The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Voldemort reminded Harry of the reality.

It was time for him to think about how to confess to Ron and Hermione.

Compared with the distant Dumbledore and the amnesiac Sirius, Ron and Hermione are easier to find clues.He had to think of a way in advance, in case Voldemort wanted to do it himself.

Although they are at the Burrow together, Ron and Hermione have been caught in a strange cold war recently, and every time one is present, the other will find an excuse to leave.

Harry can only play with Ron and Ginny when he rides a broomstick. He was selected as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team for the new year, and Ron and Ginny are strong candidates.They all hope to have some early team grinding while having fun.

But that meant Hermione wouldn't be there.She locked herself in her room to study for her sixth-grade homework and asked Harry how he was doing every day.

"Come on, Hermione, I'm starting to feel stressed," said Harry, stepping ahead when he met her in the kitchen.

Hermione's mouth was half-opened and closed stiffly.She poured Harry a glass of water, unable to take her eyes off the potions book in his hand.

"Thanks." Harry wanted to leave while holding the cup, Hermione's gaze seemed to burn through his book.

"Harry." Hermione called to him.

Harry sighed inwardly, and looked back at her: "What?"

Hermione glanced at the "Advanced Potion Making" in his hand again, pretending to ask normally: "I don't know when you became so interested in Potions... You even bought the textbooks for advanced classes that you don't know how to take." .”

Harry couldn't say it was Voldemort throwing it at him - after knowing his OWLs - apparently straight A student Tom Riddle couldn't figure out how to go on with a good life after the important Potions class.

"Well... I want to make up for it somewhat."

Hermione's brown eyes looked into his, "But you said you're not going to be an Auror anymore."

"That's at least my goal." Harry was a little unhappy, trying not to make his tone appear aggressive. "Is there anything wrong with wanting to make up for the regret?"

He failed.

Hermione looked like she was about to retort, but flinched.

"That's not what I meant, Harry." She scratched her hair, looking very irritated, which allowed Harry's guilt to take over again.

"Sorry, Hermione, my tone is not very good, if you have any questions, please continue."

Hermione glanced at the windowsill, where a small globe sat oddly on it.She grabbed Harry's arm and walked out into Harry's bedroom.

"I have something to tell you, Harry." Hermione finished, examining the things in the room carefully.

This was originally the twins' room, and now they live in the joke shop in Diagon Alley, and the room was packed up by Mrs. Weasley and given to Harry.

"Uh, what are you looking for? Can't you say that in the kitchen just now?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"There's a globe on the window sill." Hermione said absently, "Mr. Weasley brought it back from the Ministry of Magic yesterday. It seems to be a dark wizard defense item recently launched by the Forbidden Objects Department. It can continuously monitor the intruders in the room. It is said that It was transformed from a Muggle surveillance camera, let me see if there is something similar in your room..."

In the past month, the Department of Prohibited Objects has launched many novel and effective defense items against dark wizards, which has made a great remedy for the increasingly incompetent image of the Ministry of Magic.Judging from the news reports, even Harry's unpopular newspaper, The Quibbler, praised Minister Crowell's ability, although it satirized the "prohibition" of the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division which he had turned into "promoting" the misuse of Department of Muggle Items.

Harry also had a crush on Crowell.But because of that, he checked the contents of his room carefully to make sure there were no Muggle monitors turned globes or wizard chess pieces.

After Hermione finished checking the room, she sat on a chair and threw a bomb without warning.

"I want to ask you about Roald."

Harry asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Hermione observed his expression and said carefully, "I've been thinking about what to tell you... Remember the last time we met in Hogsmeade?"

Harry nodded, wondering what awaited him.

"That time, when we were ordering food at the bar, Roald said the name of a dessert...'finger biscuits'." Hermione reminded Harry of this detail with her eyes, "It's very popular in the wizarding world, but I Asked mom and dad specifically...they said it wasn't very common in the Muggle world."

Harry was dumbfounded.

"I know." Hermione waved her hand in annoyance, "I'm a little suspicious... Roald's original words were like this: 'At least there will be snacks, finger biscuits and so on.' Before that, you just said I don't think there's anything good to eat in the Hog's Head."

Harry's gaze became awed.He swallowed, wondering if this was the right time.

Hermione didn't look at him, she lowered her head, more like convincing herself: "This shows that he is familiar with finger biscuits, and thinks they are very common, even places like the Pig's Head Pub should always have them. But there is no fixed name in the Muggle world." Finger Cookies' dessert name, which my mother says is more of a casual name."

Completely unaware of this subtle distinction, Harry begins to feel pessimistic about the future of his secret romance.

Hermione suddenly raised her head and said, "I didn't intend to doubt him, Harry. Although it seems to be just a small detail, there could be many other explanations, but I can't rest assured... You said last time that you should check Roll carefully." Has De's magic power come to fruition? I noticed that you haven't told us about him for a long time, isn't it...have you discovered something?"

Hire it.Harry thought desperately that he could no longer hide Hermione like this.

"This matter...it is true." He moved his position on pins and needles, looked towards the door, unrealistically hoping that someone would suddenly barge in and interrupt the upcoming conversation, maybe Ron would be a good match...but no people.

Harry said with difficulty: "I was thinking about when to confess to you and Ron..."

Hermione nodded, looking serious, which made Harry even more nervous.

He decided to start off easy.

"Roald is indeed a wizard." He said, "He also had a career in the Muggle world, so I didn't find out until now. Later, because of an accident, he confessed to me..."

Hermione didn't seem surprised at all, but relaxed like a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing." She actually comforted Harry, "You've attracted too much attention recently, and I've been worried about what the reporters will do if they dig him out. At least wizards still have the power to fight against Death Eaters."

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, probably not just for fighting...

"Then why has he been hiding his identity?" Hermione asked curiously.

This was going to be the tough part, but Harry had to face it.

"Because he is a dark wizard, and his identity is not simple."

A look of surprise finally appeared on Hermione's face, "Is he a Death Eater?"

Harry shook his head, that might be easier...

"You have to promise me one thing, Hermione."

Hermione watched his expression and said softly: "Secret it, right? Don't show this expression, of course I know, this is the most basic."

"Anyway—" Harry's heart was beating heavily and painfully, and he emphasized gravely, "Whoever—"

The smile on Hermione's face disappeared, and Harry's look told her that the secret that was coming up was no small matter.

"I won't tell anyone, Harry."

Harry's voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Hermione's expression turned worried.Harry drew his wand, intending to cast another Silencing Charm to prevent his friend from screaming uncontrollably, but his friend stopped him.

"What do you want, Harry? No magic is allowed on holiday," said Hermione warily.

Harry suddenly realized that he had broken the rules more than once this holiday, but there had been no lawsuits from the Ministry of Magic...

But except for Sirius at the very beginning, Voldemort was present every time he used magic, and he never stopped Harry.If the Dark Lord hadn't had the unique idea of ​​depriving the Savior of his wand through the Ministry of Magic - not in bed - then it should be fine.

"...Thank you for reminding me." Harry withdrew his wand, not planning to take the risk of challenging the Ministry of Magic's monitoring alone. "This matter is very important, Hermione, can I tell you at school? It's not safe here."

Many speculations ran through Hermione's mind, each one very disturbing, but Harry's pleading gaze made her nod in concern.

The last few days before the start of school flew by, and when Mr. Weasley sent them to platform nine and three-quarters, there were several extra acquaintances who specially saw Harry off.

Lupine, Sirius, and even Moody, but the one that surprised Harry the most was—

"Sir!" Harry looked at the old man with a goatee in surprise. His hale and hearty appearance was completely different from that in Tinta Castle. "You're really fine!"

"Just call me Aberforth, Harry." The fierce wrinkles on Aberforth's face were crumpled into a smile that reminded him of his brother, "It's all thanks to—" He closed his mouth suddenly, But a mysterious force pried it open again, and said mechanically: "Praise the Dark Lord!"

Except for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, everyone else showed expressions of horror, including Harry.

"The function of the Secrecy Charm," Lupine explained, "whenever there is a possibility of a leak, what he says becomes the content of the magical agreement."

Ron showed a terrifying expression: "...Praise the mysterious man?"

"There are a lot of disgusting people." Sirius said darkly, "I've only heard 'Slytherin supremacy', 'Invincible black magic' and the like..."

Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or not.But Aberforth couldn't laugh at all, and yelled at them fiercely, "Enough! Let's go, brats!"

Now he was one of the imps again.But Harry thought he could forgive the old man for his mercurial temper.

At least the one who "admired" him more...

Harry picked up his suitcase and turned a corner in his thinking.

A shy thought crept out.

——His temper...isn't that bad?