The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Draco let out a sneer.

"Seriously, Potter, do you need a wizard to fix your Muggle toys?"

Unmoved, Harry pointed his wand steadily at Malfoy. "That's none of your business," he repeated.

But the boyfriend behind him is obviously dissatisfied with the status he just got.Harry felt a familiar breath close to his ear.

"What am I?"

Tom's voice was threatening.

"Trouble—say it again?"

Harry didn't dare to relax and pointed his wand at Malfoy, but was inevitably distracted and whispered to his difficult boyfriend: "Please, I'll go back and explain to you..."

"Alright, let's go back and settle the matter slowly—" he dragged out his voice.Harry's face suddenly changed, because Malfoy finally felt more and more wrong, and took advantage of their whispers to shoot a jinx.The purple curse light came in an instant, passed by Harry's ear, and went straight to the wizard's face behind him.

Harry was frightened and angry, and released the disarming spell he had prepared for a long time; but Tom shot it a step earlier.

"Oh!"

The loud gunshots were deafening.

Draco fell down clutching his arms.

Although the view was blocked by the hood, Tom still noticed Draco's curse for the first time.It's not a problem for him, and he slipped away with a little sideways.But he knew that if he didn't give Draco a hint, he might be in trouble next time.

The bullet that had been prepared for a long time pierced the blond Slytherin's sleeve robe with precision.

Draco clutched his arms in pain, sweat dripping down his back instantly.

The gunshot wound was just a cover, the real pain was the Dark Mark.

The moment the mysterious wizard raised his gun, Draco finally saw the unforgettable face.

—The Dark Lord? ?

He couldn't believe his eyes.The next moment, he was shocked by the loud gunshots and burning arms and fell to the ground.

But he couldn't take his eyes off that face.

You can't go wrong.The sense of familiarity he felt just now, and the burning Dark Mark on his arm, all reminded him that the wizard in front of him was the Dark Lord himself.

But—but—how is this possible?

The Dark Lord was with the Savior, but didn't kill him?The Savior was still standing in front of the Dark Lord - just to guard against him: a young, loyal Death Eater?

What the hell is this crazy world going on? ?

"Tom!" he heard the Savior's concerned voice—

Etc., etc--

What is his name the Dark Lord?

"Are you okay?" Harry immediately confirmed the safety of his "non-magical" Muggle boyfriend, "Did the curse hit you?"

"Escaped." Tom said calmly, his eyes fell meaningfully on Draco who fell to the ground and refused to get up, "You haven't told me who he is, Harry?"

Those eyes are black.

Draco's first reaction was that this was different from the Dark Lord.But then, his thoughts were immediately refuted by the Dark Mark - its pain intensified.

The blood faded quickly from his cheeks and limbs, and he realized that his mind was being seen clearly by the insanity.

The meaningful expression on the Dark Lord's face made him tremble even more.

He quickly recalled what he had done just now, and his gray-blue pupils began to tremble slightly.

He-did-what-!

"He's my rival from school, Draco Malfoy, who I mentioned to you before..." Harry frowned, and approached him reluctantly, "Hello, Malfoy? Are you all right?"

Tom followed Harry unhurriedly, but his eyes were fixed on Draco's eyes, and the strong sense of warning was accurately conveyed.

"Just a bruise, I promise," he said slowly. "Sorry, I don't like being pointed at with a wand."

"It's not your fault, Tom," Harry reassured him.

Draco's face became paler, he pretended to be in pain and lowered his head, clutching his arms and wanting to lie on the ground until the end of the world.

Harry defiantly said, "You only hurt your arm, not your leg, okay? Stand up, spoiled boy."

Draco had blue veins on his forehead, the bloody fool Potter!But he couldn't refute, if he didn't understand the Dark Lord's hint now, then he could basically quit Slytherin.

At this time, Ron and Hermione ran over scared by the gunshot just now.

"Are you all right, Mr. Roald?" "Is that a gun just now? It's so handsome!"

They took turns caring.

Ron, cured of the curse on his nose, stared intently at the gun in Tom's hand.

"I'm all right," said Tom, warning them not to get too close. "It might catch fire."

Ron took a step back in awe.But Harry still chose to grab his other hand. "Don't get too far away from me."

The conversations between several people refreshed Draco's worldview while lying on the ground.The savior...forget it.but!Gryffindor's mudbloods and pure-blood traitors were not killed by the master?Is this possible?Did they even—have fun, I should say—?

...What is the Dark Lord planning?

Draco suddenly felt that he might have thwarted some terrible plot.

He let out a real wail, and rolled a few times nimbly, trying to stay away from that unreasonable circle of saviors.

But the damned savior refused to understand his broken heart, stepped forward to grab his collar, and picked him up from the ground.

"That's enough, Malfoy, what the hell are you pretending? Don't think you can win sympathy by doing this, we all know you started it."

His words reminded Draco of the terrible act of daring to cast a curse on the Dark Lord just now, and the blond Slytherin suddenly went weak in his knees.He began to rejoice that he was being carried by the savior, otherwise it would be a small matter to lose face and fall, but it would be a serious matter to show his feet and ruin the Dark Lord.

"I... just want to know what he looks like." Draco took a deep breath, tried his best to pull himself together and pretend nothing happened, and even squeezed out his usual mocking expression, "You're lying, don't think I saw Won't you come out, Potter?"

Harry looked at him darkly, sparks in his eyes, but Malfoy's tit-for-tat wasn't as intense as expected.He just raised his eyebrows and smirked sternly, then knocked off his hand, stepped back to straighten his collar, and even twisted the corner of his mouth slightly because of the wound on his arm.

Harry wanted to press his purpose, but Malfoy's reaction gave him undue hesitation.

Then he felt an invisible cold wind blowing, and the cold breath came like a tide.It wasn't the first time Harry had encountered it, but he hadn't expected it to be in Hogsmeade, and it was broad daylight—

The surrounding light dimmed, the sky was covered by dark clouds at some point, the sun only leaked hazy light streaks through the gaps in the clouds, and the scenery of Hogsmeade became distant and ambiguous.

Someone gasped, and Harry had no time to tell who it was. He immediately saw the black cloak coming out of a hidden alley corner.The thing had no feet, was long and wide, and floated towards them like a ghost.

"Dementors!" exclaimed Malfoy, backing away from him.Harry immediately realized that it was Tom's position, and stepped in front of him, "Stay away!"

Malfoy, frightened by his protective cub vigilance, thought it all so ridiculous.The savior is at the back, can you kill him and the dementor over there with one finger?Merlin knew that they were the ones who needed protection!

"I just want to fight the dementors with you!" Draco gritted his teeth.The Dark Lord is here, what can he do as a Death Eater!

"I think you want to hide behind us, greedy for life and afraid of death." Ron taunted rudely.

Draco had no intention of arguing with him at all, not to mention he was eager to hide behind the Dark Lord like Ron said, there was simply no safer place in the world than there.

"Why not let him join?" Tom said, looking at Draco with a half-smile, "I will take a good look at him."

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Malfoy, and the latter didn't dare to move.

"Harry, there's one over there!" cried Hermione.

A piece of tattered black cloth floated out of the abandoned hut in the other direction, followed by the second piece, and the third piece... There was no time for them to discuss slowly, Harry nodded scribbled, and Ron, Hermione, and There was - who would believe it - Malfoy, back to back with Tom in the center.

The icy chill became biting, and the gathered dementors sucked gently in the air, and invisible happiness was their most delicious food.

"Call for protection!" Harry took the lead in releasing his patron saint.A silver stag with beautiful antlers circled them nimbly, and the cold swept away.Hermione and Ron followed suit with their otter and terrier Patronuses. They rushed into the group of dementors, scaring off a few, but soon died out of strength.

"Save your strength, Ron!" Harry reminded them.

Ron said sharply, "No way, we have a Slytherin bauble here that only holds a wand!"

If it wasn't for the different things he was holding, Tom almost thought he was mocking himself.But Draco, who was satirized in front of the Dark Lord, was obviously even more embarrassed, cursing in a low voice: "Damn you, how can you do this!"

Tom looked down at him, Draco couldn't hold his head up as if his eyes were heavy.

It seems that the new generation of Slytherins is really lacking in training.He wondered secretly.

The appearance of the dementors caused panic in Hogsmeade village. Pedestrians on the street apparated, or hid in the nearest shop, and the doors and windows of the shop were closed.Harry took a few people into an abandoned hut nearby.A mighty stag Patronus cleared the way, sweeping away the coldness in the house, and a wandering dementor was driven out.

But just as they closed the door, a figure rushed out from the corner.

"Cutting out—"

"Except your weapons!"

This time Draco unleashed the ready-to-go Disarming Charm, the first black magic to interrupt the figure.He secretly hated that he didn't have the opportunity to perform well in front of the Dark Lord just now, and he was on guard as soon as he entered the house.

Tom let go of the half-cocked trigger slightly, deciding to leave the matter to the young man.After all, he chose to hint to Draco to follow, just to make it easier to deal with the situation at hand.With Gryffindor's rough nerves, he really had to worry about his own safety without using magic.

Draco's spell was avoided by the figure in a thrilling manner, but Hermione quickly added an impediment spell, which hit the figure's shoulder and stopped him immediately.

Only then did they see the man's appearance clearly. It looked like some kind of over-evolved ape had grown a human face. The hair and the beard and hair of the chin were connected in one piece, but there were no eyebrows on the small eyes.Harry, Hermione, and Ron felt their scalps go numb, but Draco recognized him.

"Greyback!" He refrained from glancing at the Dark Lord, the trio of idiots and saviors obviously didn't know the truth yet, and he mustn't be the one showing off, "what the hell are you doing?"

Greyback glanced hesitantly at the hooded wizard, but his attention was completely drawn to Harry standing in front of him.

"Look, what a surprise—Harry Potter."

Tom narrowed his eyes dangerously under the hood, never had he felt so disgusted by Greyback—

Harry's name was pronounced greedily and stickily by him.

Apparently Harry, the subject, felt similarly. "Who are you?" he asked disgustedly.

"Fenrir Greyback." Draco answered him quickly, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

Greyback grinned, showing his sharp teeth, "Of course I followed the instructions of the great Dark Lord to teach Hogsmeade's Muggle bastards—"

"He's a Death Eater!" cried Ron in horror. "Go, Harry!"

Harry grabbed the christened Dark Lord - who was flicking the trigger safety very unhappily, trying to force back the evil thoughts of murder and arson one by one - and dragged him into the corner.

"Where are you going, savior?" Greyback rushed over quickly, and Draco exclaimed, "Get out of the way, he's a werewolf!"

The battle in the night of Azkaban really benefited Harry a lot, he threw a Splitting Curse directly following his instinct.Greyback had been on guard for a long time, but while avoiding the spell, he also distanced himself from Harry.

Hermione and Ron turned pale with fright, and looked at Malfoy, who was concerned about the savior, in disbelief, but Harry didn't have the time, because Greyback was always staring at him, smiling viciously and ugly with his yellow fangs .

"Don't be afraid, I like underage wizards the most, just one bite. It's the funniest watching them turn into werewolves..."

"Greyback!" Draco approached from the other side, reminding him word by word, "I assume I haven't forgotten that one's prohibition."

Greyback's smile restrained a bit: "Little Malfoy, Draco... Huh, of course I won't forget. But what do you mean now, intending to defend the savior? Do you still know what you are doing?"

Draco really wanted to say how the hell did I know!But he could only threaten with a half-smile: "It's none of your business. At least I didn't disobey the order, but you—don't think I can't see it, Greyback, you came out on your own, right?" No? If that adult finds out, guess what will happen?"

Thinking of the Dark Lord who was leisurely watching the play, he began to laugh really viciously, and regained the complacency of provoking the savior for five years.

"I know your disgusting habit of eating human flesh. Let me guess, the actions of Death Eaters are becoming more and more hidden. You must not be able to bear it. Even if it is not a full moon night, you still want to come out to bite people; but you Scared, without the company of other Death Eaters, you can only find some dementors to fill in, trying to create a terrorist attack in Hogsmeade, and make up for your private actions."

"Don't move." Although Greyback was exposed, he didn't ignore Ron and Hermione who were trying to move quietly.Draco is a Death Eater, he can ignore it, but the two Gryffindors are obvious enemies, he can't let it go. "Don't force me to do it, little devils, you are not my opponent."

"I advise you to stop." Draco said almost pityingly, "You know, that lord hates the petty thoughts of his subordinates who act without authorization. If you leave now, I don't have to say anything."

Because the Dark Lord was there listening, he thought gloatingly.

Greyback stared at him viciously: "You'd better find out, that ban doesn't mean you can be enthusiastic about protecting the Savior, young Malfoy." He gave Harry a cold look, and showed that disgusting smile again , "Although I don't know what you're going crazy, but if the Dark Lord finds out about your actions today, you can't escape. Why don't we make a deal and forget about what happened just now. I won't touch the savior and only bite these two. ' He pointed at Hermione and Ron.

Harry immediately said angrily: "You are dreaming! Disarm you!"

"Cruciatus!" Greyback was well prepared, and hit a red light with his backhand.

Tom put his arms around Harry's shoulders first, and flashed past with ease, with a faint red light in his eyes.

"Passed out!"

Draco was only half a beat behind the spell.

Because his Dark Mark had just burned again, it was obvious that the Dark Lord had lost his patience.

In any case, he was considered a colleague, Greyback didn't expect Draco's sudden attack, the spell sank into his waist, he let out an angry roar, and staggered to the ground.

The burning of the Dark Mark subsided, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief before daring to look at the Dark Lord.Unexpectedly, just as the latter let go of Harry's shoulders, his expression froze immediately.

That's... what... the hell...?

He looked back tremblingly, not sure if he needed to have his eyesight tested.

"What's the matter with him?" he heard the Dark Lord's voice ask.Death Eater instincts made him want to answer right away, but in fact he was in a daze, not knowing what the Dark Lord was asking.

Ironically, the Savior apparently knew.

"Passed out. Malfoy used stun magic," said Harry.

……what?

Draco stared at the Savior with idiotic eyes, this kind of thing still needs you to explain?To the Dark Lord?

"I see." The Dark Lord replied with a smile.

"..."

Draco, now 15, is doubting his life.