Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry returned to Flamel Manor, Voldemort's owl also appeared to arrive.He proudly left a black letter with gorgeous dark lines on the dining table.The signature on it terrified the wizards sitting next to him - even if they were Harry's bodyguards.

Harry saw this when he walked into the dining room.

"Looks like you had a good rest last night, Harry." Cia Flame patted him on the shoulder as he passed by, startling Harry. "Good morning, Monsieur Flamel."

"It can't eat people." Ron put down the cup in his hand and shook his head, walked over and picked up the letter - Emily looked at him with surprise and admiration, and breathed a sigh of relief and put away the wand that she quietly took out.Ron threw it to Harry across the table, "It's for you." Harry subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, already guessing what might be inside.

By the time he opened the letter and sat down to read it quickly, Hermione was sitting next to him, and Ron was working on the second flatbread, asking without looking up as he filled his plate with bacon and pickled herring. : "What's in it?" Hermione patted the ink-smelling newspaper between the three of them, "I doubt that the Daily Prophet can write anything interesting other than these inflammatory remarks."

Ron let out a snort that he didn't know whether it was approval or dissatisfaction: "You are still ordering this thing."

"This is to learn about current events." Hermione glanced at him impatiently, "We have to list the key outlines of Potions later, and our herbalism review progress can be carried out together with potions. Mr. Flamel solved a few cauldrons. By the way, Harry's notes are very useful, I thought it would take another week." Hearing this, Ron's expression seemed to be lost at the contents of his plate. lost appetite.

After Hermione finished speaking, she found the letter in Harry's hand, and immediately frowned, "Voldemort's letter?"

"Please, Hermione, don't say that name."

Ron put down his fork with a grunt, still shivering uncontrollably.

After reading the contents of the letter, Harry handed them the parchment with a faint fragrance. "Negotiate pre-war preparations. During this period of time, we will continue to formulate a battle plan." "Ten thousand—" Ron's exclamation was swallowed by himself. He stared at the number on the parchment, and looked at Harry in surprise. Li, the latter nodded calmly.

"The Grumpy Goblin is busy now," Ron whispered.

Harry asked with some doubts: "Grumpy what?"

"The production team of the Firebolt, they just named themselves last month - I heard from the Auror team who delivered the supplies." Ron explained enviously.

"Harry, it requires you to attend the pre-battle meeting yourself, 'carriers cannot exceed 5 wizards'." Unlike the two boys, Hermione read the letter carefully and found this, "It's not fair. They put The meeting place is set somewhere—it must be the territory of the Death Eaters, so we are too passive. And the number of ten thousand—” Hermione frowned tightly, “The Death Eaters can already afford such a large A lot of money, it seems that they are developing very quickly."

As Harry expected, both Mundungus Fletcher and Kingsley Shacklebolt confirmed that the Order of the Phoenix could afford the cost, but apparently Lucius Malfoy didn't think it would be possible to pay it all. payment is necessary. "They're living in a secret location, they're safe and secure, and there's always something to give."

"But now there is a truce." Harry was also very distressed about this. Pre-war preparations were not an easy job. He had to equip everyone with potions and some auxiliary alchemy items. The feeling of being stretched.Lucius Malfoy knew the Firebolt broom production team quite well, and he was even invited to visit their assembly line.

"As long as you tell them that Germany is serving the Dark Lord for free, it's not difficult to figure it out." Lucius' tone was quite affirmative, "In fact, you can pay in several installments first. The second time will be the fastest When this war is over, it's a war that concerns the common interests of the wizarding community, and they won't make fun of themselves in the middle—I assume there will still be threats of vampires outside at that time." The Malfoy patriarch took the initiative to take over the matter, An order of [-] Firebolts was almost settled at the price of a deposit.When the agreement was handed over to Harry, he was still a little dazed.

"Nice job." Looking at Lucius Malfoy's reserved smile, that was all Harry could say.

In addition to intensively reviewing homework, Harry had to watch the plans made by the members of the Order of the Phoenix during the day. The members of the Order of the Phoenix who participated in the French campaign last time became the backbone this time. Mr. John combined their memories——Harry for this Borrowed the Pensieve from Hogwarts—a new type of vampire and senior vampire, and formulated a new training plan.In order to give the new members who have never seen vampires an intuitive feeling, members of Harry and Ron's first team even went to the border of Italy and captured more than a dozen wandering vampires. Unfortunately, they couldn't ask anything. useful stuff.

Of course, there were members of the Order of the Phoenix who didn't want to join the war anymore, and Harry didn't force it. He even set up a channel to apply for withdrawal.When all this got busy, Harry had less time to go to Enfield 24, and occasionally he could have an hour to receive Voldemort's guidance, and most of the time it was already late at night.

Compared with Harry's busyness, Voldemort was more relaxed. "Harry, I think you worry about their lives more than anyone else," Voldemort couldn't help saying again when the boy almost climbed into bed and almost fell asleep, "War is inherently a process of elimination. Death, only a powerful wizard can survive."

"No, I hate carving their names on stones." Harry murmured blindfolded, and fell asleep in a more comfortable position in Voldemort's arms. Voldemort's dark red eyes became dark, of course he had heard about the magic bazaar named Cindrik, and today the Death Eaters received news about the 150-foot lighthouse monument - commemorating those who died in the Battle of France The minaret of the old man was built, and his boys had carved the names on it with their own hands.

Densely packed.

Every time a name is recited, there will be crying and choking voices from the crowd watching the ceremony.With Harry's character, it's impossible to feel better. Voldemort sighed, gently stroked Harry's disobedient hair, hugged the boy's seductive body with the scent of bath bubbles, and his fingers unconsciously fell from the smooth back Gently stroking Harry's tailbone near his buttocks, restraining himself rationally to think of a certain place that makes it tight and charming--you don't need to look to know that the snake-shaped pattern carved into the soul on the skin here is excited Flicking his tail, oh, his Harry still doesn't know the mystery of this mark.

Voldemort pondered for a while, and finally he could only gently place a kiss on the boy's lips that would not wake him up.

Then he remembered another thing the boy had said.The Order of the Phoenix applied for the Order of Merlin, First Class, with the wolfsbane antidote, and generously promised to disclose it to the public.Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but curl his lips. His boy purposely took this opportunity to make this request. Even if he could recruit enough men for the Italian battle, he still couldn't damage the prestige of the Order of the Phoenix at this time. .

What's more, Lucius, a cunning fox, has already published papers in various magic journals, and when both sides are overwhelmingly recruiting people, this is a coup.It also fills the spiritual gap caused by the same provocative content of the Daily Prophet in recent days. Thinking of this, Voldemort let out a sigh of regret. At first he was happy to think that it was Harry's trick, thinking that the boy he admired was finally willing to make progress in politics—but now he can only blame it on the other party's keen as a lion sense of smell.

Hogwarts graduation exams came at this busy time. On June 6th, the owl of the current principal, Professor McGonagall, sent the final exam schedule.

"Nine o'clock in the morning, oh no, the first game is potions." Ron couldn't accept it.The three of them were sitting in the warm and dry living room, the coffee table was covered with old parchments—Harry had borrowed their homework from Professor McGonagall, and considering that they had missed a whole year of classes, Minerva McGonagall also sent the seventh grade detention worksheets, and Hermione took them as extra exercises without hesitation, and dragged Harry and Ron along.

"Perhaps considering that potions require precise steps..." Harry comforted him uncertainly, "There will be History of Magic and Herbology in the afternoon, and three exams can be completed in one day."

Ron said bitterly, "You forgot about astronomy at night. We have to go to the astronomy tower in the middle of the night. Do you remember how to draw the chart?" "We just reviewed it." Hermione looked up from behind the form and glanced quickly. He said with a glance, "You're just too nervous to remember."

After speaking, her attention fell on the form again:

"The next morning is the Transfiguration exam, and the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts and Arithmetic Divination—oh, it seems that the two of you have to take the Divination exam in the second round." Harry always felt that Hermione's tone of mentioning divination was still irritating. So slightly disapproving, "I can use this time to look at arithmetic and divination, and I have a test at four o'clock in the afternoon."

"They also set the ancient rune at seven o'clock in the evening."

Hermione put down the form, "Finally, there will be another Muggle Studies exam at nine o'clock in the evening-of course, this has nothing to do with us."

"Perhaps the only good thing is that the final exam is easier than the Ultimate Wizarding Level." Harry tried to relax Ron, although he seemed more nervous.Hermione said disapprovingly: "We should be thankful that we have reviewed everything that should be reviewed." Harry suddenly realized that everything seemed to be far away from them this day. In the evening, even Voldemort let a A barn owl delivered a note:

You need enough sleep for the exam, go to bed at nine, don't stay up late, your friends will supervise you.

Good luck with your exam.

—Love you Rahel

Harry finally showed his first happy smile of the day.

"Good morning, Harry."

The next morning, Harry got up early, and the quill, ink bottle and parchment had all been put into the school bag in advance.As he went downstairs for breakfast, he received curious looks from the guards. "Good morning." Harry felt a little embarrassed.Last weekend, Mrs. Malkin rushed to send the package according to the body size of the three of them.It also has the words Hogwarts school robes marked on it.Unexpectedly, after opening it, it was discovered that it was not exactly a school robe.

Harry's black robe was embroidered with scarlet trim, and the white shirt and gold-red tie were made of silk. The outer robe looks quite energetic. "Harry, would you like some bacon and porridge." Sia Flamay moved his round glasses and smiled, "Today is an important day."

"Thank you." Harry pulled out a chair and sat down.Soon Ron and Hermione came too.Noldo swallowed the food in his mouth, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "It's a nice robe, I guess it's Madam Malkin's handicraft."

Their robes were exactly the same as Harry's, except without the trim, and Hermione's had a cinnamon twig at the collar, while Ron's had a vine.At this moment, the flame in the fireplace burst up with a whoosh, and Sturgis Podmore's head appeared inside, his beard almost touching the carpet in front of the fireplace: "Oh, oh, sorry..." He cleared Clearing his throat, everyone in the restaurant looked at him.Cia LeMay was not surprised: "Sturgis, are things going well?"

"Of course, the Ministry of Magic is surprisingly easy to talk about this time." Storge's tone was a little weird, and then he turned his eyes to Harry who was staring at him, and his expression became stiff: "Good morning, Mr. Potter, due to special circumstances, you Might be headed to Hogwarts with your friends by the fireplace, you know, the temporary Floo network, to the headmaster's office."