The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Aberforth tells Harry about Dumbledore and Grindelwald's past.Anyway, Voldemort already knew eight or nines.

In Harry's eyes, Dumbledore was kind and amiable, but when he was young, he was a madman who was proud of his talents and obsessed with magic.Aberforth has never been able to have a common language with him. Their Squib sister, who suffered magical trauma due to Muggle bullying, did not receive the sincere care of the young Dumbledore. Only Aberforth took care of her with all his heart.

"That's impossible," Harry said firmly.

Voldemort let out a mocking snort: "Blind Dumbledore follower."

Aberforth followed through on his attempts to ignore him, explaining to Harry: "Albus did take on the responsibility of supporting the family, but I could see that he was being perfunctory and impatient with Ariana. Every time I returned At home, Ariana will come and do things with me. She is afraid of Albus. I know, my brother has always resented Ariana for delaying his great talent. Drek Valley wasted its time."

Harry couldn't imagine a Dumbledore in Aberforth's mouth; Voldemort, by contrast, apparently took it well, and even - rarely - liked it.

"It's a pity that your sister died too early and didn't keep him trapped there." He said coolly.

Aberforth's efforts broke, and he glared at Voldemort with hatred, his nostrils opening and closing with fury.

Voldemort looked down at him, showing a grim smile, "It seems that you want to have some Cruciatus Curse for fun."

Harry strode between them and gently hugged the Dark Lord who was exuding a dangerous aura, trying to lead him away from Aberforth.

Thankfully, Voldemort only looked down at him slightly, without resisting his little gesture.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Come on, he hasn't finished."

Voldemort's sneer receded a bit, "someone has to teach him basic respect."

Harry was speechless for a moment.Please, you said that my sister died early!

It would be unwise to reason with the Dark Lord, so he could only turn around and say to Aberforth helplessly, "Don't mess with him, I beg you?"

Already shocked by their interaction again, Aberforth swallowed and nodded slowly.

The arrival of Grindelwald rescued Dumbledore who was confined to the house. The two equally talented teenagers fanatically planned a grand future and wanted to change the entire wizarding world.

Aberforth's brows were deeply furrowed: "It seems to me that Albus is deeply attracted to Grindelwald. The blond German is obviously very proud of my brother's appreciation, but he always makes insinuations." Insinuating that my sister is a drag on them and dismissing me. They are always like that, think highly of themselves and look down on mediocrity in everything."

Harry frowned: "As far as I know, Professor Dumbledore is not like that."

Voldemort rolled his eyes wide, too lazy to be sarcastic.

"Time changes a lot of things." Aberforth let himself not pay attention to You-Know-Who, although they now have a damning similarity, "Back then, my brother was a proud young man, and Grindelwald's views Arianna just had a problem with her magic power, she was not a fool, she could feel her brother's coldness. Once she passed out from a stomachache, she just lay on the floor all night, and the next morning The two found out after eating!"

Aberforth breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't say this to deny Albus. I just want to tell you a more objective situation. There are many people...they trust him too blindly."

Harry was silent for a moment, "I thought you also firmly believed in the professor."

Aberforth looked at him deeply: "I didn't say I wasn't."

Voldemort snorted sarcastically, and began to wonder how long he was going to put up with two Dumbledore cronies showing their loyalty to each other.

Perhaps one more word from Aberforth would cause him to lose control of his swaying yew wand.

Fortunately, Aberforth seemed to be planning to learn his lesson, and immediately got back to the topic.

The death of Ariana completely broke Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Voldemort already knew these things, and what he was most interested in was the duel of the century.But when Aberforth came to this point, he said that he didn't know the truth.

"My brother is really not an approachable person," he said.

This evaluation completely overturned Harry's impression. Before he questioned, Aberforth said: "He never confides in anyone, even when he was a child. I guess he learned to keep it secret from his infancy. No one Knowing how he and Grindelwald dated and won. Just like no one knows if he still has old feelings for Grindelwald."

"What old love can he have, a negative teaching material for the theory he preached?" Voldemort said coldly, "On the contrary, Grindelwald was so completely defeated. He has not had a decent escape from prison in Nurmengard for decades. Try, [-]% are still stuck in that old relationship."

Both Harry and Aberforth looked surprised, as if they didn't expect the mysterious man to have so many opinions on other people's feelings, and it sounded pretty decent.

Harry asked uncertainly: "What is the old love...?"

Aberforth didn't have the slightest hint of a joke on his face: "It's just what you think. They used to be lovers... just like you."

Harry appeared to be in a moment of visible confusion.

"Don't compare us with two failed old antiques." Voldemort sneered, "They don't deserve it."

The other two people present seemed to disagree with his words, and Harry gave Aberforth an uneasy look. Fortunately, he seemed to have finally decided to temporarily bow his head to the evil forces, and wisely looked at the floor instead of confronting the Dark Lord head-on .

Undeniably, a part of Harry was appeased by Voldemort's resoluteness, even if that arrogance and disrespect were very wrong.

"...you are indeed different," said Aberforth dully. "My brother's love is a lesson. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have advised you not to make the same mistakes... Potter, you know you can't hide it Everyone for a lifetime?"

Harry's lips tightened.Voldemort frowned slightly, and the breath on his body became dangerous again.

Aberforth sensed it from the corner of his eye, and then said: "You will definitely face doubts. I don't know what you plan to do, but I want to tell you, if my brother talks to you about lessons learned, don't listen to him .”

Harry was stunned, and even Voldemort raised an eyebrow in interest.

Aberforth did not arouse the emotions of the two of them at all, "The him you know now is a mature old man who has experienced countless failures and the baptism of reality, but it was different at that time. He and Grindelwald's boyhood—maybe It's hard for you to imagine - he was never sane, he was always bewitched by the future and dreams that Grindelwald painted. In my opinion, Grindelwald has been using their relationship. Using my brother's trust to drag him into His own camp, inciting him to abandon his family, abandon his responsibilities, and abandon the virtues that he has always believed in in his heart but has not been able to implement them. My brother has always been confused by his talent and Grindelwald. Before he really broke up, he didn't want to Face up to your responsibilities in reality, and selectively ignore the extreme and dark tendencies shown by Grindelwald."

The only sound left in the lounge was his voice. The Dark Lord and the Savior were unprecedentedly quiet, while Aberforth was immersed in the memories of the past, and his voice became hoarse.

"What an incompetent sister is in the way, and his talent is so outstanding. Before Grindelwald, there was no one in this world who could understand him. So as soon as Grindelwald appeared, he threw himself into it without hesitation , This is his world, where he can give full play to his talents. For the sake of this confidant and the love that ghost knows is true or false, he can deceive his conscience."

Harry opened his mouth, but didn't want to interrupt what he was saying, and closed it silently.

"As for Grindelwald, he took advantage of my brother's weakness without hesitation, trying to lure him into the world of black magic. If it hadn't been for Ariana's accident, he might have completely lost his way."

"No." Harry said suddenly and firmly, "Professor Dumbledore will definitely wake up, sooner or later."

Aberforth looked at him, his expression showing a hint of weakness from the long hours of mental torment and painful memories, but there seemed to be a little light in those eyes when they fell on Harry.

"Maybe," he said. "You're really better than my brother."

Harry felt an instant uneasy shame, "No, sir, I'm nowhere near…"

"Maybe in terms of magical talent," Aberforth said flatly, "but do you think... he - would like Albus because of magical talent?"

Voldemort laughed directly, and for the first time he felt that not all people surnamed Dumbledore were so hypocritical and disgusting.

Harry gave him an embarrassed look, wishing desperately that there was a crack in the floor to bury himself—or Voldemort, for that matter.

Aberforth didn't seem amused at all, and his emotions were never the same as those of the two parties involved.He swallowed, to relieve his tired spirit.

"You need something to eat," said Voldemort suddenly. "Villi."

The house-elf appeared.Unlike when entertaining Harry, she stared at her master eagerly with wide eyes, but couldn't speak a word, she was muted.

"Porridge is enough. He hasn't eaten since he was arrested, so he can't eat too much at once."

Voldemort instructed seemingly considerately, as if he was not the one who tortured people and refused to give them food.

Harry moved his lips as if about to say something.At this time Willie came back, holding a bowl of warm pumpkin porridge in her hand, Harry quickly took it and passed it to Aberforth.

"Thank you." Aberforth said weakly, his hand holding the bowl was a little unsteady.

Harry didn't dare to let go, and said worriedly, "I'll help you..." He picked up the spoon to scoop up the porridge.

"No." Voldemort interrupted forcefully, grabbed Harry's wrist, and ordered Aberforth, "Do it yourself, or don't drink."

Harry had no idea what the hell he was doing, but Aberforth took the spoon and bowl knowingly, and drank slowly and without a word.

Taking advantage of this, Harry pulled Voldemort aside and said in a low voice, "Is it necessary to bully a prisoner like this? You're so hungry that he can't lift a bowl!"

"So you're going to feed him yourself?" Voldemort moved closer to him instead.

"I just wanted to do something for him," Harry tried to say calmly, but was inexplicably forced back by him, "I got him caught, can't I just provide some convenience?"

"You're going to feed him yourself," repeated Voldemort emphatically, pushing him back to the chair, "under my nose."

Harry sat unsteadily on the seat, and finally realized belatedly, "You—do you mind this?!" Then he laughed strangely, "Merlin, you mind this..."

Voldemort propped himself up against the back of the chair unhappily, pinning him under him, and said dangerously, "I shouldn't? You're not self-aware, Harry. I've got to do something—"

Harry looked up and kissed him abruptly, smothering whatever sinister threat was coming.

Aberforth not far away was as quiet as a chicken, trying to reduce his sense of existence.He knew how sensitive the mysterious man was to his gaze, and he didn't even dare to glance there from the corner of his eye.

Hell, his brother and Grindelwald used to at least look at the occasion!Or did You-Know-Who simply think he was a dead man?

... Well, whether it is life-long imprisonment or the secret death curse, the effect of secrecy is indeed not much different from that of a dead person.

He roughly stuffed the porridge into his mouth, he couldn't tell if he was angry or unwilling, maybe both.

Ten minutes later, after finishing his porridge, Aberforth finally waited for the returning Savior and Dark Lord.

In fact, they just kissed a little bit more deeply, and even tidied their clothes and hair before they came, but Harry was still too ashamed to lift his head, and he couldn't compare with some dark lord who didn't know what shame was.

"Feeling better, sir?" Harry asked concerned.

"Much better, Harry," said Aberforth, with a little more tone in his voice, "thanks."

Harry hung his head, "I didn't do anything, sir, it was just his whim... sorry..."

Aberforth's resentment was replaced by a pity, and he said, "Don't you understand, Harry? From my brother's story, don't you see the difference between yourself and him?"

Harry opened his mouth dumbly, it was too much.He never thought he could be compared to Dumbledore.

Voldemort looked into his profile and sighed silently, but it was time for Aberforth to speak.

"You never cheated, Harry," said Aberforth. "That's the most precious thing. You neither abandoned your goodness nor neglected your feelings...with all due respect, it was hard. You At such a young age, you have to fight and interact with the most powerful dark wizard in the world. I dare say that even my brother can't do better than you. Although it's only been in contact for a while, but the extent I have done for you Shocked."

Harry was dumbfounded: "You are exaggerating..."

"Even if it's just a whim," Aberforth interrupted him, "do you think anyone can make You-Know-Who treat a captive named Dumbledore kindly on a whim? I really don't want to talk about it, as if he was going to do something basic. As grateful as Dade, but you can't ignore this rare influence."

Harry subconsciously looked at Voldemort, feeling that he was about to be angered.

Voldemort was holding his wand uncertainly, and Harry felt strangely at peace with him.

"You're just a kid, Harry, don't be too hard on yourself." Aberforth said, as if looking through someone, "It's not a dark secret, it's a little brighter than the dark .So I'm willing to keep it...until I die."

Harry thought that after the continuous stimulation of Dumbledore and Voldemort in the past two days, it would be difficult for him to fluctuate anymore. Until this moment, his heart seemed to be trembling slightly.