The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The Slytherins gathered around Draco, trying to help him up. Professor McGonagall was also on the way, but Draco hurt his ankle and couldn't stand up in pain.Voldemort watched for a moment, silently chanting.

"Ahhhh—" Draco hurt even more, rolling to avoid the invisible source of magic.

"Don't move," Voldemort ordered impatiently.Despite the chaos around him and his low voice, Draco caught it keenly. The familiar voice immediately froze his struggle, and cold sweat permeated his skin with pain and fear.

He shivered for a few seconds, the pain gradually disappeared, and he stood up with the support of everyone.

"How are you, Draco?" "Does it matter?" "Go to the school hospital..."

"Give way! Make way!" Professor McGonagall arrived, hurriedly pulled out his wand to check his condition, and used a few healing spells worryingly before he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's nothing serious, take him Go and rest for a while."

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium. Slytherin led Gryffindor by ninety points. If Harry caught the snitch, the situation would be reversed immediately.Gryffindors were convinced that Harry had caught it, but many in Slytherin were angrily protesting that their Seeker had been illegally attacked at a critical moment and that the game should have stopped before then.

Finally, Harry raised his hand, showing the golden ball he was holding, and the narrator announced excitedly: "Harry Potter has caught the golden snitch!"

Gryffindors erupted in loud cheers, but at the same time, the Slytherin stands booed.Draco sat on the rest mat, his pale face was gloomy.His teammates and supporters protested loudly, with the same momentum as Gryffindor.

The referee, Mrs. Huo Qi, raised her hand to signal to be calm and nodded to the commentator.

"However, Ron Weasley seriously violated the rules of the game. In order to maintain the order of the game, Mr. Potter decided to forfeit the score of the Golden Snitch!"

There was an uproar in the arena.Slytherin proudly expressed disbelief, while Gryffindor buzzed with worry and dissatisfaction.

Even Voldemort stopped and looked at Harry's position.

The savior accepted everyone's attention calmly, without any change in expression.

The commentator said again: "Finally, after deliberation, the referee decided to extend the game by 5 minutes and re-determine the outcome!"

The Gryffindor stand revived in an instant, cheering and cheering. Although Slytherin was disappointed, he stopped complaining and cheered for his team and the wounded.

"Draco, can you still play?"

The teammates asked with concern.

Draco's eyes flicked to the sidelines, and he lost track of the Dark Lord in the chaos, but the order and the spell were undoubtedly real, he thought, probably he couldn't play.

"Let Harper go."

With the referee's order, Harry released the Snitch in his hand, and the game continued.

The golden ball flashed in front of the two Seekers, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.But this time Harry didn't wait, and went up to search for it with all his strength, and finally ended it completely less than 3 minutes after the game restarted.

"Potter—it's Potter again—Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! 180 to 240, Gryffindor wins!"

This time there was a really loud shout from the red stands. People were even more excited than they had won for the first time. They shouted and hugged each other excitedly. Finally, the chaotic celebration turned into a unified shout, like a slogan.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter!"

Unlimited admiration and love are beyond words.

Harry trudged through the frenzied rush of his teammates and the crowd, and some of Ginny's red hair even fell into his mouth.

"Oh...sorry, Harry!" she said awkwardly, trying to pull herself out of the frantic crowd, "I'm looking for Dean! There's a celebratory dinner soon!"

Harry nodded absently, and just about to answer that it's okay, he caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Is that...is that Tom?

Voldemort's figure stood out from the crowd. Even without his height and figure, compared with the fanatical Gryffindors and resentful Slytherin students, his overly calm atmosphere was quite different.From Harry's understanding, he could even guess that his expression must be a little impatient.

Harry suspected that he had used some kind of magic to reduce the sense of presence, otherwise the students around would not be able to walk past it as if nothing had happened—you know, even in Gryffindor, there are many students who highly respect Professor Riddle——

The most shocking thing was not this, but the fact that he was wearing the Slytherin cloak!

Harry thought of Roald in Gryffindor robes.Regardless of his actual age, there is no sense of disobedience, and even the stark contrast between the cold temperament and the warm red is even more fascinating.

Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to put on the student uniform. Harry's curiosity was aroused at once, and he immediately put everything else behind him, fought his way through the crowd, and swam to where he was.Batsman Gut grabbed him by the shoulders and laughed excitedly: "That's great, Harry! You're our hero!"

Harry nodded his thanks indiscriminately, his eyes anxiously chasing the figure not far away.There was no one around him, it was almost deserted, and Harry had seen him turn away, as if tired of the rowdy crowd.

"Harry! Where are you going, Harry?" "Don't forget to come to the party, Harry, you are the protagonist!" "Eight o'clock! Eight o'clock in the Gryffindor lounge!"

Harry couldn't hear it at all.With his brute force, he broke through the crowd and rushed to where Tom was standing just now, but he was already far away.He was a little depressed, so he had to chase in the direction he left.After a few steps, I realized that this was the direction of the locker room.He suddenly understood where the guy was going, blushed inexplicably, and looked around furtively.

The Gryffindor players were still surrounded by fans, and only the members of the Slytherin team came back early to change their clothes.

There were still voices in the Slytherin locker room, and Harry had no face to go in to find someone, so he had to pretend nothing happened and went back to the Gryffindor locker room, preparing to wait for the people next door to leave before going there.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed the door, he was pulled into a hot embrace.The older Slytherin bit his lips and gnawed on it. The strong breath instantly flooded his senses, making Harry hot.

"No... no... Ron and the others will come right away..."

They parted breathlessly, and Harry managed to regain his sanity, unable to take his eyes off his Slytherin robes.Why does this guy look so handsome in anything?He's obviously... I don't know how old he is, why does the student uniform still suit him so well?

"They can't get in." Voldemort said confidently, the door has been sealed by black magic, "those who force their way in will be blinded on the spot."

"That... That's even worse!" Harry almost bit his tongue, annoyed, but still a little uncontrollably happy, "...Why are you wearing a school uniform?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you ask me to come?"

Harry was speechless and said, "...I didn't ask you to wear a school uniform?"

"Really?" Voldemort smiled suspiciously, "This is not my school uniform." He removed the Transfiguration, revealing the color of the school uniform itself.

Harry opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if the time had returned to the day when he led Roald on a tour of the wizarding world. He was wearing his school uniform with an expansion spell on his face, with an unhappy expression on his face.This time he finally understood where the disgust he couldn't hide came from.

Just imagine a little bit, how he felt at that time...

Harry was grabbed by the collar, and Voldemort threatened with a black face: "If you dare to laugh out loud, don't even try to stand out of this door today."

"Hmmm..." Harry nodded repeatedly with a distorted expression, and it took him a long time to hold back the hilarious breath, hugging his head with unfulfilled desires, and offered a warm and sweet kiss.

He gradually realized that words were just excuses, and that if he wanted to watch the game without being noticed, it was the most convenient way to mix in with the students... It was not necessary at all, but he did it.

Harry didn't make it to the celebration until very late, and they ended up being sent to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office by the Portkey to prevent the late arrival of the Gryffindor Quidditch team members(?)...Harry really Unable to mention Snape in such an atmosphere, he wanted to run away several times.But how could the Dark Lord, who was on the verge of the arrow, let him go, and in the end Harry satisfies him in a roundabout way, before he was let out.

On the way back, still wearing the school uniform he just wore, as if the heat was burning his skin... Harry just hoped that no one noticed his arrival.

However, things backfired. The moment he stepped into the common room, he was warmly welcomed by his classmates.

"Harry! You're here!" "You're the only one missing!" "You're so amazing that you gave up the first Snitch score!" "The second dive to catch the Snitch was amazing!" "You Where did you go, we are waiting for you to explain the details!"...

The jubilant noise of chattering overwhelmed him in an instant.

The consequence of not being able to escape immediately was that Harry didn't even want to move a finger when he returned to the dormitory.

The remaining consciousness told him something was wrong, but the nightmare had already hit him.

As a result, he was the last person to learn that Ron and Lavender broke up.

"What...what?" Harry almost swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin porridge, and stumbled to his friend who had returned to being single, "Break up? You?"

He looked around, and Lavender did not appear at the table.So did Hermione.

"But... what's going on?" He always thought that they would be sticky to the end of the world, and he didn't notice when the two of them actually came to the point of breaking up.

Ron snapped off a corn cob petulantly. "It's nothing. She's got too much control. I've had enough."

"...Does it have something to do with you beating Draco yesterday?"

Ron gave him a hard look, as if he was very ignorant, "He deserves it!"

Like taking gunpowder, no matter what Harry said, Ron's answer was full of anger.

So he decided to shut up.