Doomed to be an enemy

The scene was quiet for a while, and slowly, the hissing of discussions like flames sounded.

He heard his own rapid heartbeat, and Harry forced himself to calm down, but he still felt a severe chill soaking through his whole body.

"Mr Potter..."

A reporter asked cautiously: "Do you know this goblin?" It seemed like a switch was turned on, and one after another asked: "The mysterious man seems to know the sneak attacking vampire—" "He just saved you, Potter Sir, what do you have to say about this?"

Slices of flashlights were aimed at this side, and in the pale light, Kurumok's corpse looked like a plaster statue.

"Harry." Hermione whispered to him worriedly, and Ron took out his wand vigilantly, staring at the crowd who seemed to want to gather around him. "Looks like you don't want Mad-Eye Moody to let you go without guards anymore, man."

Harry's complexion became more and more ugly, his fingers tightly grasped the blue leather certificate that still carried Voldemort's magic breath, and his fingertips almost turned white due to the force in a place where no one was paying attention.He stared at these wizards who seemed to have smelled some new stories—maybe he was afraid of approaching the corpses on the ground, but the excitement and greed in their eyes made him sick.

"Quiet--!"

Harry's expression became completely stern, and for the first time, his icy voice was released in the air without any scruples, accompanied by the oppression of magic power that was gradually exposed.It was as if a thunder had sounded in midair, and the violent echo drove the air to set off a furious air current, shaking the windows to rustle.

At that moment, everyone, yes, without exception—every wizard in the auditorium had an almost suffocating pressure.

It was scorching hot, surging... a majestic magical power that could roar out of the air almost at any time.

All the noise was swept away, and people were forced to back away continuously by this force, and the reporters who wanted to get closer were the first to bear the brunt, their faces pale, and their legs were so weak that they almost fell to their knees under Harry's unprecedented sharp gaze... "Bo, Mr. Potter." The chattering of teeth almost silenced the nearest wizards.

Only at this time did everyone realize why Voldemort regarded this boy, oh no, this man as an opponent——

Harry Potter.

He is the well-deserved leader of the Order of the Phoenix, a recognized savior in the wizarding world, always standing on the front line against the forces of darkness, even leading the French campaign that has not faded, and killing endless vampires. wizard.

This bloody fact that cannot be insulted is extremely clear at this moment.

Harry stared sternly at all the people who came over, "The graduation ceremony is over." The voice became louder as the magic power pervading the air gradually heated up. "Professors of Hogwarts, please lead all the students to leave in an orderly manner."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

The magic power in the auditorium made the people standing here sweat profusely. For a moment, the headmaster almost thought that the sunlight in the auditorium was brighter than that outside, bright enough to be a bit blazing.The hot wind blew the sleeves of his robes, Harry turned to look at her: "Take the Hogwarts Express and take them home." His tone was calm, yet unquestionable.

"Okay...okay..." she repeated twice.

After a while, Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Harry, and then moved his gaze to the students. "The deans of the colleges, take the students to the dormitory to pack their luggage. An hour later, the Hogwarts Express train will leave on time!"

Her old but powerful voice penetrated the suffocating magic pressure, and relieved the anxious students in the auditorium.Then Professor Slughorns led the Slytherin students, Professor Sprout led the Hufflepuff students, and Professor Flitwick led the Ravenclaw students carefully left the auditorium one after another.

No one disobeyed.

If it was said that their positioning of Harry was a well-known and powerful classmate ten minutes ago, then at this moment, the silent facts lifted that blurred cloth, revealing the huge gap in the middle.Even the Slytherins lowered their eyes obediently, silently submitting.

"Sybyl, can you help me lead the Gryffindors? I think I'd better stay here," said Professor McGonagall.

"No problem." "Thank you."

Professor Sybill Trelawney nodded without saying anything, and walked over: "Gryffindor students, follow me." "Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, stay. said Harry.The rest of the students avoided his stern gaze and slowly began to move towards the door.

"I-I don't think so," Neville Longbottom stammered.His voice was very clear in the quiet environment, "We are members of the Order of the Phoenix, aren't we?" Everyone was looking at him, and Neville swallowed, "Okay, it's the reserves." He looked at Harry , with a firm expression: "We are willing to stay and help."

The people who were walking towards the door fell silent, stopped in place and looked towards this side.

"Didn't you see that the mysterious man rescued him just now?" said a Hufflepuff, seeing Harry's emerald green eyes looking this way, with a look of fear on his face. "I believe what my eyes see."

"Seeing with eyes?" Ron asked suddenly.

He showed a sarcastic look, and said coldly, "You didn't see anything at all, and you didn't see anything clearly! When you were trembling with fear from Voldemort, it was Harry who stood up and was beaten by vampires in the entire wizarding world." When threatening, it was Harry who led us to support France, so that you poor little ones would not become food for vampires like occupied Italy, so that you ungrateful things would not live a precarious life like half-occupied France, you Do you think Voldemort is a good man? Of those peace proposals after the war, which one was not won by Harry?!"

"Now you tell me—"

Ron suddenly raised his voice, looked around viciously, and almost roared: "What qualifications do you have to judge him?! You! What qualifications do you have to doubt him?!"

"Tell me, you have a secret place where your family lives, have you been attacked? Huh?"

"Let's talk about it, are your lives threatened?"

"Finally, tell me that even the fucking property is under the custody of Harry for you. Have you lost a Galleon in your pocket? Oh, I forgot, maybe your family's treasury may not even have a Galleon in your pocket." No."

The entire auditorium was silent, only Ron's chest was heaving violently, panting heavily, Harry silently raised his hand and pressed his friend's shoulder.

"Among the students, those who participated in the Order of the Phoenix stayed, and the rest left here."

His tone was very calm, and the almost dense magic pressure in the air carried his voice far away, echoing in the middle of the empty auditorium.

More than [-] students from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravencrowy came out one after another. "You belong to the Order of the Phoenix?" Ron stared in surprise at a student from Hufflepuff College who was mixed in. The latter's face was pale, but he still insisted and said, "Can't you? I apologize for what happened just now, But I will go and verify these things myself."

Ron curled his lips sarcastically, but said nothing more.

As the door of the auditorium was closed, the reporter of the Daily Prophet couldn't help but said, "Mr. Potter, can we leave?"

"I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while."

Harry turned and approached the silent Minister for Magic, Piers Thinnix, slowly, stopping a few paces away. "The current situation is a bit special, Mr. Minister, I think you should know how to do it." He stared straight at the smooth politician, who was pale because of his restless magic oppression.

"The Daily Prophet will have reservations about today's events." He wisely chose to bow his head.

There was a commotion among the reporters, who seemed quite dissatisfied with it.Harry raised the corners of his lips, and said emotionlessly, "Thank you for your kindness, but no need." His calm and cold voice echoed repeatedly in the auditorium, suppressing all voices, "I don't want what happened today. Seeing malicious and inciting remarks," Harry shifted his gaze and landed on the quiet reporters, "What you write must be true."

"Vampires are the enemies of wizards, I don't want any trouble at this time, you—"

"Can it be done?"

On Harry's stern cheeks, the emerald green eyes were clear and calm, with a kind of shocking sharpness.Almost no one dared to meet his gaze, just like no one dared to meet Voldemort's gaze.Harry laughed mockingly in his heart, shouldn't he have shown this strength earlier?As Professor Dumbledore said, he must use this power with caution, but it is undeniable——

It works.

Reporters and photographers from almost all mainstream newspapers are here, and no one dares to refuse the semi-forced request of the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Mr. Minister..."

The reporters left, Harry watched the hurried backs of these wizards, and said calmly, "I want to see Barty Crouch Jr." He paused, pursing his lips tightly, "and Bellatrix Lestrange." Upon hearing this, Piers Shinnix's cheeks froze, and he said dryly, "Mr. Potter, they are all Death Eaters."

"It's the Death Eaters I'm going to meet." Harry's emerald green eyes weren't smiling.He said: "Professor McGonagall, please send these guests away, there are more important things to come."

"Mr. Potter..." Before these wizards left with Minerva McGonagall, Hector Granger couldn't help but turn around and said, "Is the important thing you said about going to war with vampires? "It was not long after we got out of the shadow of the war, and the pain hadn't even healed. This sentence made everyone silent, and a kind of uneasiness seemed to permeate the air as if it would be infected.

Harry looked into her somewhat panicked eyes, and said in a firm and forceful tone, "Ma'am, any wizard can apply for the secret location of the Order of the Phoenix, anytime, anywhere."

The wizards subconsciously relaxed their brows. This sentence seemed to have magical power, sweeping away all the anxiety.Yes, there is also the secret location of the Order of the Phoenix-there will always be a place that wars can't touch.Those people who lived well even during Voldemort's reign, and didn't even think about it at all, at this moment, really understood why the legendary secret place of the Order of the Phoenix was so flocked to.

That was by no means a gimmick.Only by experiencing it firsthand can we know how dangerous it is to create such a place.And what this brings to the people under the shadow of war is not only a safe haven, but also precious hope.

Hector Granger folded his hands on his chest and bowed silently to the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

They had seen the treachery and power of vampires with their own eyes just now, and if even Voldemort stumbled accidentally, these dark creatures would be too terrifying—in such a tense atmosphere, every wizard who walked past Harry , There was no slightest contempt in their eyes anymore, they bowed their heads to him in unison.

Until the auditorium was empty, only Harry, Ron, Hermione and the thirty or so students who joined the Order of the Phoenix were left.

Piers Shinnix moved a little uneasily: "Mr. Potter, I don't know where they are."

"Your Dark Mark can call each other, all you need to do is put your own right index finger on it and say the spell." Harry stared at him sharply, and the vaguely hotter magic pressure made the person in his body The Minister of Magic with dark magic power was dripping with cold sweat, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Do you need me to cast a spell for you?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"No, no need." Pierce laughed dryly, but a storm arose in his heart.He was already a keen politician. The functions of Death Eaters summoning each other belonged to the recognized secret of the Dark Mark, but people who were not organized would never know it.As the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry was extremely aware of this matter, and when he thought of the Dark Lord's ambiguous and laissez-faire attitude towards the Order of the Phoenix, he couldn't help being horrified and terrified when he thought about it.

He lifted up the sleeve of his left arm tremblingly, revealing the ferocious Dark Mark under everyone's gaze.Piers Shinnix stretched out his right index finger and pressed it slowly, and saw that the black mist inside the skull seemed to be tumbling, only the snake entangled on it remained motionless.

"Barty Crouch Jr., Bellatrix Lestrange, something happened to the master." He swallowed, and continued, "Harry Potter wants to see you, and the place is Hogg Watts." After he finished speaking, sweating profusely, he pulled his finger away with some weakness, and the skin where it touched was already red.

It reminded Harry that Voldemort had said that the Dark Mark was extremely painful to cast, both to summon and to be summoned.

Voldemort... Harry caught his breath.In the short ten minutes, he avoided thinking about the name, and used Occlumency to calmly deal with these changes like an outsider.Until this empty waiting process, the self-blame, worry, and even panic that have been suppressed.

For a moment, it almost leaked through the fingers.

No, no—

Harry forced himself not to cry like a helpless little girl - that wouldn't solve anything.He told himself over and over that Voldemort was the most powerful Dark wizard who ever lived.You see, didn't he kill many elders of the blood clan by himself before?But Harry knew better than anyone else that it was probably a blood clan master who went to sneak attack that time, and the home court was on the wizard's side.

But this time, no matter how much he comforted himself, he couldn't overturn the obvious fact - Voldemort was most likely taken to Italy by Grand Elder Revan.

Harry blinked, worrying thoughts emerged from the bottom of his heart one after another.In the vampire's home court, Voldemort would not have the magical power of infinite instant recovery like him. The other party made such a capture plan, and must have prevented apparation.No matter how powerful that man is... Harry's fingertips clenched slowly, sinking deeply into his palm where no one noticed.

Don't panic, Harry, you can do it.

You can do it.

The door of Hogwarts was roughly blasted open, "Stop! You madman!" Bellatrix strode in angrily amid Barty Crouch Jr.'s cursing voice. Black eyes full of irritation:

"Sinix!"

"What are you bastard talking about!? Where is the master now—" Her sharp and arrogant voice stopped abruptly when she rushed into the pressure full of Harry's extreme magic power.