Doomed to be an enemy

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Fudge is absently toying with his top hat under the watchful eye of two Death Eaters.From time to time, look towards the door.The portraits on the surrounding walls stayed in their original positions one by one, taking a nap with their eyes closed, and there was only their slight snoring for a while.The only one who didn't fall asleep was Albus Dumbledore.He put his hands on the table in front of him, sat on a high-backed chair and watched the Minister of Magic with rare sharp blue eyes.

"Hogwarts is very busy today." He said slowly.

Cornelius Fudge paused before looking up. His face was not as healthy as he thought.Obviously, no matter who saw him, he would think that this man was full of thoughts.Oh, maybe some major events that worry about the country and the people.

"Good day, Mr. Dumbledore," he greeted with mock ease.

"I gotta say I should miss you."

Dumbledore calmly folded his hands, fingertips resting gracefully on the backs of his hands. "Don't push yourself, maybe you'll have plenty of time soon," he said.

Fudge looked a little uneasy, perhaps because Dumbledore's tone was too sure.He wanted to sneer in his heart, the other party was just a portrait, but he was just as unlovable as before.Oh, and perhaps the only thing worthy of praise is that the artist gave it a normal wizarding taste - come to think of it, the portrait hanging here can't be a painting of a certain headmaster wearing a robe embroidered with stars and moons.

I don't know when the snoring from the other portraits stopped.The room became silent again.Unfortunately, no one noticed except the two silent Death Eaters.Fudge came back to his senses, and gave a dry laugh: "A lot of time? No, I have dreamed of it for several years, but since I became the Minister of Magic, I have not dreamed of it for a long time."

"Oh, that's not necessarily a good thing."

"Dreams, sometimes they can remind us that there are things that can clear your mind. But if there is a good side, there will naturally be a bad side."

Dumbledore's tone was very peaceful, but Fudge closed his mouth, and his face looked unnatural: "Of course, of course, you always alert people." He muttered.

"It's not vigilance," said Dumbledore.

"no?"

Dumbledore cast him a long look, leaned back in his chair, and turned his gaze to the door.Fudge quickly looked away from the old man as if he had been burned, and turned to the doorknob that was turning gradually.He straightened as the wooden door gradually opened, as if it would give him support.

The door opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in with a tense face.Her eyes were as sharp as an awl, and her lips were drawn tighter than her bun.Her stern gaze made Harry a little terrified, but Cornelius Fudge didn't seem to feel it at all. The moment he saw Voldemort, his face turned pale, and he seemed to subconsciously want to back away.

"Owner."

The Death Eaters bowed respectfully to the Dark Lord and did not ask Harry who was walking with him.

"Cornel Fudge." Voldemort's voice was very soft, and the tone was interesting.

"I heard that you are trying to improve the teaching order of the NEWTs exam," Voldemort slowly approached, surrounded by the uneasy Minister of Magic, "you have even tried... ah, maybe you have received corresponding feedback .”

Contrary to his relaxed tone, there was a pair of dark red eyes that were so cold that no one could look at each other for more than a second.Cornelius Fudge clutched his pointed hat and tried, but failed, to smile—the expression looked like he was about to cry.

"I thought it was just a little thing you didn't have to worry about," he said shortly.

"Small things...?"

Harry repeated.The anger that had calmed down quickly rose, and his emerald green eyes were surprisingly green at this moment: "Your so-called 'little thing' almost got the entire seventh grade students buried with them!" Going down to the ceiling, it was the first time I wanted to curse someone with a wand.Harry didn't care about how many portraits in the headmaster's office opened their eyes, or how many eyes were looking at them, he just stood there - a few steps away from Voldemort, staring sternly A well-known Minister for Magic.

Hearing this, the two Death Eaters gasped, both of them looked unattractive, their children were all in Slytherin House.

Fudge was startled, and when he understood the meaning of this sentence, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"How is this possible?"

Cornelius Fudge really panicked this time, he couldn't help but look at the Dark Lord, but only got a cold gaze——

Voldemort laughed suddenly: "Half the next generation of British magical families are in it. You almost achieved an unprecedented feat, Minister Fudge."

His sarcastic words made Cornelius Fudge's face paler and paler: "No...it must be a misunderstanding."

His feeble speech seemed pale and ridiculous.

"I don't know what's going on, but I swear, I never thought of doing this." Cornelius Fudge breathed heavily, his eyes frightened for a while, and finally he could only look at Harry for help.

Voldemort narrowed his dark red eyes and said nothing.

Harry stared back at the minister fixedly, and asked after a long while: "I just want to know one thing, about Ham Roper's escape from Hogwarts—or, plan, you are Didn't you already know?"

Startled, Fudge shook his head quickly.

"I heard that he tried several times, but failed to escape from Azkaban." He emphasized.Harry was not fooled: "And you sent him to Hogwarts knowing that?"

Fudge opened his mouth, unable to speak.Escaping from Azkaban and escaping from Hogwarts don't sound like the same level.Facing the sunshine and freedom that are close at hand, no one is sure whether he will not be able to withstand the temptation, let alone Ham Roper, who has escaped from prison many times.

Perhaps it wasn't that Cornelius Fudge didn't know this, he just pretended not to.

Look, he arranged for eight Aurors, and the entire Auror office dispatched a team. Even if people escape, it has nothing to do with the Ministry of Magic if they cause trouble, right?

Harry's eyes were complicated, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Politician." "I'd say it was a good move, if it didn't drag Death Eaters into the water." Voldemort said softly.He had seen much deeper than the boy had imagined.With the means of the Ministry of Magic, it is impossible to catch the escaped prisoner at all, otherwise, when Sirius Black escaped back then, he would not have heard from him for several years. Voldemort didn't think that changing to the more powerful Ham Roper would change the situation.

But everyone knows that the actual ruler of the Ministry of Magic is the Dark Lord, so a dark wizard who is at large and does not deal with him is simply a blunt blemish.

The Minister for Magic himself, the one who started it, was clean, innocent, and as stupid as a ferret.

There was no warmth in Voldemort's smile: "Who gave you the right to assert yourself?" Those dark red eyes stared at him like snakes.

Cornelius Fudge stiffened under this gaze, and said dully: "I will make up for this matter, there will be no next time."

"That's a good idea." Voldemort nodded in agreement.

Harry frowned suddenly, making up his mind that if Voldemort dared to shield Fudge...he felt stuck in his heart, and then realized that he didn't seem to have anything that could threaten Voldemort and make him change his mind, chips?This made Harry's brow furrow even tighter.

Cornelius Fudge obviously didn't expect Voldemort to let him go, and surprise flashed across his eyes.

"This is your fault, not mine. Cornelius Fudge, I need you to sign a confession, which will be published in the Daily Prophet shortly."

Voldemort waved his wand, and an old parchment was summoned from the thin air, and landed lightly on the table. The blank parchment was filled with words in a second.Fudge was unceremoniously pushed into a chair by two Death Eaters, and a quill was roughly thrust into his hand.

Fudge hesitated, this was his own handwriting, and once signed, it would be an indelible stain.For a politician who has ruined most of his competitiveness - unless he expects the masses to collectively forget about it - and can only rely on Voldemort's command, this seems to be a good time to make a clear statement... after all For politicians, it is easy to use chips that are completely in their hands-even if they are thorny before that.

Consciously understanding the Dark Lord's intentions, Fudge signed his name on it.

Harry gritted his teeth, annoyed at the Minister for Magic's easy smile at this moment.But in the next second, Cornelius Fudge's smile froze on his face.He seemed to have seen something terrifying, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Tom."

Dumbledore's sigh and Voldemort's slightly contemptuous laughter sounded almost simultaneously.Harry was taken aback, and then he remembered that these portraits were probably watching their every move from just now until now.

"no, you can not--"

"Send him to Azkaban." "Yes, Master." The Death Eater who answered smiled cruelly, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"No, please..." Being dragged into front of the fireplace by two Death Eaters, Harry saw another Death Eater snatch the wand from Fudge's robe with a smirk, and snap it off.

Stunned by the quick turn, Harry subconsciously turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, who was watching the scene in relief.

"The black wizard's trick of stealing money and changing posts, the only way to escape is not to sign the contract paper they give you."

Professor McGonagall spoke to Harry, half explaining, half warning.

Harry was a little dazed, he almost looked down and wondered if he had ever done such a stupid thing.Then he realized that he couldn't remember whose contract paper he used to make the contract with the Horcrux in the locket.There is also an agreement signed with Voldemort, which is a contract paper prepared by the Order of the Phoenix. There should be... no problem?

Cornelius Fudge and the two Death Eaters who squeezed in had barely disappeared into the fireplace as green flames rose from it - oh, if only the Ministry fireplaces were bigger. While thinking casually, Voldemort wanted to laugh when he heard the uneasiness pouring over from the boy. Although he didn't care about the means, he didn't want to use such despicable behavior on the boy he liked.

Even when they were enemies, he didn't want to use them.

The principal's office suddenly fell silent. Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's portrait leisurely - he hadn't forgotten the word "Tom".

"Call me that again, and I'll burn the painting," Voldemort warned.

Dumbledore ignored the threat, but looked at him probingly: "You have changed a lot. I thought you wouldn't want to get this face back."

"Some people like it." Voldemort raised his eyebrows, a smug smile appeared on his handsome face.He really wanted to smear the fact of "getting Harry" on the old guy's face.And I feel sorry for the situation that cannot be reproduced for the time being.

Dumbledore nodded approvingly: "Yes, it makes you attractive."

Voldemort snorted inexplicably, but he wasn't as furious as the portrait imagined.Dumbledore fell silent.The Dark Lord had no intention of discussing life with the former Transfiguration professor at all.

He turned around.

"Potter." Voldemort looked at the silent Harry, suppressing a smile in his heart - oh, his boy was still thinking about breaking the contract paper. "Since you're here, I'll give you something ahead of time, so I won't bother my owl—he's been a little busy recently."

"what?"

Harry had to suppress the troubled thoughts in his heart.He saw Voldemort wave his wand, and a gorgeous black and silver hot invitation card floated slowly in front of him from scratch in the air.He raised his hand in amazement, and it fell into the palm of his hand.Harry felt his hand sink, not paper but a cool and soft touch like silk.

"On the morning of June NO.30, Malfoy Manor will prepare a secret pre-battle meeting," Voldemort said with a lazy smile on his handsome face, "I have to say that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also invited."

Harry nodded and said calmly, "I'll be there on time."

"I don't want to wait long."

Voldemort took a deep look at him before walking to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and throwing it in with disgust, and said "Malfoy Manor" in the green flames.

The principal's office fell into silence again.

Still preoccupied with Voldemort's last meaningful words, Harry blinked and decided to go to 24 Enfield tonight.

"Harry." Professor McGonagall's voice brought him back to his senses.

"professor?"

Harry saw Professor McGonagall's tense cheeks relax: "About your final exams, I will discuss with the professors about exempting you from the rest of the exams—NEWTs exams as well, and I will use Hogwarts headmaster's Guarantee your achievements in name."

She raised her hand to stop Harry from wanting to object:

"The graduation exams of other seventh-grade students are also treated in the same way. Alastor is right, you four don't need to spend time on it. If there is a problem with the war in July - the root cause is that the exams take up a lot of your time , this is too ridiculous."

Professor McGonagall had a rare joke.Harry was a little flattered: "Oh, well, I will notify them." He was a little regretful, after all, the NEWTs exam was only once in his life, but he also knew that even if he continued to take the exam, Professor Maggie's mental state would not be strong enough to support him. However, changing the chief examiner is even more controversial, which means that everything before has to be repeated.

Professor McGonagall nodded: "They are helping to clear the stones in the classroom on the second floor. You can find them there."

"Oh, Merlin." Harry patted his forehead in frustration, "We should have asked Fudge for compensation just now, he almost destroyed two classrooms."

Professor McGonagall was amused by him:

"That's not necessary, the school has a board of trustees, and they will pay for these repairs," she explained.

Harry smiled, but his smile faded quickly. "Professor McGonagall, can I have a chat with Professor Dumbledore's portrait alone? If I'm not wrong, we'll have to leave Hogwarts soon."

"Oh, of course, of course." Professor McGonagall glanced back at Dumbledore's portrait, "What do you mean?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry's blue eyes and blinked, smiling:

"Oh, don't worry, Minerva, we do have this agreement, you know, there is plenty of time for a portrait."

"Alright then, remember that the password for the principal's office is Animagus."

Professor McGonagall nodded, gave Harry a few words and left in a hurry.When the door of the principal's office closed with a bang, the air fell into silence again.