The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

That night, Voldemort and Aberforth agreed in detail on the secrecy of the Secret Death Curse. They were not even allowed to disclose or show their attitude on information such as the taste of the worthless pumpkin porridge. It can be said that he was completely blocked from revealing to the Order of the Phoenix. Any useful information possible.

Harry hurried back to the Burrow.His rhetoric to Hermione Ron was that he was concerned about Tom's safety, but there was nothing they could do to cover him from Mrs. Weasley who missed dinner because he was unwell and stayed overnight.

In the next few days, Harry was finally able to digest the huge amount of information that surged: starting from Trelawney's prophecy, to Tom's true identity, to the Horcrux, and finally to Dumbledore's old love.Picking out each piece alone was enough to shock the world, but the total time Harry learned of them was only a short day, including the time when he couldn't hold on to a deep sleep.

Compared with these things, his first love affair with his lover is even insignificant... If the identity of that person is ignored.

The robbery of the Hog's Head has been reported and has caused an uproar among the populace.Even more intense than the Azkaban collective escape.

"Think about it, a law-abiding bar is looted in the middle of the night, and even the owner is missing!" Hermione said sternly, "Everyone is afraid that they will be the next victim."

"But they didn't cast the Dark Mark this time," said Sirius gloomily. "Hell, they didn't play their cards the way they should. Fudge puts all suspicion on the fugitives from Azkaban."

He had just arrived from Grimmauld Place for dinner.The fireplace of the Burrow is now connected to it regularly, and Sirius takes this opportunity to come and meet Harry often.

"How many people have escaped?" Ron couldn't help asking, "Haven't Aurors been arresting them all the time? How come there are still so many escaped?"

"This is also a question for other wizards." Mrs. Weasley brought them hot porridge. The twins and Bill were busy with their respective jobs. Fleur hadn't returned from her internship at Gringotts. Broken, showing anxious and disturbed emotions, "Now Minister Auror has been attacked by everyone, and everyone feels that he has neglected his duties. Arthur said that their leader may have to be replaced."

"Scremgeour." Sirius said, "He is a stubborn guy. He has always been at odds with the Order of the Phoenix, and there is nothing wrong with replacing him...Is Arthur sure of going up?"

Mrs. Weasley shook her head: "Scrimgeour has a strong style and has been suppressing him. The new colleagues are not too afraid to make friends with him. Fudge firmly believes that he is Dumbledore's man...but he is working hard."

"What about the members of the Order of the Phoenix?" Ginny asked. "Don't they support Papa, too?"

Mrs. Weasley fell silent.She glanced cautiously at Harry, who seemed to be concentrating on his porridge, and winked at Ginny: "They can't expose themselves."

Ginny followed Harry with a look, and fell silent.The others secretly exchanged glances, and the topic ended without embarrassment.Sirius' expression grew even more somber.

Harry paid no attention to any of this.Aberforth's words really shocked him greatly, not only the surge of emotion and encouragement, but also an invisible pressure.

The newspapers are full of journalists fanning the flames, news of the Order of the Phoenix will only be transmitted to the enemy through the scars, and he should know as little as possible.But it would be wrong to know nothing.

He realized that he should learn knowledge more than inquire about news.

Harry's grades weren't bad, but he knew how he struggled every time before the exam to get such a result.Not to mention that he is as well-read as Hermione, but he has never read a lot of content in the textbook that is not within the scope of the exam.

Facing a character like Voldemort, he felt that at least he had to make up for the lessons he had lost.

So he went back to his room after eating and looked through his textbooks.

Reading a textbook is a very different experience when there is no pressure to study.Harry sometimes finds the recipes described in the potions textbooks very interesting, the material laws of Transfiguration are wonderful and magical, and the law of the weak voice evolution of the spells really makes sense...

Despite this, Harry did not immediately light up his academic talents. These theoretical knowledge are still often a headache when they are actually mastered and want to be applied.

At such times, Harry would drop the book and stare at the ceiling in a daze.

At this time, some bizarre pictures will occupy the slack brain.Sometimes it’s Trelawney rising from the Pensieve, sometimes it’s a small piece of light in front of the French windows, sometimes it’s the portraits on the wall in the principal’s office… More often, it’s a pair of magnificent blood-red eyes .

Their relationship remains elusive.

Nothing is certain except that they are still lovers.

But in other words, they were definitely lovers - and that alone was enough to overwhelm everything.

Harry's scar itched slightly again.He stared at the ceiling for a while, took out his phone, and tentatively sent a text message.

[Why does the scar always itch inexplicably? ]

He had some guesses and wasn't sure if Voldemort would verify them for him.

[Finally found out?I get harassed every time, take control of yourself. ]

Harry was a little aggrieved, but he was happy in his heart——

Voldemort was more direct than he'd expected.

[…How to control it?Is this a soul connection? ]

[Yes.Learn Occlumency fast. ]

Once the scar problem is confirmed, leaks can be prevented more effectively.It was impossible for Voldemort to miss it, but he told him without hesitation.

There were times when Harry really felt that Tom Roald wasn't a total illusion.

But Occlumency... really made his head hurt, and Harry didn't think he had the talent for it.

It might be a good idea to ask Hermione, but she and Ron seem to be having some secrets lately, and Harry often catches their hesitant looks.

He wasn't ready for an exciting heart-to-heart conversation with his two friends, so he chose to ignore it.

Inevitably, he became taciturn.I just stay in the house and read books every day, falling into my own thoughts.Even Sirius wanted to reveal some news about the Order of the Phoenix to him in private, but Harry cautiously refused.

This continued until Harry's 16th birthday.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a pitch-black strange owl delivered a large package that was as tall as a person. Inside was a brand-new Firebolt/Arrow that just came out this season. The upgraded appearance was more beautiful than the one Harry lost.

All that was in the package was a blank birthday card, and the owl left without even stopping to treat himself.The identity of the gift giver remains a mystery.

Harry accepted this expensive birthday present with a kind of jerky joy in his heart.

He knew who sent it.

Sirius dragged him upstairs to the bedroom, followed by Hermione.Ron wanted to join too, but when Fleur came in, he didn't look away.

"You didn't tell me you lost your broom," said Sirius, his voice a little dark.

Harry was calm: "It was just confiscated by Umbridge. Dumbledore will be fine when he comes back."

"Do you know who gave the gift?" Sirius asked again.

Harry fell silent.

There was a trace of injury in Sirius' eyes: "You don't want to share secrets with me, Harry."

"No," said Harry weakly, "I promised . . . not to say."

"Is that Malfoy?" Hermione asked suddenly.She sat aside, having the same problem as Sirius.

Harry didn't answer immediately, but Hermione added: "Is the person from the Death Eater camp that Professor Dumbledore said you contacted, Malfoy?"

Sirius was taken aback, Hermione obviously didn't tell him her guess.Harry guessed she'd only told Ron, whom the two of them had probably been trying to find out.

Harry was still hesitating, but Hermione seemed determined to ask the truth: "Only him, Harry. Professor Dumbledore asked me and Ron who that person might be, and we said we didn't know. But I know, only him, right?"

Harry was secretly startled, Hermione's guess was exactly the same as Voldemort's prediction.

He sighed dejectedly, feeling like he had lost the game.

"You have to promise me first, don't tell anyone."

"Of course!" Hermione stood up aggressively, "What do you think of us, Harry? Why didn't you tell us? After the three of us went through that together in Hogsmeade, do you think Ron and I would really Be ungrateful and betray him?"

Harry said uncertainly, "I thought you hated Death Eaters—"

"He saved us!" Hermione emphasized, "and promised to help you! We're not stupid, why should we hold on to him?"

Harry's lips twitched, wanting to say that at least Ron was holding on to him the whole time...

Sirius looked shocked, and finally found the opportunity to ask: "What happened? What kind of favor did Malfoy have to you?"

Hermione briefly explained to him, and Sirius joined the crusade.

"You can at least tell me, Harry," he said darkly, "don't you believe me?"

Harry pursed his lips and shook his head.

It is because I trust you too much... that deception is so heavy.

He took a deep breath and looked at them determinedly: "Sorry. I can't say more."