The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry got down from the elevator in the apartment, waved his wand, called out the Knight Bus, and endured dizziness all the way to Florin's Ice Cream Shop in Diagon Alley, where Draco asked him to meet.

The speed of the knight bus was very fast, and Harry got off the bus dizzy and dizzy after a while.

In the darkness of the early morning, the shops in Diagon Alley were all closed, and there was no one on the street.

Sitting on the beach chair in front of the ice cream shop, Draco got up and walked over as soon as he saw the knight bus coming.

Before Harry could say hello, a bottle of potion was stuffed into his hand.

"To relieve the spirit, drink quickly."

…Harry tasted it uncomfortably, his mind cleared up a lot, so he drank it in one gulp.

Immediately refreshed.

"Thanks." Harry handed him the empty bottle.

Draco reluctantly complied with a bitter and vengeful expression, and grabbed his hand to start the door key.

The navel was strongly hooked, and Harry fell back into a magnificent lounge, shaking his head, thinking that the refreshing potion he drank just now was very necessary, otherwise he really couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't vomit at his feet On a luxurious carpet.

"This is the guest lounge of my house. It's outside the defense system, but you can't Apparate." Draco said with a bad face, "Take out the door key."

Harry took the drift door key in the shape of a snuffbox from his pocket. "Then I changed the coordinates of the location to here?"

Draco nodded, looking like a booger-smelling Bibi Beans.

As Harry cast the spell, he turned to get a box.After waiting for the destination of the drift door key to be re-bound, Draco opened it directly.

A slightly swaying silver fabric lay inside.

Harry froze, "This is..."

Draco secretly looked at his expression: "You don't recognize your own invisibility cloak, Potter?"

Harry ignored his provocation and touched its familiar magical texture lightly.He whispered to himself: "He gave it back to me."

Draco was extremely curious, but he didn't dare to ask, and could only hope that Harry would tell it himself.

As a result, the savior just touched it silently for a while, and then decisively put it on his body, and disappeared into the air from the neck down, leaving only his head hanging.

The corners of Draco's eyes twitched slightly, he closed the lid unwillingly, and walked towards the fireplace with that head.

There is a ready-made broomstick on the side.

"The fireplaces in Hogwarts are all internal networks, and cannot be directly accessed from the outside world. You can first go to a nearby place and ride a broom into the school."

Harry took the broom from him, and Draco made way for the fireplace entrance.

"The Floo powder is in the sculpture of the coiled snake, and it spits out from the mouth when the hand is close to it. It can be called Hogsmeade's train station."

Harry did as he was told, and finally asked, "Is this what he told you?"

Draco shuddered for the person he mentioned, and answered through gritted teeth: "Otherwise?"

Harry smiled: "Sorry. Call me Harry, we should have a good relationship."

Draco nodded stiffly, and said uncomfortably, "Hurry up, ha-Harry."

"Goodbye, Draco." Harry dropped the Floo powder, "Hogsmeade Station."

Green flames engulfed him all at once.

Draco stared at the calm fireplace for a long time without moving.

In just 10 minutes, he went from the horror of being woken up in the middle of the night by the Dark Mark, to the horror of knowing the content of the mission, and then to the hassle of contacting the savior. Only now can he relax a little to relieve his nervous nerves.

The current situation... Could it be that Bo...Harry was instigated?

Will there be another Death Eater colleague in the skin of a savior in the future?

Draco was full of doubts, and really wanted to find someone to talk to and discuss, but unfortunately the Dark Lord issued a strict password, that is, his parents were excluded.

However, if you think about it carefully, if Harry becomes his colleague... Then, is it possible to discuss with him?

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Harry rode straight into the castle on the broom.Naturally, what Draco provided was the best broomstick, and Harry felt the smoothness of the Firebolt/Arrow for a long time.

Two stone beasts in front of the entrance to the principal's office blocked him.

"Password." One of them dozed off and said.

Harry said anxiously, "I don't know, but the principal is still waiting for me inside."

"Password!" The stone beast repeated impatiently.The other grumbled and complained: "If you don't know, don't disturb people's dreams."

"Lemon ice cream!" Harry babbled. "Sizzling honey? Vanilla mashed potatoes? Creamy slugs..."

The stone beast suddenly separated, and Harry was stunned. Could this be right?

"That last one sounds so fresh, Harry, I've never tried it. You inspire me."

Dumbledore's figure appeared on the spiral staircase and blinked at him.

"It's good to see you all right."

"……gentlemen."

Harry fell off the broom in a jerk, a little awkwardly, but it had nothing to do with Cream Slug.

They went back to the principal's office.Harry couldn't wait to ask: "The Pig's Head Bar... Are there any casualties in the Order of the Phoenix?"

Dumbledore said reassuringly, "Don't worry, Harry. We can all protect ourselves well. Compared to this, it's scarier for me to come back and find you gone."

He knew that Aberforth had been captured, but Dumbledore didn't seem to want to tell him more.

...that proved wise.That's it, Harry thought silently, that's fine.

"...I left by myself," said Harry.

"I heard from the portrait." Dumbledore was not surprised.

Harry clenched the portkey tightly in his hand: "I... went to find someone. He once owed me a favor and promised to provide me with information in a critical moment. I am worried about your situation in the Pig's Head Bar, so I use He took this opportunity. He is... a member of the half-Death Eaters camp, and he found out overnight that Aberforth was captured by Voldemort and locked in the castle dungeon... and he is still alive."

Dumbledore listened quietly, his white-haired face was very calm, and his blue eyes were full of thought.

When Harry finished, he said, "Thank you, Harry. It means a lot to me to know that Aberforth is alive."

Aberforth Dumbledore, just by hearing the name, he knew that he had a close relationship with Dumbledore.Harry had never known his identity before, and only vaguely understood that the Hog's Head Bar was related to the Order of the Phoenix.

Now it seems that Dumbledore and Aberforth are probably very close.

"This is very valuable news," said Dumbledore softly. "Can you tell me who the gentleman who helped you is?"

Harry looked away and stammered, "I can't...can't tell. I promised he was risking his life to help me...sorry, sir."

Harry couldn't lift his head in shame as he said those words.

——You don't have such superb lying skills and can't control your emotions, so it is necessary to use a lying method that can adapt to your feelings.

Draco said to him on the phone.Harry bet it was definitely Voldemort's opinion.That guy sure knows a lot about lying!

——Hiding my identity from Dumbledore, telling him directly that you can't tell, will win the trust of people like him more than fabricating lies against your will.

"I can understand." Sure enough, Dumbledore said, "The living conditions of Death Eaters are far more severe than ours. The consequences of betrayal are very tragic. I'm just curious, Harry, how did you get in touch?"

Harry took a deep breath and took out his phone and portkey.

Dumbledore picked them up and studied them for a while, then put down the key to the floating door, and asked with his mobile phone, "Excuse me, an old man who doesn't understand the trend of young people, Harry, what is this?"

After a brief explanation, Harry took them back.

There were still text messages between him and Voldemort in the phone, and Harry felt terrified to see it in Dumbledore's hands.

Dumbledore was lost in thought.Harry waited for a while in a panic, and couldn't help but add an explanation with a guilty conscience: "I can't show you the contact records inside..."

"I understand." Dumbledore said calmly, with calm concern in his blue eyes, "You have worked hard enough this night, Harry, and I should have sent you back to the Burrow long ago."

He took a spoon from the desk drawer and handed it to Harry: "Portkey."

Harry stretched out his hand to hold one of the ends, and asked suddenly: "Sir, if... I mean if, I don't join the Order of the Phoenix... will you blame me?"

After speaking, he immediately asked himself and answered: "That's a matter of course, of course..."

"Harry," said Dumbledore, "I know you will fight for your integrity wherever you are. That is enough."

Blue eyes stared deeply at green ones, and Harry felt a pull from his navel.

They took off.