Doomed to be an enemy

The atmosphere stiffened instantly.

Voldemort's expression was also a little subtle, he really didn't expect these members of the Order of the Phoenix to come at such a good time.But he wasn't going to explain. An elegant smirk hung on Voldemort's face: "It's a rare visitor."

Ron turned pale, and subconsciously stood half a body in front of Hermione: "We're here to pick Harry up."

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Voldemort's expression remained the same, he looked at them with interest: "I have already invited the healers from Saint-Germont, and I don't think the Order of the Phoenix can take care of it well..." He slightly narrowed his obsidian-like eyes and read the boy's words Name, "Harry."

"Don't call him by his name—"

Ron blushed as if offended, and gritted his teeth angrily: "You don't need your permission to recover Harry."

"I don't think so, it just so happens that my skills in this area are pretty good." Voldemort glanced at the few therapists who were standing quietly aside at this moment, and decided to admit it. "Miss Granger, I remember that is your name..." His eyes fell on the witch who was quietly looking around, showing admiration, "You guessed right, Harry is indeed helping the witch in the church." hit me once."

"The Dark Lord has always promised not to forget those who helped him."

Hermione looked directly into his heavy gaze, without flinching: "Even if Harry is your enemy?" "Even if he is mine," Voldemort paused for a moment, before pursing his lips and said slowly, "Enemy." "I I can promise to return you a healthy Harry Potter. The premise is that he must recover from his injuries at Malfoy Manor."

Nourishment and injury at the base of the Death Eaters... Ron twitched the corners of his mouth and swallowed: "You said he was injured."

"I think it's obvious."

Hermione was not so easy to fool, her eyes became sharper: "Why did Harry get hurt? You were with him at the time, right?" Voldemort really admired this little girl now, his handsome face The smile deepens:

"Yes, I was with him. In a sense, we had a common enemy at that time."

"I don't believe you." After a while, Ron said.

Voldemort said softly, "I don't think I need this either." His smile was a little haughty and unquestionable, "This is just a routine announcement. Without my order, Harry Potter cannot leave, and you -"

There was no smile in Voldemort's obsidian-like beautiful and dangerous eyes: "It's the same."

This made the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix alert, the air was like a taut string, with a smell of gunpowder.Hermione was secretly startled by the Dark Lord's control methods, and this conversation was almost dominated by the other party.She and Ron exchanged glances, obviously Voldemort was a little impatient.

Just when the atmosphere was a little stiff and dangerous, there was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against the bed.

Harry woke up.

Now Voldemort was even less interested in dealing with these Order of the Phoenix wizards.The therapists who had been silent all this time moved and quickly surrounded him.While Harry was still a little dizzy and nauseous, a dozen detection spells were thrown on him.

Harry tried to sit up, but his muscles were so sore that he had no strength left.It was the young therapist with freckles who saw his need, so he took the initiative to help him, and kindly stacked two bulging cushions at the head of the bed behind Harry's back.

"Thank you." Harry gave him a grateful smile.

There seemed to be a smile in those emerald green eyes, his face was a little pale, and he looked a little tired.The young therapist's face was blushing, and he said dully, "My name is Knowsley, and I'm one of your therapists."

Ron bite the bullet and tentatively walked towards the bed, but Voldemort didn't stop him. He and Hermione exchanged glances, and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix quickened their steps and rushed over. "Harry, are you all right?"

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes with surprise. "Ron, Hermione." He grinned, "It's great that you're all fine!" That unprecedentedly happy and bright smile made Voldemort feel uncomfortable.Anyway, you can't be openly intimate with boys here, and these wizards don't know how long they will disturb.

Voldemort thought about it, and walked out of the master bedroom without a sound, ordering the Death Eaters on guard to see him off in an hour.The therapists recorded the examination results for Harry, and then went to the side to discuss the specific details of the treatment plan. The space was completely reserved for the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Harry, what kind of injury did you get? It took us by surprise." Ron couldn't help but said.

Hermione checked Harry more bluntly, and found that there was nothing wrong, her face darkened and she folded her hands and said, "I want to know that too."

Harry was amused and moved by the appearance of even a good friend asking a teacher for a crime, so he narrated what happened in St. Peter's Church in Italy.Only the ambiguity between him and Voldemort was removed.The responsibility for the fire wing being cut off was quietly assigned to the ancestor.

"So, my soul was hit, and I don't think it's a big deal." Harry said, spreading his hands.

Hermione's face turned pale when she heard the thrilling ups and downs, and now she heard Harry not taking it seriously, she stomped her feet immediately: "Things related to the soul are not trivial matters, no wonder the mysterious man wants you to Heal your wounds here."

After all, the three of them knew about the Horcrux.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and he couldn't help but wondered deeply: "Could the mysterious man really be so kind?" Hermione was a little more at ease than him, seeing Harry's hesitant expression, not moving Interrupted sensually: "However, I didn't expect your Animagus to be a flaming lion. It is usually impossible for a wizard to transform into a magical creature."

Hearing this, Noldo was suddenly stunned: "I said that there was a roar in the alchemy device at that time, and I thought it was the Dark Lord fighting with someone-by the way, the ear was very painful from the shock."

"Sorry." Harry was suddenly embarrassed, "I forgot at that time that I couldn't talk."

"You know? We almost thought you were killed by the mysterious man." Ron said in a low voice.Roy nodded approvingly, thought for a while and said, "It looks like we don't have to worry about you anymore, the Dark Lord can't wait to repay this favor."

"What?" Harry didn't know the confrontation between Voldemort and these members of the Order of the Phoenix not long ago, so he couldn't help being a little confused.Ron briefly explained: "We took the initiative to ask to come and visit, and it would be best to bring you back to the Order of the Phoenix."

Apparently these people all thought that Voldemort's kindness was only temporary, and there was a clear distinction between grievances and grievances.

At this moment, the gorgeous double doors were pushed open from the outside, and two Death Eaters walked in, bowing slightly in a polite salute:

"Guys, visiting hours are over."

Harry was a little bit reluctant, but the two friends couldn't help showing their displeasure.Ron also realized that it was impossible to take Harry away from the Death Eaters stronghold - especially when Voldemort was there, which was not the same as saving his father.Looking at the two Death Eaters with a strong see-off smile—maybe they don't smile often, it looks a little stiff, and he can only lead everyone away helplessly.

"The master said that in order for Mr. Potter to have a good rest, the chance to visit him is only once a week."

It was not until a group of young wizards of the Order of the Phoenix were sent to the gate of the manor that one of the Death Eaters spoke politely.

The iron-barred gate closed before their eyes.

After the members of the Order of the Phoenix were sent away, some Death Eaters came to politely ask these therapists to go to the next door to discuss.Harry watched as the room emptied, staring at the door almost expecting a Death Eater to tell him he needed to rest.

Harry's stomach rumbled awkwardly as he muttered to himself.

In the study, Voldemort raised his eyebrows after dealing with the backlog of official duties. The boy's emotions and thoughts from the connection made him twitch his lips. Knowing that the Order of the Phoenix had left, this feeling of sitting dry Immediately it was difficult.

Voldemort spurned his brat-like impatience, and called the house-elf, "Ricky!" With a crack, an elf wearing a Malfoy tea towel appeared in the air fearfully, and screamed:

"What's your order?"

"Prepare lunch."

Harry was moving his body when Voldemort walked into the master bedroom, followed by the sumptuous dining cart propelled by the elf.The sore muscles became a little stronger, and compared to Voldemort, who was walking silently, the first thing he noticed was the charming aroma of food in the air.

The Death Eaters at the door had been removed by Voldemort, Harry blinked and reluctantly looked away from the dining car. "How's the situation outside?"

A playful smile appeared on Voldemort's handsome face: "I thought your friend would tell you." He looked at Harry as he spoke, showing a slightly satisfied expression, "It seems that he is recovering well."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Did you do it on purpose? There's only one hour, just enough for me to explain clearly. There's no time to ask questions."

"You need to rest." Voldemort didn't deny it at all. He took Harry's hand and walked towards the small round table on the other side of the room - Rich had already placed some food on it. "Go down." Voldemort ordered without emotion.

The house-elf immediately relaxed. "As you wish." He bowed quickly and disappeared into the air with a snap.

"Did you scare him?" Harry sat curiously and obediently beside Voldemort, who chuckled lightly and muttered "a lowly creature." Harry didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously asked, "What are you talking about?" ?”

"No, nothing." Voldemort said lazily, picking up a potato stew and roast for the boy. "Death Eater casualties haven't come in yet, and I think so has the Order of the Phoenix. It's going to take a few days for the Vatican to confirm the situation, and your flames are really difficult to deal with." He complained about slicing the barbecue with a knife. , picked up a piece with a fork and handed it to Harry - which made the latter suddenly embarrassed.

"I can eat it myself." Harry protested, his voice gradually weakened under Voldemort's half-smile gaze - he spurned his own flinching in the bottom of his heart, opened his mouth reluctantly, and bit the barbecue off the fork Go down, hard.

"The bite is so tight, I almost can't pull it out, little lion."

Voldemort countered with an ambiguous expression. After Harry regained consciousness with his eyes wide open, he almost jumped up angrily. As soon as his mouth was loosened, Voldemort pulled the fork out. "Voldemort!" Harry's cheeks were flushed with anger, but he yelled indistinctly because of the flesh in his mouth.

Obviously the Dark Lord is very cunning in language, he returned to the topic without changing his expression: "I plan to use public opinion to announce the matter of your recovery here." Harry glared at him, expressing that he had not forgotten the account just now.

"What on earth are you thinking?" he couldn't help asking, picking up his knife and fork. Voldemort smiled, and continued: "The Dark Lord has clear grievances and grievances. I just deepened this impression. Change has to be done step by step."

"Change?" Harry was confused.

Voldemort stopped slicing the meat, looked at the boy's not-so-handsome but youthful cheeks, looked into the emerald green clear and beautiful eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "The things I promised you, What you've been looking forward to, Harry, I'm not so easily persuaded, these changes are only because of you."

Harry's heart trembled, and he tried to tell himself not to be so foolish as to believe that, hey, that was only part of the reason - maybe a smaller part.But Voldemort's words were too gentle and too alluring, which made Harry a little suffocated.

Seeing this, Voldemort softened his voice and smiled even more charmingly:

"That's what I want to express to the outside world."

Gently he picked up the sliced ​​roast with the fork and pressed it against the boy's lips, Harry opened his mouth dazedly, barely knowing what he was eating. "Italy is a nice uncut cake, and that's where I'll draw my attention."

Voldemort chuckled slightly: "Little boy, are you interested in reorganizing the Italian Ministry of Magic with me?"

"I guess that's enough to silence some of the dissenting voices in the Order."

"My boy, you can give the benefits to the wizards you trust, and they will do everything for you."

All Harry's hesitation to speak was gagged by the man with food, and he listened stupidly to Voldemort explaining the distribution of rights in detail.He really wanted to say that the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix would not be easily swayed by this benefit, but Harry also knew that his idea was a bit too good. After the war and the events of Gringotts, Harry had rarely received letters of this kind - not even Howlers.

Harry was keenly aware that everyone still expected peace, even if it looked extremely fragile on the surface.He made a careful calculation, and with the cunning of a man, he would surely slowly count these ostriches with their heads buried in the ground, and then, Harry found to his dismay that no matter what kind of plan Voldemort had, it was probably feasible.

He poked at the baked potatoes on his plate, refusing Voldemort's offer.

Voldemort wasn't angry either, and thoughtfully gave the boy time to digest these unspeakable rules.Breaking the fantasy always has to bear some loss, but in the face of real benefits, how many people will hold ethereal hatred?He smiled silently, maybe there were not many people except his Harry.

Voldemort watched the distressed look of the boy, and unconsciously calmed his gaze.

But his boy, when faced with such interests and hatred, chose him, the unpleasant Dark Lord.

He picked from the dining car, piled the boy's plate with the most desirable food, and to Voldemort's delight, Harry didn't refuse. "What are you going to do with those Italian wizards?" whispered Harry.

Voldemort smiled and said without thinking:

"There still needs to use native Italian wizards. We should be able to win half of the positions in the Ministry of Magic. Given the flaws of Italian wizards in the final battle, this result can be better."

Harry hesitated to push the plate away, he was already full.But there was still a lot of food on it, and Voldemort could see what he was thinking.Putting down the knife and fork: "You just woke up, it's not suitable to eat too much."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately put down his fork too.

Voldemort led the boy downstairs to the back garden where the cutscene had been cleared earlier in the morning.Feeling Harry flexing his little finger nervously trying to break free, he said leisurely: "I let them avoid it." This garden is different from the boulevard, but it is equally tidy, and the air is full of the fragrance of plants and flowers. Walk along a marble slab to a vaulted, beautifully carved terrace.

Neither of them spoke, but Harry felt strangely at peace.

Climbing up the marble steps and crossing the hollow porch, the wind here suddenly picked up.Harry squinted his eyes, and was amazed to see the orderly and unrestrained sea of ​​flowers outside through the large window with the same hollowness on the opposite side.The rich and sweet fragrance is like a lover's kiss, which makes people's heart beat.

Voldemort sat down, took Harry's hand, pulled the boy slightly on his lap, and hugged him into his arms.

"Is it nice?" he said softly.

Harry nodded subconsciously, then felt a little awkward in this position, and moved uncomfortably: "I don't even know what they are called."

"that's not important."

Voldemort chuckled, "The Voldemort manor is under planning, if you like it, I'll let them join it."

"Really?" Harry looked at him in surprise, meeting Voldemort's smiling obsidian eyes, whose tone was palpably pleased.

"Louis is the chief saint of Germany and the heir of an ancient magic family. He is good at building perfect magic manors." He leaned closer and kissed Harry on the corner of his mouth. "This is one of the prices for destroying blood." The voice became vague - Voldemort gently licked the boy's petal-like lips, quite restrained.Their breaths merged, and Harry's heart beat so fast that he could almost hear the blood rushing to his stomach.

He tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue to respond, Voldemort's movements froze, and the next second Harry felt the arms around his waist suddenly tightened, one hand stroked the back of his head, his fingertips penetrated into the disobedient hair, rubbing hard Deepen the kiss.

For a long time, both of them were a little out of breath.

"Looks like we can have a real family now." Harry was distracted to hear Voldemort touch each other's lips softly, almost whispering - that wasn't the usual teasing, disdainful tone that men were used to.

Harry could hear the anticipation that made his heart tremble.