The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Voldemort sat in his office with a thick stack of Muggle materials in his hands.The difference from the past is that they were submitted by Death Eaters. The specific sources include Barty Jr., Bellatrix, and Lucius.Although the last one has some flaws, overall, they are trustworthy talents in their respective fields.

Things had dragged on for a while, gradually gathering the results of the Death Eaters' explorations in the Muggle realm.Although each of the three did not know his true purpose, they handed in the information he wanted.

He roughly flipped through the summary, Barty Jr. mainly researched several noteworthy Muggle electrical appliances, Bella provided an analysis of the threat of a relatively unpopular Muggle weapon, and Lucius undoubtedly elaborated on how to use magic Ministry of loopholes in the Muggle economic circles to make money experience.

If he intends to extend his influence to the Muggle world, he already has a preliminary team.

But it's not a high priority.

He put down the materials absently, and what was circling in his mind were the two people who should be in the principal's office now.Dumbledore was so tiresomely haunted that he almost lost his appetite to eat at the thought that Harry was going to be brainwashed by him all afternoon.

Unable to see official business, which was a rare occasion, he left the office distraught and headed for the Hogwarts library.Given his status as a professor, the restricted/book area is completely open to him.It is not necessary to know that Dumbledore has taken away all the information related to the Horcrux, but it is useless at all. Now no one understands the Horcrux better than him, and what he really needs is not the information of the Horcrux.

Magic Riot.That was what he wanted to look up.As a research background for Muggle Days, today's priority is the highest.

The library is one of the few places outside of Dumbledore's influence. Voldemort has been aware of it since he was a student. Now that he has the status of a professor, he is even more familiar with it.

He wandered around the restricted/book area for a while, and began to take books from the bookshelves.

He is always able to devote himself to the things he desperately desires, and the time passes quickly in the focused information search.

Harry's text message interrupted his concentration, and Voldemort quickly flipped through the half-seen book in his hand, putting it back on the shelf and reaching for his phone.

It wasn't until Harry asked suspiciously if he was killing people that Voldemort recovered from a purely academic interest.

...It wasn't the reminder of the great savior, he almost forgot that his job was to kill people.

Voldemort thought sarcastically.

He put away his phone and left the library, not intending to destroy the overactive delusional world of the adolescent savior.

After hanging up on Harry's phone calls one after another, he figured that the next step for the Savior would be to brave the Defense Against the Dark Arts office... or go to the headmaster's office to get help.The latter possibility succeeded in nauseating him again.

Luckily Harry showed up at his office, though that didn't make the situation any better.Voldemort wondered if he realized how conspicuous he was, just as he walked over he heard a group of men and women talking about the savior who had just run past.Came over and saw him talking to the portrait in the hallway... Seriously, did he think Dumbledore couldn't know better, about the fact that he came to him suddenly at night?

Voldemort wondered what excuse he was going to use, and as expected, found none.

No excuses at all, just saving lives... well, very Gryffindor.

He marveled at how calm he was.

Then start manipulating the soul shards in the scars.

When Harry leaned against the wall, he wanted to just press him against it and make out, but the damn portrait was watching them.

Unlike Harry, he always had an account for his enemies.

Originally, it was enough to just do the opening scene, and the ignorant portrait can be destroyed at any time, but in the end, another annoying unexpected guest came.

There are now two options before us.

Tear up the portrait, stun McGonagall, bring Harry into the office, and send the school staff into a panic; or stun Harry, and pretend a non-existent plan has failed.

... He didn't know how much he wanted to choose the former.Too bad he knew all too well how Harry would react to that.

If the two-person world had to deal with a violent and resistant teenager, he decided that the teenager was better off in a coma.

McGonagall almost ran over to help Harry, and she stared at him sternly and defensively.

"Please hand over Mr. Potter to me, Professor Riddle."

"I heard he was looking for me," Voldemort reminded redundantly.

"Yes, I'm afraid Mr. Potter has discovered something," McGonagall secretly helped Harry away, and said cautiously, "but he needs to go to the medical wing now... Please forgive us."

Voldemort ignored her defensive tone and let them go without saying a word.

Harry won't be unconscious for long, and he's back in the office, just in case and sends a few more fabricated death scenes through his scars.It should be clear enough now... if Harry didn't really trust him at all.

He paused for a moment, throwing that assumption away.

Enjoy the scares, Dumbledore.

Moments later, Harry woke up in a bed in the hospital wing.

The images received while half asleep and half awake are still imprinted in my mind, namely the moment when Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Draco were hit by the Killing Curse.If the first two images still made Harry feel a little hesitant, the last one undoubtedly proved them false.

Especially when he opened his eyes and saw Professor McGonagall sitting beside him.

In fact, Harry was a little surprised that the first person he saw was the head of Gryffindor. In the past five years, they had almost no private interaction, and Harry's impression of her was always distant and severe.

"For heaven's sake, Potter!" Professor McGonagall yelled angrily as soon as he confirmed that he was fine, "Why are you so crazy to take the initiative to find Voldemort? Do you know that as long as I arrive a little later, you It's about to fall into his hands! Dumbledore tried every means to keep you away from him, but it turned out that you were lucky enough to send it to your door!"

Harry's eyes dimmed, but he didn't reply.

"Why did you go to him?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly, which meant he had to answer.

Harry realized the usefulness of those false memories.

"Scar...I saw him hurt people on campus..." He murmured, feeling a sense of depression in his heart.

"He's been in the library," Professor McGonagall frowned, muttering to himself suspiciously, "I just happened to be in charge of following this afternoon..."

Harry gave her a slightly surprised look, then lowered his head.

Madam Pomfrey opened the door and came in: "Everyone has 5 minutes of visiting time, no loud talking. Minerva, your time is up."

Professor McGonagall finally told him to take a good rest and left the ward.The figures of Hermione and Ginny appeared at the door, and they took turns to come in to express condolences.

Hermione told him cautiously, "Professor Riddle isn't here."

Harry nodded quietly, and Hermione couldn't help but ask, "Have you had a fight?"

Harry glanced at the closed door and said calmly, "He's not fit to come."

Hermione looked at him hesitantly, before finally sighing softly.

"Ginny is freaking out, let her come in and talk."

She brought Ginny in instead.

"What are you thinking, Harry? We all know who he is!" Ginny asked with white lips, obviously recalling the experience a few years ago, Harry had to tell her what he said about Professor McGonagall .

Ginny was silent for a moment, and said, "Where's your magic ribbon? It hasn't been sewn on, has it? Give me the clothes, and I'll sew them on for you right away."

"Thank you, Ginny, it's really unnecessary—"

Ginny ignored his refusal at all, and took out his school robe from the low cabinet next to the bed to take it away.

"Ron was here," she added to Harry, stopping at the door, "but he couldn't stand Hermione's cold eyes and left early."

"It's okay. I understand," said Harry.

Ginny nodded and left distracted.

Harry sighed, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

Everyone is worried about him, only he is reckless and self-willed.

Even Voldemort was quick to cover his impulsiveness.

He is like an ignorant child, affecting everyone around him.

Regardless of whether he ran blindly to ask Voldemort to question him, he didn't think about the consequences at all, and he didn't think about whether it was reasonable. He felt that he might be doing something outrageous and unreasonable without any basis.

Even if it was Voldemort...even he...wouldn't deserve unjustifiable guilt.

What's more...was he really just worried about the possibility of that illusory crime?

No.

He looks into his own heart and realizes shamefully that it is not noble at all.

It has been thinking about those scenes since seeing the memory in the Pensieve, and has never let go of it for a moment.

Narrow, superficial, and horribly selfish.

He lay on the bed, disgusted with himself like this.

That night, he fell into a painful dream, and vaguely saw a pair of scarlet eyes, which were both dangerous and kind, watching him quietly.

Harry wanted to touch, but every bone felt too heavy to move.

They seem to be approaching on their own initiative, but like fleeting lights, they disappear in the blink of an eye.

For the next few days, Harry refused to talk to anyone about his scar.Ginny sewed a magic ribbon to the cuff of her school robe so he could grab it with a single hook.Harry was both moved and ashamed, and didn't know how to make up for this little sister who had been hurt by Voldemort's Horcrux.

"Quidditch selection." Ginny said with a smile, "You are the captain this year, Harry, cheer up, we are all looking forward to your great performance."

Almost everyone can see Harry's depression, Hermione is more hesitant to speak every day when he sees him, Draco tries to arouse his fighting spirit with college provocations, and even Ron often looks suspiciously and waveringly at Harry. with him.Harry knew his emotions were wrong, but he didn't want to adjust yet. Sometimes the distance from the people around him made him feel peaceful, and he could even focus on the configuration of Felicia.

He didn't allow himself to wonder why Voldemort was the only one who didn't respond.In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he took the initiative to avoid Voldemort's sight, and was the first to rush out of the classroom after class, with his mobile phone locked among the layers of clothing in the suitcase.

… In a way, he felt - absurdly - ashamed to face him.

But at the same time, there was a lingering anger that made him not want to face him.

Fortunately, the Quidditch trials allowed him to release his emotions to the fullest.Harry received more than 20 applications.This is almost everyone who is a good Gryffindor broomstick after the fourth year.

He devoted himself to the planning and implementation of the trials, and tried his best to select the most suitable lineup, including the unstable Ron as a bench player.

The Gryffindor fans onlookers cheered loudly, full of expectations for the future of the team.

"We must win the Academy Cup this year!" Ron said loudly to him, with a long-lost toothy grin.

Harry couldn't help smiling knowingly.It seemed like a future that really belonged to him.

The depression that lasted for many days was finally relieved.

He pulled himself together and took out his cell phone from the suitcase, knowing that he would have to face it sooner or later.

But after opening the cover, I didn't see any text messages or missed calls.

Voldemort made no attempt to contact him at all.

Staring at the empty screen, Harry was silent for a while, and found the Invisibility Cloak from the box, as well as a good thing that he hadn't used for a long time.

Marauder map.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good," he whispered.

Lightly tap the wand, dense black dots appeared on the parchment.

Harry found the little black dot that said Tom Marvolo Riddle in the library.

He put on the cloak of invisibility and set off.