The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The rest of the journey was breathless.

Hermione did her homework, motionless, without turning a single page.

Ron occupied Harry's "Quidditch Star Weekly", repeatedly flipping through the interviews of the characters on the cover, sneering from time to time.

The atmosphere in the box was more dull than the bottom of the Black Lake, and Harry had the urge to run for the door.

Before the train arrived at the station, they took turns changing their school uniforms without saying a word.The five-year tacit understanding allowed the three of them to go through the entire process without communicating.

Harry was eager to find something to do, but the first thing that popped into his mind was the phone, and he fought the urge—Hermione would have to yell—to get the new Defense Against the Dark Arts book. Take out the textbook "The Order of Magic" and look through it. Maybe there are some clues about the new professor.

Of course, like Hermione, he couldn't read a single line, and finally just stared at the illustration in a daze.

Later, he even pulled in Luna who was passing by the door to enliven the atmosphere.The crazy girl is prowling around with a pair of exaggerated glasses and is happy to be invited in by Harry.

Hermione looked at him with disapproving eyes, and Ron pretended that no one was in the box and ignored everyone.

Harry was determined to chat with Luna.No matter what she said about unconstrained topics, she answered calmly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really charming, Harry?" Luna said briskly.

"Thanks," said Harry, "no one really did."

Ron turned a page of the magazine noisily.

Harry and Hermione obediently ignored it.

"Ron." Only Luna glanced at him and said kindly, "I noticed that you and Harry have grown a lot taller."

Ron's neck moved reflexively, but he didn't speak.

Luna continued: "The rhino horn flying insects on North Jiashi Island can secrete a growth-promoting reproductive fluid. The pumpkins produced there are helpful for development, but if you eat too much, you may become a giant."

Harry smiled inclusively: "We did eat a lot of pumpkins."

"...it's pumpkin porridge." Ron said stiffly, "It's impossible for a wizard to become a giant."

Hermione looked up to say something, but glanced at Ron and gave up.

The atmosphere improved a little with Luna's joining. They talked about random topics without embarrassment, and finally stayed until the train arrived.

Hermione and Ron were off to their prefect duties again.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and got into the carriage pulled by thestrals together with Luna.Before closing the door, Draco also squeezed in.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked in surprise.

Luna greeted happily: "Draco."

Draco obviously didn't expect her to be in the car, and was taken aback, "You... okay." He looked at Harry suspiciously, "You two have such a good relationship?"

"I didn't know you were friends with Harry either." Luna took off half of the exaggerated goggles and said sharply.

Draco's face was starting to look awkward. Squeezing into their car was a hasty decision.

Harry suddenly whispered, "Disarm."

With a flash of light, the wand flew out of Draco's hand.

"Potter!" Draco yelled angrily, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'll pay you back when I get out of the car." Harry glanced at Luna and said meaningfully, "Prevent you from provoking first."

Draco understood instantly, and looked out the window pretending to be angry.There was a trace of admiration for Harry in my heart.

Luna, who was on the sidelines, put on her anti-demon glasses again and looked at the top of the carriage, as if she was worried that a ghost would emerge there, and she didn't know how much she believed in their impromptu performance.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the castle. After entering the gate, they had to walk to different college dining tables.

Harry and Draco took a few steps behind Luna tacitly, saying goodbye to her first.

"Announcement about that will be made later." Draco took the wand and gave him a final piece of advice in a low voice, "Be smart and don't mess it up."

Wouldn't it be better to tell him directly?Harry cursed secretly.

He walked towards the Gryffindor long table, while looking towards the front staff table, wanting to see this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in advance.

But until he found a place to sit down, he didn't find the shadow of the new professor.The seat next to Dumbledore was vacant, and it seemed that the new professor was late.

Hermione and Ron walked over one after the other, and sat down opposite and next to him respectively, pretending that the other didn't exist.But Ron ignored even Harry, staring in Ginny's direction unkindly, as if ready to rush over when she and Dean approached.

Hermione greeted Harry with a serious expression as if attending a funeral.

There are countless doubts and worries hidden under that expression, which cannot be expressed due to the occasion.

Harry gave her a "later" look and looked away.He had never felt so bad at a start-of-term party, not even a third-year dementor had drained the air dry.

This year's freshmen gradually gathered at the staff table, and the timid little faces made Harry relax a little, recalling that he was so nervous back then.

In fact, the sorting ceremony is not difficult at all, just need to put on a dirty hat and chat with it for a while.

Some people didn't even need to talk for a day, and shouted the result the moment the Sorting Hat touched their hair.This generally means that some of their traits are so strong that they dominate.

There was no doubt, thought Harry, that Voldemort was of the type.

In Harry's fugue, the sorting ceremony begins.People were constantly being assigned to the four colleges, and the senior students applauded collectively to welcome them, giving themselves something to do while waiting.

Harry glanced at the staff table from time to time, and the seat next to Dumbledore was always empty.

"This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't appeared yet?" Hermione also paid attention there, "I didn't find the professor accompanying me on the train, so I thought it was coming early."

"Didn't Moody say the new professor was in danger?" Ginny leaned closer, discussing in a low voice, "Maybe Dumbledore decided to fire him—or her."

"It's getting harder and harder to find someone for this position." Her boyfriend Dean followed suit and said, "Professor Umbridge last year had the worst end ever-'I can't lie'- tsk tsk, scene All photos of it were banned. I guess Dumbledore didn't have a choice."

Harry should have felt serious, but neither Umbridge's deservedness nor the last words written in blood could make him feel sympathetic.

Draco said that was what he told the Dark Lord.

Harry felt a slight tightening in his stomach, but he wasn't hungry.

"Get away from my sister!" Ron growled at Dean.

"Leave him alone, Dean." Ginny turned to Ron angrily. "It's none of your business!"

"I am your brother!"

"He is my boyfriend!"

Another new student was sorted into Gryffindor, and everyone applauded consciously.Ginny and Ron's argument was watered down.They each turned their heads angrily.

Dean comforted Ginny in a low voice, and Ron's face darkened even more.

This scene made Harry feel uncomfortable.He seemed to see his own future.

Considering how difficult Voldemort is, Dean is no match at all, and it should actually be darker.

The sorting ceremony was over, and Dumbledore announced the start of the dinner. Delicious food appeared on the empty plates in an instant, and the sweet and delicious visual stimulation made people feel tired.

Harry was finally freed from the unbearable atmosphere, he could stop thinking about messy troubles and concentrate on eating.

It's a pity that things often don't develop according to his wishes.

Halfway through the meal, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed significantly.

The lobby seemed to be much quieter. Many students who ate fast put down their knives and forks ahead of time and started whispering.The familiar annoying laughter kept ringing in Harry's ears, occasionally mixed with excited discussions.

"...Could it be him?..."

"Oh my god, I didn't expect...it's too handsome..."

"...not...another Lockhart..."

Most of the people looked in the direction of the staff table, Harry put down the half-eaten chicken leg, and followed.

It didn't take him much effort to discover the focus of everyone's discussion, because it was too conspicuous——

Among the middle-aged and elderly professors with gray hair and loose skin, the new professor who appeared in the seat next to Dumbledore was simply outstanding, even if he was sitting in the corner, he could catch his eyes effortlessly.

Thick and smooth black hair, high nose bridge, dark eyebrows and pale skin.

It was the image of Tom Roald.

This is impossible--!

Harry nearly jumped out of his seat.

—Be smart and don't mess it up.

Draco's warning suddenly came to mind.

Harry looked away abruptly, his heart pounding.

He stared blankly at the half-cut steak on his plate.Moody's warning, Draco's hesitation, Voldemort's unanswered text messages...all connected in series.

They already knew... Dumbledore and Voldemort had arranged...

"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Before Harry could stop her, she followed everyone's gaze to look at the teacher's long table.

Then the back of her head froze.

"Since everyone is not in the mood to eat, let me introduce you first." Dumbledore stood up, faced the curious and excited eyes of many students, and said calmly, "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Tom Riley Professor Del."

Ron spewed out his half-drinked pumpkin porridge, looked up for the warrior with the same name as Voldemort, and found that he was hallucinating.

How did Harry's boyfriend show up at Hogwarts?

Before he could figure it out, Ginny finally screamed uncontrollably.

Harry looked at Voldemort immediately.

The goddamn bastard was grinning at him.