The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Hermione couldn't sleep in bed.

The mysterious man is cunning and evil, will the sincere Harry be his opponent?

If he knew what Harry was thinking, wouldn't he really be angry?

What happened to Dumbledore's hand at the start-of-term dinner?Is it related to the reason why the mysterious man entered Hogwarts?

If Harry didn't join the Order of the Phoenix, how would he protect himself from danger?

……

A flood of worries tormented Hermione.

Perhaps the most crucial question is what the You-Know-Who thinks of Harry.

Hermione got out of bed, and the bedroom was silent.

She walked to the window, wanting to blow some air, when she heard something knocking on the window frame.

When I got closer, I realized that it was Ron riding a broom!

"Hermione! It's bad!"

As soon as he opened the window, Ron couldn't wait to speak.

"Hush!" Hermione quickly raised her index finger, glanced back at the beds of her roommates, and said in a low voice, "Hush! What's wrong?"

Ron lowered his voice anxiously: "Harry is gone!"

"...Go to the lounge and talk." Hermione slammed the window shut.

It wasn't that Ron insisted on harassing the girls' dormitory in this way, but that the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor would automatically recognize gender, and if a boy stepped on it, the steps would automatically turn into a smooth surface and throw people off.

Hermione put on her coat and came down the stairs.Ron soon appeared pale.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked.

"I woke up in the middle of the night and found that Harry was gone." Ron shivered and took out his phone, "This thing of his is shaking, I don't know how to use it, no, accidentally hung up..."

Hermione took it over, "Harry must have gone on a night excursion, and forgot to bring his mobile phone, it's no big deal—"

"But, but..." Ron wanted to cry without tears, "It's the mysterious man!"

Hermione's expression froze, her fingers flipped through the communication log mechanically, and a row of "Tom" came into view.The top one, marked with a big cross, is a missed call.

"I-I hung up on that guy! What to do? Hermione!" Ron asked in horror, "He's going to kill me!"

Hermione's complexion was very bad, and she walked back and forth annoyedly holding her mobile phone.

Finally she sat down and said to Ron seriously, "We've got to call back."

"What?!" Ron's face said: You're crazy!

"Keep quiet," Hermione said coldly.

She didn't need to emphasize at all, the moment Ron pressed the dial button, Ron stepped back and covered his mouth tightly.

Hermione ignored him, waiting with a heavy heart for the call to connect.

She was also very nervous, but she knew they couldn't escape, and it would be innocent Harry.

The phone was not connected immediately, and she felt a layer of sweat on her palms.

Time seemed endless, and she waited anxiously.

Suddenly, with a beep, the phone was connected.

Hermione jumped, and Ron turned pale with fright at the sight of her.

The sound of electric current came into the earpiece quietly, without human voice.

Hermione said boldly, "...how are you?"

"Granger." Said a male voice that Hogsmeade had heard before.

A shudder ran down her spine and through her skin, and Hermione managed to keep her composure and said, "It's me."

Ron shook his head unconsciously, watching her in awe, as if that would stop Voldemort from crawling out of the receiver and killing everyone.

Hermione didn't have the energy to deal with him, trying desperately to figure out how to start the conversation.

Unexpectedly, he asked directly, "Where is Harry?"

Hermione put her heart back into her stomach, and quickly explained: "Harry is gone. The phone is on his bed, and Ron can't use it. I don't know where to press it. The vibration of the incoming call stopped, so he came to me to ask... …We were discussing where Harry was going, did you know—”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Ron looked at her in horror and mouthed, "What's wrong?"

Hermione put down the phone and said dryly, "He's hung up."

Voldemort was not interested in small talk with Granger.

Hearing that they didn't know Harry's whereabouts, he hung up the phone without hesitation, grabbed a coat from the hanger, and stepped into the fireplace while wearing it.

"Hogsmeade train station."

The green flames burned, and the people disappeared.

#

Harry came to Pub Street outside Hogsmeade.

He hadn't been here for a long time since that meeting with Tom.

Tonight he suddenly felt similar to the day Qiu Zhang broke up.

Want to escape from everything.

Escape from the name of the savior, escape from the expectations of teachers and friends, escape from the eyes of the wizarding world... Just be an unknown pawn, get drunk in a corner that no one knows.

The only people he misses are the last ones to miss.

It was also the source of his desire to escape.

The questions Hermione asked and didn't ask still burned in her chest.

He needs some cold, bitter liquid to water him.

When he was wearing the invisibility cloak, he still felt the breath of someone who handled it.

He knew it was just an illusion, but he couldn't get those images out of his mind.

They are sweet, and because of that, they burn.

He came to Muggle Street as if fleeing, pulled off his invisibility cloak, and took a short breath before strolling through the bar street at night.

He knew that the familiar bar was not far away on the corner of the street.

But he didn't feel like he wanted to be there.

Any one will do, not that one.

He walked past the neon sign of Moen's Bar, telling himself not to look.

But someone stopped him.

"Little handsome guy!" The waiter's memory is surprisingly good, "You haven't been here for a long time, go in and have a seat."

"No..." said Harry, stopping in his tracks.

"What's wrong? Where's your sugar daddy boyfriend?" He asked with a smile.

Harry was stunned: "...what boyfriend?"

"SugerDaddy (sugar daddy)," the waiter smiled and led him inside, "I have money, I am willing to spend money for you, and I am very possessive. Am I right?"

...damn accurate.

"Except for the money part," Harry muttered, "I have money."

"Huh, you don't know?" the waiter asked curiously, "The last time you came, he paid for a whole month's seat occupancy fee in advance, but that's the only time he came. Isn't that called paying you? "

Harry opened his mouth wide: "I don't know..."

He heard his heart beat a little faster and told it silently: Muggle money is not money.

"Maybe he just doesn't want you to know." The waiter winked at him and pushed open the bar door, "Please."

The noise from the bar rushed towards his face, the psychedelic dancing lights shone with dazzling colors, there were still a few cynical sluts wandering around the door, Harry also saw the Muggles who had mischievous intentions against him last time.It seems to be called... Nicholson?

The waiter made a gesture to them, indicating that the handsome guy is alone today.

Harry didn't pay attention to him, just stared at the... "Nicholson?"

The waiter didn't expect him to strike up a conversation, and immediately introduced him positively: "It's Nichols, handsome guy. He drives a 720S today. He's the young master of the McLaren family. Maybe he's richer than your sugar daddy."

Harry frowned, having no idea what he was talking about, but Nichols' expression made him suspicious.

"Nickels." He waved at him.

The libertines were immediately excited, pushing Nichols to Harry, and pulling the waiter aside to look for their next target.

Harry's expression became serious, because Nichols' eyes were glazed over and flinched, completely lacking the slick hospitality of last time.

"You, hello..." He said blankly.

Harry knew this symptom was a sign of the Imperius Curse.

He took a step closer and asked, "What does he want you to do?"

Nichols took a step back as if startled, muttering: "Can't...no...stay away from him...or you'll die..."

The environment of the bar was very noisy, and Harry had to use the Silencing Charm to suppress the noise and hear Nichols talking to himself clearly.

"What did he do to you?" Harry instead took another step closer.

Nichols backed away in fright, and said incoherently: "No, no, no... Love Handbook, Love Handbook!..."How to Love Gracefully" is a lie, that one is a lie! We won't be the first time Go to bed - movie, to the cinema, then dinner, the more expensive the better, step by step..."

Harry's eyes turned from astonishment to bewilderment, and then he gradually understood what happened.

Vol... Voldemort asked him for advice on how to fall in love?

Even Harry was a little shocked.

what's the situation?He worked so hard secretly?

He had always thought that Voldemort was naturally good at these...

Harry felt himself blushing.

An excited little beast laughed and screamed in his heart.

He tried to make himself aware of Nichols' fear, he was under the Imperius Curse!

...Damn it, this bastard can't die anyway!

Harry shoved him indiscriminately and rushed out of the Moen's Bar.

He has to change places, there are too many memories here.

The cool evening wind blew away the heat from his face.

He randomly found a bar, ordered a table of draft beer, and poured it without hesitation.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't want to wake up at all tonight.

Maybe try whiskey.He lay down on the table, thinking drunkenly.The image of Tom sipping whiskey the night they first met came back to mind.

The night was deeper.

A fog-like black shadow shuttled across the street, like a sensitive fish, suddenly arrived, turned into a human form, and walked into the Moen Bar.

The Muggles ignored the curse, and no one noticed him.

Not here.

Voldemort swept across the seats in the bar quickly, and even though the lights were dim and the voices were loud, he could easily confirm this matter.

He stopped looking, took out his wand, and tapped the air.

A silver speck of light floated out, drifted up and down towards the wall, and passed to the other side.He also turned into black mist and followed.

In a music bar not far from Moen's Bar, Harry was drinking so much that his tongue was tied up, and his whole body was buoyant. He had never felt so good.

He didn't pay attention when he came in, and sat directly in the chaotic lobby. At this time, he fell unconscious on the table, attracting the waiter's attention.

"Sir, sir...you still have a bill to pay." The waiter pushed his shoulder, Harry smacked his lips in a daze, and muttered softly: "I have money..."

A vein popped up on the waiter's forehead, if you have money, you should spend it!

He asked patiently, "Sir, cash or credit card?"

A middle-aged fat man with a bald head stood up next to him, and said with a smile, "I'll pay for this kid, go get the bill."

The waiter looked at him hesitantly, finally succumbed to the power of money, and signed the bill for him.

The fat man sat next to Harry, and murmured in a low voice, "This is considered paid prostitution, so tender..."

He patted Harry on the shoulder and said kindly, "Hello, lad."

Harry raised his head with difficulty, glanced at him and fell down again.

"It's ugly..." he muttered.

The fat man's flattering smile froze.

"Brat, who do you think paid for you? If you don't know the good and the bad—"

Harry frowned and complained, "Be quiet."

He fumbled for the wand randomly, and the Silencing Charm was applied directly to the fat man.Blocked his words.

Harry squinted his eyes in satisfaction, rubbing the table comfortably.A little hard and a little cold.But that's okay, he's happy now.

The fat man didn't know the effect of the Silencing Curse, thinking that his threat had worked.He proudly picked up Harry's wine glass, thinking about which hotel to take him to in a while.

Before his mouth touched the wine glass, he suddenly lost his support and his butt fell hard to the ground.

His chair disappeared.

At the same time, a black figure exuding murderous aura appeared in front of the table at some point, staring at him coldly.

"You did it?" The fat man stood up angrily, rubbing his butt in pain.

Harry raised his eyes before he did, lifting his heavy head slightly when he saw the person coming.

"You—you're here..." He said with his tongue out, and unconsciously showed a smirk, "Hey..."

Voldemort angrily yanked him off the table and cast a spell on him.

In an instant, an invisible force collapsed the table and chairs.Everything from the wine glass to the steel skeleton was squished into a flat cake, embedded in the floor like a distorted abstract painting.

The fat man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground again, his expression pale.

"Big brother, please forgive me..."

Voldemort stared at him grimly, and was just about to raise his wand.Unfortunately, Harry couldn't support himself, and he fell down. The hand holding the wand made a bend and grabbed Harry's waist, holding him in his arms.

"...How much did you drink?" He lowered his head and asked irritably.

Harry leaned on him limply: "But, there are too many—"

The fat man took the opportunity to get up and run, and Voldemort switched hands with his wand——

"Don't kill..." Harry dawdled unconsciously against his chest.

"...forget nothing."

He hugged Harry and turned into a black mist and left.