Main HP: The M-Attribute Savior

"You gave me eternal life. I know." The man's blood-red eyes were sharp yet gentle, his cunning hidden away. "You have to be mine." "Can you satisfy me?" "I think I can." "Then beat me with all your strength. Don't hold back." The boy looked utterly unsatisfied, yearning for something. "Are you sure you want that?" "...I think so." "Potter, is your troll-sized brain full of snot? Can't you put anything useful in there? Don't you have any dignity at all? Even trolls have dignity!" "...Dignity? What's that?" The boy smiled faintly. His grass-green eyes shifted away from the man and lowered, concealing every emotion. He stopped clinging to him, turned, and walked away. "I'm sure I never had any..." "Hey, why'd you come running over here while I was getting slapped by a woman?" The oddly dressed man, ornaments hanging all over his head, twitched his nose and rolled his shrewd eyes as he asked in confusion. "I love the wonderful feeling of getting slapped by them. Jack, don't try to steal it from me." The boy took a satisfied, deep breath, squinted, laughed, and showed his pearly white teeth. "Are you a pervert?" "Bingo." Jack covered his face. Good heavens, take me away! Let me escape this pervert. "Harry Potter, my nemesis. Hand over the Sorcerer's Stone." "No, unless you... Come on, hit me with a really good Cruciatus Curse. Come on, baby!" Voldemort's hand shook, and his wand fell to the ground. Hey, who's the idiot here, Merlin! This story is bonkers, bizarre, and melodramatic. The author is a silly novice. The young master's motto: Life is melodrama. You just get used to it after a while. The music for the blurb is Concerto pour deux voix