The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry went back to his bedroom and hurriedly changed back into his clothes.Woke up Ron, who hadn't slept much.

"Where were you last night?" he asked.

"Well...Night Tour, same as before." Harry responded vaguely.

Ron fell silent.

Harry paused strangely after making the bed.

"how?"

"...you didn't bring your mobile phone." Ron struggled for a moment, lowered his voice cautiously, "he... called..."

Harry was startled: "What?"

"I... accidentally hung up." Ron said guilty.

Harry laughed in astonishment: "You are awesome, brother. Seriously, I dare not hang up his phone."

Ron's face turned pale all of a sudden: "I, I didn't do it on purpose, I won't use that..." He asked in a crying voice, "I won't die, will I?"

Harry wanted to laugh but felt that he shouldn't, and it was very hard for him to bear it.

"No." He shook his head, "but don't make him think about it a second time."

The two of them went back to bed to catch up on sleep again.It didn't take long for them to pack their things, go to the auditorium to have breakfast, and accept Professor McGonagall's course selection guidance by the way.This year, the number of their courses has been greatly reduced, but the difficulty has been increased. Professor McGonagall will judge whether they are eligible for high-difficulty courses based on their OWLs results.

"Is it still too late for me to give up taking Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Ron said unrepentantly.

As soon as they reached the common room, Hermione was already sitting on the sofa waiting.She obviously didn't rest well, her eyelids were swollen, and her lips were only very pale.But she noticed something as soon as she saw them, and frowned.Both Harry and Ron were familiar with that look, and it meant they had done something wrong.

"Where's your ribbon?" Sure enough, Hermione asked right away.

That's when Harry noticed that almost all of them were adorned with the red ribbons that Dumbledore had handed out the night before.Most of them were carefully sewn under the house crest, as Dumbledore had suggested; a few girls used it to braid their hair, and Harry had seen it sewn into the pattern of school robes.However, they had been discussing Voldemort's identity last night, and had long since forgotten about the ribbon.

Hermione was clearly as distracted as they were, with ribbons tangled around her wrists.Harry recalled that after he got it, he put it in his pocket, touched the coat, and it was still there.

"Ron, your ribbon." A sweet female voice popped out, and Lavender Brown picked up the fallen magic ribbon from the ground and handed it to Ron.

"Thank you..." Ron took it in a daze.Lavender fiddled with the magic ribbon that he used as a hair tie, and said to him foolishly: "I also forgot to sew it on the clothes last night, but they all said it would be good."

"Ah, it's pretty..." Ron said awkwardly.

Lavender let out an exaggerated giggle.

Hermione's expression became indifferent, and Harry wanted to remind Ron, but was stopped by her cold eyes.

"I'll go first. Take your time and take a look."

"Hermione!" Harry tried to save her, but she walked away without looking back.

Ron turned around, hesitated for a while, and heard Lavender's sweet voice again: "Thank you! Your mouth is so sweet, Ron!"

"No, nothing..." Ron said awkwardly.

Harry shook his head resignedly, deciding to leave him alone.

The cafeteria has guys who are really worth the trouble.Harry was distraught at the thought of the morning's breakup, but couldn't help but look forward to it on the way to the cafeteria.

After all... we can see each other every day from now on.

The idea didn't last long, Harry didn't find Voldemort at the staff table.

He was a little disappointed, but found it lightened the atmosphere at the staff table.Compared with last night, all the professors moved more freely.

...It should be a good thing.he thought helplessly.

After a while, Ginny and Dean appeared together, followed by Ron, frowning.Ginny looked very bored.

They came to Harry and Hermione. Ginny didn't sleep well last night, her eyes were slightly darkened, but she still cheered up and greeted them.

"Professor McGonagall talked to me." She said to them while pulling Dean to sit down. "It's very complicated. It seems that Dumbledore and him have reached an agreement that cannot be made public. The professor told me to take it with me." Ribbons from the school."

Her own was tied around her neck with a bow at the back of her neck.Dean couldn't help but brush her hair back, revealing the ribbon, and the Gryffindor red made her neck look long and fair.

Dean couldn't move his eyes.

"Don't touch my sister." Ron said coldly standing behind them, startling both of them.Cut off Dean's unspoken compliment.

The smile Ginny was about to show froze.She couldn't bear it and shouted: "What right do you have to control me, Ron? You haven't even held a girl's hand!"

Her words killed Ron, his face flushed, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "...I keep myself clean!"

Hermione let out a loud sneer, and Harry gave her a startled look, unable to believe it was Hermione's voice.Ginny also sneered, "You can't win a girl's heart at all, Ron. Don't educate me." She stood up, pulled Dean away, and changed a place away from them.

Ron stood still and said angrily, "Look at that bastard Dean! He just hides behind his girlfriend and doesn't say a word!"

When he said this, his eyes pretended to glance at Hermione inadvertently, but unfortunately the latter ate without saying a word as if he hadn't seen him.

Harry said: "Sit down and eat quickly, Ron, Professor McGonagall will give us course selection guidance in a while."

Ron sat down reluctantly, trying to continue to slander Dean, but Harry was impressed with Dean's performance last night and could barely cope with it.Soon Ron was gnawing on the drumsticks without interest.

The dinner table fell into the cold fight between the two that had made Harry suffer so much.

Harry almost missed the torture last night, how united and friendly they were at that time, in the name of Voldemort...

Also as a boyfriend, comparing the treatment of Voldemort and Dean, Harry suddenly wasn't sure which was more unfortunate.At least Ron wasn't going to tell Voldemort not to touch it... probably.

Harry prayed he wouldn't.

Maybe he should really supervise him sewing the magic ribbon.

After breakfast, Professor McGonagall came over to guide each Gryffindor in the sixth grade on course selection.

"You got an E in Potions..."

"Yes," said Harry optimistically, "so I can't go on with Snape's Advanced Potions class."

Professor McGonagall raised his eyes and looked at him from above his glasses with an ominous look.

"Then I have to congratulate you, Mr. Potter. Professor Snape thought it necessary for you to continue studying Potions, and made an exception to approve your course application."

"Wha...but I didn't apply, Professor?" Harry couldn't help but exclaimed.

"I think someone is applying on your behalf." Professor McGonagall said half-covered, "The new professor..."

Harry understood, and couldn't help but glance at the staff desk again.Why didn't Voldemort show up?Don't you plan to eat in the cafeteria in the future?On the contrary, it was not unexpected that he applied for the Potions course without authorization, after all, the "Advanced Potion Making" thrown to him during the summer vacation had already foreshadowed it.

Seeing that Harry accepted it calmly, Professor McGonagall couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Be careful with him... find me or Dumbledore if necessary."

Harry felt a rush of warmth in his heart, and nodded her reassurance.

Ron let out a howl when their timetable came out.Because their first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I suspect it was also his first class." Ron murmured grayly. "I hope he has forgotten about last night."

He hadn't slept all night and probably wasn't quite awake.thought Harry.It is not impossible to forget.

"I'm going to rune class." Hermione suddenly got up to pack her textbooks.

"See you later," Harry said to her.Ron fell silent suddenly.Hermione didn't give him any glances, picked up the book and left.

Harry glanced at Ron, who was not looking sideways, sighed secretly, and they started again.He would rather be fighting Voldemort now in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, slamming the door.

An hour later, they walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on a sunny day.It was full of chirping discussions, Gryffindor and Slytherin sat on both sides clearly, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were mixed in the middle.

As expected, the students of Slytherin showed mixed emotions of excitement and nervousness; the other houses appeared extremely chaotic, many girls were discussing something expectantly, while many boys showed expressions of contempt.

When Hermione walked past the Slytherin seats, Draco in the first row couldn't help but say, "You had such a wonderful expression last night, Granger."

Hermione stopped in her tracks and stared at him tiredly but powerfully: "For nothing, I changed my mind about you, Malfoy. Slytherins are a bunch of bastards full of lies!"

That's right.Harry heartily agreed.

Hermione's words caused boos among the Slytherins, but she ignored them and stormed to the Gryffindor's place.

No sooner had they sat down than there was an exclamation in the classroom: "Stop, Seamus!"

A stiff Cornish pixie whirled and bounced towards the podium, apparently a fake creature created by the Transfiguration spell.

"Let's see if the new professor will be scared by the elf to get under the podium!" Seamus Finnigan said with a smile.

There was a moment of silence among the Slytherins before a gleeful snigger broke out.Seamus showed a smug expression, obviously misunderstood the object of their schadenfreude.

Harry felt Hermione and Ron clutching his arm in unison.

"He's dead..." said Ron in horror.

"He has to be stopped—" Hermione's anxious voice stopped abruptly.Because the door of the classroom opened, Voldemort appeared there with his pupil color changed.

The Slytherins fell silent almost instantly, apparently keeping their eyes on the door.The fake Cornish elf just happened to bounce off the platform and flew right in the face of the person who came.

The whole class was paying attention to the new professor's reaction.

Harry simply didn't know who to pray for.

Voldemort seemed a little surprised by such a warm welcome, but he didn't make any special movements. The Transfiguration elf made the sound of hitting the steel plate, and the gray-blue body squeezed into a flat half in midair.

Voldemort closed the door casually, and the elf's other side seemed to be squeezed by an invisible steel plate, and was slowly pressed into a gray-blue pie in front of him.If it was a living creature, it would have died of extreme pain at this time.

Seamus' face turned pale, and the elf's Transfiguration was affected and swelled faintly.It couldn't resist the pressure from the front and back sides, it could only extend to the surroundings, and its color became yellowish and shiny, showing a tendency to explode.

The students in the front row couldn't help but lean back and hide.

The expansion of the elf was oppressed again, and this time it was squeezed inward from all sides, forming a tight cube. The pressure caused by the expansion and extrusion finally made it burst completely, making a distorted muffled sound, inside the invisible cube It burned and glowed, and instantly disintegrated into a piece of ashes, and even the original deformed object could not be seen.

During the whole explosion process, no particle of dust escaped from the range of the cube.

The classroom became silent.

Voldemort walked to the podium and looked at the list on the parchment.

"So, roll call?"

Harry hoped that meant he wasn't going to pursue this particular welcome.