The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The next roll call, the students in the whole classroom were very obedient.

Rumors about Professor Riddle's pompous appearance and the possibility of being a second Lockhart proved unfounded.

Except for Seamo, who risked his life, everyone's expressions were full of eagerness.The Slytherin students were even more admiring, each of them interpreting what it means to be cute and begging for attention.

Voldemort only looked up from the roll when Harry's name was called.

"The famous...chosen one."

Harry stared at him blatantly, without showing any timidity... What was he timid!He felt strangely teased, even a little offended.

"I'm here, Professor." He said slowly.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you in class," said Voldemort.

"Me too," Harry said firmly.Ignoring the horrified stares of Hermione and Ron.

A sporadic smile appeared on Voldemort's lips, he looked away and continued to roll the roll.

The episode brought about an indescribable rapport between them, and Harry's distraught morning mood was strangely soothed, even though he was still emotional.

"After five years of study, all of you here have obtained OWLs of good grades and above, so you can continue to study advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then, before the formal class, I would like to ask a question." Voldemort said after finishing his name , "Can someone tell me, what is an advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

More than half of the Slytherins immediately raised their hands, drawing the amazed looks of the other houses - they had never been so active before - and none of the three houses combined raised as many hands as Slytherins.

Voldemort glanced around, and finally landed on Hermione, who raised her hand high - Harry beside her.

Harry's hair stood on end immediately, and he desperately refused with his eyes-don't ask him!

However, the curve of Voldemort's lips showed a hint of malice familiar to Harry.

"Mr. Potter." He said slowly, "I heard that you are particularly good at Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"It's not as good as you, professor." Harry replied dryly, "I only know the saying in "The Order of Magic". Advanced defense is based on the interpretation and truncation of the magical order."

Gryffindors were very surprised that Harry could tell what he hadn't learned in the textbooks, and even the Slytherins who watched the show were surprised.

Voldemort nodded: "That's right. Magic is orderly, which is closely related to its development history. If you have read some ancient history of magic origins for leisure, you will find that most magic is very rough at the beginning, and can only trigger Some chaos of unknown meaning, the mainstream view is that it is actually a mild magic riot. But with the continuous exploration of the ancestors of wizards, their functions gradually stabilized. At first it was sound control, and later developed props—that is, The prototype of the modern wand."

"The initial magic was based on rough magic riots, which were often difficult to control. Later, we continued to improve on this basis, and we gradually developed a wide range of basic magic - most of the transformation, a small amount of movement and attack Charms. They work on all sorts of objects."

"Later, wizards made further improvements on the basis of these controlled magics, and more advanced magics appeared. Most of the defensive magics are of this type. The simple ones are the standing spell, the slightly advanced anti-illusion spell, and the more complicated red-hearted loyalty spell . . . these are magics that might be called magic. Their objects of action are more abstract, often a defined event."

"However, there is one above all these magics... I think you have learned the three unforgivable curses."

All kinds of dark rumors about the Unforgivable Curse surged through the hearts of the students, and the classroom became even quieter, and none of the four colleges dared to speak out.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again. After his reminder, everyone remembered the legendary experience of the savior - the only living record of escaping the death curse.

Harry cursed him with his eyes, because it was not a pleasant experience to be saluted by a group of people with scars.

Voldemort continued to speak nonchalantly: "The Unforgivable Curse—they are the most representative magic that targets 'concepts'. This is the highest level of magic. It can ignore the low-level magic that has already been applied and cast spells directly on the 'concept' itself. . That's why they're invulnerable."

"But—" Harry couldn't help interrupting, the classroom has been completely covered by a shadow of horror, he can't just watch Voldemort continue to praise the Unpardonable Curse, "The Imperius Curse can be resisted, Professor, I did it, it's not invincible."

"Beautiful idea, well done." Voldemort actually praised with great grace, which made Harry feel as if he punched the air instantly, and he was even a little ashamed, "That's exactly what I want to propose Theory - answer me, Harry, what do you rely on to resist the Imperius Curse?"

He changed his address very naturally.Hermione frowned, but Harry didn't notice.

"Nothing special..." Harry replied with some embarrassment, "I just keep thinking about it, I don't want to, can't... whatever."

"Then, you also used the magic of 'concept'." Voldemort smiled lightly, and Harry almost saw his bewitching expression when he was pretending to be Roald, "a strong enough will is a kind of concept. When you're under Cruciatus, it's less effective if the mind is strong enough to convince yourself that it doesn't hurt at all. Unfortunately, it obviously takes a lot of strength -- a strong, twisted will -- so many people who suffer from Cruciatus Anyone who is cursed for a long time goes mad."

Neville writhed uncomfortably in his seat, and Draco's proud expression since he entered the door suddenly froze.

From the perspective of the podium, you can clearly see the actions of everyone in the audience.But Voldemort just turned a blind eye and chuckled: "This is what I want to tell you, the essence of advanced defense. Use magic above the same level to resist attacks."

"Whether it's black magic or not, the reason why advanced magic is difficult to cast and resist can be explained from this perspective. We can't expect a stupid armor body to resist Cruciatus. First of all, you must understand what you are facing, Only then can effective prevention be made.”

Harry picked up his quill as the students, including Hermione, began rustling notes and he had to keep up with the peloton.

In addition to the three unforgivable curses, many advanced curses and black magic are also conceptual, so it is extremely difficult to cure, and they must be prevented before they happen.

But there are not many people who can cast conceptual black magic, and usually the battle between wizards is dominated by object and event magic.Although their level is not the highest, the magic involved is the most complicated, and using them flexibly is the only way to advanced magic battles.

"Now, you can take out your textbook." Voldemort said, "I don't like to repeat the same theory too many times. The levels of magic and the mutual constraints are explained in detail in "Magic and Order". It will be the content that you need to study after class. In the future classes, I will not give you time to read books. Because what you want to learn is real combat skills."

"It means more practice!" Harry couldn't help whispering excitedly.

Ron should have assumed the role of responding to his whispers, but unfortunately he can only stiffly write down some words on the parchment that he doesn't know the meaning of.

Only Hermione pinched his arm to keep him quiet.

Fortunately, the movement of everyone taking out their textbooks covered up the whispers. Not only Harry, but now the faces of the students in the four colleges all showed expressions of excitement.

Only poor Seamus hung his head, desperately trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"I noticed that one of you seems to be having trouble."

said Voldemort languidly, looking very kindly.But in the eyes of those who knew his identity, it was a bit creepy.

He flicked his wand lightly, and the ashes suspended in the invisible cube gathered and fell into a narrow bottle on the podium.

"Mr. Finnigan, I think your textbook is here." He gestured as if understandingly. "Today is unfortunately the only class that will use it. You have to repair it before you can continue to listen."

Harry rubbed his forehead, and he knew... how could he have any illusions about the level of Voldemort's vengeance?stupid.

"But... I, I won't..." Seamus stammered.

"Then I'm afraid you won't be able to continue your lessons," said Voldemort congenially.

"It's okay, I mean, I can read one with Dean, Professor..."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and Harry knew that was a sign that he was about to do something...

"Come on and shut Seamus' mouth..." he murmured in despair.

Hermione turned her head and gave Dean a wink.Dean hesitantly moved his textbook away.

"It seems that your friend is not happy to share the textbook." Voldemort said vaguely. "Shall I invite you over in person, Mr. Finnigan?"

Now even the students who don't know his identity can feel the invisible forceful aura.Seamus trotted over despondently, picked up the bottle, and looked at him wanting to cry.

"I really don't, Professor."

"But you can learn it, right?" Even though it was a question, it revealed an unquestionable authority, "Come out with the spirit of practicing extra-curricular magic before class, Mr. Finnigan, you still have half a class."

He politely extended his hand to the door: "please."

Seamo's face turned red and then pale, and finally fled under the invisible humiliation that was pressing on him step by step.

Except for the proud Slytherin, the students from the other three colleges seemed to be silent.

They finally realized that the new professor was not only a flashy idiot like Lockhart, but also far from being honest and easy to deceive ordinary professors.

After one class, Harry could clearly feel the changes in the eyes of the students looking at Voldemort.Some changed from doubt to fear, some from anticipation to excitement, and some from disdain to admiration... Of course, there was also the Slytherin group of Death Eaters who were faintly fanatical from the beginning to the end.

A bit of a surprise, but not as expected.If he's not going to use violence, it's sure to make him popular.

Harry took a long time to pack his things, and wanted to stay behind and leave the classroom, but a few Ravenclaw girls kept chirping and refused to leave, and more than half of the Slytherins sat in their seats, watching eagerly. Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Hermione and Ron couldn't wait to run away after class. Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor seat, looking very lonely, and couldn't wait for the others to leave first, so he got up and left depressingly.

As he walked past the podium, he tried to hint from the corner of his eye that Voldemort himself had something to say, but the latter was so hypocritically focused on arranging the teaching materials that he didn't look up to receive the hint.

Harry thought he'd been a total jerk the whole class - up until now.

Hinting that he failed, he rolled his eyes and walked straight to the door, determined to ask him for an argument.

"Mr. Potter." He was stopped when he reached the door, and Harry turned around to see his slightly smiling sideways gaze, "Are you free at noon?"

Harry immediately glanced at the others nervously, then stared at him suspiciously again: "Sorry, the headmaster has something to ask me."

Voldemort nodded, and said inexplicably, "That's unfortunate."

Harry had question marks all over his face. Could it be that he was really naive enough to say something bad about the headmaster every day to be happy?

He moved his lips, half wanting to tell him that he had no class next period, but the hot gazes from the rest of the classroom stopped the urge.

Harry finally turned and left.Unexpectedly, after a while, Draco caught up.

"...Master asked me to tell you, use the mobile phone to contact." Draco said out of breath.

Harry was speechless: "...All right, thank you."

Draco followed him a little further, and Halich said, "You want to visit the Gryffindor common room with me?"

"How is that possible?" Draco rolled his eyes, then twitched again, "Just curious, are you using... the mobile phones... the Muggle ones?"

Harry nodded, and added, "But it'll have to be modified a bit for school use."

Draco nodded understandingly, obviously already studied it, and asked impatiently and cautiously: "Then... what is the master's number?"

Harry stopped abruptly and looked at him awake.

Draco looked puzzled.

"I won't tell you." Leaving this sentence behind, Harry walked away.