Doomed to be an enemy

In the spacious and bright classroom of the Transfiguration class, the tables and chairs were piled up against the walls, exposing a large open space in the middle.Ron and Hermione stood beside Professor Maggieban, silently eyeing the four wizards who had been pushed into the middle of the room.

They were dressed in half-worn robes, with chains on their hands and feet.Behind each of them were two Aurors in thin black cloaks staring at them.Ron would bet they were holding wands in their cloaked hands.Draco Malfoy stood a little further away from them, his face even paler.Because among the four Azkaban prisoners, a tall wizard was unabashedly weighing his weight with his eyes, his unshaven lips parted, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Draco Malfoy stared straight at the metal nameplate on his chest:

Ham Roper

There was a tremor in his heart.Draco had heard of this man when he was a child.He was a complete lunatic—that was when the Dark Lord was rampant. As a notorious dark wizard, Ham Roper not only tortured Muggles but also wizards, and his methods were very bloody.And importantly, he also rejected the solicitation of the Dark Lord, and was finally caught by the Death Eaters and thrown into Azkaban.

Being looked at by the other party like this, Draco felt like a caterpillar crawled up his back, creepy.

The air was silent and there was no sound at all, so the rattling of the chains on these prisoners was particularly loud.Equally loud was the sound of footsteps gradually resounding in the corridor.

This seemed to break the quiet atmosphere in the room.Professor Maggie class looked towards the door, and her tense cheeks were finally not so cold.Ron and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and the air visibly brightened.Even Draco Malfoy loosened his brows and gave Ham Roper a cold look.

Therefore, when Harry opened the door and walked in, almost everyone looked over - he took out his wand reflexively, and then restrained his instinct to cast a spell.The arrogant and malicious dark magic oppression in the air made him frown.

"Harry," Ron said.

"Sorry, I'm late." Harry pursed his lips and nodded to Professor Maggie class.The emerald green eyes looked irresistibly at the four dark wizards who almost fixed their eyes on him.A young man on the far right even whistled flirtatiously as he looked over. "Be honest—" Then he was stabbed in the back with a wand by an Auror behind him, and he staggered.

"You came just in time."

Professor Maggie took a deep breath, "The Ministry of Magic temporarily decided to cancel the written test of the Defense Against the Dark Arts test and use the tradition instead." Her voice was majestic and sarcastic. "Before, if a wizard apprentice wanted to become an official wizard, he had to kill enough enemies to prove his strength. Now, the Ministry of Magic has lenient this requirement."

"Or be killed, my dear." Her words drew the laughter of the dark wizards.A short witch responded maliciously.Her face was sallow, and her gray, blond hair was coiled in a knot.

Professor Maggie gave them an annoyed look, and then couldn't help saying to the window:

"You hear me, Kingsley, I don't think that's a good idea."

It was only then that Harry realized that there was a person standing in the shadow of the backlight next to the Aurors. The tall figure of Kingsley Shacklebolt moved closer, his sharp eyes swept across the four prisoners, and he paused when he met Harry's gaze A moment: "The order accepted by the Auror Office temporarily, the warrant was issued by the minister himself last night."

"When did the Minister of Magic start to care about the NEWTs exam?" Professor Maggieban said dissatisfiedly, "At least the examiner should be informed in advance."

Kingsley withdrew his gaze, bowed slightly to the veteran examiner, and said calmly, "Please forgive me, Professor."

Professor Maqiban's expression softened a little.Seeing that she no longer had any objections, Kingsley Shacklebolt took out a scroll of parchment from his pocket, unfolded it with a magic wand, and there was a twisted mouth on the parchment, and began to read the contents on it.

"In view of the fact that the NEWTs make-up exam candidates have excellent abilities far beyond ordinary students, a temporary resolution is hereby issued..."

Harry's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the parchment. The writing on it was not Voldemort's.Calmly, he used Occlumency, suppressing the anger that filled his heart, and Harry began to calmly consider the hints that Kingsley handed him.

The practical exam content of NEWTs should have been determined by the chief examiner, but Fudge not only canceled their Defense Against the Dark Arts written exam, but also sent such exam content.

Following the tradition?

Harry raised his eyebrows in his heart. In that case, why didn't this tough minister dare to issue a unified education order?

Those who came here to take the make-up exam, except Draco Malfoy, were all members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry himself was even the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.If the Minister followed the Dark Lord's orders to make this decision, there was no way Voldemort would not have revealed to him the 01:30 point in advance - assuming the other party didn't want to be accounted for by him afterwards.

Harry thought bitterly.

When he was practicing Animagus, he had clearly expressed his resistance to using people as objects for practicing magic. He couldn't believe that Voldemort didn't see it—the other party tolerated him, just as Harry didn't really try to prove it. Had Voldemort captured innocent wizards to practice Animagus Transfiguration in the first place - although it was very possible.

Besides, Harry's eyes fell on the signature of the Minister for Magic in the lower right corner of the parchment.He instinctively felt the malice in this sudden change.Voldemort would never have done such a foolish thing before the Strigoi headquarters was besieged. Thinking of this, Harry calmed down, and the aching rage that was burning in his ribs also subsided somewhat.

He began to try to use the method Voldemort taught him, to find the most beneficial method to analyze.

…If he believes that Voldemort did it, or that someone was injured during this exam, in order to find out about it, it will definitely put tension between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

Very well, without mentioning the truce agreement between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, the cooperation between the two sides in the battle against the blood clan will definitely not be so smooth, and they may even suffer more serious losses in the war.

The biggest beneficiaries... blood race?No, no, they don't have to be so devious. In comparison, the overall strength of wizards is at a disadvantage.

Then who else is dissatisfied with the peaceful coexistence between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, a force that does not belong to the Death Eaters, or even a weak force that has to hide in Voldemort's shadow to make such provocative behavior?

Harry's clear emerald green eyes suddenly became astonishingly cold.

Cornelius Fudge

Harry almost laughed, as he did, after Kingsley Shacklebolt read the warrant. "It seems that Minister Fudge is more conscientious than before." He said calmly, and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Shacklebolt, do you mind letting me see this warrant?" Without waiting for Kingsley Shacklebolt to reply , he waved his wand, and pulled the parchment suspended in the air over——

"Oh! You rude boy, how dare you! You hurt me!"

The parchment let out a high-pitched scream, and Harry grabbed it by the corner and cast the Revealing Charm mercilessly.The screaming stopped abruptly, and the mouth on the parchment disappeared.

Ron and Hermione slowly walked behind Harry, and they all took out their wands.

Reluctantly, Draco Malfoy followed, his eyes falling on the Aurors behind the prisoner, or rather on their arms.Although he didn't hold a magic wand, he was able to attack first one second before the opponent's action.Draco Malfoy watched all this coldly. In the secret place, he didn't do nothing.

The air suddenly tensed up inexplicably, and the Aurors couldn't help but look at Kingsley Shacklebolt.The latter shook his head slightly.

Harry unfolded the thin parchment, scanning the content on it with a glance.

Sure enough, Fudge didn't dare to use the "traditional" excuse to let them kill people openly, a duel seemed more reserved, didn't it?

Harry didn't find what he wanted on it, he raised his head, his eyes calmly slid over Kingsley who was standing aside, and landed on Ham Roper who had been staring at him with interest.

He could see that the other three dark wizards were quite afraid of this person.

"What's your agreement with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Mr. Potter, there is no agreement. Let me remind you that 10 minutes have passed for your exam," Kingsley said.

"Why didn't you let him answer for himself?" Harry was unimpressed.

"No one can guarantee that these wizards will fight obediently after getting the wand. In theory, escape is a more tempting choice." He stared at the prisoner opposite, to be more precise, at Ham Roper.

"I don't know anything." Ham's voice was extremely hoarse, like rusted iron scraping against each other.

"We can refuse the test, too," Harry replied calmly. "I think the agreement - if there is one - is that you must fight us."

"You should know that we can refuse."

The Aurors looked at Kingsley again.

"I'm just doing the job," Kingsley Shacklebolt explained.

Ham Roper's indifferent expression disappeared, and he looked at Harry with a gloomy expression.After a long while, he said: "The Ministry of Magic requires us to use black magic, but we cannot kill you. Otherwise, we will give us a dementor's kiss." He said with a contemptuous expression, "I stayed in Azkaban for a few days. Ten years, they seem to be remembering today that I must be punished like this."

His three companions were not at all amused.

"He's right, we can have a - guided duel." The young man on the far right lost his composure, showed an ambiguous smile, and even winked at Harry.A nameplate on his chest reads:

Drones Toflet

Harry suddenly understood why Voldemort always used Legilimency, this feeling of uncertainty was really bad, he had no idea whether what the other party said was true or not.Ham Roper slyly kicked the ball back, and if what the other said was true, the duel was undoubtedly the right thing to do.

"One by one." Finally, Harry had to agree.

Kingsley Shacklebolt seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and he took out a long, narrow box, which he reduced to normal size with his wand.

The size...Harry had some understanding, and he heard Hermione whisper, "That's where wands are stored."

The four dark wizards stared at it almost greedily.There was even a gleam of excitement in the gloomy Ham Roper's eyes.

Kingsley said in a deep voice, "Who will come first?"

Ham Roper suddenly said: "Brad, you go first." A black wizard who seemed extremely silent hesitated for a moment and walked out.

Kingsley took out a wand from the box:

"Willow, thirteen inches, dragon's heart cord." He held the tip of the wand to Brad's chest unceremoniously, and with a wave of his wand, he unshackled him.The chain fell to the ground with a clatter, making an ominous sound——

It was as if a beast had been released.

"I'll choose the hemp girl." Brad pointed hoarsely at Hermione.

Harry's emerald green eyes were clearer and colder.Despite the anger in his heart, he still looked at the witch calmly on the surface.Hermione was not offended, she nodded at Harry.

"Be careful," he said.

They moved out of the way, and the Aurors magically tightened their shackles, dragging the remaining three Dark wizards back--that looked like a real pain.At the moment, Harry thought with no sympathy.

Hermione stopped a few feet away from Brad:

"One more thing, if you lose, you have to apologize to me—" Before he could finish speaking, the black wizard suddenly threw a spell at her, silently.

"Armor protection!" Hermione dodged to the right subconsciously.The purple light hit the ground with a bang, cracking cracks like spider webs.She flicked her wand quickly, and eight little birds "chirped" out of the air——

"Thousands of bullets!" The eight birds lined up and rushed towards the black wizard in the blink of an eye.

Brad silently summoned a cloud of blood-red mist in the middle. Hermione murmured something in a low voice. The bird's body became sharp and turned into eight iron cones that sped up and pierced the air with a "buzz" sound!

Brad's pupils shrank, and he spun his wand suddenly. Near the wall next to him, a table stacked on top rotated in front of him.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom! ——

The iron cone pierced through the fog and hit the table one after another. Brad fixed the position of the table with his wand and kept backing away.However, a slight voice in his ear made his expression change.

click-

"Armor protection!" He finally said the spell in a hurry.

Almost at the same time, the iron awl that penetrated hit the Iron Armor Curse, barely stopping in front of his forehead——

The top has been corroded by the red mist, and after losing its strength, when it falls to the ground with a clatter, you can still hear the sizzling sound of the floor being corroded.

"idiot--"

"Burning flames!"

Ham Roper snorted coldly, Brad swung his wand vigorously, his figure seemed to be blurred, and was engulfed by the fiery red flames following Hermione.Hermione suddenly realized that the figure had melted like a wax figure, and Hermione's heart sank. "Cruciate!"

Brad appeared in front of her on the left, and an ominous red light rushed towards her almost close at hand.

"Transformation!"

In an instant, Hermione's figure disappeared, and a gold coin spun in mid-air. It was hit by the Cruciatus Curse and bounced to the wall with a buzzing sound. Amidst the hissing sound of high-temperature melting, it left a golden glue mark on the wall.

Two seconds later, Hermione appeared a step away.

"Dizzy!—" She lowered her wand and pointed it at the opponent's leg.Brad was about to dodge when his foot sank into the floor.

It turned out that he didn't know when the place where he was standing suddenly turned into a quagmire.

In such a delayed moment, Hermione's spell hit him right in the chest!Brad Noel slumped back as if hit by a centaur—

The leg bones that sank into the ground made a tooth-acid cracking sound.