The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

After eating, they passed the messy living room, which hadn't been repaired after last night's fighting.

Voldemort walked towards the study as if he hadn't seen it.Harry rubbed his nose and whispered back to original, but unfortunately only a small piece of the floor was reluctantly restored.Large pieces of rubble and debris were scattered everywhere, and it was unknown how long it would take to restore the entire living room with such a restoration spell.

Harry reluctantly gave up for the time being.

Voldemort's study room is full of books, one wall is full of bookshelves, and books and documents are scattered on the desk and coffee table.Harry glanced carefully several times, but he didn't find any words related to magic.

Voldemort really bought a pure Muggle study, and even the documents that he usually wrote in front of him were decent-looking Muggle investment projects.

Harry felt an eerie awe.He was not wronged at all by being kept in the dark.

"Then, let's start with what you care about most."

Voldemort said flatly.

"Tell me what you most want to know."

They sat on either side of the coffee table in the study, and two cups of hot tea were served by an invisible house-elf.

Harry no doubt wondered why he hadn't killed himself.

But what he asked was: "Is Aberforth going to die?"

Voldemort looked at him deeply: "If I only answer one question, are you sure you want to ask this one?"

A strong feeling of being seen through.

Harry looked away in embarrassment, his lips pursed slightly.

Voldemort didn't really embarrass him, but said indifferently: "It depends on his performance. But I advise you not to expect too much, usually I don't like to keep such people who know too much alive. The dead are always The best keepers."

Harry was silent, and Voldemort continued, "What else?"

"...Why didn't you kill me?"

"That's a good question."

Voldemort smiled softly.

"In the beginning I was indeed often seduced by the idea. You took me off guard and thought I was a Muggle through and through. But I was suffering from the aftereffects of a magical experiment, and the shot was not so convenient, and I had to miss the first A few chances. After that, I noticed a secret in you and changed my mind forever."

Harry felt nervous, "What is it?"

Voldemort's gaze moved slightly up from his eyes to the legendary lightning scar.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Harry felt it burn slightly.

"Dumbledore told you about my Horcrux, didn't he?"

Harry nodded in confusion.

"I made more than one. He wanted to find all the Horcruxes and destroy them. I think you can understand why. Unfortunately, even if I don't read your brain, I know that he definitely didn't tell you the most important one. thing."

His palm covered half of Harry's face, and his slender thumb slowly approached the scar.Harry flinched subconsciously, conditioned by his past experience of excruciating pain.

The hand continued to approach unhurriedly, and this time a powerful intuition fixed him.

It dawned on Harry that this was the first time Voldemort had touched his scar since they had met in the bar.

There was no severe pain as expected, but a thin warm current came from the cool touch of the fingertips.

"I can control the pain of my scar. Our perspectives connect through it. Do you know why?"

Harry didn't know.But he finally knew why Scar had been quiet for so long.

Even with the occasional perspective connection, the pain of the scar is within a tolerable range.Compared with the excruciating pain that could knock him out, it was almost negligible.

Because Voldemort is deliberately controlling.

"The most important thing, Dumbledore definitely thought of it, but I didn't notice it at first. He needs to keep it a secret from me, and he will never tell you."

"...my Occlumency is terrible," said Harry lowly.

Voldemort paused, "More than that."

What a consolation to add insult to injury.thought Harry.

"Our perspective connection is unique, Harry, and does not belong to any kind of mind-reading magic. It is not a magic, exactly, but an instinct."

Harry was confused: "Instinct?"

"That's right," said Voldemort, "no one can intervene, no one can stop it, it's naturally our instinct. Even Dumbledore can't stop it, it's a hundred times more difficult to resist than Occlumency and Insanity. So Dumbledore was scared, he didn't dare tell you anything I didn't know, or he thought I didn't know."

"What is it?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Voldemort watched him with a bright wine red in his eyes.

"Harry..."

Harry had never heard him sound so... close to a sigh.

"You are my Horcrux."

Harry's heart was pounding hard, beating violently.

"A piece of my soul was splashed out in the accident 15 years ago and landed in the only living body."

Voldemort's fingers lightly traced the lightning-shaped scar.

"It followed you growing up to this day, no one noticed, but it's here."

The touch now set off a shuddering electric shock that ran down the back of Harry's head and down his spine.

"Then...Professor Dumbledore...how did he know?"

"Because the diary fell into his hands. Three years is enough time for him to study what it is. He wants to find all my horcruxes, so he will be very sensitive to any signs around him. I know too well that he is completely on guard To what extent can you be sensitive to something—or someone—. You don’t have too many characteristics, but they are enough to attract Dumbledore’s attention. I don’t believe that after he has fully studied the Horcrux, he still Can't guess what the features on your body represent."

"...what characteristics?" Harry found himself asking silly questions.Things were completely beyond his imagination.Yet both Voldemort and Dumbledore seem to be at ease, wits and wits, and for a moment Harry is almost frustrated.

[Parseltongue. 】

It took Harry a second to realize it wasn't English.Parseltongue was like instinct to him.

【So... I can understand because of your soul. 】

No matter from which point of view, Voldemort is very satisfied with this sentence.

[Now you understand. 】He hissed softly, 【Actually, I seldom take soul-hunting thoughts on you. The information revealed by the soul connection alone is enough for me to deduce [-]% of the real situation. 】

Harry felt guilty, how much information did Voldemort know through him?He was right in deciding not to join the Order, being with them would only do them harm.

"Don't think too much, that old guy Dumbledore hasn't revealed any important secrets to you. All I see from the link are some childish dreams/dreams and boring adolescent irritability."

"What... what!" Harry was dumbfounded, what happened to Chun, Chun/Dream... Could it be those half-dreams and half-awake morning dreams...

A blatantly evil arc appeared on Voldemort's lips, his eyes became aggressive, and his deep facial features exuded a treacherous dark charm.

"It's a bit childish, but I have to say, very exciting, Harry. I love your creative madness and would love to help you make it happen."

Harry blushed and jumped out of his seat.

"Wait, wait—" He tried to calm himself down, not to be confused by Voldemort, today's opportunities don't come all the time, "So, you don't kill me because I am yours Horcruxes."

Voldemort said deliberately, "For a long time . . . yes."

Harry hung his head and muttered to himself, "This... feels better..."

"...I can hear you." Voldemort reminded dissatisfied.

Harry turned his head and grinned at him.

"Then, since I am your Horcrux, we have to live and die together."

Voldemort watched the smile and nodded slightly.

Harry leaned close to him, noses touching, eyes staring closely at each other.

"I feel like you still have some secrets to tell...but it's great."

He caught the moment when those red eyes froze slightly, and lowered his eyes to kiss him.

Getting this level of truth was beyond Harry's best expectations.

Not to mention from the mouth of the Dark Lord.

Now all he wanted was to kiss him well.