The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry couldn't resist opening the present before going to bed.

Thanks to his Muggle cousin Dudley Dursley's constant whining, Harry recognized it as a mobile phone.

Silver flip phone, looks very nice.As soon as it was opened, there were unread messages, and Harry studied it for a while before successfully clicking on it.

From: ＊＊＊＊＊＊327

Info: Contact me with this.

Roald

He's going to have to study Muggle communication, it's a headache, isn't it?

Harry guessed that the smile on his face must be silly.

He'd never received a truly expensive Muggle gift, and while magical gifts from wizarding friends were satisfying enough, this was different.

For the first time Harry was a little grateful that Tom was a Muggle.In a way, he made up for the value that Harry was missing from his Muggle aunt's family, proving that he was not only important in the wizarding world, but also valued by the Muggle world.

... No matter how deep this misunderstanding is for the time being, its healing effect on Harry is tangible.

In the two hours before dawn, he tossed and turned with excitement.Holding the Xinde mobile phone in his arms, he took it out to play with it from time to time, which was novel and satisfying.

Dumbledore was right, they were supposed to protect Muggles.he thinks.

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Early the next morning, Tom came to the guest room and was not surprised to find that Harry had left.

There was a written note on the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Tom:

I'm glad you offered to take me back, but I'd rather you get more sleep, so I go first.

Had a great time last night, looking forward to our next date.

In addition, thank you for your gift, I don't know how to use it yet, I have to study it and wait for my good news.

don't want to wake you up,

Harry

He held the note in his hand, closed his eyes and thought about his mood at the moment.

Touching Harry when he's out of magic is a wonderful experience.The depleted power that evaporated out of thin air was revived at the moment when the skin touched, stretched and stretched to the fullest, and the sense of powerlessness and tension caused by the abnormal magic power was swept away.If it weren't for his strong self-control, which was especially sharp and stubborn in critical moments, he would have at least used a conjugation spell to bind Harry and his hand together overnight.

So, is the disappointment at this point an extension of that wonderful illusion?

He opened his eyes, and the writing on the note was just like Harry himself, messy and lacking in order, a brat like this... Disdain almost sniffed out of his breath, but no, it got stuck in half, Dissipated without a sound.

This kid is Harry Potter.

Everything involving him, no one can go on in line with common sense.

Voldemort squeezed the note irritably, walked out of the room, and decided to give up this meaningless thinking.

What's more important is to figure out the secret of the instant recovery of mana.What exactly is his mysterious connection to Harry?

In order to conceal the Achilles' heel of New Moon Night, everything damn must be done in secret.He did consider the option of directly imprisoning the savior, but the entire wizarding world will be shocked by the news of the savior's disappearance, especially the Order of the Phoenix headed by Dumbledore will be completely in an extreme state, and they will use all means to pursue the savior's footprints.Harry Potter that night didn't look like a secret outing, despite his confidence that he was stealthy enough.

With the savior's recklessness, the Order of the Phoenix could easily find out the chance encounter that happened that night.His weakness is very likely to be exposed.

Of course, there are certain risks in concealing his identity and taking pictures slowly. After all, several of the few people in this world who still remember his original appearance gather around the savior.But the savior who is in love will prevent those around him from taking extreme measures to obtain the truth, and he can get more secure buffer time than directly imprisoning him.

...and being unexpectedly pleasant with the Savior.

With only a little thought in the first two days, Voldemort quickly made preparations for pretending to be a Muggle for a long time.

It's not just about exchanging some Muggle currency, it's as simple as buying a property.He needed to find a long-term and reliable Muggle assistant, understand the lifestyle of a decent Muggle with a certain social status, and even be prepared to deal with Harry's possible rejection and acceptance.

His patience was almost exhausted when he read the third chapter of "The First Date Handbook", "Intimacy is not allowed in the first movie". Luckily, Lucius Malfoy interrupted in time and did not know the current affairs, and vented in 3 minutes. Patience was successfully revived afterward.

Not to mention how much the Dark Lord's recent moodiness has cast a shadow on the Death Eaters. After he ordered the Death Eaters to suspend all persecution of the Savior, he ran to focus on exploring the Muggle world.A large group of Death Eaters, Monk Zhang Er, were puzzled, thinking about things all day long, but they didn't dare to act rashly, and even their daily tasks of committing crimes were much more relaxed.Death Eaters like Malfoy, who had no interest in torturing others, breathed a sigh of relief, which caused him to get carried away after receiving Draco's letter, and rashly disturbed the Dark Lord who was meditating alone.

After being punished for three minutes, the light-blond long-haired wizard put his complacency to the winds, and delivered the first-hand Hogwarts tip from his own son with his tail between his legs.

- The Savior secretly organized student assemblies for many months, and Hogwarts Overseer Umbridge strictly prohibited such behavior.

Although the Dark Lord has banned the persecution of the Savior, gathering intelligence is still an important task that cannot be relaxed.

Now is the time for the Ministry of Magic to crack down on the "false" news of the Dark Lord's resurrection. As the source of the news, the Savior is especially closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic. It is not insensitive for Draco to hear such suspicious news before the Ministry of Magic.No wonder Lucius got carried away.

The Dark Lord's gaze rested on a line of tips on the book:

The best viewing position is recommended to choose a position in the middle and back, which can not only ensure a pleasant viewing experience, but also avoid giving way to neighbors who go to the toilet halfway.

He nodded, perhaps he would have cared more about the news if he hadn't figured out why the seating layout of the Muggle cinema had to give way to others.

He praised Drake's work, though with little interest.He didn't need to look up to guess the unconcealable joy on Lucius' face.That was enough for him to forget about the cruel punishment he had just experienced, and regain enough confidence to stand where he was and wait for further instructions from the Dark Lord.

When Voldemort decided not to buy junk food like popcorn to entertain himself, he was a little surprised by the presence of Lucius.His concealed gaze fixed on Lucius without warning, making the latter break out in a cold sweat in fear and anxiety.

Finally recalling the conversation just now, Voldemort mercifully permitted Draco to give Umbridge the information further, and added: "Direct the firepower on Dumbledore. Don't worry about the effect, even if it only smears a little, he His efforts are also commendable.”

Draco soon received a letter from his father, and he was very excited by the encouragement from the Dark Lord.

His gaze fell across the crowd to the Gryffindor dining table. The Hogsmeade week that had just ended left everyone immersed in the aftertaste of joy, and the Savior was no exception.

But Draco had the confidence to let that smile fade from his face.

Since the Savior's persecution ban was issued, he had not shown that usual evil smile for a long time.

Harry glanced at it consciously. The direction of Slytherin was always full of malicious prying eyes. He looked away habitually, and touched the mobile phone in his pocket through the fabric, his eyes flashed with a smile.

They couldn't affect his good mood at all.

It's a pity that Ron couldn't enjoy himself in Hogsmeade because of the shortage of living expenses, and he was sitting next to him glumly stuffing pumpkin pie into his mouth.

Harry thoughtfully decided to absorb the joy in silence.

Hermione tried to cheer them up: "I found two practical Defense Against the Dark Arts booklets yesterday, and our Deng Jun training has new content."

Harry said cooperatively: "Great. We can practice by ourselves first, and then teach everyone."

Ron swallowed the pumpkin pie in his mouth, and reluctantly agreed: "Finally, I don't need to practice free battles."

With the efforts of Harry and Hermione, Ron had almost recovered by the time he sat down in the Potions classroom.

They tried their best to listen to Snape's possible difficulties at any time, but soon Ron and Harry couldn't hold on anymore, after all, it was not easy to concentrate on listening to an annoying and uninteresting teacher in a class that didn't interest them. A difficult test, Harry and Ron soon decide to give up on themselves.

"It's not the first time anyway," Ron muttered, justifying his textbook drawing, "There's only one Hermione."

Miraculously, this sentence managed to bring Hermione back from her reproachful stern gaze.

Harry on the side was amazed in his heart, otherwise he would only be ashamed under Hermione's gaze, and had to say that Ron was surprisingly better at dealing with Hermione than he was.

This thought only flashed through his mind, without even leaving a scratch.Now Harry's full attention was on the Muggle phone under his desk.

He hadn't figured out how to use it to make calls or send texts, since the Dursleys had never given him access to a cell phone or even a landline.But he was a little impatient.

Ron, who was also doing nothing, finished an impromptu doodle of Quiquet flowers to broomsticks, and noticed that Harry's left hand was always under the table.Can't help but ask curiously: "What good things are hidden, buddy?"

Harry took it out and gave him a look, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Ron opened his mouth and didn't understand it at all, but it seemed powerful.He was intimidated by the mysterious atmosphere created by Harry, and he didn't dare to ask more questions.It wasn't until after class that he asked him in a mysterious low voice: "What is that?"

Hermione, who was listening attentively the whole time, didn't notice the little episode in class, and cast a curious look.

They were on their way to the cafeteria. Harry touched the Muggle gift in his pocket and wanted to introduce it to his friends, but Umbridge's education made him hesitate.

All the students coming and going around me were silent, eerily quiet.Harry caught sight of the Slytherins walking ahead, and winked at his two companions, who immediately understood, shut their mouths and hurried on in silence.

When they finally reached the cafeteria, they were instantly overwhelmed by the chaotic torrent of noise in the hall.Ron found a seat, sat down, and let out a long sigh of relief. "I'm going to go crazy sooner or later if this goes on," he complained, "I don't even dare to speak, I'm just like a prisoner!"

Hermione frowned and said, "Everyone complains a lot, I don't think this education order will last long."

Ron bared his teeth and said, "I don't think that pink toad cares." This sentence was agreed by the like-minded people around.

Ron turned to Harry, "Come on, it's fine now."

Harry glanced at the teacher's desk, where Umbridge was smiling at him from his pink lipsticked mouth.Obviously she noticed herself early in the morning.

He gritted his teeth and said, "She's looking at us."

Ron followed his gaze and found the same thing: "Oh!"

Depressedly, they began to take pies from the plate, and Hermione also quickly cleared the pork chops in front of her.

Back in the Gryffindor common room after dinner, Harry, Ron and Hermione were finally able to find a little corner to share Harry's little secret.

Even Hermione, wheezed, joined Ron in watching Harry expectantly.

Harry also took out his phone excitedly, and before he could introduce, he heard Hermione's dissatisfied voice.

"That's it?" she asked in disbelief.

Ron still remembered the first glimpse in Potions class, giving Hermione a strange look: "That looks cool. What's this?"

Hermione knew the answer, but she waited for Harry's explanation, hoping she was wrong.

Regardless of that, Harry said happily, "A mobile phone."

Hermione rolled her eyes in disappointment, and Ron asked curiously, "Mobile phone?"

Hermione answered for Harry angrily: "It's a Muggle thing. It's used to communicate with each other and pass messages."

Ron opened his eyes wide, feeling very novel: "Is it the owl used by Muggles?"

Hermione choked for a moment, and said in a daze, "That's right..." Her eyes returned to the mobile phone, "My parents each have a mobile phone, and there are landlines at home, and Muggles use them Connecting with each other. But... this one doesn't look cheap." She suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Where did you get it, Harry?"

That was the question Harry had been waiting for, and he said triumphantly, "Tom sent it."

Before Ron could react, Hermione's eyes widened, "You...you promised him, didn't you!"

Harry observed her expression with slight unease, and nodded sheepishly.

Hermione looked somewhere between worried and moved, her mouth gaping open, unable to speak.

Ron asked in bewilderment, "Who is Tom?" He looked back and forth at how Hermione and Harry communicated well, and said gloomily, "Who did you promise?"