The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

While Harry was asleep, Voldemort was still fighting on the front line of the evil cause.

He left the Muggle apartment and went straight to the dungeons of Tinta Castle.Palis interrogated for several hours conscientiously, and Aberforth was exhausted physically and mentally. He leaned on the wooden frame and relied on the chains to keep him from falling to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Voldemort asked.

"Arianna Dumbledore did not seem to have died by accident."

Palis replied respectfully.

"He was very cunning. He used the loophole of Veritaserum to talk about him, trying to draw my attention away. It took me a lot of effort to catch this key, and deduced that Ariana's death should be related to Albus Deng. Bullido. Strangely enough, I pressed Aberforth repeatedly, but no matter what I asked him, he couldn't tell the truth."

The listless Aberforth turned his head slightly and let out a disdainful breath.

"It shows that I'm telling the truth."

Paris glanced at him slightly, and said to Voldemort objectively: "In terms of the effect of Veritaserum, he is telling the truth to some extent."

Voldemort looked at Aberforth noncommittally, his old face was obscured by a goatee and matted gray hair, and the thick hair was roughly wet and peeled away by silent magic.Aberforth grunted in displeasure. "Don't touch my hair!"

"Be quiet," said Voldemort displeased, "or shave off."

Aberforth glared at him angrily, his lips parted, but he remained silent.

"Very well, it seems we have reached a consensus," said Voldemort. "Are you sure he is still under the effects of Veritaserum?"

"Yes, master. A bottle of our special veritaserum can guarantee the effect for three days and three nights. I just took his blood sample for testing, and it is indeed still under effect."

Palis stepped forward again, and rolled up Aberforth's eyelids to observe.

"His drug resistance is very high, and his coping skills are also very proficient. It is estimated that he has done a lot of anti-truth agent training. It is conservatively estimated that the effect of the drug will take a day."

Voldemort nodded slightly, raised his wand, and an invisible force fixed Aberforth's head, forcing him to look directly into those blood-red eyes.

"Continue with your previous work," said Voldemort. "You may choose to close your eyes and use Occlumency, as a rehabilitation exercise for the Forceful Legilimency before I lose patience."

"Tell me, did you witness Ariana's death?" Palis asked.

Aberforth took a few breaths violently, the Dark Lord in front of him was still covered with a confusion spell, only his bright red eyes were imposing, and the veritaserum in his body kept pushing the answer to the question to his mouth, his mind seemed to be trapped The stinging pain like a needle prick is a sign that the Occlumency has been forcibly broken.He closed his eyes viciously, clinging to Occlumency, letting the answer slip out of his mouth.

"……Yes."

Palis gave a relieved smile.

"So, was Albus Dumbledore there?"

The interrogation lasted for a long time, and Voldemort's participation made it difficult for Aberforth's defenses.

They quickly noticed that Aberforth had chosen to stick to his head on the issue of Ariana's death, and only briefly shortened the answer to Veritaserum, which was much easier to break through than the previous avoidance and selective disclosure.

In fact, Voldemort's insanity is even more difficult to resist. Last night, Aberforth tried his best to resist on the premise of ensuring that Veritaserum would not leak the core secrets, so that the amount of leaked information would be the most controllable.

Being in an unfavorable situation and choosing the wrong strategy, it is not difficult to find out the doubts about Ariana's death.

Dumbledore had a dispute with the guests, and in the confusion, whoever fired the death curse hit Ariana.For so many years, Dumbledore had always thought it was his fault, and Aberforth couldn't let it go.

Voldemort's eyes slightly slanted, Paris immediately and keenly caught it.

He gestured slightly with his eyes, and Palis understood.

They stopped the interrogation.

There is no doubt that there is something else behind Ariana's death.The secret that Aberforth was trying desperately to keep in his mind was the all-important secret.

It would take a long time to rely on Palis to interrogate and rule out. Voldemort obviously had a better idea.

"It's been a long time, go back and rest, Paris," said Voldemort, "Well done."

"Yes, Master." Palis said flattered.

Aberforth opened his eyes weakly, saw Palis turned and walked towards the edge of the platform, his trance-like mind was slightly concentrated, wanting to know the way to get out of here.Voldemort's fog magic before is obviously not for everyone.

A hand squeezed his jaw, forcing him to lift his eyes, and suddenly he saw a clear face that removed the confusion spell.

"Look at this face, does it look familiar?"

Voldemort's eyes had already been covered with dark pupils, and his handsome facial features were unforgettable, let alone an intelligence officer who was specialized in this field.

Aberforth's pupils shrank suddenly, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

He remembered the day when the savior visited the Pig's Head Bar not long ago, a wizard wearing a hood and whose face was exactly the same as the Dark Lord in front of him...

His brain suddenly set off a huge wave, he howled in pain, covered his head and hit the bracket, making a dull sound.He closed his eyes tightly and tried to build up Occlumency, but it was too late.

Relying on that momentary eye contact, Voldemort attacked Aberforth's brain with a devastating force, flipping through it frantically and quickly, searching for the desired memory.

Soon, the Dark Lord smiled a captivating smile.

"found it."

Aberforth passed out completely.

Voldemort let him go, turned to Paris, who was on standby, and took him away.

There was no ordinary way of getting in and out of the dungeon, not even house-elves could apparate, only Voldemort could bring people in and out.

Tin Tower Wine Castle is an ancient wizarding castle that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is said that it was built by the ancestors of a certain offshoot of Slytherin. It was mainly used to resist a large-scale goblin rebellion in the fifteenth century, so many defensive magics are aimed at magical creatures. It is very effective, but the defense against wizards is not so strict. This loophole was filled with his own magic after Voldemort snatched it.

As the heir of Slytherin, the Dark Lord clearly felt that he had a right to consider Tin Tower as his family's legacy.As for the original owner of the castle who was still unwilling to be obedient after "the dove occupies the magpie's nest", it was nothing more than adding another target for him to kill chickens and monkeys.

The house-elves serving the castle had long been forcibly transferred to the new owner's name. Voldemort was tired of their hysterical screaming and self-abuse, and ordered them to hide their whereabouts and voices. If some prisoners held in the underground prison were removed, the entire castle would be destroyed. He is often the only one there.

Death Eaters are usually only allowed in the lobby and a few lounges on the first floor.

After dismissing Paris, Voldemort went to the library on the third floor.

This is the collection of books handed down by the original owner of Tinta Castle. Most of them are publications at that time, including Hogwarts textbooks used by family members of successive generations.Rarely, there are manuscript copies of some of the valuable collections that Hogwarts forbids lending.

Due to their long history, they have accumulated a collection of books that cannot be underestimated, and there are also some rare ancient books that have been left here several times.However, there is still a big gap compared to Hogwarts. After all, not all families are keen on collecting books.

From Voldemort's point of view, this was why they lost so easily.

He found a collection of books on the history of magic from the rows of bookshelves, took out a book that told the history of the development of black magic in the early twentieth century, and rummaged through the catalog for the target.

Gellert...

He heard Dumbledore in Aberforth's memory call the blond boy that way.

Although he has no interest in the German Dark Lord, it is hard not to remind people of Grindelwald in the "Gellert" related to Dumbledore.

This was so unexpected.

Dumbledore had been in contact with Grindelwald so long ago in his youth, and there was an accident that affected his life...

The duel of the century between the two in [-] was suddenly full of doubts.

Was it an elaborate revenge?Or an act with another inside story?The truth is entirely possible to be two extremes.

Voldemort scanned Grindelwald's life at a glance, and there was no mention of his boyhood experience in England, but the photo on the side seemed to be the blonde guest in Aberforth's memory.

To be honest, the truth didn't really matter to him at all.He just needs to lead the public to guess the version that is not good for Dumbledore.

But he fell into deep thought unconsciously, until the lobby on the first floor was visited by a new Death Eater.

The action team that attacked the Pig's Head Bar didn't take long to report the results.

Before Voldemort left, he knew the news that Ariana's portrait had been seized. After that, the Death Eaters also found the magical land deed of the Pig's Head Bar, the sketch map of Hogsmeade, and Aberforth's personal information storage tank... Everything that was originally It was going well until Dumbledore arrived with the Order of the Phoenix.

"We... we lost two combat forces." Avery said tremblingly.

Voldemort looked at them silently, and Avery and Nott froze in place, not daring to take a breath.

"Anything else?" There was no emotion in his voice, but the Death Eaters weren't naive enough to think he was happy.

Avery bit his lip tightly, and kept prodding Nott with his elbow, but refused to say it himself.Nott really wanted to cast a jinx on him, but the strong presence of the Dark Lord made him dare not delay, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "We didn't get back in time... Crabbe's face was seen."

Voldemort pulled a bloody smile and asked meaningfully, "What about the others?"

Three minutes later, Crabbe's trembling fat appeared rolling and crawling.

Voldemort took a moment to chastise him, but soon lost interest.

The scene of the confrontation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald appeared in his mind again, and speculation about their relationship flashed from time to time, disturbing him.

After dealing with the follow-up arrangement of the Pig's Head Bar operation, he ate something carelessly, and then went back to the library, looking for the biography of Dumbledore, whom he hated the most.

It is a pity, however, that perhaps because the old man is still alive, there is no detailed biography of his life in the library.Most of it was blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

He had to go to Grindelwald's biography.Although this guy is not dead, in terms of the ending and the current situation, there is nothing wrong with it.So there are two books that explore his life in detail.

Voldemort was half-rolled, interrupted by the vibration of the phone.He didn't expect that Harry would take the initiative to send a message, and the content turned out to be asking about his OWLs exam results... Well, counting the time, it's almost time for the results.He was actually a little curious about Harry's grades.

He can't remember his own grades, the difference is only in how many courses he took that year, because he didn't have any courses that were not excellent.

After replying to the message, he remembered Aberforth in the underground prison, and added another text message, asking Harry to meet tonight.

Harry quickly replied: [OK.But why Malfoy Manor? ]

[Because you only have the Portkey there. ]

As soon as the appointed time came, Voldemort arrived at Malfoy Manor through the fireplace.

In order not to cause unnecessary complications, he purposely only connected to the reception room outside the defense system. Lucius and Narcissa were sent by him to the Ministry of Magic to inquire about information in the afternoon.

In Malfoy Manor, only Draco is responsible for receiving Harry in advance.

Voldemort stepped out of the fireplace and saw the two Hogwarts students sitting on either side of the tea table.

Draco quickly got up and greeted him, saluting him respectfully.

Harry seemed uncomfortable with the scene and stopped halfway there.

Voldemort sensed a change in the atmosphere when he arrived.

He glanced at Draco, who was pretending to be calm, and held out his hand to Harry: "Come here."

Draco had stepped aside, trying to gauge Harry's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

Harry didn't say anything, put his hand on it obediently, and was taken away by Voldemort with the Portkey.

To Harry's surprise, they appeared downstairs in a high-end apartment in central London.

It's fine if it's not the Magic Manor, but Harry was really surprised that he didn't go straight to Roald's apartment.

"This is the difference between us, Harry," said Voldemort. "I seldom make a doorkey that leads directly to my own house. Entering through the door is a very necessary security route."

He let go of Harry's hand.

The two entered the building skillfully and took the elevator to the 22nd floor.

Harry stared at the ever-changing numbers in the elevator, and what Draco said just now echoed in his mind. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, and the atmosphere in the confined space seemed to become ambiguous.

Even though they've always been lovers...but it's different.

"So, Draco didn't hold back his curiosity."

said Voldemort suddenly.

Harry shuddered, remembering his insanity.

"You're looking at my brain again!"

"It's a matter of guesswork."

Harry glared at him disapprovingly, and just in case, played the complaints in his head on a loop and in bold.

"...I'm not reading."

"Then how do you know I'm asking?"

"Your expression is very clear."

"..."

Harry was at a loss for words for a while.

Ding--

The elevator has arrived.

The moment Voldemort stepped out of the elevator, Harry's low voice came from behind.

"So Draco was right? Umbridge...you did it?"

Voldemort snorted coldly: "She got in my way, at Hogwarts that day."

He held down the elevator door with one hand.

"come out faster."

Harry came out and stared at him strangely: "What about 'I must not lie'? Is it also in your way?"

Voldemort's gaze fell, and a not-too-awful silence fell between the two of them.

"...she should."

Voldemort turned and left.

Harry lowered his head, hiding the corners of his upturned mouth.

Voldemort took him to the dining room, and Harry wondered where the food on the table came from.

"Did you order takeaway?" He pulled the chair across from Voldemort and sat down. "Or...is it your craft?"

Voldemort paused as he folded the napkin and looked at Harry as if he had said something stupid.

"We have house-elves, Harry. Do you still think I commute by car?"

Harry choked, and asked with some reluctance: "Then... you won't take a car anymore? The new driver won't be fired, right?"

"...Not yet." He paused and said, "It's not a problem to have someone idle."

They start eating.

Halfway through the meal, Voldemort finally had enough of Harry's hesitant looks and slammed down the knife.

"Say."

Harry was taken aback, but then said eagerly, "I see you're trying to be ruthless!"

After speaking, he immediately lowered his head and gnawed on the lamb chops.

Voldemort laughed angrily: "Pretending?"

"Pretend to be cold, huh. Fresh." He turned the fork in his hand, his eyes showed a trace of coldness, "Do I need to take you to see the prisoners held by the Death Eaters? You can ask them if I am here Pretending to be cold."

Harry shifted restlessly in his seat.

"Harry, my kindness towards certain things is at best a whim, perhaps a little too often with you, but that means nothing."

Voldemort said grimly.

"Don't take that 'love theory' preached by Dumbledore on me. It makes me sick."

Harry paled.But Voldemort didn't look at him.

Harry took a deep breath. "If you've read my brain, you'd know I don't."

He stared at the half-eaten lamb chops on his plate.

"I didn't expect you to be a good person. I just discovered that...you also have a little bit of real feeling. I couldn't imagine Voldemort feeling like a human being before. You seem to be absolutely evil and horrible. I didn't even think that you also Sleeps, eats...but it's comforting to find that. At least I'm not communicating and...and making/loveing ​​with some weird evil mass or something."

Voldemort's eyes trembled, and he was silent for a long time.

After Harry finished speaking, he remained still for a while before continuing to pick up the lamb chops to eat.

Voldemort was already full, and stared down at the plate, as if debating whether to eat or not.

Only he knows how bad he feels.

He lost his temper.The biography of Grindelwald he read during the day and speculation about his relationship with Dumbledore significantly affected him, causing him to speak out in a fit of anger.

Regret wasn't in his vocabulary, but it was definitely not what he wanted to bring things to this point.In a way, he was really annoyed with his behavior.

"Today I intend to tell you the truth," he said dryly at last.Refusing to admit that there is a corner of my heart that cringes shamefully.

Harry raised his eyes to observe him, and smiled slightly: "Yeah."