The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

On the platform, when Harry and his friends said goodbye to their parents, Moody took him aside alone.

"Remember the position I once held?" Moody waved his wand a few times, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent, "You know, this position is changed every year, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... now I Can't say yet, but be careful, Harry. You too."

Harry and his friends looked at each other.

Moody finally said to them: "Remember, Dumbledore is with you. Get in the car."

He waved to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and several people came up again, surrounded Harry tightly and firmly, and surrounded them to board the car to prevent reporters from entanglement.

Though grateful, Harry still felt a little suffocated.

Fortunately, he insisted on letting Sirius stay at home, otherwise he would not be able to say goodbye to him properly.

Boarding the train, things were not much better.Hermione and Ron were going to the Prefects' Box - although they didn't even speak to each other - before leaving, Hermione gave Harry a "I'll wait" look and Ron gave them a suspicious look With a glance, he turned his head and walked away, almost making Harry suspect that he was about to have a cold war with himself.

Moody's words lingered in Harry's mind. He was upset and wanted to find a box to sit down, but was blocked by Ginny's friend.They greeted Ginny, who was next to Harry, while they peeked at him and let out irritating giggles.

Ginny sensed his mood and said to him empathetically, "I'm waiting for Dean, Harry, you go first."

Harry nodded, and fled from their encirclement as if fleeing.

The voyeurism around him became even more extreme, and after reports in the newspapers and media, the students of Hogwarts rekindled their admiration and curiosity for him.Some people stared at him and called him: "The savior of the world!"

Harry found an empty box at random, locked the door tightly, and made up his mind not to open it until the station.

He put away his luggage and the train started.The scenery outside the window spread out like an endless magnificent scroll, flowing slowly, slightly soothing his disturbed mood.

The truth about to tell Hermione and Moody's vague warnings were rolling in his mind, and Harry bought a copy of "Quidditch Star Weekly" when the conductor passed by, trying to make himself forget about them for a while.

Unfortunately, his silence didn't last long, as the fair-haired Slytherin saw him at the door and knocked.

Harry looked up and saw the old acquaintance smirking at him.

He put down the magazine and went to open the door, never thinking that there would be a day when he would feel kind to this pale, pointed face that deserved a beating.

"Harry." Draco walked in leisurely, "Why alone?"

Harry looked at the prefect badge on his chest, "I thought you were a Slytherin prefect."

"I am." Draco sat down across from him unceremoniously, "but so is Parkinson, she can do the rest of the work by herself."

Harry closed the door, speechless for a while, "...are all of you Slytherins this shameless?"

Draco's smile stiffened a little. "I assume you don't mean the other Slytherins we all know?"

"Why not?" Harry said angrily, "He is your master."

It wasn't the first time that Draco was secretly startled by his attitude, no Death Eater dared to talk about the Dark Lord in such a tone.He has always felt that Harry's status is different from that of Death Eaters, but he doesn't know how to position him... Maybe it will be clear soon.

Harry glanced out the door and asked, "Are you really going to be in the same box as me? We're supposed to hate each other at school."

"Need a fight?" Draco twirled his wand eagerly, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the bright sunlight, "I just finished reading "The Order of Magic."

Harry was taken aback and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you infected by Hermione?"

"Of course not, are you an idiot? Don't look at this year's—" He stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, looked Harry up and down, and asked thoughtfully, "—you don't know?"

Harry didn't answer, narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell me."

Whatever it was, Draco obviously knew.

"If you don't know, I can't tell."

Draco stood up and reached for the compartment door.

Harry grabbed his wrist quickly.

"Explain clearly."

"I can't do it, don't you understand?"

Draco broke free from his grip, opened the compartment door and left.

Harry didn't chase him out, sat back in his seat, and took out his phone to text someone.

[What's wrong with this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? ]

Harry waited for a while with no reply.

He stared at his phone, wondering if he should make a call.

Draco's insinuation was very explicit, and Voldemort was getting in the way.

No wonder Moody would specifically remind them.

Could it be that another dangerous Death Eater was going to teach, like in the fourth grade?

Anyway, you'll find out right away.Harry decided to call Voldemort again in the evening to get an explanation for his non-response to his texts.

Compared to this, Harry was more anxious about telling Hermione about Voldemort's identity today.

The weather outside the car window was flickering, and sometimes it looked like it was going to rain, but when driving through a haze, the sun suddenly came out.

Hermione ended her patrol early, found Harry's box and entered.

"Where's Ron?" Harry decided to ask that first.

Hermione thumped out her textbook and gave Harry a cold look, as if he'd done something wrong.

Harry didn't back down: "Enough, Hermione, what's going on with you? It's been a summer vacation."

"What's the matter with 'us'?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and screamed, "What's the matter with 'he'! The prefect is on patrol! He went straight into the box and giggled with a group of girls!"

Harry thought she must be exaggerating, and asked, "So you just left him?"

"Who cares about him?" said Hermione contemptuously. "I think he'd love to hear Brown brag about his hair and eyelashes."

"..." Harry had an absurd feeling, and he couldn't be blamed for being sensitive, Hermione's state was almost familiar...like how he felt about Catherine when he and Tom first dated.

Maybe the object is a little off, but...

"You look kind of jealous," Harry whispered.

Hermione had just opened her standard spell book, and looked up in shock: "Stop joking, Harry! How is that possible?"

"Okay..." Harry said, "I'm just saying it offhand."

But he reminded Hermione of one thing.

"Roald's identity, do you still remember that you said you would tell me?"

Harry draped the Quidditch Weekly over his face, and Krum grinned at Hermione on the cover.Hermione ruthlessly grabbed the magazine down.

"What should come will come." Harry muttered and stood up, went to close the door tightly, and put on several layers of insurance with his wand.

Hermione sat tight and waited.

"Roald...not his real name."

Harry pretended to release serious information normally.

"His original surname was Riddle."

It wasn't until he finished speaking that the violent heartbeat pierced Harry's eardrums like thunder.

For a few seconds, he couldn't believe he just said that.

"So, his full name is..." Hermione's expression went blank, and it took her a while to find the strength to speak, as if it was difficult to digest this simple message, "Tom Riddle... is the... Tom Riddle Riddle?"

The pronunciation of the ending has been slightly deformed because of fear.

She has figured it out.

Harry nodded slowly and gravely.

For a while, they just stared at each other in silence.

Hermione's eyes flickered fragilely, trying to deny the horrible truth she had just heard.

But Harry's eyes didn't waver.

A figure swayed outside the door of the box, interrupting their secret conversation.Ron is back on patrol.

Harry got up to open the door, but Hermione grabbed him.

"No! Don't tell Ron yet." She said anxiously, "He can't take it..."

Harry nodded sympathetically, and removed the Silencing Charm in the private room with his wand.The sound of Ron knocking on the door panel was heard.

Harry opened the door, and Ron, looking back and forth between him and Hermione, sat down by Harry's side with a sullen face.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you open the door?" he asked.

Harry felt as uncomfortable as being interrogated, but he couldn't be angry with Ron who had been lied to.

I had no choice but to say dryly: "It's nothing. I bought the "Quidditch Star Weekly", do you want to read it?"

The look in Ron's eyes made Harry realize that from this moment on, he was also included in the Cold War.