HP Dark Hero

?It was early summer, and even under the best of conditions, the temperatures were sweltering, much to the dismay of anyone accustomed to comfortable temperatures.The Muggle air conditioner is running continuously, and wizards make up spells for themselves from time to time. Only in this way can we face life happily.

At this moment, in East Yorkshire, England, a hidden cafe where local wizards gather, but no one can feel the summer temperature.

A few Death Eaters in mourning black cloaks stood by the door. They were assigned by the Dark Lord to assist (monitor) Phoenix, but at the moment they all kept silent. In the frozen silence, only the young man with the silver mask said indifferently. The sound of spitting out the spell was mixed with screams and screams.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people who were able to make a sound, and the deliberate and obvious contempt in those dark green and almost black eyes became more and more chilling...and yearning.

In July 1997, Phoenix, who disappeared for a while, became famous again.

The rise of the Phoenix almost kills, with Death Eaters in silver masks taking part in most of the raids.He, the witch Bella, and the werewolf Fenrir are well-known as the three craziest Death Eaters, and their actions have become more and more ruthless, even to the point where even other Death Eaters dare not approach──In fact, the real death is his death. There weren't many people under the wand, and compared to a brisk Avada, he seemed to have suddenly realized the joy of torture.

The dark magic he uses is little-known and penetrating, and all recognizable spells are classified into the appalling category—from the first and second generations of Dark Lords learned from the original world—which makes Phoenix's reputation in the A part of the black magic fanatic dark wizards and death eaters rose.

In order not to arouse Voldemort's dislike, Harry chose to act alone more and more.

At the same time, there is a disturbing one-sided trend in public opinion in the wizarding world, forming a situation where the Dark Lord's side is powerful, but Albus Dumbledore is helpless.People living in the magic world began to ask for the savior and the supreme leader of the white magic to come forward, which was exactly what Voldemort wanted.However, at the beginning of the summer vacation, the savior Harry Potter was still hidden by the Order of the Phoenix and quietly sent back to the home of his Muggle relatives, but he was nowhere to be seen, as if he had shut his ears to people's rising criticism.

Voldemort was furious. During this year, he experienced major changes such as capturing Potter, Severus Snape's betrayal, missing the chance to kill the savior, and the forged savior of the Order of the Phoenix defected and joined.After the Three Witches Contest, the wizened and emaciated savior escaped from the sky again, and the ups and downs of the situation wore out the little patience left by the Dark Lord.

Now, he just wanted to strangle that damned green-eyed mouse that was good at slipping away from him as quickly as possible, so as to avoid future troubles forever.

In order to achieve this goal, the Death Eaters came out in full force, and the whole of England was in chaos for a while. The proud and independent British wizarding world finally sniffed out the signs that had been stuffed under their noses: the war was coming.

Numbly hanging on to the opponent's life, Harry cast spells one after another at the wizard who was struggling and rolling on the ground.

"Sir...should we go?" a Death Eater behind him said tremblingly.

Harry looked back with cold eyes, the Death Eater's heart tightened, and he quickly added a lot of words, reminding that there will be a Death Eater gathering later, and repeatedly emphasized that this order was issued by the Lord himself. Harry nodded casually, slammed a tongue-lock on the screaming wizard on the ground, huddled in a ball, and threw it to the other Death Eaters to clean up the mess before turning and leaving.

He quickly left the depressing space, narrowing his eyes slightly due to the bright sunlight outside, and the shadows under his eyes made him look very tired. Harry avoided the sun, turned into the dark alley with light and heavy steps, and was caught by a hand that suddenly stuck out in front of him when he shifted his weight.

The black curly-haired foreign wizard lowered his purple eyes, gently took off Harry's mask, and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

"You're not doing well today, I shouldn't have let you out," Blaise said, looking at Harry's pale, sleepy face. "Don't go, okay? This is just an ordinary mission..."

"It's an ordinary task, but assigned by Voldemort. I can't be absent."

Harry smiled gratefully, and suddenly there was the sound of several Death Eaters approaching behind him, and one of them shouted in a low voice: "Lord Phoenix—are you here? The people over there are..."

Harry subconsciously turned around, covered Blaise with a wide Death Eater cloak, and replied coldly: "Fish caught."

The young Death Eater was obviously an admirer of the Dark Arts, because he immediately drew his wand and walked over, looking terrified and ashamed of making a mistake in front of Harry, "Sorry, Lord Phoenix, we didn't guard well ...Please let me serve you──”

"No!" Harry yelled, stopping the other's footsteps, but caught a glimpse of suspicious expressions on the faces of the other Death Eaters who were chasing after him. "I'll catch up later—"

Saying that, Harry held Blaise firmly under his body, hugged him in his arms and took a breath.He was literally lip-to-lip, making a loud, ambiguous tuck with Blaise's lower lip in his mouth. Harry was distracted to pay attention to the movement behind him, completely oblivious to the moment Blaise, who was pressed against the corner by him, stared blankly at the moment they kissed. His face was flushed red, like a big boy who sympathized with Dou Chukai.

When Harry showed that he was ready to enjoy the spoils, the other Death Eaters immediately put on knowing expressions, smiled crudely and left.Several Death Eaters who were in charge of monitoring Harry planned to stay to confirm the other party's identity, but were pushed and shoved away by their companions.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Harry stepped back slightly, and was caught off guard by Blaise Zabini who was below him, who grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard, licking his lips.

"Blaise, wait..." Harry was taken aback, and the moment he opened his mouth, he felt something slippery and pliable protruding into his mouth, entangled his tongue and fiddled with it incessantly.

Harry was stunned for dozens of seconds before he realized what the siege was in his mouth, his face suddenly flushed red, his heartbeat stalled, and Harry even nervously wondered if his heart was about to burst into his chest and beating wildly. out.

Merlin, if the heart bursts, is there a way to fix it? !

Harry thought dizzily from lack of oxygen, and suddenly the tip of his tongue hurt, he suddenly came back to his senses, and met the purple eyes that were extremely close to him. The tails of Blaise's slightly raised eyes were radiant and seductive red, and his focused eyes only reflected his bewildered self.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaise asked vaguely, sweeping Harry's soft mouth with his tongue in his mouth.At the same time, he wrapped one hand around Harry's neck in an imprisoning posture, and put the other hand under his clothes along Harry's back, caressing every inch of his skin lightly, and even took time to say between lips and teeth, "Let me confirm Did you get hurt?"...

Harry could only feel the magma rushing through his veins, his blood bubbling all over his body, and the palms of his hands pressing against the wall were sweating from the wet kisses and touches.The awkward position of being pulled forward and kissed made his legs tremble slightly, and when Blaise's fingertips brushed a certain spot on Harry's chest like a feather, Harry's scalp went numb, and finally he couldn't hold himself back and fell heavily on Blaise's legs superior.

The kiss between the two was interrupted by the change of Harry's posture. There was only one breath between the lips. The other's panting hot air was on each other's lips. The tight chest could clearly feel the other's heart beating violently. .

"Uh, I... that... I'm sorry... it's the first time in a place like this," Harry murmured to Blaise, blushing. "It's a pity I can't taste what a kiss is like..."

Blaise pulled off the Death Eater cloak from Harry without hesitation, looking into those bright green eyes burning with desire.He looked at the panting Harry and his red and swollen lips, wondering if this was a dream, and felt that this was more beautiful than every scene he had imagined, otherwise how could Harry, who was so dull as to kill him, suddenly enlightened, even if The reality is that they only exchanged a kiss.

The reality is...they exchanged a kiss!

Blaise tightened his grip, thinking dizzily.

Harry thought about the same thing, because his cheeks were hot from the passionate kiss just now, and everything from the tips of his ears to his neck must have been extremely red.At this moment, he looked at Blaise's collar that was torn apart by him just now, the extraordinarily bright purple eyes, and the red lips that were sucked by him, and an inexplicable heat suddenly surged in his heart, and there was an excited and high-pitched voice The bottom of my heart shouted 'do it again'.

So Harry did just that.

He squinted his eyes as if locking on his prey, imitated Blaise's action just now and grabbed the back of the other's head, and kissed Blaise's lips again. Harry stuck out his tongue and licked Blaise's lips meticulously, then sealed the other's lips leisurely, tilted his head to try to find a better angle, pried open Blaise's jaws, and took the initiative to poke in slightly greenly.He didn't seem to know what to do, he just tried to remember Blaise's kiss. Blaise frankly—or rather flattered—accepted the second kiss from the sky, Harry's childish imitation ended up hooking his tongue and messing it between Blaise's lips and teeth, and the saliva that was too late to swallow overflowed and fell to the ground With a crisp and smacking sound, Harry's cheeks, which had managed to retreat a little from the heat, burned again, but he still persisted in grabbing every ounce of oxygen in Blaise's chest.

After a few minutes, Harry ended the kiss dizzily, panting violently while leaning on Blaise's shoulder, his chest hurting like it was bursting.While Blaise was also blushing, it was obviously not because he couldn't breathe, because he even patted Harry's back with a lazy smile after he took a short breath.

"Honey, are you okay?" Blaise asked innocently, "Do you need artificial respiration?"

Harry was about to speak, but his arm suddenly felt hot, and he slowly raised his arm as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

It had almost been modified by Harry, only the Dark Mark, which looked intact, was glaringly red under the gaze of the two of them.

Blaise took a deep breath, hugged Harry hard, and decisively put the black-haired youth aside.Under Harry's bewildered gaze, he took off his robe and threw it to Harry, and pulled the Death Eater's cloak and silver mask aside.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he said calmly, "Blaise, what are you going to do?"

Blaise chuckled, and slipped on the Death Eater cloak, "Hmmm - to attend the afternoon meeting?"

Under Harry's disbelieving gaze, he lazily pulled out a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and with a flick of his finger, a black hair melted into the potion.He dodged Harry's movement to snatch the potion, raised his head and took a sip.After the brief scalding sensation of melting and recasting between the bones, Blaise lifted up the smooth silver mask, and saw Harry's dangerous gaze on it, and the lazy expression of another 'Harry' who raised eyebrows and smiled lowly.

"Blaise, it's not too late to quit what you're going to do." Harry said almost menacingly, "Let's not say that Polyjuice Potion is only effective for an hour, you think Voldemort can't smell Polyjuice Potion? And It's not that he can't smell without his nose! It's impossible to play such a trick in front of his eyes."

Blaise shook the silver mask in his hand leisurely, the inner side of the mask showed fine lines in the reflection.

"I once added a few functions to this thing, including deodorization, in case your fellow werewolf puts a dog's nose on my people again." Blaise laughed, "Who would have thought that the refreshing spell that is usually attached to the house can How about this kind of effect? ​​As for the compound decoction, I still have a lot.”

Harry realized that Blaise had come prepared.

"You don't need—"

"Besides," Blaise put on the silver mask, moving his gaze over Harry pointedly, "I don't think you'll be able to calm down enough to face your boss..."

Harry looked down in confusion, then put on Blaise's robes, coughed uncomfortably under the cover of the wide robes, his cold eyes turned into embarrassment and disapproval.

"Don't worry. It's just a regular meeting, I'll be back soon. The location just heard from those Death Eaters..." Blaise reassured, and didn't say much when he caught a glimpse of the increasingly bright Dark Mark on Harry's arm, Immediately Apparate away with a flick of the wand.

Harry stared at the spot where Blaise had disappeared.

He was annoyed to find that after smelling the remaining breath of the other party on the robe, the uncooperative part became more energetic, and then he gave himself a blow to the head of Qingquan Rushui, which still had no effect, and he squatted down slowly against the wall in frustration, burying his face in the In the palm, only a mess of short black hair and red ears are exposed.

He let out a weak whimper of frustration, and began to regret that he didn't petrify the opponent with a clean spell.

When 'Phoenix' arrived, most of the Death Eaters had already arrived. Fortunately, Voldemort himself did not seem to be there, and no one dared to comment on Phoenix's late arrival.He glanced around, then came to the center with light and soundless steps, and stood beside another Death Eater.The Death Eater next to him was also wearing a cloak and a ghastly white Death Eater mask, with long platinum-blond hair slipping from the brim of the hat.

Dozens of people—or hundreds of people, it's really too dark here—still stood still for a while, and then they were greeted by the eerie and piercing voice of their superiors.

He sounded like a chilly hurricane blowing through the hollow, and hissed like a poisonous snake hidden in a rock crevice, with a pair of bloody snake eyes without emotion.

"I think we seem to have the upper hand." He said in a restrained tone, "but there are still people who think... the Order of the Phoenix's defeat in this war is just a temporary escape, because the Savior doesn't think he will lose to me— When he came out of the Department of Mysteries, he survived the siege of me and many Death Eaters without incident, and even his godfather, Sirius Black, miraculously survived from behind the arch."

Voldemort stepped forward, "I was thinking—is it possible that someone will soon say that Lord Voldemort is the one who can make the enemy go beyond death?"

Bella hurried forward, "Dear Lord...my master, we can once again give them a head-on blow in the Department of Mysteries to wash away this slander──"

Voldemort drew out his wand, Bella flinched subconsciously, but received no punishment.She looked up at Voldemort with feverish eyes full of agitation, and Voldemort didn't look at her, but said coldly: "Bella, if I didn't ask anyone to speak, then everyone should keep their mouths shut──this is the rule. "

Bella bit her lip and had to back down unwillingly.

"It's a good idea, though—it's almost as much naive as it is stupid. Dumbledore sent his baby savior back to the Muggles long after summer break began, and you tell me how we're going to find the savior and coax him into Let him go to the Department of Mysteries unsuspecting and hit the tip of our staff?"

He stopped and looked at his subordinates. From Voldemort's attitude of waiting for an answer, the Death Eaters came forward to offer their opinions cautiously. People like Anthony Dolokhov and McNeil were particularly active, seizing the rare opportunity. Advice to the Dark Lord, trying to win the leader's favor.

But none of these proposals made Voldemort nod, only made his face worse.

Phoenix was silent, and finally, after more than a dozen people had failed to return, he took a slow step forward and knelt down on one knee.

"Lord, I have a solution."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "Phoenix, you are always full of surprises and expectations—tell me about your method."

Completely ignoring Bella's stare, Phoenix said in a deep voice, "We all know that the Hogwarts professors have influence on Potter who is still a student, but most of them are Dumbledore's lackeys—only one exception."

"Ah, yes," Voldemort said in dismay, "your little lover Proth Assistant..."

He guessed almost immediately what Phoenix was going to say, and the near nepotism implied in the suggestion made him sick to his stomach.

Phoenix seemed to be out of breath for a moment at Voldemort's words, but he quickly restrained every ounce of overt emotion and continued, "Yes. Lord, I can ask my... lover to contact Potter in the name of summer tutoring Trick him out of the door. At the same time, release the news that the little savior has been captured by us, and secretly ambush them──”

"Enough. The details are not up to you. I have to admit that this is a somewhat feasible idea..." Voldemort's tone carried a certain cruel interest, "That's up to you, Phoenix."

"Bring him to me—"