The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Back in the Gryffindor common room, Harry saw Ron grimacing at the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and the notes he had just jotted down, trying to find the answer to his homework.The homework left by Voldemort was simple and rude. Each person explained the content of a chapter, explained its role in the book and its relationship with the theory of order.This makes it impossible for them to copy other people's answers, because everyone's homework is different.

If he hadn't been urged to read the book over the summer vacation, Harry would probably be worrying with Ron at this time.He sat across from Ron, flipped through the book skillfully, found his own chapter, reviewed it, and wrote the thesis while checking the table of contents.

Before Hermione came back from class, Harry was done.

Ron watched him pack up his things and get up, and frowned hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked proactively.

"...Nothing." Ron said expressionlessly.

Harry sensed that he was a little emotional, "Ask me any questions."

"No need." Ron said in a respectful and insensitive manner.

Harry frowned: "...Okay."

He was not in the mood to appease Ron for the time being. He picked up his books and ink and went back to the dormitory. He took out his phone and found that he had received several messages.

[It must be no good for Dumbledore to find you. ]

[All the portraits and sculptures of Hogwarts are his eyeliner, pay attention. ]

[There are also ghosts. ]

[He will definitely use you and manipulate your hatred. ]

[You have no class now, if you don’t reply, I will break into Dumbledore’s office and arrest you. ]

Harry laughed straight away.He drew the curtains over the four-poster bed, cast a masterful Silencing Charm, and dialed the phone.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-...

He waited until he was about to be reminded that no one answered, then he answered the phone and asked lazily, "Who is it?"

Harry rolled his eyes: "Didn't you want me to pay attention? The mobile phone is in the dormitory. I just finished the homework you left, and I just saw the message now."

"Hmm..." Voldemort didn't blame other people's self-consciousness at all. Instead, he revealed a heresy aura of "accepting this explanation reluctantly." "It's too slow."

"...What exactly do you want?" Harry squeezed a word through his teeth.

Voldemort obviously heard Harry's anger, and smiled in a good mood, "I'm curious what Dumbledore is going to tell you."

"I don't know." Harry said bachelorly, "and...if the headmaster doesn't want you to know, I can't tell."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Harry could clearly feel Voldemort's mood plummeting.

He was a little annoyed at having provoked it, but it seemed inevitable.

"...don't do that," Harry whispered, "my brain just can't keep secrets. The Headmaster won't tell me anything."

"...Yes," said Voldemort, "Dumbledore would not trust anyone, including you."

For some reason, the remark seemed to strike a nerve in Harry, who could no longer dismiss it as Voldemort's usual prejudice.

In a certain way, he was afraid of such a result.

"It wasn't his fault." Harry's voice was barely audible, "...I don't deserve it."

"There is no doubt about it," said Voldemort grimly—Harry's heart almost trembled at the assertion, but the next words made him laugh and cry—"It was his fault."

After hanging up the phone, Harry went to the cafeteria to have lunch early after staying for a while.

He wasn't sure if their conversation had ended badly, Voldemort was no doubt very disgusted by Dumbledore's interview, Harry thought he would stop him from meeting, but in the end he didn't.

After absentmindedly finishing his meal, Harry headed for the stairs to the headmaster's office.

A few minutes later, standing in front of the stone beast checking the password, Harry was horrified——

The two stone beasts that used to like to complain to each other, now there is only one lonely one left, and the partner on the left now only has a broken base.

"what happened?"

The stone beast tilted its head listlessly, and said listlessly, "...password."

Harry really wanted to care about it, but the stone beast exuded an aura of rejection, and he could only think back to the last time Dumbledore heard him make up the password: "Cream slug...?"

The stone beast moved away without saying a word, and Harry made a half circle around him. The lonely stone beast seemed to have completely lost the desire to talk, and even lacked a responding look.

Harry knocked on the door of the headmaster's office worriedly.

"Welcome, Harry." Dumbledore was as amiable as ever, invited him to sit down, and recommended several desserts.

Harry declined them politely and asked, "The stone beasts outside... What happened, Headmaster? They were fine last time."

"As you can see, someone killed one of them just because it did its duty in stopping him," said Dumbledore regretfully. "I think that's the man we're going to talk about today."

Harry was stunned and fell silent.

"I suppose you've just finished his lesson, haven't you?" Dumbledore asked softly. "How do you feel?"

"It feels like..." said Harry hesitantly, "he's... teaching well?"

"No need to do that." Dumbledore actually smiled softly, "I know, Voldemort must be able to speak very well. There is no shame in acknowledging the advantages of the enemy, Harry, it just shows our own value. What else? ? How do you feel about him personally?"

"Well..." Harry felt his scalp go numb, "I...I don't know...he didn't kill people, he didn't use curses, he didn't threaten...he did threaten Seamus, but Seamus tried to use the text-transformed The elf was playing tricks on him, and I think it's a miracle he survived that class... Overall, he was acting very... very..." He wanted to say demagogic, but wasn't sure if it would sound too weird.

"Perfect?" Dumbledore said for him.

Harry nodded quickly.But such a description actually exceeded his expectations, especially from Dumbledore's mouth... It was in stark contrast to the constant cynicism of the person being evaluated.

Dumbledore seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said with a slight smile: "I can imagine what a perfect image he can play, Harry, as long as he thinks. He can hide everything when he was a student at Hogwarts. people."

"You too?" Harry asked.

"Oh . . . I'm afraid I'll be counted as an exception."

This remark reassured Harry in a way.But the person concerned is not optimistic: "This is exactly what I am worried about, Harry. I think we have reason to suspect that one of his motives for entering Hogwarts is to win you over."

Harry seemed to have been hit hard by a Bludger all of a sudden, and sat on the chair in a daze. If it wasn't for the sudden stiffness of his muscles, he doubted that his limbs would spring up reflexively.

"What... win me over?"

"Perhaps not the most suitable word, but I guess the reason why he no longer murdered you, prompted him to change his attitude towards you." Dumbledore chose carefully, "Let me put it this way, if he chooses not to kill you again, Then it's better to make you give up the idea of ​​killing him, so win over, persuade, brainwash... I think there are many ways to achieve this goal, in general, they are all a kind of confusion. You need to be vigilant, ha Lee, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, he has been like this since he was a child. I believe you will realize this more clearly after today's talk."

Dumbledore's words came rushing in like a storm, and although they said different things, they were surprisingly consistent with the nature of their relationship.

For a split second, Harry was about to be killed by the coldest and cruelest possibility it suggested.

"...Let's go straight to a few memories." Dumbledore sighed slightly.

There was an insincere understanding in his tone.It seems that he has seen through some of Harry's wavering, but he only chooses to put away his wordless disappointment and teach him the truth with the kindest calm and patience.

Harry felt sad and resentful, he didn't have a place to be angry, but they just poked at the bottom of his heart, as sad as he was.

The Pensieve appeared again, and they came to the London orphanage in the 30s.

Harry didn't expect to meet 11-year-old Voldemort.

People were always more lenient with children, though not in the right mood, and even though the child wasn't at all innocent and cute, Harry couldn't help softening when he saw the childish miniature version of Voldemort.

He even subconsciously ignored the children in other orphanages he was intimidating, and felt sympathy for the amazing defensiveness revealed in his words.

Even though he had lived in the Dursleys' family as a dependent, at least he didn't have to worry about being sent to a mental hospital one day. He knew that there was nothing wrong with his mind, and he didn't need to suspect everyone just to protect himself.

He knew he shouldn't, and Tom didn't need to, but people can't control their sympathy.

"Now you start to feel sorry for him."

Dumbledore said softly.

Like a thunderclap in my ear.

"I didn't—!" Harry subconsciously denied, then choked.

Dumbledore didn't say much, and Harry kept his mouth shut.

They read on.A series of immature temptations such as burning the wardrobe and confessing physical evidence have faintly revealed Voldemort's current style, but Dumbledore's reaction has always been beyond Harry's expectations.

It must be admitted that there is a gap between him and the image of the kind and tolerant elder in his impression...

If one considers that the target is Voldemort - and he deserved it for his heinous crime - then any harshness and mistreatment seems to be taken for granted.What's more, the young Dumbledore fully fulfilled his duties as a professor, and the only flaw that can be pointed out is based on the perspective of today's decades later-since he can treat so many strange people kindly now, why couldn't he treat so many strange people back then? How about young Tom being more forgiving?

But Harry knew better than anyone how unreasonable and vicious it was to accuse someone of failing to live up to the high expectations of others.

Dumbledore has no obligation to treat anyone like a spring breeze.If he did, it was his nobility; if not, it was his right.

"Is there anything you want to say, Harry?"

They finished the first memory, Dumbledore asked.

"...Did you know then?"

"You mean, know he's going to be the most evil wizard of the century? I don't know, Harry. I think you've noticed that when I was young I was probably not as easy to get along with as I am now. I must admit, the things Mrs. Cole complained to me It predisposed me to a prejudice against Riddle that has never been erased since. Unfortunately, it came true, and it was the most horrific kind."

Harry pursed his lips, trying to keep himself from asking more offensive questions.

He knew how stupid it was to question Dumbledore on behalf of a heinous sinner like Voldemort... Emotions can be so irrational that they can be annoying.

"...do we still have time for the second paragraph, Harry?"

Dumbledore glanced at the clock and confirmed it with his eyes.

Harry took a deep breath and nodded.

They entered a private mansion, and an old lady named Hepziba Smith greeted the young Voldemort at the door with heavy makeup.

Harry felt stupid when the young man who was very close to his current image conjured a flower from his hand.

He even said, "I brought you flowers."

I brought you flowers.

The words kept echoing in Harry's mind.

How innocent, how seductive, how reserved!

The bloody bastard has been good at this since the womb!

He—even—kissed—her—hand—!

That fat, ugly, wrinkled wrinkle that no amount of gold rings could hide, with disgusting pink nail polish—

The most disgusting adjective he could think of was not even half that hand!

...even Umbridge was better than her!

Harry almost laughed angrily.

"...I should have thought of that earlier."

Dumbledore's thoughtful voice called Harry's sanity back.

"Young people feel more intuitive about this kind of thing... Now you see, he can do anything to get there, right?"

"...always," said Harry.

They read the memory.

Harry stared at Dumbledore, as if expecting more.

"I think you are fully aware of his danger, and we might as well save more for another discussion. It's time for you to go to class, Harry." Dumbledore reminded.

Yeah, the same nightmarish potions class that goddamn bastard forced him to take!

thought Harry sharply.

Now he has a lot of things to worry about, not more than this one!

Thinking he had probably accidentally taken his anger out on the innocent headmaster a little, Dumbledore added after his far too brief (actually a bit rude) farewell: "We have an agreement, Harry. He won't allow Harm the students."

It took Harry a moment to digest the implication in the words: "...how did you do it, sir?"

"We might as well save it for another discussion, Harry, if you stay any longer, Severus will tell me," said Dumbledore.

"……it is good."

Harry shrugged and left.

He wondered what else could make him feel bad.