Doomed to be an enemy

"I announce that the graduation ceremony will begin." Professor McGonagall looked away blankly and continued his speech just now.

She waved her wand vigorously, as if until this moment, the atmosphere relaxed inexplicably. More than 100 parchments were flown to every seventh grader. "Hold your report cards," she said.

The parchment flew out like an arrow, rushing towards its owner as if it had eyes.Harry got his own too, his eyes gliding over the row of O's, and he couldn't help but subconsciously look at Voldemort with the corners of his lips raised.That pair of dark red gazes had been circling around him, and at this moment, he was staring at the boy's smiling gaze with deep meaning—instead of sharing the joy with his friends around him for the first time, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, showing a serious expression. A little haughty smile.

Harry suddenly felt as if a feather had slipped through his heart, and the other party's expression seemed to say, "Look, this result is destined".Leaning back slightly on the back of the chair, Harry kept himself sitting upright and calmly, and thirst began to rise in his throat.He stared at the man's lips, missing the touch a little.

Voldemort's smile deepened, the boy's seemingly calm gaze did not match the fiery and straightforward inner voice at all.He felt happier than he had ever felt, even though his mind spurned the instinct to radiate hormones and proudly attract a mate.Yes, the boy he admired made him feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

Needless to say, that list must have been quite satisfactory.

Voldemort's thoughts wandered back to the topic.Minerva McGonagall's speech continued: "...this is your last test score, which has no significance since its birth. It is just a past. And each of you will Stepping into real practice, the future is what should be valued. If there is anything I can give you.”

Professor McGonagall looked around at her students:

"To hell with this thing," she said solemnly.

The students below were in an uproar.No one expected that the always rigorous Professor McGonagall would say such a thing.But then the sparse applause immediately became enthusiastic.

"cool!"

Harry heard Ron let out a long breath and muttered.What was even more outrageous was that someone among the Gryffindors at the back actually lit the report card in mid-air, and the surging flames scattered ashes on the heads and faces of the people around them. "Hey——" "Oh, I'm sorry." After a commotion, the professors on the teaching bench, those famous wizards, stared dumbfounded at the lingering applause and whistles, as well as the flying ash— —I don’t know how many people are following suit.

Harry piled up Ron's and Hermione's report cards and burned them all with his wand.After doing this, he couldn't help laughing, as if he had completed a prank, his clear green eyes were bright and cheerful, like emeralds full of sunlight, Voldemort had never seen a boy like this before. On the one hand, he put away his smile calmly, admiring the scene.

The Dark Lord had never been more aware that Harry Potter was a seventeen-year-old boy, fresh out of school.Just because there were too many things in those eyes, when he looked at it, he seemed to be an old enemy of equal status, or a partner... Voldemort sincerely hoped that the boy he admired could be as happy as he is today.

Thus, the boring ceremony became interesting and lively.

Reporters were excitedly documenting it all in their notebooks, and photographers were as busy as house elves.Continuous flashing lights can't stop the enthusiasm of the students.

"Excellent speech, Headmaster McGonagall."

At this moment, Piers Shinnix stood up again and clapped his hands lightly.Then everyone's attention was shifted to him. "The Ministry of Magic has reservations about your words, but at least the transcripts of NEWTs this year are still an important reference for employment." He said tactfully, "But there has been a small change in this regard."

He took out his wand and waved it, and several stacks of blue hard-covered and gilt-covered books fell on the teaching staff's desk. "The Ministry of Magic intends to establish a personal file for wizards. Starting from the young wizards, the NEWTs scores of this year's students will be an important one. These magic certificates record the results of each subject." He looked around and fell silent. The students smiled and said, "All of them have been tested with permanent protection spells."

This is simply two extremes with Professor McGonagall's claim.

The new Minister for Magic has won the unanimous loathing of Hogwarts students, even the Slytherins.After all, at this time, no one knows whether their achievements are stains or glory.In the silence, under Pierce's magic, these magic certificates flew to the owner of the name one by one.

The tall stacks of magic certificates were shrinking in size at a visible rate, but Harry didn't find his own until the distribution was over.Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and they didn't have any.Harry resisted the urge to look around to see if anyone else was being treated this way - he hadn't forgotten that there were reporters staring at them.

Harry looked up at Voldemort, who looked dissatisfied with his attention instead on the Slytherins.

He suppressed his doubts, and watched the Minister of Magic, Piers Thinnix's palm fall on the only stack of magic certificates - they were much more pitiful than the previous stack. "I believe that some people have not received their own certificates, so don't worry about it, because those who stay here are all students who are optimistic about the Ministry of Magic and have excellent grades. These certificates will be issued by all the famous people present, and the Ministry of Magic Doors will be open for those lucky ones."

"I think all the wizards present will not hesitate to give the young successor a chance to encourage."

Piers Shinnix looked at the relief of some students below, and laughed: "Now, the students whose names have been called, please come forward."

He opened the top certificate and read:

"Anthony Goldstein."

A boy in the Ravenclaw seat stood up. "Who is willing to issue a certificate to this little gentleman? Oh, Damocles, the inventor of the wolfsbane potion, yes." An elderly wizard stood up on his own initiative, "My father is a Ravenclaw, his pharmacy is the most powerful I have ever seen. I hope you can also be worthy of the academy behind you." He caught the magic certificate floating over and cast it with his wand, and it appeared on Anthony's body forward.

Harry remembered that this Ravenclaw student was a member of D·A.

"Thank you, but if you can open it, you should know that my potion is the worst." Anthony Goldstein hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

"It doesn't matter."

Amidst faint laughter, Damocles said dryly: "Knowledge is endless."

"Then, the next one is—" Piers Shinnix interrupted the embarrassing atmosphere in a timely manner, and he continued to open the magic certificate under his palm.

The second was Daphne Greengrass, then Derian Pussey, Susan Bones... Seems like a joke because the first person to try it didn't work when asked by Piers Shinnix When people responded, the Hogwarts professors who came back to their senses began to assume the responsibility of issuing certificates.This made the awkward atmosphere gradually fade away.

Presenting Ron with his certificate was Rupert Brookstanton, an elderly wizard with a stern look.Interestingly, a witch named Hattok Granger issued a certificate to Hermione. She is a member of the "Extraordinary Pharmacy Association" and has become very interested in Hermione's surname. Most of the female students may be inherited from their family's intergenerational lineage.

Suddenly, when it was Blaise Zabini's turn, the dark-skinned boy stood up, but suddenly raised his voice before Piers Shinnix could speak: "My lord, as the head of Slytherin, I I beg you to send me the certificate yourself." He bent down to salute without being humble, and there was ambition in his eyes that Voldemort could not be mistaken for.

The entire auditorium was suddenly so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.

It is undeniable that almost all the wizards on the bench have awarded it once, except the Dark Lord.

Voldemort's eyes fell on the Slytherin boy, and he said softly, "You are not qualified yet. If your ambition is to enter the Ministry of Magic, I think it would be most appropriate for the Minister to do it himself."

This calm and beautiful voice rang in everyone's ears.

"I'm happy to help." Pierce Sinnix said, "Mr. Zabini, may your future be as glorious as the name Slytherin." Although Blaise Zabini was a little disappointed, he didn't bother, Quite wisely, he accepted the certificate issued by the Minister of Magic, Piers Thinnix, and sat down gracefully.

"Also, Draco Malfoy." Pierce paused, "Oh, poor boy, he's not here." He casually put the certificate aside and looked at the only one left at the bottom. Book.

"Yes, there is one more person." The smile he had been hanging on disappeared, and he couldn't help but look at the leader of the Order of the Phoenix who was sitting calmly at the front of the Gryffindor seat.

"Harry Potter."

Harry stood up, and once again, he became the focus of everyone.It would be a great honor to be able to issue a certificate to this famous wizard, Professor Slughorns hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but raised his hand temptingly.

Yet no one looked at him, and no one cared about it.

A soft voice rang out in the quiet auditorium: "Harry Potter." The silence turned into silence, Voldemort raised his slender fingers, and the blue book in Pierce's hand flew into his palm inside.Harry watched all this quietly:

"Voldemort, I am surprised by your initiative, I thought you would sit here until the ceremony is over," he said.

There was a slight gasp from among the students, as if surprised by his boldness. Voldemort stared at him, but instead laughed, "Every student here is not worthy of what I do, they are not qualified."

Harry asked rhetorically, "So I should be honored?"

"You are not a student." Voldemort stood up, his dark red eyes fixed on the boy he liked, "You are mine..." He paused for a while, and then uttered a word: "A mortal enemy, a mortal enemy with the same fate."

He walked around the expensive high-backed chair, walked down the steps, and came to Harry like a snake gracefully but coldly-they were only a few steps away.

"In this world, only you have this qualification, my boy."

Voldemort stretched out his right hand, and the blue leather notebook floated up in his palm, calmly and gracefully like art.

Harry stared at the gilded silk-bound book, and then at Voldemort, the tall, lean wizard who waited patiently for his answer.I don't know how many reporters were recording this moment. Harry heard the cameramen's cameras making the sound of taking photos excitedly, and he felt mixed feelings.

He couldn't speak, so he could only gently raise his hand, touching the cold corner of the certificate with his fingertips.

The dark magic that Voldemort had attached to it was dissipated by the boy's extreme magic field, and the certificate fell into the boy's hands.

I don't know who started, I clapped unconsciously, and the weak applause gradually became clearer.

Just as the nameless string in the air suddenly relaxed, the door of the auditorium was knocked open with a bang.At this moment, Harry felt his hairs stand on end.As if on instinct, he quickly drew out his wand and pointed to the door.Ron, Hermione, even members of D·A—almost all the wizards who participated in the war had their wands drawn. Voldemort was no exception, his bone-colored yew wand pointed at the door almost immediately.

The door of the auditorium was only half opened, and a group of short shadows stumbled and rolled in, and a thick smell of blood wafted from there.It fell to the ground, twitching for a long time.

"Oh, Merlin..."

"Am I wrong?" "That's—"

"A goblin?"

The students all stood up, watching all this in amazement. "Help me..." When the other party stood up staggeringly, his flat ears and gray hair were exposed, he raised his head, his brown-gray eyes wandering aimlessly, when he saw Harry Reveal bright surprise and eagerness.

"what……"

He stumbled towards the crowd, and someone gasped in horror, "He was injured."

This is indeed a goblin, his throat was cut, it seems that he tried to stop the bleeding with magic but failed, the wound is oozing out with breathing, and his crumpled clothes have been stained red.

"Krumok?!" Harry looked at him in surprise.

The seventh graders stepped aside in a commotion. Voldemort squinted his eyes, stared suspiciously at the elf who appeared suddenly, and sneered, "I remember that Hogwarts requires an invitation to enter."

Professor McGonagall has stepped down from the teaching staff, all the professors are, only the wizards outside the school stand still with some hesitation.

"The only exception is these four hours." Professor McGonagall said with an ugly look, "We need Madam Pomfrey."

"Harry... Potter..."

Kurumok clutched his throat in pain, hoarsely.

Harry stared at him blankly, with some incredulity in his eyes: "This is impossible..." he murmured.

"Help me...please..."

"……help me…"

Kurumok's brown-gray eyes looked at the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix expectantly, with blood flowing all the way, which was incomparably shocking.Harry felt everyone's eyes on him again, but there was no joy or embarrassment in it.He only felt chills all over his body, Voldemort noticed his strangeness, but the mind of the boy he admired was completely blank.

Voldemort's dark red eyes narrowed suddenly, and he stretched out his wand, aiming at the elf who was almost touching the corner of the boy's robe without hesitation:

"Avada Kedavra."

The cold green light was so bright it hit Kurumok in the chest and he froze in place.Those brown-gray eyes are gradually dimming, this moment is so shocking, and it is also so——

familiar!

Harry's pupils shrank suddenly: "Stand back!——" he yelled, "He's not alive!" "Kill the darkness!" The holly wand shot out golden-red blazing flames, but it was still a step too late .

Kurumok's body began to fall backwards.

Everything happened in an instant like in slow motion, the goblin's body was cut open in the middle, and an incomparably fast blood-colored light rushed towards Harry!

The thick bloody smell almost made people suffocate and vomit. In the blood, a pair of red and black bat wings stretched out, like an Animagus deformed. The sharp nails of the woman with golden hair were about to hook Ha Lee's robe—

too close!

"Raven?!"

Voldemort pushed the boy away, and the furious black magic rushed out of the yew wand, denting the woman's chest.

However, her body moved strangely, and the speed did not decrease at all. "No!—" Harry watched as she grabbed Voldemort's robe with her nails.

In the next second, blood-red light enveloped the field of vision!It seems that there is a bloody sun in the auditorium.

Immediately, the nauseating power fluctuations weakened sharply, and when the light dissipated, only Kurumok's body was left lying on the floor, and Harry stared palely at the open space in front of him.

Voldemort disappeared.