Doomed to be an enemy

"All down!"

The wizards immediately swooped down, narrowly dodging the passing passenger plane.Before they could rejoice, the white water mist below turned orange-red, and the air heated up rapidly——

In an instant, when the sea of ​​flames roared, a transparent crystal wall appeared in the middle, and the blazing golden flame hit it fiercely, making a loud bang, and the crystal wall became beautiful like dye. The golden color is spreading for miles. "All Death Eaters, get out of Italy at full speed."

The Dark Lord's cold voice sounded in the alchemy device, and at the moment of emergency escape, there was a moment of silence.Then almost immediately the pot exploded - all the captains flipped the switch:

"Owner!--"

"Master, where are you?"

"Wait, this seems to be Mr. Potter's channel..." "How is Harry?" "Harry, are you there?"

……

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, calmly and maliciously took off the alchemy device, and placed it next to the running lion's ear, and Harry's brain was almost blocked by the shock of this series of messages... He heard In addition to the voices of Ron and Hermione, there were also many anxious questions from the captains of the Order of the Phoenix.It looked like they thought Voldemort had killed himself.

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but what came out was a deafening lion's roar——

"Ow!"

There was an instant silence in the entire alchemy device... The almost watch-breaking volume made the entire alchemy device hum.The lion galloping in mid-air almost fell over, Voldemort lazily said "Potter is alive, he is with me" and shut the thing down quite simply.

"Harry, go to heaven."

Voldemort comforted the mane that exploded on the boy's back, and the flames chasing after his butt brought Harry back to his senses, and he quickly vibrated his fire wings and accelerated into the sky.The air became thinner as it went up, and the dark free power available for burning became less and less. The tip of the fiery golden flame slowly turned golden red, and it was almost powerless to chase them down.

"It really is." Voldemort narrowed his dangerously deep black eyes, and he stretched out his hand, the black mist-like sleeves of his robe were blown down to his elbow by the strong wind, and his fingertips touched the lion's forehead with warmth unlike before. The conspicuous golden lightning-shaped fluff said, "Harry, at this height, mobilize all your magic power and run around the Vatican at the fastest speed." The rough wind could not blur any of the man's words, and Harry moved Move your ears and subconsciously follow the man's words.

Almost instantly, a huge wave of magic power that made Voldemort's heart tingle spread, bringing an unparalleled heat wave, and the mist that had dissipated became dense again.The flame lion's fire wings that were originally trapped in space expanded outwards in an instant, slowly expanding from tens of feet to hundreds of feet—as if spreading from the sky in a brilliant fiery red light, every time it was stirred, it boiled up. Thousands of feet of water vapor, and their speed is almost at the limit.

The burning Vatican has blurred into a mass of meaningless color blocks. Harry has never been so happy—no, this is not running, the small city can hardly exert such extreme speed, even if it is the fission in his body. The magic power was also getting a little bit exhausting. Harry already felt the soreness in his muscles. He knew that a new round of magic power surge was about to start, so he couldn't help hesitating for a moment, and the speed just slowed down.

Suddenly, the entire sky darkened, as if the night suddenly fell here, and the starlight, moonlight, and the sun disappeared together—no, or they were blocked by a powerful dark force.And this pure and incomparable power just showed its edge, and immediately poured into the lion's body from the back.

Voldemort's tone was very short: "Mobilize magic power, consume them as much as you can—"

The flame lion's emerald green eyes blinked in confusion, and the man's hands hugged his neck, pulling his mane with some pain.The bright red haze-like fire wings danced in the darkness, and after the cold and pure dark power plunged into the body, the originally sluggish fission magic power suddenly revealed a ferocious and greedy side-they quickly split themselves, intending to devour this dark power .

It worked.They almost swarmed up and swallowed it up.However, the victory was only a split second, and more and stronger dark forces swarmed in, struggling to extinguish this greedy flame like a big river.

The long-lost coolness and tranquility slowly spread from the back to the body.

It's so tough and so undeniable.

After Harry turned into a lion, his somewhat sluggish mind suddenly understood Voldemort's thoughts, and immediately struggled... No one understood better than him what kind of dangerous power the magic power in his body was, and it could make him rival overnight How could the strongest dark wizard in history, Voldemort, really be as bright as he seemed?

It's not that advanced black magic cannot be used, it's just harmless.

Those flames, those creatures that died under this powerful magic, made Harry deeply wary of it. How dare Voldemort?How dare you touch such a taboo?Moreover, this magic power not only does not resist the collision, but even devours these dark magic powers?Harry was stunned by the grotesque in his body, and his brain cooled down as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

Harry understood almost immediately that the magic used by these fission forces was extremely restrained against black magic, but it itself could swallow this kind of power. He suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Is the nausea and all kinds of discomforts all because it is craving such food?

Harry marveled at the conclusion.

Immediately afterwards, extreme nausea rose from the bottom of my heart.This makes sense, why Sia Lemay would be sure from his own description in a few words that the dark magic power can neutralize this fission power and make him normal, because this is the silent power that only one power can survive. war.

But he couldn't let Voldemort do it, it wasn't the Dark Lord's responsibility, it was the consequence he, Harry Potter, should bear.The emerald green eyes of the Fiery Lion dimmed a little. These fission freaks were yearning for Voldemort's magic power - the power that the other party had obtained after a narrow escape.

Harry tensed up, but before he could move, Voldemort was alert to the boy's thoughts.

The majestic dark power suddenly became heavy and stagnant, not to mention turning over, Harry almost fell into the clouds because of it. "Harry..." Voldemort pressed his fingers slightly, and gently placed a kiss on the back of the boy's round sensitive ear with his lips, and the incomparable and arrogant dark power formed a biting wind, blowing the robe on his body. Flying, like a fog that melts into the darkness. "My boy, do as I say, the magic power on you can no longer be dragged on." He said softly, his voice was a bit cold because of the powerful dark power.

"If I want to use my energy to suppress your resistance, I can't get twice the result with half the effort, and you don't want me to become a squib, do you?" Voldemort's warning made Harry let out a low growl of worry and anxiety, but it was completely extinguished to turn over and shake off Voldemort idea.

Harry gritted his teeth, shook the fire wings almost desperately, and pierced straight into the clouds——

In an instant, a large part of the fission power that was fighting with the dark magic power was extracted. Although the more it is consumed, the more fission will be, but there is at least a small gap. The more magic power is consumed, the bigger the gap will be. !

The fire-like red spread rapidly from the clouds, as if wrapped in red clouds, replacing the sun, shining an incomparably magnificent light in the dark. Voldemort's darkness was decreasing imperceptibly, but Harry's fire wings seemed to merge with the sky, spreading in all directions unbelievably—

--boom--

What kind of scene is it like to burn the sky and boil the sea with a violent flash of fire falling from the clouds?

The dragons and dragon trainers who fled the stratosphere in embarrassment have already understood it deeply.They either climb thousands of feet in fear, reaching heights that even dragons can struggle with.Either he had to use magic to get out of the sea of ​​flames——Descartes was extremely thankful that the flames did not have Mr. Potter's ability to restrain darkness, otherwise none of these wizards would be able to survive, and the dragon would be a living target.

"What happened over there again?!" "Merlin, this is almost at the border—"

"I can't go on like this—" Only Hermione could faintly sense the familiar fluctuations in the magic power, and couldn't help but worry in her heart. Could it be that Voldemort is finally going to turn his back on him?There is no possibility of such a huge fluctuation of magic power except fighting.Hermione made her voice tense: "Stay in formation and speed up, it's too dangerous here - I can't wait to get the Portkey Harry prepared."

Hermione said calmly in the alchemy device.

Immediately, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, especially the sixty captains who heard it, became secretly vigilant almost immediately. "Team No. 30, line up and speed up!" "Team No. 18, go down, huddle together and wait for another fire?!"

After a minute of commotion, the sixty mixed brigades of the Order of the Phoenix returned neatly.The stronger team was at the front, and the cold wind was blowing, and the captain's hands were full of sweat.Harry did not participate in the preparation of the Portkey. This sentence represents the final plan prepared by the leader, which means the highest level of danger——

And the target was the Death Eater who rushed to the front faster than them.

Harry didn't know about this, the fission magic power in his body was emptied almost instantly, and it took two or three seconds for it to recover quickly.Harry was almost sweating profusely from the heat.Water droplets stick to the skin wetly along the hair.I don't know if it belongs to me or the man on my back.

But as the fission magic power was neutralized one after another, after halfway through, the speed of neutralization began to slow down.Because the total number becomes smaller, the recovery speed becomes faster.Usually it was Harry who exhausted all his strength and was counterattacked before Voldemort could neutralize much.

For a moment, Harry looked at the darkness around him with some frustration, and felt real fear for the first time.He wasn't afraid of death, but he couldn't just watch Voldemort—that proud and powerful dark wizard really lose countless magic powers, even lost his magic power.

Harry couldn't imagine it.

Think about it, there is no way!There must be!Harry calmed himself down, his gaze resting on his outstretched Firewings.Eyes flickered for a moment, and Harry bowed his head and growled.I heard Voldemort's hasty and cold voice: "No, don't think about it—"

The lion shook his head in refusal, although there was a moment of instinctive fear in his emerald green eyes.But he still firmly gathered all the fission magic power in his body, and suddenly sent it into the fire wings on both sides!

The fiery red flames began to turn golden at a visible speed, and the fiery lion whimpered in pain, trembling all over.However, this did work. Harry experienced Voldemort's furious emotions again after many years. When the dark power in his body swallowed up the remaining power in an instant, the burning cloud that stretched for thousands of miles had completely passed through. Putting on gold, it sweeps away the once dark appearance of Italy.

Beautiful.

But Voldemort hated this beauty at this time, his hand holding the yew wand was so tight that it was almost bruised, Harry could feel his quick and angry breathing, and in the vague sensation, the other party raised his hand like a sword raised wand--

Voldemort pursed his lips tightly, his obsidian-like eyes stared at the golden flames on the beautiful wings of fire that wanted to rush back.Almost without saying a word, it swung down instantly!

"Roar!--"

"...Harry."

The lion's deafening roar of pain almost toppled the wizard on his back, Voldemort's calm expression broke instantly, and the eyes that had turned back to black almost turned red again.Almost subconsciously, he hugged the lion's neck that was tense into a stone, feeling the muscles still twitching——

Almost a series of healing and analgesic spells were used on the boy in a hurry without blinking, and Voldemort's anger was occupied by that delicate heartache like a needle prick.The boy's Animagus asked the Dark Lord to learn about ancient magical creatures such as the fiery lion.Knowing that their proudest and most powerful is the fire wing—although it is not a real limb, it is a part of the virtual body derived from the overflow of magic power from the soul, vaguely connected to the depths of the soul.

When the fire wing is cut off by the spell, it is equivalent to cutting off that layer of connection, making the soul turbulent, the magic power disordered, and even suffering the same pain as tearing the soul.As a result, it is almost impossible to regenerate.At least not in the records.

Voldemort couldn't remember how many spells he had muttered, as if he had used all he had learned - or had used it several times.It wasn't until the lion's body relaxed a little, that Voldemort slowly stroked the sweat-wet hair of the boy, "It's okay, we succeeded—"

Harry vaguely heard Voldemort's soft, not at all gentle, comforting voice.

I just felt that the breath I was holding was immediately relieved.

——Really, it hurts.

Harry passed out vaguely.

In the sky, the bright golden red glow fell to the ground as if the sky had been lifted.

Falling together with that was the wizard who was entwined by the black-scaled serpent which had been magnified several times, and slowly transformed back into a human form together.