[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Master?" Lucius knocked on the study door respectfully, "Can I come in?"

"In," said the Dark Lord.

Lucius opened the door cautiously, and smiled brightly at the Dark Lord who raised his head: "Master, it's very presumptuous, Harry wants to see you."

Harry felt that Lucius's smile was so fake that he couldn't bear to look directly at it, and those shiny accessories, hair oil all over his head, and artificial delicacy made him feel horrible—he looked up Not daring to look at the Dark Lord, my thoughts have been circling on the dress of the platinum aristocrat, let me delay for a while, let me delay for a while——

"So," came the Dark Lord's voice flatly, "you want to see me?"

Harry woke up with a start. He looked around and found that Lucius had slipped away in a very sensible way-this is the pinnacle of seeing the wind! —he and the Dark Lord were the only two left in the room.

Obviously, the Dark Lord is really not in a good mood.He didn't take care of his hair very carefully, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, but this did not detract from his imposing manner and appearance at all.The slightly messy black hair hangs down on the shoulders, and the mess creates a different kind of beauty. The red eyes seem to be pregnant with a blood-colored sea that embraces everything. , the black sword eyebrows were raised, and the slender fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the armchair, and the beat carried a strange and charming rhythm.

Harry didn't dare to look any more, he obediently lowered his head, knelt down in front of the Dark Lord, imitated those Death Eaters, crawled in front of the Dark Lord, and kissed his robe——

Wait a minute, the Dark Lord seems even angrier!

"Master," Harry said tremblingly, "I, I'm sorry..."

"Up," said the Dark Lord.

Harry looked up in bewilderment, as if he hadn't understood the Dark Lord's instructions.

"I say," the Dark Lord's voice rose sharply, "get up!"

You own one-seventh of my soul!You are my Horcrux!How could you, how could you be like those servants—

With a jerk, Harry scrambled to his feet, so quick it looked like something was biting his ass from behind - but he seemed to be moving a little too quickly, and he stood up - didn't hold his ground - and fell with a snap One ass squat.

The expression on the Dark Lord's face trembled, as if a smile was about to emerge. Although he still had a straight face in the end, the atmosphere in the room finally relaxed from the tension of anger.

Harry relaxed slightly as the atmosphere eased - he applauded the unconscious wrestling in his mind - and stood up holding the desk.He collected himself and spoke again: "I think I should say sorry...I..."

Harry stammered and tried to explain the urge he had felt at the time, that he missed his godfather, his friends, that they thought he was alive and dead, and that he was doing well, that he wanted to write to them, to reassure them, But the master does not allow him to use the owl.He wasn't very receptive to learning the Unforgivable Curses, and he was horrified by the Death Eaters' disregard for life.Half of the vacation has passed, and the next semester is about to start, but the master has no intention of letting him go to school. Although he is studying a lot now, he still wants to go to school...

"Go to school," the Dark Lord repeated Harry's words, and said, "It seems that I really haven't communicated enough with you. I have no intention of stopping you from going to school."

"Ah...?" At that moment, Harry thought of Hogwarts castle, Dumbledore in the castle, if he really returned to Hogwarts, under the protection of Dumbledore, he Absolutely no way to come back——

"Not going to Hogwarts," the Dark Lord easily knew what he was thinking, he always did this, he could read Harry's mind at a glance, making Harry worry if he was so stupid that he always wrote his thoughts on his face on, "You've been to your school, and I think you're quite happy with it."

The truth was right in front of him, so simple, so easy, Harry wondered why he hadn't thought of the Dark Lord's arrangements before - but Hogwarts was his home, he loved it so much, its tolerance, its warmth, its He has explored every corner of the mystery, and there are even more secret passages that he has not discovered——

Sure enough, as he expected, the Dark Lord said, "You will transfer to Durmstrang next semester."

Yes, Karkaroff is the headmaster of Durmstrang, and he is also a senior Death Eater. He has even followed the Dark Lord to Durmstrang, which is the territory of the Dark Lord.

"But, but," Harry stammered, giving a reason he didn't think would convince the Dark Lord, "Hogwarts is like home to me, I mean, I don't want to leave it..."

Unexpectedly, the Dark Lord did not criticize this unconvincing reason: "Unfortunately, Hogwarts is Dumbledore's place. If you have the chance, you can still go back."

"And learning the Unforgivable Curses," said the Dark Lord, frowning slightly, "Harry, I think you've misunderstood the Unforgivable Curses. You're so quick to learn about the Dark Arts that it doesn't make sense for you to learn about the Unforgivable Curses." Encountering such great difficulties, I almost thought that you were subconsciously resisting learning these things... Spells do not distinguish between good and evil. A hundred years ago, these spells were not labeled as unforgivable, but were used in The entire wizarding society. I want you to learn them because these spells are indeed the most effective spells currently, quick to cast and powerful in damage, which are very effective in protecting you."

"Perhaps spells are indiscriminate," said Harry, boldly, looking directly at the Dark Lord, "but...the Killing Curse is not. In any case, it is inappropriate to take a person's life, and I have always I can't get used to those... those behaviors that disregard human life..."

He swallowed, and continued under the Dark Lord's piercing eyes: "I think this kind of behavior is wrong, life is always worthy of respect, and everyone's life is precious..."

"So you haven't used a Killing Curse yet, have you?" The Dark Lord interrupted Harry, his frown deepening, "Sure enough, I guessed right, you are subconsciously resisting this Spell. It seems that in this regard, we need to do something later..."

Facing Harry's emerald eyes that were a little timid, but still firmly looking straight into his own, the Dark Lord involuntarily paused and moved on to the next topic.

"As for your 'friend,'" the Dark Lord went on, "if you mean that Gryffindor idiot who would listen to the rumor that you cast the Goblet of Fire yourself and alienate you along with the whole school, or that Mudbloods who can only endorse books but have poor practical ability, as well as your godfather, will believe in a betrayer, wrong him into Azkaban before killing him, betray his family, and even lose his ancestors. House--"

Anger surged into the sky, breaking through those fears, and there was a strong urge to say something, to interrupt his contemptuous comments on his relatives and friends, and even surged at the same time, and there was something Harry had in this month or so Every bitter, bitter thought of:

Watching Cedric die by his side, and obviously he proposed to hold the trophy together, the guilt that emerges involuntarily every night when he wakes up;

The panic when he was captured by the Dark Lord; the expectation that Professor Dumbledore or someone else would come to rescue him, and the resentment that the rescue was delayed;

An almost terrified delight at one's dark arts gifts, and a veiled apprehension about it;

Surprise at the Dark Lord's inexplicable kindness, and the deeper fear derived from this surprise;

Involuntary attraction to this charismatic king, and disbelief at this attraction—

All these feelings of resentment, helplessness, and wronged him finally rushed out like a flood that burst a bank.He heard himself shouting:

"That's my friend, my teacher, my father. Of course they have shortcomings, but they don't need your comments! They care about me, understand, caring, caring, me, that's enough!"

The Dark Lord was noncommittal about his anger, and said: "I'm just saying that your vision of people is really not good. Of course, it is also possible that Hogwarts, under the cultivation of Dumbledore generation after generation, has turned excellent students into mediocrity. waste..."

The anger was gathering, and the Dark Lord didn't yell at him to limit it, which seemed to give him courage, poured fuel on the raging flames of anger, and at this moment he didn't know why he So bold, but he was fed up, fed up with himself forever pretending to be innocent, studying hard, obedient and happy in the Dark Lord's manor, and wandering in dreams every night

Those restrictions, those torments, the ever-high Dark Lord:

"Cedric is one of the best talents in Hogwarts this year, but you killed him! Professor Dumbledore has cultivated many outstanding wizards and witches, but you killed them—"

And, also, what lay in his heart, every time he thought about it was full of pain and guilt, what really drove him to escape from the Dark Lord: "It's like you killed my parents!"

There was a long silence, only the sound of Harry's gasping, rapid breathing.

To Harry's surprise, the Dark Lord didn't look very angry.It seemed that it was just the opposite when Harry first entered the room. At that time, the Dark Lord was furious, but now it was Harry who was furious—it was obvious that Harry had come to apologize.

"I killed your parents?" The Dark Lord repeated Harry's words with a grim smile in his voice, "You are so naive, Harry, I thought you had learned a little how to see the essence through the appearance .”