Doomed to be an enemy

Voldemort's footsteps paused imperceptibly, and then he walked to the door of the classroom with a normal expression.Looking down at the boy he liked, Harry's clothes became dirty, the close-fitting robe was torn at the side, and there was dust on the hair on his cheeks.Only those emerald green eyes contained a surprise that only he could understand, and the emotion was so purely transmitted from the connection of the soul that it burned the heart ache.

The anger in Voldemort's heart eased slightly, and he was about to speak.

"Harry!" Hermione rushed out of the classroom like a gust of wind, and crashed into Harry's arms - which made him fall back, and he took a step back before hugging her. "I'm sorry, I was so excited." Her eyes were red, and Harry had never seen Hermione lose her composure like this, not even when he saw him deal with dragons in the stands in fourth year.

"Dude, you saved us again." Ron shrugged through the burnt-out door, "Oh, that, don't hold it for too long." grinned.

Due to the angle, Ron couldn't see Voldemort standing outside the wall.This made Harry look a little weird, and he hesitated to move his gaze to Voldemort's handsome face with one raised eyebrow.Looking down on the ground, those dark red eyes stared at his hand holding the witch.Harry just let go of his hand as if he was burned-oh, don't mention how silly this gesture is-and stammered: "It's nothing, you would do it anyway... Hey, Hermione, Mike Professor Greg is here."

"Potter, Granger..." Professor McGonagall's rapidly approaching voice saved him, and Hermione quickly let go of Harry, wiped away her tears quietly, and turned around: "Professor—"

Hermione opened her mouth wide...

Voldemort ran his fingers over the ominous bone-colored wand, watching them silently, with the arrogance that belonged to the Dark Lord.

"Looks like you're pretty lucky to be unscathed, Potter."

Professor McGonagall, who arrived in time, hurried around and dragged them aside, "Oh, you two are fine, that's great. Madam Pomfrey, I'll leave it to you." Before Harry could react, he was caught Throwing a dozen detection spells across his face, Voldemort glanced mockingly, seeing that no black magic curse was detected in the light from the wand, he let go of the dangling heart.

Voldemort stopped looking at them and walked directly into the classroom.Ron, who was near the door, froze his expression. He stared in astonishment at the Dark Lord who suddenly appeared, and gasped.Draco Malfoy cursed inwardly. He suppressed the fear in his heart, bowed his head and silently dragged Ron, the silly Weasley, who was on the only way the Dark Lord had to pass, to the wall.

It's a pity that no matter how low-key he is, the dazzling platinum-blonde hair still makes people look sideways. Voldemort's glance made Draco's heart feel like an ice cellar, and the cold, ants-like eyes made him tremble uncontrollably.Ron stood stiffly in the middle, blocking the Dark Lord's view - oh, he's a Gryffindor anyway.

Voldemort sneered inwardly for the lack of progress in the Malfoy family.

The moment the Dark Lord stepped into the chaotic classroom, it gradually became quiet, and finally it was completely silent.

The classroom was in a mess, countless rubble covered the ground, most of the desks were smashed, the students gathered in a corner near the window, the short Professor Flitwick looked dumbfounded at the Dark Lord who suddenly appeared ——Merlin's beard, he just removed the protective barrier.

Voldemort waved his wand silently and swept away the broken tables and chairs in front of him. He had already seen the huge floor that fell in the center and shattered into several stones. His eyes changed, and he raised his eyes to glance at a big hole— —or it has completely collapsed—the ceiling, Voldemort pursed his lips, and the anger in his heart became stronger again.

"Your Excellency the Dark Lord, is there anything we can do for you?" In Slytherin, who calmed down the most, Blaise Zabini mustered up the courage to come out, provoking the students from other colleges to openly or secretly glare.Although the reputation of the Death Eaters is improving, as a Hogwarts that once faced the darkness, no one except Slytherin has a good opinion of them-including their leader.

Hearing this, Voldemort looked at the dark-skinned boy, noncommittal.

"My lord the Dark Lord—"

"I am willing to be your servant!" Suddenly, the young dark wizard, Dawns Toflet struggled suddenly, and the Auror guarding him tightened his shackles in a panic, which made him howl, " Please don't lock me back into Azkaban, please." Under Voldemort's silent gaze, the Auror seemed to have a sudden reaction, and tremblingly let go of the chain in his hand.Dawns Tofrey fell to the ground, got back up quickly, and looked at Voldemort with vigor.

"Come here." Voldemort stretched out his arm calmly, beckoning gently.

As if encouraged, Zhuo Ensi staggered and leaned over. Voldemort walked around the other party, avoiding the other party's intention to kiss the hem of his robe, "Tell me, why you're not in Azkaban." Drowns flinched, not daring to move anymore.

"Don't say it, Drowns, you promised! You will bring us down—" the remaining witches who were shackled and shackled said sharply.

"He can't make the decision, don't you see it?!" Dawns Toflet retorted loudly out of breath.He glanced up at Voldemort quickly, and said nervously, "Someone asked me to go to Hogwarts to participate in a duel, no matter if I win or lose, my sentence will be reduced."

The seventh-grade students were in an uproar. For them who heard this kind of thing for the first time, they were both nervous and excited.Unlike other house members who lowered their voices to discuss, the Slytherins collectively breathed a sigh of relief. At least on the surface, this matter has nothing to do with the Dark Lord, especially students whose parents have joined the Death Eaters, let go of the lingering worries in their hearts. of big stones.

After all, the incident happened suddenly, and the Dark Lord himself seemed to have taken this matter seriously enough, which showed that he had not given up on Slytherin.

This is a very important sign that the British magical family has not lost its status after the Death Eaters have added countless new blood-German saints, French Ministry of Magic officials, etc.As the new head of Slytherin after Draco Malfoy quit, Blaise Zabini didn't mind the Dark Lord's dismissal at all, he bowed respectfully and retreated into the team.

Voldemort watched silently, but he had a good impression of this little wizard.

Drowns moved a little uneasily: "The other party also said that there must be no accidents during the duel except for Harry Potter, and we can decide at our discretion—"

"Who told you to do this?!"

Harry managed to get rid of Madam Pomfrey - after being given a tranquilizing potion and a powerful cleansing spell from Professor McGonagall.The taste in Harry's mouth is astringent now.In the quiet surroundings, his angry voice was almost as loud as thunder.

A bunch of eyes swept over, Harry looked around unmoved, and found that there were two missing Aurors present.It appears Kingsley has been picked up by Mrs Hooch.

Zhuo Ensi's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Don't stop, answer our little friend." Voldemort chuckled and turned around.Those dark red eyes stared at the stern-looking boy with a meaningless expression.

"—It's Secretary Cornelius Fudge."

Under the magical pressure of the Dark Lord, Dronce Toflett stammered the story.Including that little-known agreement—oh, it's much richer than those two sentences from Ham Roper.

This shocked pretty much everyone except Voldemort and Harry. "Scum—!" "Political madman!" The discussion suddenly became louder.No matter which college the students couldn't help but get angry.Almost the entire ceiling almost fell down just now, and they who were bowing their heads to answer the question had no time to react—if the sudden stop of the fall gave them a chance to escape, how many people could survive the rescue and treatment without dying directly?Just thinking about this kind of consequences makes people feel chills, and then looking at the two prisoners who are still alive and intact, the students who are still standing can't help feeling deeply disgusted.

However, Harry was not affected. He stared at the dark wizard who seemed to be huddled on the ground as if spurned by everyone's eyes. His emerald green eyes were dark green that Voldemort loved:

"Did Cornelius Fudge tell you about the escape too?"

Harry raised his voice coldly, "Don't say you don't know, I saw Ham Roper trying to summon the wand for you." Voldemort admired Harry's rarely seen tough gesture, and remained tolerantly silent.

As if feeling the real anger of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and without waiting for Voldemort's objection, Drones replied honestly: "Roper wants to escape from prison, and most people in Azkaban know that, this time he asked on us."

"It was agreed that at the very beginning of the duel, find the easiest opponent to try out, and when it's his turn to get the wand, kill the Aurors and take the pre-selected hostages - he can't do it alone, let us help ... Roper said that the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Young Softheart, will definitely agree to his conditions, as long as everything goes well."

Drowns said, raising his head and giving Harry a complicated look, "But even that bitch girl," he blurted out the insult, "knocked down one of us, and you found his Planning, and also using magic to force Roper to not even have a chance to catch his breath—"

Hearing this, Harry felt a large group of eyes focused on himself and Hermione again, obviously his old classmates had already taken their seats.Drowns seemed to have thought of Harry's strong magical power to restrain black magic, swallowed and said quickly, "I swear, I didn't know he would blow up here, and I didn't know there were students down here!"

"quibble."

Harry pursed his lips and spoke almost at the same time as Voldemort.

This wonderful coincidence made the noisy classroom suddenly quiet.Everyone's eyes flicked between the two of them strangely, and no one dared to speak.Harry especially felt hairy all over his body, and when Voldemort looked at him with a half-smile, his heart was blocked, thinking that most of this trouble was Voldemort's responsibility.

Harry had to bite the bullet and change the subject:

"So, since you came here in such a timely manner, may I assume this has nothing to do with you, Voldemort?" That was quite a Slytherin.Harry shut his mouth, he could feel the surprise and silence brewing in the Slytherin seventh year with his eyes closed.

"It's true that the Ministry of Magic is sometimes disappointing."

A charming smile appeared on Voldemort's handsome face, "At least until the end of the war, I still hope that you, ah, and your friends, Harry Potter, how do you say that..." Voldemort Outstretched arm, the bone-colored yew wood wand between the fingers is daunting.

"It's all right," he said softly.

Silently, the torn rip in the robe at Harry's side was stitched up spontaneously, and nothing could be seen in the blink of an eye. Voldemort bet Harry didn't notice this, but the onlookers were watching, gasping in amazement.Believe it or not, however, Voldemort had issued enough warnings:

The Order of the Phoenix's partnership with the Death Eaters couldn't be more wrong, and the Dark Lord wants Harry Potter and his friends to go to battle alive.

Harry's face finally eased, his eyes swept across the dusty classmates, the silent professor and Auror, gravel and even cracks were smashed in many places on the floor.

"If you deal with this matter fairly, I will believe this sentence more." Harry said, "Now, can you please take these four prisoners to where they should go, at least not Hogwarts." As he spoke, his emerald green eyes looked at one of the Aurors, who hesitated and asked Voldemort for instructions.

The Dark Lord nodded slightly.

"Send them to Azkaban," he said softly.

Zhuo Ensi's face turned pale in an instant, he held back his fear and did not resist. Voldemort stared at him for a moment, his dark red eyes made him tremble - this was a wise man, Voldemort was regretfully satisfied.The Aurors were the first to take away two prisoners who were still breathing and talking.By the time Brad Noel was dug up, buried under the rock, he had turned into a corpse—unfortunately, he was still comatose when the accident happened.

It was a barely complete mangled corpse.

After seeing all this clearly, there were bursts of retching sounds from inside the student, especially thinking that he could become like this in theory, so he couldn't stop vomiting.By the way, it was the Slytherin students who vomited the most.This didn't make Voldemort very happy.

Harry had seen a lot of miserable scenes after being ravaged by blood races on the battlefield, but he was not affected.

When the unconscious Ham Roper was being carried away, Harry stopped them. He looked at the shackles on Ham Roper's body, and keenly found that the inner magic lines were almost worn out. Those wrists were full of scars—or maybe the ankles were similar?Harry couldn't help being a little startled, which was why the other party could cast spells without having to unshackle them.

At this time, a straw-haired wizard walked in from the door. "Master, Cornelius Fudge is here." Barty Crouch Jr. stopped beside Voldemort, bowed and said respectfully.

Harry paused, put down the things in his hands and nodded to the Auror who was carrying him with his wand. The latter gave him a polite bow before leaving with Ham Roper.

"Potter," Voldemort chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm, "I want to meet our Minister Fudge in the principal's office, and you must have something to ask him, I guess, maybe, about your NEWTs exams? "

Harry's green eyes narrowed suddenly: "I don't care about NEWTs, now." He glanced at Professor McGonagall, who nodded silently.Under the silent gaze of more than 100 people, they walked towards the door.Suddenly, there was a dull sound familiar to Harry——

He stopped abruptly.

"Oh, no, no, no—slow down and absorb the shock!" A trembling high-pitched shout sounded above his head, and Harry subconsciously looked up, and Professor Marchban and her desk were falling on the same floor.

Harry still had his wand in his hand, and with an instinctive flick—

The golden runes flickered in the air as the tip of the staff slid across, and the floor came to a halt just a few feet from the ground.A second later, it landed on the open space near the door, setting off a gust of dusty wind and making a rumbling sound.

The ground of the entire Charms classroom shook for a moment. It took a long time for Professor March to stand up slowly and tremblingly while supporting the chair, with a pale face: "Thank you, Mr. Potter."

Voldemort also stopped in his tracks, watching this scene also speechless for a while.

"Looks like you really don't need to worry." He raised an eyebrow and said.