Doomed to be an enemy

The flames raging in the Vatican have not been extinguished.In mid-air, the chopped-off fire wings were also stained with the ferocity of the blazing golden flames, but before it could catch up, a black column of smoke wrapped two people in mid-air and quickly flew into the distance.Harry had completely lost consciousness, his head resting limply on Voldemort's chest.

Voldemort was furious at the boy's unprecedented embarrassment.

Almost all the Death Eaters who reached the Italian border covered the Dark Mark because of the Dark Lord's anger, and almost fell from the air.This made the Order of the Phoenix team who followed them a little bit astonished, and the captains who knew more news stared at them nervously, fearing that this was an order from the Dark Lord to start the war.Everyone slowly descended to the ground in this weird atmosphere.

Immediately there were wizards here to collect the corpses and distribute the door keys.Suddenly, a cold and deep whisper sounded in everyone's ears:

[Severus Snape, take your potion box and go to Malfoy Manor immediately. 】

A black column of smoke shot across the sky quickly, and then it was as cold as the night's chill and gust of wind.The coercion of the magic power that seemed to be real made the ground silent.Hermione climbed up a slope, gritted her teeth and gave herself a loud voice:

"Voldemort, you said Harry was with you, what about him?!" The witch's icy voice resounded all over the field, and also revealed the problems that members of the Order of the Phoenix had been worrying about.The name of the Dark Lord undoubtedly made everyone shudder again, surprised at her boldness.

The plume of smoke didn't stop at all, and Hermione's heart was going cold as soon as it was about to disappear into the sky.

"You killed him, didn't you?" she cried, tears welling up in her brown eyes—causing a commotion among the members of the Order. "He saved you, I know he saved you! How could you Do you do this?!" She almost trembled with fear and resentment, and asked in a hysterical voice.

"you--"

[Shut up, little girl! ——]

Voldemort's cold and angry whispers made the Order of the Phoenix people cover their ears too, the feeling of being penetrated by the dark force was really terrifying.

【The Dark Lord will never forget the people who helped him. Potter is injured. If you want to visit him, come to Malfoy Manor. Don't make trouble now. 】

Hearing this, Hermione loosened her strength and was supported by Ron who followed, "Hermione, let's go back." He said firmly, "When we get back to England, let's go to Malfoy Manor together." The witch turned pale. There was an ugly smile on his face.

There was a crackle in the ranks of Death Eaters, and Severus Snape apparated hastily.This couldn't help but make Barty Crouch Jr. stunned, the Portkey was much faster than the apparition that had to stop several times.

Is he really afraid of his master's punishment, or is this Death Eater strong enough to apparate across borders?

There was a sudden apparition bang outside Malfoy Manor.

Severus Snape appeared outside the door with a pale face, clutching the potion box firmly and hurried inside.The Death Eaters who stayed behind looked at his billowing back in black robe. "Didn't Snape go to Italy?" "It looks like the face is not good, maybe the war is not going well."

"Who knows."

The silence was broken by hurried footsteps in the empty corridor, Snape directly broke into the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor with an ugly face, put down the potion box, returned to Spider's End by the fireplace, and pulled out the A large, dusty box that, when opened with a wave of a wand, contained almost half the size of a room.

Blood tonics, antidotes, soul stabilizers—who the hell knows what the brat got hurt? !Severus Snape fretfully swept all the stock into the crate.It was like a sleepy snake circling in circles, and finally even stuffed the crucible and medicinal materials into it.After finishing the work, the entire basement was as clean as if it had been swept.

When he was struggling to walk out of the fireplace in the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor carrying the potion box, a column of black smoke burst in through the window.Snape almost dropped the box with a shudder, and then his gloomy eyes became hollow.

"Master." Before the smoke cleared, he bent down to greet him.

Voldemort ignored him, walked to the bed with strides, and carefully placed the boy in his arms on the soft bed.Even so, Harry's body could be seen twitching unconsciously. "Get the soul stabilizer and mana stabilizer." Voldemort ordered in a hasty tone.

Severus Snape had never seen the Dark Lord so emotionally exposed. When he was about to open the potion box, he took four potions and hurriedly handed them over. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Potter with a pale face without a trace of blood. He couldn't help but Tight lips.

Voldemort first took a soul stabilizer, pulled out the plug, and supported the soft nape of the boy's neck, but Harry almost clenched his teeth in order to bear the pain, not to mention the potion, even the air couldn't get in.

"Harry..."

Voldemort stretched out his fingertips to wipe the potion on the boy's lips, but when it touched the skin, it was covered with sweat, and there was almost a sharp pain in his heart, he lowered his eyes, and pressed his lips gently against the boy's mouth, "Open your mouth, Harry." "Please..." he whispered in Parseltongue.

The hissing sound brought the horrified Snape back to his senses, and he looked away almost subconsciously.

The kiss gradually deepened, feeling Harry's weak response as if instinctive, the slight sound of water stopped, Voldemort simply poured the potion into his mouth and patiently fed it to the boy bit by bit, there was nothing between them The stimulation of the overlapping of the two magic fields, but there was a greater throbbing dormant... Feeling the slight relaxation of Harry's twitching muscles, Voldemort fed the boy another magic stabilizer.

The slender, white, warm fingertips touched the lightning scar soothingly, rubbed away the boy's frowning brows, and slowly slid down his cheeks. He hugged Harry, almost every hour He just fed the potion once, channeled the boy's huge and chaotic magic power himself, and didn't care at all that the occasional eruption destroyed countless precious ornaments in the house like a typhoon passing through.

Severus Snape stood aside silently, his palms covered with sweat.

The Dark Lord was so uncharacteristically nice to Potter that he couldn't see any flaws in his deceit, and the two prophesied sworn enemies hugged the bed intact.Snape accepted this fact with difficulty. He knew that there was an affair between Voldemort and Potter, and tried his best to conceal it.Snape didn't want Lily's child to be ruined by this - he thought this was the Dark Lord's purpose.

Until now, I almost saw with my own eyes how much Voldemort cherished and worried about Harry, and even angrily refuted the Muggle-born Granger on the Italian border, leaving behind a large number of Death Eaters, and hurriedly flew back to Marl Fu Manor...

Perhaps it was because of Potter's condition that he was no longer able to apparate.

Severus Snape came up with an answer that stunned him almost in disbelief.Perhaps, his master, the strongest dark wizard in history, really cared about Potter, in a positive sense.Obviously, not many people knew about this matter, so he endured his horror and took a few more medicines to relieve muscle spasms.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and gave him a scrutinizing look before gently feeding the boy.Harry's body was no longer twitching, and his breathing was relaxed. Voldemort moved his slightly numb shoulders.A soft wave of the bone-colored wand over the side of the boy's head and a spell cast Harry into a deeper sleep, until another hour passed, with Harry's magic and spirit still steady, before slowly putting the boy to sleep. lay flat.

Harry was still wearing the wizard's robes, and Voldemort swiped his wand to clean up the dust, and pulled his own silk quilt to cover the boy.Glancing at the debris all around him, he waved his wand silently. The bracket that fell on the ground was hung back to the ceiling, the shattered picture frame was restored to its original state, and the shattered crystal became brand new. The broken tables and chairs on the wall were also repaired automatically, bouncing back to their original positions.

Voldemort deliberately dimmed the light.It wasn't until this time that Snape dared to speak: "Master, do you need to call the healer we installed in Saint-Germont?" Feeling Voldemort's cautious gaze, his heart tightened, and he hoped that the Dark Lord would Didn't think of Potter.He hastened to be more tactful and humble.

"I brought all the potions. The master can ask the healer to take care of Potter here. If someone from the Order of the Phoenix comes to visit, it can't be said that we are not doing our best."

"Severus, your proposal is good."

Voldemort said slowly, "But what I want is not a superficial busyness." He raised the corners of his lips without emotion, "Saint-Germont's healers related to soul trauma, I want to see them all appear here tomorrow .”

"Master, we haven't been able to win over Saint-Germont yet, only some people are more obedient—" Snape was interrupted before he could finish his probing words.

"It's up to them. I want Harry to get the best treatment and care possible."

Voldemort's expression was grim, "If you don't obey, I'll hand it over to Bella—they should be back tomorrow, and I'll just see the result."

Saint-Germont received the Dark Lord's invitation at eight o'clock in the evening.Severus Snape led the team willingly the first time around, almost taking the trauma healer on duty with him.At the same time, he also got the list from the inside and ordered the Death Eaters to go door to door.

The noise in the silent Malfoy Manor didn't settle down until midnight. Voldemort changed into his pajamas, climbed into bed and got into the boy's bed, and held Harry in his arms, and the hanging emotions eased a little.

No one knew better than Voldemort the horror of tearing out the soul. The first time he did it, there was no one around, and he almost couldn't make it through.His boy's guts really annoyed and worried Voldemort.He hugged Harry tightly, stroking the sleeping boy's shoulder blades strangely once and for all.

Just like what I expected when I was injured a long time ago.

Because he was thinking about Harry's situation, Voldemort almost just closed his eyes and rested his mind. In the middle of the night, the boy Anshun's magic power became disordered again. Voldemort woke up vigilantly for the first time, watching Harry's back almost bowed into shrimps in pain. —his eyeballs almost turned back to red. Voldemort took a deep breath and poured himself a soul stabilizer.

Then calmly channeled the magic power to the boy, and whispered the trick in Harry's ear—whether the other party could hear it or not.Slowly, after half an hour, the turbulent soul trauma calmed down, and the chaotic magic power also calmed down. "Good boy..." Voldemort let out a long breath, smiled, and lowered his head to kiss lightly on the lightning scar on the boy's forehead.

"Get some rest, my boy."

He raised his eyes and looked out the window, it was almost dawn, Voldemort got out of bed silently, after all he used sensitive detection spells and protection spells around him worriedly, then changed his clothes and left quietly.

Sure enough, both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters had returned to England one after another.The news of Harry's injury must have reached that side. Voldemort thought about it, and first went to see the therapist Saint-Germont who had been lured by threats. "I'm sorry for the hasty visit from the Death Eaters, but you guys are the best at wounding the soul, and I hope you can help the wounded."

Voldemort said without the slightest apology that the few wizards in the room were shuddering at the coercion of the cold dark magic.

After all, not everyone can face the Dark Lord without fear.

"Is our patient really Mr. Potter?" whispered one of the young, freckled therapists.

patient?

Voldemort frowned unhappily, he didn't like the word: "He was just injured, not sick." He said softly, "You are right, Potter was injured on the Italian battlefield, this Are you satisfied with the answer?"

The other party shook his head quickly, not daring to speak.

Voldemort narrowed his obsidian-like charming and dangerous eyes: "I only say this once. The Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters are still working together. I want a lively Potter, so put away your petty thoughts. If he gets out No matter what the problem, you can't live."

"Dolphin Rolle, send them to the master bedroom." Voldemort gave the order, and the blond Death Eater forcefully drove the healers out, "Severus, follow and watch."

"Yes, Master."

Snape simply bowed and saluted, and followed the last person out of the room.At this moment, the Minister of Magic, Piers Thinnix, who had rushed over after being summoned by Voldemort, walked in the door almost sweating.

"Old friend, I heard about you." Voldemort looked at him for a while before speaking slowly.Pierce's face turned pale immediately, but he could still maintain a decent posture and expression, "Master, I am your most loyal servant."

Voldemort said softly: "I've heard that a lot. I don't want to pay attention to it. You have to be glad that I still need you, Pierce." The Minister of Magic suddenly wet his back with cold sweat, and bowed obediently.

"Master, please order."

"Take care of the media's mouth for me these two days."

Voldemort approached him, and glanced coldly at him, "Potter was injured on the battlefield, and he did me a great favor, so I don't want to see any dirty water splashed on him for the time being." He spared Staring at the Minister of Magic meaningfully, "Let the reporter arrange an interview, and divert the attention of the soldiers who participated in the war. Potter's performance in this war is quite outstanding, so we might as well let the British wizards know about it."

Piers Shinnix hurriedly agreed, biting the bullet with some hesitation and saying:

"However, the Death Eaters also contributed a lot. Holding the Order of the Phoenix like this may cause the public to misunderstand."

Hearing this, Voldemort nodded slightly: "You go to Severus Snape and ask him to announce the matter of the kinkilling potion and the performance of the Death Eaters on the battlefield, and select some to report together. Shall I teach you?"

Pierce then saluted and exited the room.He put his heart down heavily, and couldn't help being surprised that he wasn't tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. Voldemort never tolerated betrayal, and he almost thought he was going to die in it.

At the same time, Pierce also realized that the task assigned by the Dark Lord might be more important than his own life.Thinking of Voldemort's attitude towards the Order of the Phoenix—or Potter, he gasped secretly and hurried to the Ministry of Magic immediately.

After returning to England, the Order of the Phoenix was also very busy.Sixty captains gathered in the tent one by one, and less than [-] troops were stationed in the wilderness outside Godric's Hollow. Ron, Hermione, the two brothers Prewett and Harry's guards were all here In addition to Descartes who arranged for the dragon to go back to the secret location, Moody and the heads of several seats were also sitting at the conference table.

"I suggest a few of us visit Harry first." Ron couldn't help but said, "Me and Hermione, plus Harry's guards at most." "Potter should be fine." Moody's magic eyes stared at Harry. Looking at him, "The secret location is still there, and his magic has not failed."

Hermione also nodded: "Voldemort won't lie in public."

Everyone was silent again when they heard the name, and Ron Ninja said coldly: "I have to go and see anyway, I can't let my best buddy live next door to his sworn enemy." He slammed his fist on the table.

"Seconded--"

"Second." "Second..."

After the Order of the Phoenix finished their discussions, early in the morning, Ron, Hermione, and two brothers Prewett led Harry's guards to approach more than 20 people, and apparated menacingly outside Malfoy Manor.

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"Mr. Porter's soul has been traumatized and shocked, and now he is adjusting himself."

"The trouble is the disorder of magic power. Mr. Potter's magic power is amazing, so even if the soul adjusts itself, it will cause great turmoil."

"If this happens frequently, I'm afraid it will cause extremely serious physical damage."

A dozen therapists examined Harry one by one after Voldemort removed the protection spell, and almost came to the same conclusion.The soul stabilizer can only control it for a while, and it still needs to wait for the self-adjustment of the soul to end, and using too much medicine will not be conducive to recovery.

Voldemort watched their discussion with cold eyes, one must know that the restoration of the soul does not take a day or two. "So you can only use some potions to restore body damage?" He said aloud.A group of therapists who were discussing in full swing froze immediately, realizing that this is not a pharmacy laboratory, they were all embarrassed.

"Your Excellency the Dark Lord, this is only a conclusion based on our experience."

The young therapist wanted to stand out, but was pushed back by one of the oldest wizards, and he replied with fear, "Mr. Potter's soul is a little weak, but there is no problem with self-adjustment. The only problem is that his magic power is too strong." It's strong, it still has such destructive power when it's asleep, let alone if it's awake."

"That's why I suggest to equip Mr. Potter with potions for sleeping and soothing the body, and then prepare the antidote after his soul is adjusted."

Fury rose in Voldemort's heart, and he said with an unclear expression, "How long will this take?"

"It depends on Mr. Potter's soul recovery ability." The older wizard wiped off his cold sweat. "You are proficient in magic, and you should have studied it deeply." He forced a smile.

"In-depth research."

Voldemort played with this sentence, and laughed angrily, "So, when Potter recovers is almost up to me? Huh?"

"Yes."

With a "bang", the door of the master bedroom was bounced open by a spell, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix who came to visit stood at the door with ugly expressions.