doesn't understand him at all. There is really nothing special about him. Hermione is much better than him. Even Ron became a prefect and leader last year. Ditch team player, and he has nothing.

"It's getting late, Harry, we should have finished, but..." Dumbledore finally hooked his wand in the Pensieve, "I have to ask you, hold on a little longer, and look at a memory one last time."

This time they entered the Pensieve together.

A memory of a Ministry of Magic employee who went on a mission to a wizarding family in Little Hangleton, but was kicked out by Marvolo Gaunt.

Harry was initially shocked by the fact that the Gaunt family all spoke Parseltongue, until the memory was about to end when he saw Tom Roald riding a horse.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the Muggle man called "Tom" by his companions in disbelief. The shock he had experienced throughout the night could not be compared to this moment.

The man rode a horse, was young and handsome, and looked almost exactly like his lover.

"Who is he -?" Harry stammered.

Dumbledore said, "Familiar? I think maybe. You met his son in the second year. He was also called Tom Riddle."

"That—" Harry felt his heart being clenched by invisible hands, "that's—"

"Voldemort's real father," said Dumbledore quietly. "Yes, they looked almost the same when they were young."