Doomed to be an enemy

Lucius Malfoy's straight platinum-blonde hair is no longer so neat and messy, his brows are tightly frowned, his gray-blue eyes are tired and complicated, and he is still wearing the robe he put on when he went out in the morning ——The corner of the cuff has already been stained with some ink. Compared with before, the Malfoy patriarch described it as quite embarrassed and haggard.

"Mr. Potter, next time you have such a serious PR problem, you should notify us as soon as possible." He couldn't help complaining as soon as he entered the door, his tone was as bad as his appearance - compared to before.Lucius was about to be laughed at by the leader of the Order of the Phoenix. Did he know that if he hadn't arrived in time, he would have dared to report those things he wrote?

Although Malfoy was also surprised by the subtlety and restraint of the newspapers this time, it seemed that these people suddenly knew how to spell the word polite.Thinking of what he saw and heard during his urgent running with Mad-Eye Moody from yesterday afternoon to night—and after reading a few newspapers, he understood what the media frantically hinted at.

Porter?The next dictator?Only then did Merlin realize that Lucius was stunned for several seconds when he saw such a comment.

"What?" Harry was a little dazed, but he immediately realized that today the media was almost overwhelmingly on the wizard's side, as if there was a big hand behind it. Obviously, those worst situations did not appear because of The patriarch of the Malfoy family.

While Harry was relieved, he also felt guilty.

"Sorry, I didn't think of this. I thought the news would definitely not be blocked, so it's better to force them to tell the truth." "..." Lucius Malfoy almost wanted to sigh, well, he finally found it The weakest part of a savior, he is really tiring as a diplomat.

At least, it was more tiring than bringing dozens of members of the Order of the Phoenix to the media for tough negotiations.

The Death Eater behind Lucius Malfoy raised his hood, revealing somewhat pale cheeks and straw-colored hair.Barty Crouch Jr. coughed softly: "I'm sorry to interrupt you, I don't think I'm suitable to listen to the internal affairs of the Order of the Phoenix." His face was gloomy, and he even discarded that set of false etiquette.The always polite Death Eater stared piercingly at the young Order leader when Harry looked at him:

"Can you really help Master?"

"As long as the Death Eaters cooperate," Harry said quietly.

"Bellatrix doesn't know about my coming here, but I'm sure I can convince her." Barty Crouch Jr. said bluntly, "But we can't convince too many Death Eaters, nine thousand There may not even be half of the seven hundred wizards."

Harry felt relieved—it was much better than he had imagined. He said calmly, "What did Voldemort promise to them?" Service, he guessed that the man must have thrown out an attractive condition, and when someone took the bait, it would snowball to attract more dark wizards.

The name of the Dark Lord silenced those present for a moment.

Lucius Malfoy said with a pale face: "It should be related to the wizarding world in Italy. It is the worst occupied area, and the vampires feed the wizards there. The Dark Lord should distribute the benefits there after the war to them." Barty Crouch Jr. gave him a cold look: "Malfoy, Master should really kill you."

"I'm sorry that this disappoints you." Lucius Malfoy sarcastically bluntly, watching Harry's pensive look, his lips tightened, his face turned a little blue.Can't believe what he's doing right now - helping the Savior rescue the Dark Lord?

"So, that's why you talked them into it," said Harry.

Barty Crouch Jr. snorted coldly: "There are always some people who want to gain benefits but are timid. Without a master, they have no confidence."

"Then give them confidence." Harry narrowed his emerald green eyes slightly, and he said, "Did anyone see you when you came here?" Lucius Malfoy shook his head: "I have been careful all the way." Barty Crouch snorted lightly, "Yeah, identity is sensitive after all." He said meaningfully.

"That's good." Harry stood up from his chair, regardless of the tension between them.He said to the Death Eaters, "Put on your hood and come with me."

"We need a place where we won't be disturbed."

In the basement of the LeMay estate, a lot of dust has accumulated again.The smell of rotting wood and damp made the smell less pleasant.Harry led them in. He didn't meet a few members of the Order of the Phoenix along the way, and he was a little thankful that Moody wasn't there.

"Of course he's not here." Lucius Malfoy came in after closing the door, his tone sarcastic. A Death Eater is guarding the last newspaper office, and it won't last long." Barty Crouch Jr. climbed down the stairs, cleaned the dust on his robe with his wand, and then said slowly.

The magic circle here has already been disposed of by Sia Flamel.In the darkness, they lit up fluorescent lights, and three groups of cold lights lit up from the darkness, illuminating their faces in blue.

"let us start."

"Start what?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked rhetorically.

"Give me your left arm," said Harry.The Death Eater stared at him for a while, then raised his arm and rolled up his left sleeve, revealing the hideous Dark Mark on his left arm.

The dark skull spits out a scalp-numbing black snake that wraps around the blood vessels of the skin... It seems that even the temperature in the air has dropped at this moment, and the almost palpable fear seems to be echoing the dark environment , making people feel deeply horrified just by looking at it.

Lucius Malfoy held his breath. He looked at the thing that was also printed on his arm in the past, and almost wanted to avoid his sight.In the darkness, his tone was a little apprehensive and nervous: "The Dark Mark can only be activated with the magic power of a dark wizard. Potter, if you want to use this method, I'm afraid it won't work. The mark will automatically identify whose magic power it is."

Barty Crouch Jr. didn't speak this time, he stared closely at Harry's face that couldn't see the expression, "You can do it, right?" His eyes lit up with some eager light, and his breathing became short of breath as a result. Waking up, he thought of the most unlikely possibility.

Lucius Malfoy realized this too, and looked at the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix in surprise.The other party's emerald green eyes looked too calm under the cold light, he felt his heart constrict, his lips trembled, but he was unable to speak.

Harry didn't answer the Death Eater's questioning.He extinguished his wand, which made the light even weaker.The Dark Mark seemed to be grinning ferociously in this faint light.He was so nervous that his palms were covered with sweat. This was the first time Harry had used dark magic in his body.

He only felt that the tailbone became icy cold, just like the man's icy fingertips were pressing there... But to his surprise, the dark and pure magic power left by Voldemort sprang out of it like a snake, under Harry's firm determination Under the will, he was isolated from the huge and restless magic power in his body.The scorching magic within him smelled Voldemort's power and almost boiled with it—

Harry took a deep breath, and when he lightly pressed the tip of his wand on the Dark Mark, the cold current quickly flowed from his shoulders and arms to his fingertips, and into the wand...

This process lasted only a few seconds, and Harry was already sweating profusely.

——It felt like Voldemort's cold kiss.

The holly wand suddenly became gloomy and cold, and the aura it emitted echoed the darkness, like a snake lurking in the dark, staring at you coldly, Lucius' face showed a look of horror, just because of this feeling Exactly the same as the Dark Lord himself.Little Barty Crouch slowly showed a silent smile on his face, and it got bigger and bigger. He watched excitedly as the snake on the Dark Mark began to move, stirring up the black mist in the skull to panic.

Yes, this is the magic of the master.

This is the breath of the master.

He signaled to Potter with his eyes that it was time to issue orders - no one dared to speak at this time.Harry felt relieved, he stared at the icy snake swimming endlessly, and spoke slowly:

【My servants——】

A hoarse hiss came out of his mouth, almost identical to Voldemort's voice under deliberate imitation.Lucius Malfoy took a step back in horror.At the same time, Barty Crouch Jr. let out a piercing scream. His face was completely distorted and pale, his arms were shaking violently, but he was firmly held by the grasping fingers. Voldemort's magic power and Parseltongue made the black The magic mark was fully awake, and the black snake spat out the snake letter dangerously, and the severe burning pain erupted as it swam.

That was the worry and anger suppressed in Harry's heart, which was manifesting in another form.

In the dungeon of Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix, who was about to torture the goblin, paused with her wand and suddenly clutched her left arm, "Master... please calm down..." She let out a high-pitched and sharp cry, the severe burning pain Whipping on the soul, it is worse than the Cruciatus Curse, "Forgive me, ah—" She rolled on the ground in pain, but she could only listen to the scalp-numbing, creepy whispers in the ear Voices in the brain.

【Vampires can't stop the Dark Lord's footsteps】

It was a low and treacherous voice like a whisper.In the house in Spider's End, Severus Snape accidentally broke the reagent bottle in his hand - he slowly bent over with his left arm and curled himself up on an old sofa.

[The touched glory can only be washed away with blood. 】

Her ears were buzzing, only the cold voice in her head could be heard.The potions master trembled, his cheeks twitched and quivered silently, and he made a whoosh from his throat - he couldn't even get up to get a little soul stabilizing potion, because the unprecedented pain drained all his blood. strength.

[Taking the Vatican, I will give you the richest reward. 】

The voice didn't fluctuate at all, and Piers Shinnix, who was about to attend a press conference, had no time to be thankful that he was a few minutes late and could hide in the preparation room where he had cast a silencing spell...

And the soft hissing continued.

【Those who flinch will receive the harshest punishment. 】

At this moment, similar scenes played out everywhere.All the Death Eaters, without exception, had the Dark Mark burning violently on their arms.

Every Death Eater heard the unquestionable order clearly:

[Attack Italy for me and take St. Peter's Basilica, where I will watch you. 】

[Everyone, follow Harry Potter's command. 】

【I allow success, but refuse to fail.Don't forget, I know your thoughts perfectly. 】

The intense dark power induced by Parseltongue burns the soul of every Death Eater, and the Dark Mark converts it into intelligible thoughts, deeply imprinted on the soul with this pain-like in the brain , Deep in the soul slowly depicting these orders word by word.

It was not until all instinctive resistance disappeared that this cruel work was slowly completed.

Harry had let go of Barty Crouch Jr.'s arm, and he had fallen to his knees in pain.The skin around the Dark Mark had become red and swollen.Even after the ritual is over, the pain doesn't go away. "Master...Master, he has never used this before..." He gasped heavily and murmured weakly.

"Are you okay?" Harry's voice was somewhat indifferent due to the dark magic.

"That's the sequelae of the Dark Mark." Lucius Malfoy explained, looking palely at Harry's emerald green pupils that had precipitated the color of the Avada Kedavra, recovering as the dark magic power dissipated With a peaceful appearance, it was only then that he realized that he had been holding his breath with lingering fear, and his ribs were tingling because of it. "I've never seen it like this..." He let out a long breath, and found an adjective, "Intense command." "It must have been quite painful." Lucius almost felt a dull pain in his left arm.

"Feel sorry."

Harry said without sincerity that he was indeed angry at the Death Eaters' inaction.But now, everything is different, isn't it?

Barty Crouch Jr. just slowed down a little and insisted on leaving.No one except Harry and Lucius Malfoy knew what was going on here from beginning to end. "It looks like tomorrow's Daily Prophet is going to be rough again," he said.Harry looked at the basement, which was bleak and cold due to the appearance of the dark force, was silent for a while, and asked:

"Mr. Malfoy, will Death Eaters obey orders?"

"Yes." Lucius Malfoy said with certainty.

"Even if Voldemort himself isn't there?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Lucius still didn't seem used to hearing the Dark Lord's name - not many people in all.He suppressed the trembling in his heart.

"Even if Voldemort himself is not here." He said it with almost all the courage.

It was indeed different, the atmosphere in the entire wizarding world was completely tense from the afternoon.The Death Eaters came and went in and out of Malfoy Manor in a hurry, and many wizards saw them gathering their men.The Minister of Magic, Piers Shinnix, showed a friendly and tough side with a pale face. While calming the uneasiness of the people, he opened the door for the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

The full liberalization of the Feilu network alone has greatly improved the efficiency.

On the second day, Barty Crouch Jr. came to the Order of the Phoenix on behalf of the Death Eaters, and made it clear that the Death Eaters would cooperate unconditionally. The two camps began to operate closely like war machines.

Harry gave them the same order:

"Two days later in the morning, the participants must rush to the wilderness outside Godric's Hollow."

At the same time, Barty Crouch Jr. also brought another piece of good news. "Clouds can reduce the sense of smell of vampires, and lightning can cut off their perception."

It made Harry suddenly realize that this was an opportunity.

"The dark atmosphere over Italy has been gathering clouds and blocking the sun." Harry said slowly and solemnly, looking at the Death Eater.

Barty Crouch Jr. evidently understood, a gleam in his dark brown eyes.

Godric's Hollow is a small magical village.There is a huge hilly no-man's land near it.Now, a blue phoenix firework spread its wings in mid-air, and its beautiful singing resounded all over the field.Countless members of the Order of the Phoenix who borrowed their way from Godric's Hollow set up tens of thousands of tents in the wilderness, densely packed with white, and wizards came every day, and Hermione recorded the potions, brooms, doors, etc. Keys, food packages...and let these wizards sign a strict and generous war participation agreement with official seals.

"This is war, and there are always accidents. There is only so much we can do." Hermione's mouth was dry repeating this sentence, "The families of the victims can receive pensions-this is the French Battle of the Order of the Phoenix The treatment given also applies now. The Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters jointly established a war fund for this purpose, which was deposited into Vault 1 under the witness of all Gringotts directors."

"Will Mr. Potter be with us?" Almost everyone asked.

"of course."

Hermione answered in the affirmative every time, too.Looking at the other party's relaxed expression, he signed the agreement without hesitation.By this time, her fatigue had almost disappeared.

"The dragon trainers will arrive on time, what about the Death Eaters?" "Maybe they are all waiting to show up tomorrow morning." Harry was more calm than Ron, who was a little uneasy, and he looked outside the tent A group of voices are buzzing, and the grass and poplars are withered in the distance:

"They will come."

By evening, all 1 members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, supplies had been distributed, and the battle plan was distributed to everyone one by one.Until this time, everyone was free.They watched the bloody sunset color the whole wilderness.It seems to herald this doomed bloody war.

The next day, before dawn, Harry woke up.He stared at the ceiling of the tent, still feeling unreal.He made no further attempts to contact Voldemort that night, because Harry had already decided to go to Italy to find him.In his pocket was a vial of kinkilling potion - sent by Death Eater Severus Snape.Harry felt incredible that he could face this wizard calmly without taking out his wand to duel with him.

Suppressing these chaotic thoughts, Harry changed into the wizard's shirt that Voldemort gave him, the potion was pinned to the special belt, and other supplies shrunk down and were put in his pockets.After he finished washing in the cold and rough wind, the silent camp also began to revive.

At seven o'clock in the morning, everyone finished breakfast on time.The temperature of the air began to drop. "Look over there!" At the edge of the sky, a golden-red sun slowly rose, but it didn't bring any warmth at all.A black thread as thick as a hair appeared in the sky, and then it was soaked in like ink——

The aura of dark magic that seemed to bring cold and fear to the breath came out from the wind, "That is..."

"It's a Death Eater." Harry's eyes froze, and the fiery fluctuations of magic power swallowed up the little bit of dark magic power. Then, the scorching wind spread throughout the camp accompanied by his majestic voice:

"Time's up! Everyone find their team, get out their brooms—"

The whole camp erupted.

"Are you ready?" "So—"

Harry mounted his Firebolt and at the same time sent a red signal toward the sky. "Now, take off!" It was an extremely spectacular scene, sixty phalanxes flew up almost at the same time - thanks to Ron's training, 1 people neatly faced the rising sun and flew in the sky in the wilderness. row out.

Silent.

At the forefront, Harry's shirt fluttered, silently watching the dark wizards gradually approaching in the distance.