The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry took a long sleep at the Burrow.Dreams of the dim light of a bar, the distant cry of a baby, footsteps on the stairs, deafening gunshots, and feathers falling from an owl shack.

In the dark sky, there is the reflection of a green skeleton, and the stars are shining faintly behind him. He rides a broom through the endless wind.

Many fragments were mixed together in the grotesque dream. Harry twitched his hands and feet uneasily, and it took him a long time to fully wake up from the drowsy dream.

He was brought to the Burrow by Dumbledore in the middle of the night. All his friends had gone to bed, and only Mrs. Weasley got up overnight to receive him.Harry was exhausted, and Mrs. Weasley graciously led him upstairs to bed without asking any questions, and Harry almost touched the pillow.

His dream was as long and vast as the experience of last night.

Harry spent a few more minutes digesting last night's upheaval, the aches and pains in his body reminding him of something, more insanity growing out of that crazy and slightly shameful fact.

He propped himself up and got up, changed his clothes, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and stopped.

After staring at it blankly for a few seconds, Harry opened it and brought up the address book.

There were only three contacts in it, and besides Ron and Hermione, the only number that actually contacted him was marked "Tom Roald".

Harry clicked it slowly, entered the edit page, deleted "Roald" word by word, the cursor stayed behind "Tom" a few times, and did not continue to delete.

Finally saved as "Tom".

He emerged from the room and was greeted by a group in the living room.

Mrs. Weasley was the first to say: "Oh Harry! My poor boy, you're awake at last! Come and have something to eat, there's beef mash and sausage with sauce reserved for you for lunch, and I'll go get you Cook the rest of the onion soup for you!"

Ron said: "Dude, you can count! Hermione and I stayed up until one o'clock in the morning yesterday, so we went to bed first."

Hermione sat with Ginny and looked at him with concern: "How did you sleep? There was another accident last night. Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore is with you."

Sirius jumped up from the stool and ran towards him: "Harry! I was going to wait for you, but the Order of the Phoenix called me to help."

Harry felt like he was being pulled by Sirius to the table, and Mrs. Weasley put the freshly warmed food in front of him, then turned and went back to the kitchen to cook onion soup.

The clock had pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, and he had slept long enough, and he could be said to be hungry right now.

"I'm fine. You're not hurt, Sirius?"

"Of course not, I almost caught a Death Eater last night!"

said Sirius briskly.

With a silent sigh of relief, Harry put a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, feeling a sore stomach.

"……That's good."

He would have also wanted to ask about the casualties of other members of the Order.

He didn't ask.

Harry buried himself in the food, wolfing down several sausages and half a bowl of mashed potatoes, and Mrs. Weasley came out again with piping hot onion soup.

Halfway through the drink, an unexpected person appeared.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, with silver hair that is smooth and beautiful like a waterfall, is Fleur Delacour, a fourth-year Triwizard Tournament player Fleur Delacour. She has graduated and speaks English with a strong French accent in ancient times. Lingge Internship.

She greeted Harry warmly, but got cold looks from Ginny and Mrs. Weasley.Apparently they weren't too happy with the girlfriends of their brother and son Bill Weasley.

Harry didn't pay attention to these, and he mustered up the courage to ask, "Isn't Mr. Weasley at home?"

Ron answered him, "The Ministry of Magic is in full swing, especially the Aurors. Dad says their office is full of yelling letters complaining about dark wizards, and they have to take turns arresting people. Can you believe it? Had two meals with him."

Mrs. Weasley muttered: "Last night Arthur was called away urgently again. I don't know when he will be back. I have to prepare some more onions. I can eat them when he comes back..." After finishing speaking, he went to the kitchen.

Suddenly Harry felt the onion soup in his mouth taste bitter.He put down his spoon and put away the cutlery.

"You're not eating?" Sirius asked.

Without looking at him, Harry lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm full."

"Put it down, Harry, Mum won't let you touch it," said Ron.

Sirius muttered, "It's better to have a house-elf..."

Harry and Ron looked subconsciously at Hermione, who hadn't forgotten her house-elf protection plan last term, interrupted by OWLs review.

Sure enough, Hermione raised her eyebrows: "They're not free labor!"

Sirius opened his mouth, looking very bewildered.But he still tried to explain: "I don't have a problem with the Weasleys... In fact, Kreacher in Black's old house is the most disgusting creature I have ever seen."

Harry stole a glance at him, and suddenly wanted to inquire about Voldemort's ranking by the way.

He shook his head, took the tableware to the kitchen to wash, and was kicked out by Mrs. Weasley without any suspense.

"Dumbledore told me that you received a lot of bad news at once last night. Sit back and relax, Harry, and relax."

Harry returned to his seat, but couldn't relax as Mrs. Weasley had said.As long as his mind is free, the bits and pieces of how he used to get along with Tom will emerge, and the doubts that he ignored in the past will come up one after another.

The sense of déjà vu he discovered from Tom more than once, the dark wizard who was dealt with completely after being in a coma, and the driver James who seemed strange during the conversation—now that he thinks about it, he was probably cast with the Imperius Curse, and at the funeral Mrs. White personally said that her husband became less bright after changing bosses.

His eyes fell on two friends unconsciously. They seemed to be worrying and arguing about the upcoming OWLs report card, but Harry couldn't feel any tension in his heart.

He no longer has the strong desire to become an Auror. When his boyfriend is the most powerful evil wizard leader in the world, it is obvious that he needs to do more complicated and difficult things.

And he didn't even know whether he should explain this to his best friend.

That was so unimaginable, so whimsical, that it seemed like a child's play.

He couldn't and didn't want to tell anyone.

But if they knew who Voldemort was...would they part ways with him?

"Harry, do you remember the option C of the question about the blue stem?" Hermione's voice brought him back to reality.Ron looked fed up: "Come on, how many people have you checked the answer with, can you just let us go for once? For Merlin's sake, today is the day!"

"That's why!" Hermione grabbed her hair anxiously, "I remember that C was a confusing option, but I just thought that maybe the bitterness it said is the characteristic of the extract..."

"I probably won't be an Auror," said Harry.

"What?" Ron didn't respond.

Hermione said awkwardly: "Don't say that, Harry...Even if you get a question wrong, it doesn't mean you won't get a good grade..."

"That's not what I meant, Hermione," said Harry quietly. "I've changed my mind. Aurors aren't the only way out. Maybe... I'd rather be a Seeker?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and Ginny said, "That's not bad, the Gryffindor Quidditch team needs you."

Then Sirius also expressed support.At this time, three owls visited, and their attention was immediately attracted by their OWLs report card.

Harry and Ron's grades are almost the same, most of them are good. Harry has an excellent subject in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but there are also poor subjects. Ron has no excellent subjects, but one less poor subject than Harry.

In general, Potions' failure to excel has ruined their Auror ambitions.

Harry wasn't too disappointed with the prior decision, but he was a little jealous when he learned that Hermione had won nine honors.He couldn't help thinking whether Voldemort had won so many awards back then?Considering that Hermione had "only" one good Defense Against the Dark Arts, maybe Tom Riddle was a good ten?

He sulked for no reason, went back to the bedroom and habitually fumbled for his phone, and only realized what he was doing after editing the text message.

Is this method of communication... still tolerated?

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he pressed the send button.

[How are you doing in your OWLs? ]

He clutched his phone, waiting intently for a reply, his heart beating faster and faster.

It seems like a century has passed.

[... More than a dozen excellent ones. ]

Voldemort replied.

Harry dropped his hands suddenly, lay down on the bed, and looked at the ceiling.

He recalled many past events, starting from the Muggle bar, to the ruined Roald House, to this mobile phone, the gunshots from Hogsmeade, James, Catherine, Dave, the new driver...

He realized a startling fact that had been overlooked.

Voldemort actually lived peacefully with Muggles for several months, and the only murder that happened around him was not his own doing - he even took him to the funeral of the victim.

From the very beginning, their crazy relationship started in a Muggle pub.

Exactly - what secrets does Voldemort have in the Muggle world?

Harry vaguely felt that that was the key to everything.It is the key to why Voldemort didn't kill him, and the key to Voldemort's ability to tolerate Muggles and play the role of Muggles.

...It is also the key to whether his childish delusion can see hope.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Harry picked it up and scanned the news, and sat up all of a sudden.

[Wait for me at Malfoy Manor tonight. ]