Doomed to be an enemy

"Potter..."

The anger on Terrence's face disappeared all of a sudden.He said hello dryly: "It's really a rare visitor, do you need us to applaud?"

He gave a short laugh, but soon it was gone.

The air became extremely heavy, and the tension formed by the invisible magic oppression was like a string that was about to be tightened, making one's scalp tingle, and instinctively wanting to show the most guarded side.It was as if Harry's rage seemed substantial, or, perhaps, a form of magic itself.

"I don't think you can represent Slytherin."

Harry approached slowly, his wand didn't waver at all, his emerald green eyes swept over them one by one, "Just like what you say doesn't represent Voldemort."

The name of the Dark Lord was like a gust of cold wind, blowing the torches flickering, gasping for air one after another, and their faces turned pale and frightened in an instant. "Don't mind your own business—" Terrence's cheek muscles twitched, his eyes fixed on Harry's wand.Millison swallowed:

"It's just a misunderstanding, old Slytherin tradition."

She pulled out an ugly smile, slurring her words.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly - a habit he had learned from Voldemort, and it made his anger less violent.He really didn't understand the so-called traditions, but in any case there shouldn't be Unforgivable spells at Hogwarts - not even Slytherin.

"I don't think it's a misunderstanding," Harry heard himself say flatly.

The three Slytherin students did not dare to act rashly, but Draco Malfoy was obviously not among them.No one would have thought that he would suddenly launch an attack:

"Stupid!—"

Derian fell limply to the ground without humming, "The wand is flying!" Terrence Higgins wanted to recall his wand, Harry waved his wand subconsciously, and Terrence's wand on the ground trembled for a moment Suddenly stopped moving, and by the time Tegus realized it, it was too late.

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

Draco threw him a curse mercilessly, Terrence grabbed Millicent's robe in front of him in desperation, the pudgy girl met the petrification curse with her eyes wide open, and Terence Adams let go of his hand in disgust, and she fell back stiffly, slamming still.

"Yes, tradition."

When Draco's wand was pointed at him, Terrence calmly grabbed the metal ball pendant on his chest, the golden light was very conspicuous in the dark: "You can't attack me." He said sharply , the voice came from a long distance in the stone corridor, "Anyone who intentionally attacks minor wizards will be sent to Azkaban for reflection."

"Although there are still a few days to graduate, unfortunately, I am still a minor wizard who has not graduated."

Terrence stared at his wand, which was motionless on the ground behind Harry, for a while, before looking at him fearfully, "Potter, you should know this best, right, you have to testify for me."

Draco Malfoy had to hold down his increasingly rapid breathing, a trace of disgust and anger flashed in his ice blue eyes, but there was also a fierce unwillingness to do so.

He really couldn't cast a spell on Terrence Higgins, not now.

"I'm not sure if Malfoy would attack a student who turned on the magic recorder," Harry suddenly smiled, looking at the unrepentant Slytherin student, "but I'm sure you used the magic recorder just now." Forgive the spell, maybe I should send a copy of my own memory to the Auror office before dawn, and of course, to Headmaster McGonagall." The wand in Harry's hand drooped slightly, watching Terrence's gradually turning blue Face, "You reminded me, I will testify when the time comes."

"The Dark Lord controls the Ministry of Magic—" Terrence argued palely.

"He won't take someone like you." Draco Malfoy sneered, "A simple flashback spell, and you won't even think about graduating, and they'll break your wand."

"No—" The Slytherin student finally panicked, really.

What is the concept of a broken wand?It was a cruel act of banning wizards from using magic.Harry once worried after bragging about his aunt in the third grade, and he actually fought for himself in the Wizengamot Magic Tribunal in the fifth grade.

He knew all too well what kind of fear it was.

Ripples finally appeared in Harry's calm and indifferent eyes. He couldn't bear the fear in Terrence Higgins' eyes, but when he thought about the Cruciatus Curse that he had used mercilessly just now, he felt that he was not worthy of sympathy. "You have to promise not to use those spells, those unforgivable spells at Hogwarts." After a while, Harry couldn't help but say.

"I promise." This time Terrence Higgins agreed very quickly - he didn't even realize what he promised, Harry only saw him looking at himself with pleading, "You have to promise not to Talk about it."

"I don't think it will work, now, turn it off—!"

Draco Malfoy took a step forward, getting closer, threatening sparks from the tip of his wand.Terrence's eyes changed, and he stared at him coldly.

To Harry's surprise, he actually turned off the magic recorder.

"Passed out!"

The next second, Draco's spell hit him, and Terrence threw himself on top of Senmiri on the floor under her horrified gaze.

Harry froze for a moment, then put away his wand.Draco's shoulders relaxed, his wand grip fell to his side, and his neat platinum-blonde hair looked a little messy. "I told you I could handle it." When Harry looked over, Draco refused to look back.He wisely skipped the subject, "I can apply to Professor McGonagall for a new temporary dormitory, if you don't mind."

"No need." Draco waved his wand to extinguish the still burning flames, "My bedroom is in Slytherin."

His face was not relaxed because he had brought down the enemy. Draco Malfoy already understood that tonight's attack, including Terrence, was just a temptation to be pushed out.If the Malfoy family showed any signs of decline, these Slytherins would definitely send him to the Dark Lord - even if the opponents were just a bunch of youngsters who didn't join the Death Eaters.

Harry was not surprised, Draco Malfoy's uncooperative attitude was already extremely obvious on the Astronomy Tower. "I hope this kind of attack won't happen twice a day as Malfoy himself said." Harry glanced at the three unconscious Slytherins on the floor, thought for a while, and sent them to the Professor Slughorns' office.

"You mean, they attacked Mr. Malfoy at the door of the Slytherin lounge?" Slughorns looked shocked.He glanced quickly at the three wands Harry had left on his desk, hesitated, and was visibly relieved that Draco Malfoy wasn't hurt.

"Sorry, Mr. Potter, I will give you an account of this matter." The smooth professor said.Those usually kind and cunning eyes looked at Harry with subtle anxiety.Instead of looking at him like he used to, his eyes glowing with regret that Harry hadn't gone to Slytherin.

Harry suddenly felt heavy and panicked.

It seems that as the shadow of the war fades, the status of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix seems to be higher. He has no doubt that the head of Slytherin will thoroughly investigate this matter this time, and it may even be the second after he leaves the cellar. Just cast a flashback spell on these wands.And once the old professor who has always maintained Slytherin subtly finds traces of the Cruciatus Curse, it is very likely that he will deal with it seriously.

Part of the reason for this is even to give myself an "account".Harry finally understood what Draco Malfoy meant when he said that - it really wasn't funny at all.

"Professor," Harry said suddenly, and in the questioning eyes of Slughorns sitting behind his desk, he said solemnly, "Actually, from the position of the Order of the Phoenix, I don't intend to take it seriously. As long as You can guarantee that nothing like this will happen again in the next day."

"Mr. Potter, are you serious?" Professor Slughorns was stunned. He stared at Harry with probing eyes—those emerald green eyes were always frank.

Harry nodded.

"I'm sure Slytherin has his own way of doing things, you can handle this, right?" Harry didn't back down on this point.

"Yes, yes..." Slughorns replied a little dazedly, and he finally showed a real smile, "I assure you."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Thank you, then, I will take my leave." Slughorns nodded, indicating that he could leave.

Amid the sound of chairs rubbing against the floor, Harry stood up from the armchair, turned and walked towards the door.

"Mr. Potter." Slughorns called to Harry just as he was about to open the door and go out.Harry stopped in his tracks and looked politely at the elderly professor.

Professor Slughorns was as uneasy and hesitant as he was drunk in Hagrid's cabin.He looked at Harry, and finally whispered:

"You'd be a great leader."

When we returned to the lounge, it was already one o'clock at night, and there was only a slight glow of charcoal in the stove.Snoring came from the four-poster bed in the bedroom.Harry walked silently to his bed, lit his wand, and found that the house-elf had made the bed for him, and even had a fluffy quilt.His schoolbag was placed next to the bed.Harry lowered the curtains, sat on the edge of the bed and changed into his pajamas. He found that the snow-white fabric used in the clothes was loose and comfortable, with a thin layer of fluff lining inside. It wasn't particularly hot, and it was quite warm in the middle of the night.

Harry remembered that before he went back to school, he had complained that Hogwarts was very cold at night, and it was only better in midsummer. Voldemort actually remembered and prepared such pajamas for him.Harry hugged his knees in the drapery and huddled under the covers.Emerald green eyes stared absently at a certain point in the air.

He suddenly missed the other person a little, and even wanted to confide all the confusion he encountered to that man.

Blinking his dry eyes, Harry felt a surge of drowsiness. He turned over, and a thought slipped through his mind before going to sleep:

Voldemort would definitely raise his eyebrows at that time, scoffing at his thoughts while helping himself to understand his confusion - even though it might seem like a nonsense.

The next morning, Harry, woken up by the magic alarm clock, changed in the curtains.He heard Ron yawn and say, "What was the first test?"

"Transfiguration," Harry replied.

He tucked his pajamas under the covers and changed into a robe before jumping out of bed. "The exam starts at nine, we have to hurry up."

When they arrived at the auditorium, they saw Hermione looking down at a thick book while drinking porridge.Not only that, the two seats opposite her were occupied by two books, obviously reserved for them.

"It's early, Hermione," said Ron, who caught a glimpse of her watching the tap-dancing part. "I can't sleep, I wake up at four or five o'clock." Hermione raised her head and glanced at them, "I think lying on the bed is better than reading a book. Oh, Harry, your dark circles are really heavy. By the way In a word, what time did you go back yesterday? Ron and I waited for you for an hour."

"Sorry, something went wrong." Harry caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy walking into the auditorium, and he seemed to be walking freely and uninjured, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and walked around calmly. After casting the silencing spell, he lowered his voice and told what happened last night.

"That Slytherin used the Cruciatus Curse?!" Hermione said in surprise.

Harry nodded.

"Looks like Lucius Malfoy is right to worry, I mean no wonder he asked you to look at his son, he must have thought of this a long time ago." Ron looked at the sausage on his plate, couldn't help but Live said.

"Draco Malfoy still wants to leave those Slytherins in the cellar to demonstrate. I think his situation may be quite bad." Harry frowned, "Fortunately, the exams are over today, and the graduation ceremony must at least Wait until the final results come out."

After breakfast, when they came to the transformation class classroom on the third floor, Professor McGonagall was already on the podium.

"This is the last time to test your standards. I hope you will take this exam seriously. At least until your report card comes out, don't let me see anyone cheating and being kicked out of the classroom." She said seriously.There is a stack of test papers stacked high on the desk.

When the paper was in his hand, Harry took out his quill and inkwell and began to answer the questions.

This was probably the easiest time. In order to practice Animagus, he almost revisited the Transfiguration textbook—oh, although it was limited to the part of the transformation of life species.

The subsequent practical exams are much easier.Turn an inkwell into a bird.

What Harry did was beautiful - he conjured a Hedwig.Soon, the classroom was full of bird calls, and Ron seemed to want to turn his inkpot into a parrot, and the feathers seemed to be sprinkled with ink.Harry looked around, and Hermione turned into a falcon, but Malfoy turned into a white peacock.

Professor McGonagall recorded everyone's performance, and then made a request that made most people sigh.

"Change back...?" The students looked at their birds dumbfounded.Some still have inkwell caps on them, or the feathers are simply made of glass.Someone turned something else into an ink bottle by chance, and Professor McGonagall discovered it: "Mr. Thomas, where is your quill?" Dean Thomas put his hands under the table, and his bird seemed to be very grumpy. After pecking at him, Dean let go of his hand with a cry of pain, and saw a pheasant clucking out and throwing its head up high on his table.

"puff……"

There were muffled laughter all around.Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows without saying anything, and Dean Thomas used his wand to turn his inkwell back into a quill.

Harry turned his gaze back to Hedwig in front of him, she was watching him quietly and ladylikely.To be on the safe side, Harry solemnly counter-cursed.In an instant Hedwig disappeared, and the inkwell——had disappeared too.Harry frowned, and looked at Seamus Finnigan, who was winking at him on the left, who mouthed, "Lend me a moment."

Harry was stunned, and before he could answer, he heard Professor McGonagall who was standing behind Seamus say: "Mr. Finnigan, if you hold on tighter, your bird will die. Besides, I am Mr Porter's clean table is of interest."

"Well, Professor McGonagall—"

Seamus froze and let go of his hand subconsciously.His bird was a swift, lying dying in his palm, its body blurred for a moment, and suddenly turned into a broken ink bottle...Harry couldn't bear to look directly at Seamus, half-drenched in a daze Looking like a tall body, he quietly called back his ink bottle with his magic wand.

After the final exam of Transfiguration class, Harry's mood improved a lot. After the exam was over, everyone left the classroom and left the empty classroom to them. The tedious papers of NEWTs and practical requirements such as making tables dance, side flips, etc. couldn't make Harry feel better. A good mood turned a little bad.

"Two more subjects and it's over." In the auditorium, Ron stuffed two puddings and couldn't eat any more. "Oh, I almost thought Professor March would invite us to dinner." "No way, Harry refused very much earlier." Thoroughly." Hermione poked at the apple pie on the plate with her fork, clutching her chin and looking as if she was hesitant to eat it.Harry remembered that her parents were dentists, and that Hermione was very abstinent when it came to desserts.

"I don't know what the Defense Against the Dark Arts test is for." Harry pushed away the plate, and the table full of desserts made him lose his appetite. "Dude, I don't think there is anything to worry about." Ron said, "Light up your flame , don’t worry about anything.”

"The NEWTs test is to test the wizard's comprehensive ability, not a certain spell." Hermione poured cold water on them, "I'm more inclined to be some magical puppets that perform black magic."

Ron heard it, and said indifferently:

"Or a dementor. Harry is the first among us to have a physical Patronus." "But, Harry, can you be the last to take the NEWTs practical exam later?" Ron said in a low voice, " You know, if the previous ones are too exciting, the latter ones will not be very good for getting results..."

"Ron—" Hermione stared at him disapprovingly.

Harry didn't hear Ron's proposal at all, he was already there in a daze.

Patronus...

Patronus!