The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"No!" Harry exclaimed, "That's not it." His eyes were slightly red, but he didn't know how to continue.

Aberforth gave him a sad look, then closed his eyes.

"I won't say anything else."

The living room fell into suffocating silence.

Harry clashed violently in his heart.

How to tell such an old man with the same eyes as Dumbledore, a soldier of the Order of the Phoenix who trusted him, about his relationship with Voldemort?

"pretty good idea."

Voldemort broke the deadlock aloud.

He stood up and walked over unhurriedly.

"I didn't expect to deal with you so soon, Aberforth."

Aberforth opened his eyes, glanced at him angrily, and closed them again immediately to prevent the all-pervasive Legilimency.

"No..." Harry looked at Voldemort, shook his head slightly, his voice trembling, "Don't be like this..."

Voldemort's eyes, which were dangerously looking at Aberforth, were drawn to Harry, and the bright red color became darker.

"As I said, his life depends on his performance." He said indifferently, "and his performance just now determines his death."

"What performance?" Harry asked.

Voldemort frowned, but did not answer immediately.

Harry quickly calmed down and said, "You don't really want me to, do you?"

He took it for granted.Though intellectually untrue, his intuition and emotion were so strong that he now realized what Voldemort meant by "nice idea".

"Some people can do it for you."

Voldemort acquiesced.

Harry seemed to see a little hope, and tried to find a breakthrough: "Aberforth said he wouldn't say anything—so you haven't asked the information you want to know, right! He can't die yet!"

Voldemort turned to him completely, "Do you want me to spare his life? Or do you want me to spare him? Wouldn't it be better to just put him back in the Order of the Phoenix and continue to compete with me?"

Harry was disturbed by his pressing questions. "I'm not that - I'm not that unrealistic!" I never expected it to happen just because of our special relationship! I- I know who you are, I know what you are, I know- I have to do my best to live between you and my conscience- —I don't even know how long I'll have it—or—or..."

How long can I have you...

Harry couldn't speak.

But the scar was throbbing slightly.

Aberforth opened his eyes in shock, looking back and forth between Harry and Voldemort.

Harry hung his head in agony, and Voldemort was eerily silent.

As an intelligence officer, if Aberforth didn't see anything tricky, he would have been hanged by Death Eaters.What's more, he recalled the few scenes he saw in the Pig's Head Bar, and at this moment, there was a strange intimacy everywhere.

He didn't dare to make any noise at all, for fear of disturbing the shocking truth that had just revealed the tip of the iceberg.

But Voldemort is not an existence that can get away with it.

He froze in utter silence and stopped Aberforth.

"He figured it out, Harry," said Voldemort coldly. "It must be silenced."

The yew wand was raised slightly, Harry's heart trembled, and he stood in front of him impulsively, "Wait!"

Wine-red eyes fell on him, "If you plan to stop me, at least take out your wand."

"No, there must be other ways! You just don't want him to know about our relationship. Isn't the Oblivion Curse okay?" Harry thought anxiously, and then remembered something like grasping at a straw, "Sirius That time—you only used the Oblivion Charm that time!"

Voldemort said meaningfully, "Harry, you know why. Exceptions don't happen very often."

Once again, Harry irrevocably felt a little feeble pleasure in the tacit truth implied in his words, which doubled his conflicted pain.

"Please...not today..." he struggled, feeling a slight shudder down his spine as Aberforth was watching, "don't be in front of me..."

The yew wand stood still for a moment, then slowly lowered.

Voldemort clasped Harry's shoulders, and it sank heavily like a mountain's weight.

His lips twitched slightly, almost forgetting this strange feeling—almost carefully trying to say something.

"I have to remind," he said slowly, staring only at his hands with heavy eyes, "he is still going to die."

Harry's body tensed, and then he said hoarsely, "When you do...let me know."

"……What do you want to do?"

"I can't stop you. I just want to know," Harry murmured. "Knowing better...I can't stop you about it."

silence.

Obviously he wanted to tell Harry the truth, but Harry really realized it so clearly - even more soberly than he wanted - that it made him inexplicably irritable.

"Even I understand," said Voldemort flatly, "that this is torture, Harry."

Harry moved the corner of his lips indistinctly: "This will calm me down a bit."

Voldemort's brows furrowed slightly, Harry's scars were at work again, he could see himself in his eyes, and read himself in his heart.

Beautiful, cruel, like and hate, every emotion is real, strong and powerful, they push Harry back and forth, jolting in pleasure and pain.

Harry rarely confides his heartbreak to him, and always tells him his truest joy and love.But what was in front of him at this moment was undoubtedly a precarious, barely put together, crumbling heart.

He thought of the entanglement between Dumbledore and Grindelwald again.

In the most malicious speculation, Dumbledore undoubtedly has a close relationship with Grindelwald. They met when they were young and had a good relationship, but they parted ways because of Ariana's accident, and they turned against each other because of disagreements when they grew up.So far, the story is nothing special.

What bothered him was that after their duel, did Dumbledore take advantage of the old relationship-whether it was pure friendship or entangled ambiguity?

He has never been afraid to speculate on that old white witch with bad taste with the greatest malice.If Grindelwald's failure was due to such ridiculous reasons, it would be a wake-up call in his head.

Voldemort had been restless all afternoon.For the first time, I was disgusted by the result of my own malicious speculation.

It was impossible for him to give up on Harry.They are unique and incomparable to Dumbledore and Grindelwald.Dumbledore was disgusted with himself and Grindelwald, and he didn't want to get involved with Harry and him.

But after actually seeing Harry, his impetuousness became even worse.It was so easy to hold back, and after calmly talking about the secret of the Horcrux, he was provoked again by Harry's request.

He was almost obstinate in pressing Harry to prove that he was different from Dumbledore.

In the end, Harry gave in.

But when he wanted to hug him, he hesitated.

For no reason, he actually felt that he would be pushed away.

The hand statue on his shoulder was also pressed by the rocks, unable to move.

This feeling... very uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and made a decision.

"...I can spare his life."

Harry looked at him in disbelief, a fragile gleam in his emerald green eyes.

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes, locking them with precision.

"The premise is that he must stay in the dungeon all the time. If anyone dares to rob the prison-I will finish him in advance."

Harry took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

"Okay." His voice moved, and he wanted to say something more, but the thank you was too weak, the apology was too strange, and more...but it was too heavy.

The hand on his shoulder moved back slightly, touching his back, and Harry leaned towards its owner tacitly as if he understood its intention.

Before they could actually complete a hug, they were interrupted by a slightly deliberate cough.

"I think there is another solution."

Aberforth felt that if he kept silent, the gods would not be able to save him.

"Death Secret Curse. You are the secret breaker. I will form the secret voluntarily. I cannot reveal the secret of the conclusion in any way. Once the secret breaker dies, the secret sealer will die immediately."

This is a black magic with extremely strict conditions and strict restrictions.

The most difficult thing for general captives to achieve is the "voluntary" condition. Even if they can keep the enemy's secrets in order to save their lives, they cannot easily be completely bound to the enemy's death. Especially when it is cast, many black wizards will directly use an unrelated The important short-lived ghost acts as a secret breaker, so as to grasp the life of the secret linker at any time.

Voldemort hadn't imagined that he would be able to offer this Dark Arts.Judging from Aberforth's character, this attitude can be said to have undergone a 180-degree turn.

"Why?" he asked coldly.

Harry hadn't heard of the spell, but he could deduce its weight from the expressions on Aberforth and Voldemort.Can't help looking at them nervously and curiously.

Voldemort glanced at him, reached out to take his arm, and opened the soul link, passing on the knowledge of the Death Curse.

Harry was dizzy from the sudden shock of memory knowledge, and he didn't fall due to the strength in his arms.When he slowed down, he immediately stood up straight in embarrassment.

He probably really needs to make up for it...

Aberforth looked at the scene in front of him, the history was surprisingly similar.

How could he not think of his brother and the former Dark Lord of Germany.

He witnessed with his own eyes that they were very affectionate in Godric's Valley, and then they went to the abyss step by step, and finally parted ways.

Because of this, he felt that Harry was different from Dumbledore, and even... You-Know-Who was different from Grindelwald.

"Because I have experienced it and I don't want similar tragedies to happen again."

His blue eyes were fixed on Harry.

Thinking of the important role played by the mysterious man, he instinctively shuddered.

He decided to try his best to ignore him, and only said to Harry, "Perhaps you don't know, the combination of the Dark Lord and the Savior... There is another pair."

Voldemort frowned slightly, feeling a physical distaste for the person the sentence implied.

But he couldn't deny that the story of those two men had irritated him very much.

If Aberforth could figure it out, he could really consider letting him go, conditionally.