Doomed to be an enemy

What happened at Hogwarts was reported in the Daily Prophet the next day, oh no, almost all the publications reported it together, and it was rare that the wind direction was the same.Hermione's opinion on this is that the next generation of British wizards almost died in this incident, and neither the school board nor the families and parents of these young wizards will be silent about this.

"It's just crazy..."

Harry had never seen the public opinion run so wildly, as if they were falling behind without saying a word.He looked at the photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet, a familiar parchment confession.

"At least a few hundred owls rush to the Ministry of Magic every day." In the narrow page, Nymphadora Tonks even added this complaint in the greeting code - even if there is no war, she still wants Gather intelligence.To Harry's relief, although Kingsley was admitted to Saint-Germont because of the Gut-Extracting Curse, his life was not in danger. The Ministry of Magic even reserved promotions and awards for him.

Harry had been worried that the Auror captain would be involved.

"The few Aurors who came to Hogwarts have been promoted. I think Kingsley will at least be the head of the Auror Command after he recovers." Ron said hungrily during lunch. Yes, the first field team they are in is going to give final training to the members who participated in the encirclement and suppression campaign in July.

"The Ministry of Magic described Kingsley as a capable Auror, even though he was knocked down immediately." He added vaguely.

Hermione debunked the trick rather unceremoniously;

"It's because the Ministry of Magic needed a hero on their side to save a little face, and Kingsley Shacklebolt just came at the right time. The Dark Lord won't let the Ministry's credibility be ruined, he pushed it all away It was given to Cornelius Fudge, which means that the other participants must be innocent."

The closer it was to the time of the battle, the more irritable the witch's temper became.

Ron shrank his neck and didn't dare to refute, watching in awe as she carried a stack of copied battle manuals with her wand.Harry couldn't help shaking his head, he was used to these tricks of the Ministry of Magic.They always keep their brightest side.It can be seen that these newspapers want to guide public opinion, and several ministerial candidates are no strangers, including Pierce Thickness, Ludo Bagman, Jonny Pisgood... Nymphadora Tonk His intelligence confirmed that they were both current Directors-General of the Ministry of Magic.

"Potter," came the knock on the open door of the study, and Harry put down the newspaper to see Alastor Moody enter, clutching a metal scroll as long as his arm. "Mr. Moody." "This is a list of all wizards who participated in the battle." He neatly placed the scroll on the table in front of Harry, making a loud crash.

"How many of us are there?"

Harry unrolled the heavy scroll, and there were dense lists on the parchment pasted on the silk. "A total of 1 wizards, half of them belong to the Order of the Phoenix, and there are also new and temporary members." Alastor Moody buzzed, his magic eyes only glancing at the The newspaper turned around vigilantly and looked around the room.

Harry had expected this number, but was still quite surprised to get it.

"I divided them according to their experience. As usual, there are [-] people in a group, [-] people in a team, and [-] people in a team. Now there are [-] people in a team," Moody said.

"But our broom only has a budget of 1." Harry frowned, giving up the idea of ​​continuing to rip the scroll, [-] names, this is not a paper of a few feet.As soon as he let go of the scrolls, they rolled back on their own, and the metal clasp locked itself tremblingly.

"Wise thing to do, I guess the thing is fifty feet long."

As Alastor Moody said, he glanced at the door of the house, took out his wand and waved it, and Harry noticed the magical fluctuation of the Silencing Charm in the air.

"According to the current production rate, it is estimated that there will be more than 500 more Firebolts by then, and we still have dragon trainers." He grinned, and an ugly smile appeared on his face covered with scars, "Their size The big one can only take ten wizards, Descartes Sonny has confirmed this, we have enough dragons."

"That would be great." Harry couldn't help smiling, "Thank you, Mr. Moody."

"Potter." Moody said suddenly. He lowered his body, propped one hand on the table, and stared at the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix with his large and small blue eyes in his eye sockets. Most people in the Order of the Phoenix are involved, many of them are young wizards, do you know what that means?"

"I know." The smile on Harry's face gradually disappeared, and those emerald green eyes calmly and firmly looked back at the weathered old Auror:

"We can't lose, and we won't lose."

A busy week passes quickly, June NO.30 is a Saturday.The cloudy weather in the early morning blocked most of the sun.This time Harry wanted to attend the meeting with the Death Eaters alone, but when he came to the living room, he found that there were already many people there.

"Although we are cooperating with the Death Eaters, we cannot let our guard down," said Alastor Moody.He stood up, and then Harry saw that his second in command, Eurothea Callan, was there.There were also ten guards, including the Prewett brothers. "Is this too exaggerated..." Harry hesitated.

"Not at all." Nodo Prewett smiled and winked at him, "Your Excellency."

"We have all discussed it." Hermione said, "Ron and I will go with you." Ron clapped the box in his hand knowingly, and said, "This is what Sia gave me this morning, he said Everything you asked for is in it. We can't let you carry it to Malfoy Manor alone, it would be too shameful." He shrugged.

Suddenly, good-natured laughter resounded in the living room, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.

Harry was moved in his heart, no one knew better than him the fear of wizards when they faced Voldemort. He watched the living room slowly quiet down and looked at his companions, knowing that they were waiting for an answer.

"Thank you." Harry couldn't help but curl his lips and nodded, "I hope they have prepared enough chairs." The air relaxed visibly, everyone stood up, and Harry took a chair out of his pocket. A long, flat key with a golden hollow carving, "This is the Portkey. To reach the gate of Malfoy Manor, we have to trigger it outside LeMay Manor."

"Malfoy's taste." Harry heard someone mutter.

They walked out of the crooked Château LeMay in a circle in the howling wind—their hair was blown to one side.Harry took out his wand and tapped it on the golden key, and the golden runes flashed in the dim blue light of the glow.

"Teleportation starts in 1 minute," he said.

They formed a circle, and Harry suspended the palm-sized golden key in the center.Hermione even conjured a magic clock above their heads.

"Five, four, three, two..." They put their hands together at the last second.

Harry didn't like the way the Portkey was delivered at all, and the feeling of being hooked around his belly button in the cold air couldn't be better.When they landed, Alastor Moody was the first to stand firm. He quickly raised his hand and paused on his crutches. They who were about to fall stood up straight as if someone pushed them from behind.

Harry wiped the moisture from his face, they must have been close to the clouds just now.

"Mr. Potter." The Death Eater who had already taken out his wand at the door relaxed and bowed when he saw Harry coming out from the middle, "Master is already waiting for you, please wait a moment."

He raised his wand and sent a purple beam of light into the sky - very visible under the eerie clouds.The invisible barrier at the door parted after a few seconds.Harry was about to take a step when Moody's deputy, Eurothea Karan, held his shoulder calmly and said to the Death Eaters guarding the door, "You lead the way."

The Death Eater couldn't see his expression through his mask. He turned his head and seemed to look at Harry.

"Excuse me." Harry nodded.

"My honor." The other party bowed slightly, and then walked into the barrier first.

This was the first time Harry came to Malfoy Manor during the daytime. Although the sky was overcast, he could see the green lawns, blooming flower vines, and wide boulevards more clearly than last time.There was a group of Death Eaters patrolling the manor, and they came across them twice. Harry was about to show the invitation card, when he saw these patrolling Death Eaters stopped a dozen steps away and stared at them as they walked past.

Harry was surprised. Compared with the first time he came here, this was considered a courtesy.

Arriving unimpeded all the way to the foyer, Harry handed the invitation to the waiting squire.They were ushered into a hall full of marble floors.A luxurious long table that can accommodate thirty people was placed horizontally in front of the blazing fireplace. Voldemort was already sitting at the head, and there were already a dozen Death Eaters sitting on either side of him, none of them Wearing a mask, before the truce, Moody had collected information and photos of high-level Death Eaters, and now Harry saw many familiar faces among these people.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort sat without moving, the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes gliding playfully over the group of people behind him.The snake-like coldness and treachery made their steps slow down significantly.Harry stepped forward unaffected: "I hope I'm not late."

"Sit down," Voldemort said curtly.He stretched out his arm, and the bone-colored wand caught between his white, thin fingers was menacing.The servant had already retreated, but the chair at the other end was slowly pulled back by the Dark Lord's magic.Under everyone's gaze, Harry sat on it calmly.

There was a sound of chairs being moved, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix also sat down, and the atmosphere was very silent for a while.

"This is probably the last meeting before going to Italy." Voldemort tapped his fingertips on the table, his dark red eyes staring at the boy on the opposite side: "700 Death Eaters will join the battle."

The light outside the window was very dim, and the hall was only illuminated by burning candles and torches.In such an atmosphere that made people not dare to breathe, Harry said: "Twelve thousand people from the Order of the Phoenix participated in the battle." This young, crisp voice made the atmosphere even more silent, and the sitting Death Eaters couldn't help but Exchange glances.

"Very good." Voldemort said softly, calmly, "Do you need an extra two thousand brooms from the Death Eaters?"

Harry glanced at Alastor Moody, and said before he could speak: "We have already made arrangements. You have not disclosed the location of the blood clan headquarters, whether it is in the Vatican." Harry's tone was almost affirmative. Voldemort was a little surprised by this. The Death Eaters used magic puppets to send back this information dangerously. When did the Order of the Phoenix know about this?

"Yes."

Voldemort didn't deny it, he stroked his wand and said, "The senior blood clan occupies most of the church there."

Most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters didn't know the news, so they couldn't help being a little surprised when they heard it. "So we're going to face a city of... vampires?" Harry heard their muffled discussions—he was secretly relieved. In fact, the Order of the Phoenix didn't have that much ability to go deep into Italy to find the vampire's lair. The matter was learned by Didalo Digo and Heska in the Muggle world using drones to investigate the situation in Italy. The high-altitude photos sent back by the plane also confirmed that there are a large number of vampires and vampires raised there. Humans... just don't know if the other is a Muggle or a wizard.

Harry said these things succinctly.

"Quiet."

Voldemort said softly, and almost immediately the talk died away.He looked at the boy he liked, thoughtfully: "You mean, the vampires didn't find Muggles..." He paused for a moment before uttering the word reluctantly, "Airplane?"

Harry nodded and looked at Hermione. The witch took out the photos and drone information that they had prepared long ago from the documents they brought, took out her wand and let it float and fly towards the opposite side.The Death Eaters closest to the top caught them and handed them respectfully to the Dark Lord.

"Owner."

Voldemort flicked through a few photos, the location of the shots was so high that it was almost impossible to see what was on the ground.But the Vatican's iconic spire of St. Peter's Basilica was still clearly visible through the clouds.You can even see countless black spots all over the city.He let go, and the Death Eater knowingly placed the photos and the parchment on the table. Voldemort narrowed his eyes. Although he hated Muggle things in his heart, he had to admit that it was really useful.

"The Strigoi's eyesight is extremely strong, it's impossible for them not to notice the moving things in the sky." Voldemort thought thoughtfully, "Unless these planes are burrowing into the clouds."

"We can't say for sure if this is going to work."

Harry knew what he was thinking. After getting these photos, the Order of the Phoenix couldn't be sure whether the clouds could block the detection of the vampires. "But any magic has a limit. I think it might be safer if we fly higher."

"Crouch." Voldemort said suddenly, "I will leave this matter to you, and I want an accurate result." A man with straw-colored hair on his left replied respectfully: "Of order, Master."

Harry looked at Voldemort and couldn't help but said, "Even if we reach the Vatican on a broomstick, the whole of Italy is full of vampires. Once they are summoned, we will be attacked. The Vatican City is not small. Where do we start?" The potion was still being kept secret, and Harry didn't dare to make it too obvious.Their previous battle plan was to quickly clear the vampires in a certain area, and try to resist counterattacks and delay time as much as possible.

Doing such a thing for the first time will have a miraculous effect, and the second or third time will get twice the result with half the effort.

Harry knew this, but Voldemort didn't.He looked at the boy's calm face, and nodded softly: "Target St. Peter's Basilica, the Death Eaters will provide enough septic blood medicine to clear the way, and Severus Snape will be responsible for this matter." Harry subconsciously Glancing at the Potions Master sitting in the third seat among the Death Eaters, his hair was even greasy. He stared into Harry's emerald eyes, and only looked away when he heard Voldemort's assignment, and said, "Master, Everything is ready."

Voldemort showed a satisfied look, and raised the corners of his lips:

"The Death Eaters are responsible for clearing St. Peter's Square and the church, defending the west side, and the Order of the Phoenix deploying defenses along the Tvere River on the east side, resisting the returning blood clans, do you have any objections?"

Harry couldn't help looking at Alastor Moody.The old Auror who had the most right to speak said, "You are our leader." Harry stared into his blue eyes, and then looked away after a while, looking at Voldemort who was gazing at him leisurely:

"no disagreement."

Harry's emerald green eyes were clear and sharp, and he said firmly, "The Order of the Phoenix will use the Castle of Sant'Angelo as an outpost and deploy defenses along the river bank. I need the Death Eater's dragon trainer and the dragon to seal off the sky together."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly: "The dragon's speed is not as fast as that of the blood race, so it won't be of much use."

"I need the dragon's help."

Harry didn't back down, those emerald green eyes were blindingly calm at this moment. Voldemort watched him silently, and after a while, he called a Death Eater: "Gargson, you are in charge of leading the group of dragon trainers. I will cooperate with Mr. Potter unconditionally in this battle. His orders are my orders. You don't need to be responsible to anyone other than the summoning of the Dark Mark." There was no hint of a joke in his tone.

"Yes, Master."

Suddenly there was a slight gasp from among the Death Eaters.

Harry was taken aback, and couldn't help but be amazed at Voldemort's courage, that was nearly a hundred dragons.He saw the sixth Death Eater beside Voldemort standing up, bowing and saluting, his tone could not contain his excitement.

"Besides, I heard that there were werewolves among the Death Eaters." Harry raised his voice, his eyes fell on Fenrir Greyback, who gave him a cruel sneer .Harry looked calm and unmoved: "In view of the werewolf's weak resistance to the dark atmosphere, I ask all werewolves who participated in the battle to take the wolf's poison disinfectant."

As soon as the voice fell, the entire hall fell silent.The only sound was the sound of a heavy box being placed on the table. Harry waved his wand, and the box opened automatically. Layers of potion trays unfolded like flower petals, and rows of crystal clear crystal bottles were placed inside.

Fenrir Greyback's expression froze, and then he stood up abruptly: "Let us be like those cowards?! How dare you—"

"Fenrir." Voldemort's calm voice made the werewolf growl furiously.

Fenrir Greyback panted heavily and sat down reluctantly. Voldemort looked at the little boy who was not frightened, and said slowly: "Your reason is not good, Harry Potter. It is only for this war, why should you want me How about giving up the werewolf force?" He said softly.

Harry was silent, watching Voldemort's emerald green eyes bright and calm.

"Just by—"

"Phoenix fireworks will not be extinguished, and the defense line to the east will not be breached."