The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Realizing that Voldemort was coming, Harry reflexively wanted to call for help, but then he thought that Snape and Everheart were nearby, and had to give up this idea, struggling hard in the water alone.Fortunately, Voldemort's movements were fast and fierce, he only saw a black shadow, and the force from the sky pressed him into the water, spitting out a lot of bubbles.

His eyes were darkened, his chest was short of oxygen, he was suffering from suffocation, and his originally struggling limbs began to weaken.But he didn't feel flustered, one powerful arm was tightly encircling his body, the other straightened his head, and then the oxygen and soft lips stuck together.

On the verge of suffocation, the underwater is silent, delicate waves swaying overhead, very far away in a trance.

Oxygen poured in from between the lips and teeth, rough and fast, but Harry couldn't feel it, and the power of recovery spread to the whole body along the airflow.He couldn't help holding the source, exchanging breath deeply.The senses gradually recovered, and the simple breath turned into entanglement of lips and tongue.

Sensing his response, Voldemort immediately invaded, plundering the already thin breath, savoring the fragility of his brink of drowning, forcing him to find a gap to breathe... Then Harry suddenly realized that he could breathe .

The light at the bottom of the pool was filtered layer by layer, thin and vague, and it was difficult to observe the environment, not to mention that they were also wrapped in a layer of black mist, and it was impossible to detect any scene except for the flesh and blood that was close at hand.

But Harry could breathe air, and his hair was dripping with water.

Voldemort used the Bubble Curse, covering his head as well.

He touched the other's hair, which was as wet as his own, which seemed to help calm down the violent heartbeat.

"You should have used this spell a long time ago..." Harry gradually came to his senses, and murmured, "I almost suffocated."

Voldemort held him in his arms, and the silent spell pulled them to the bottom of the pool.

"Don't get too far." He pressed close to Harry's ear, the atmosphere was dangerous and ambiguous, "You can't imagine how hard it took me... Resist the temptation to taste your suffocation."

A shudder ran down his spine, and instead of being afraid, Harry was faintly excited.

The cobwebs that bound his body disappeared, and he groped his shoulders and back in the dark, "You are really a psychopath..."

The chest next to the ears vibrated slightly, as if laughing.

There was still a grounded sense of security haunting Harry, seemingly unmoved by his dreaded lover.

They stepped back onto the ground, Voldemort lighting his wand, and Harry lighting his own.

Faint fluorescence shrouded the bottom of the pool.

The water plants swayed back and forth along the water waves, rocks and plankton were vaguely visible, the ground was a sloping slope, and Voldemort walked deeper.

"Hold me tight."

Their bubble head spells were still connected, so Harry naturally wanted to follow closely, but it seemed too weak to hold someone, so he didn't listen.

As a result, as soon as he took a step, he was pushed away from the ground by the buoyancy force coming from all directions.Harry hurriedly adjusted his posture, tried his best to dive down, and stepped on the ground again.But buoyancy is everywhere, and as long as he doesn't dive hard, he will slowly float off the ground.

Voldemort looked sideways at him, seeming to find it amused, and didn't help, just letting him walk very slowly.

Finally Harry had to give up in a huff, and reached out to grab the black robe floating beside him.Miraculously, that pervasive buoyancy dissipated as soon as it touched his material.He was as comfortable as walking on the shore again.

"Stealth spell. It uses the same spreading magic as Apparition."

Seeing the surprise on his face, Voldemort explained amusedly.

"Uh, well..." Harry approached him, trying to hide the gesture of grabbing the hem of his shirt, "Why did you come down?"

"Don't you want to come down?"

Voldemort put his arms around him, without answering the question.

From his slight force, Harry felt a vague anger.

Probably understanding the reason, he obediently kept silent.

The topography of the bottom of the pool is also a depression in the center.Walking to the lowest point, Harry saw a white hillock by the light of his wand.

When he stepped onto the edge of the hill, he realized that it was covered with a thick layer of spider silk.

Peel away a small piece of spider silk covering, and underneath are transparent eggs.They vary in size, from the size of a Quaffle to the size of two people hugging each other. They are randomly stacked one by one in the deepest depression at the bottom of the pool, filling it up into a slightly raised hillock.

"This is... the egg of an eight-eyed spider?" Harry picked up a watermelon-sized egg to observe, and asked suspiciously, "You want to destroy them?"

"...the larvae of the Khloe salamander." Voldemort paused speechlessly for a few seconds before explaining slowly, "To be precise, they are not eggs, they are living organisms. But people usually ignore these and treat them as It's eggs."

Harry observed a white line on the transparent egg body on his hand, which was long, thin, and smooth, so he stretched out his hand curiously.

"Then why are there so many eight-eyed spider silks?"

"Because they use these young as a breeding medium for the race."

Voldemort noticed his movement and stopped him.

"Here's the eye of the Korhe salamander."

"Eyes?" Harry was taken aback.

"Between the larvae and the mature body of the Kolge, there is a period of unique metamorphosis. Its eyes will open at that time, and the first life fragment entering the eyes will be recorded. If the energy is sufficient, Its mature body will completely metamorphose into this new species. Eight-eyed spiders have been using this method to expand their race. A dead spider body can give birth to hundreds of mature Colee salamanders, so their population size It's growing very rapidly."

Harry immediately moved away from the eye lines of the newt egg, for fear of accidentally opening it early.

"So...if it sees a human...?" Harry asked tingly.

"Don't worry, it's not that easy." Voldemort chuckled, "It's not just about seeing."

"How did you know?"

Originally it was just a casual question, but Voldemort gave him a meaningful look.

"I tried."

Harry looked at him creepily, faintly mad.

Voldemort took the egg from his hand and threw it back to his feet, which made Harry jump with fear.

"Didn't you say they were alive—"

"It's not much different from a dead one."

They walked down the hill, and Voldemort looked up at the sky-lit water, seeming to remember that his two men were still waiting outside, and lowered his head, he asked, "Did you faint by yourself, or do you want me to help?"

Harry stared at him, and said for a while, "Why must I faint?"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow: "I wouldn't mind a duel to decide."

"...I don't necessarily lose!" Harry said unconvinced.

"Well...if you know how to use the head-soaking spell."

"..." He just didn't learn!

Harry was forced to succumb to the reality of his inferior skills, found a soft grass, and tried to fight for the last time.

"There's no need to actually pass out, right? I can pretend to be unconscious."

Voldemort looked at him, and smiled slightly: "I didn't hit you, Harry, your acting skills...anyone from the two above can see through at a glance."

Harry looked at him annoyed, strongly suspecting that he was hitting him.

"...they are your subordinates, you don't have to let them down!"

Voldemort seemed to really think about it, and then asked playfully, "Then, will you catch eggs for me?"

Harry glanced at the newt eggs piled up at the bottom of the pool, and chose to lie down on the spot.

The Bubble Curse pulled further and further away with his movements, and Voldemort knelt down helplessly, maintaining the bubble connection with him.

Harry had closed his eyes, lying motionless on the ground, trying to prove his acting skills with actions.

"At least, I need to give you a breath-holding spell."

said Voldemort's voice softly.

Harry opened his eyes in surprise, nodded repeatedly, and closed them obediently under Voldemort's warning gaze, pretending to be dead.

Voldemort chanted the spell softly, and Harry felt that oxygen seemed to seep in from his skin, and then run out from nowhere.

Before the Bubble Curse was removed, Harry said suddenly.

"Don't punish Snape for me... please."

He was looking at the distant water, not at Voldemort.

In mid-air, tangled in spiderwebs, Harry saw it.

Snape emerged from the water, and raised his wand in the distance.

While unbelievable, he did save him.

Harry stopped himself from remembering, the result of Occlumency practice.Intuition told him not to think deeply in front of Voldemort.He stared at the shaky light and turned his thoughts to the impending Quidditch game.

Voldemort looked down at him inquiringly, and for a moment, the Legilimency reached his eyes, and then slowly receded.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Harry sometimes suddenly became elusive.He had to spend more time resisting the urge to take Legilimency.Fortunately, the soul connection can still get a glimpse of his thoughts. He traced back to the past without a trace, but only captured some boring clips of ball games.

The Bubble Curse had been removed, and Harry didn't wait for his answer, but closed his eyes quietly.

He's annoyingly cute today.

One minute later, the two people on the shore came down following the call of the Dark Mark.

Snape's numb eyes froze when they touched Harry, who was motionless on the ground.Palis walked towards Voldemort to ask for instructions, but Snape seemed not to notice, and moved towards Harry stiffly.

Voldemort ignored Paris, his eyes fixed on Snape silently.Palis stepped back knowingly, pretending that he didn't exist.

Snape felt blackness before his eyes, and Harry's figure overlapped with that night long ago.His messy black hair turned into fiery red long, smooth hair. He wept bitterly, his heart gradually dried up, and the cold pool of water pierced through his skin, pierced his bones, and pierced his lungs, freezing his soul.

He opened his lips unconsciously, and the hoarse whimper was inaudible, as if he wanted to beg for something, but he couldn't speak it.

"What are you doing, Severus?"

The voice from the nightmare penetrated the water waves and asked ruthlessly.

Snape woke up suddenly, and invisible cold sweat rolled down.

He tightened his pale lips, knowing that he should turn around at this moment and go to greet him pretending nothing happened.But his feet seemed nailed in place, and he couldn't take his eyes off the Savior's unheavy chest.

Something was shattering in his life.

"Potter..." He muttered, and could only spit out incoherent words, "You...really...killed him..."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and Paris also looked surprised.

They couldn't hear Snape's voice.

Across the bubbles of the bubble head spell, if no auxiliary magic is used, the sound can only spread in the bubbles.So Voldemort used the Amplifying Charm to make sure Snape could hear.In response, Snape should immediately use a similar magical answer.But instead of doing that, he didn't even move.

Two gazes focused on Snape's back, like a hunter waiting for an opportunity.

At the bottom of the pool, there is only the subtle sound of the undercurrent surging, and the silence is terrifying.

Harry was so curious that he scratched his heart and liver, and moved his eyes slightly during the battle between heaven and man.Although his eyes were closed, Snape caught the moment—

Still alive!

The darkness in front of him exploded suddenly, and he stepped forward almost dizzily, pinching Harry's carotid artery, his fingers trembling slightly without even realizing it.

...and a pulse.

Snape exhaled deeply, only to realize that he was holding his breath for a long time.

His pale face regained some vitality. He was about to calm down and think about the situation in front of him when he was pulled off the ground by a strong force.

Voldemort pinched his collar, his eyes were cold, and he asked every word.

"When did I allow you to touch him?"