Doomed to be an enemy

The triumphant return of the wizarding army made the entire magic world boil.The Daily Prophet spends a lot of space describing the shortest, largest and most fruitful raid.They interviewed many wizards who participated in the war, and they also paid attention to the compensation situation of the victims-people always care about their own interests. Admired, they are more looking at the Ministry of Magic's post-war arrangements.

Obviously, this battle was too beautiful, and it was almost certainly a heavy stroke in the history of magic.After obtaining Harry's consent, Hermione decisively arranged for a wizard in the Order of the Phoenix who had studied the history of magic to create a narrative book from the perspective of the Order of the Phoenix with rigorous and objective writing.

——"Bloody Dawn of the New Century"

Many war arrangements unknown to the outside world are disclosed in this book.For a while, its sales volume almost made the salesperson of Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley laugh from ear to ear.Hermione's actions were extremely quick, and by the time the Death Eaters realized all this, the public had already recognized the book and won great respect and prestige for the Order of the Phoenix.

Barty Crouch Jr. was a little depressed about this. Before Voldemort asked, he took the initiative to find Hermione Granger, a witch of the Order of the Phoenix, and talked about cooperation.

"For "Bloody Dawn of the New Century", I appreciate that the Order of the Phoenix did not distort the facts, but since this war is the result of cooperation between the two parties, is it possible to cooperate in this regard?" There's always a little bit of vigilance, and Hermione is more sensible.

"Thank you for the compliment," she said.

Hermione vaguely expected the arrival of the Death Eaters, but this time it was the Order of the Phoenix who took the initiative:

"How do you want to cooperate?"

Barty Crouch Jr. is also quite aware that the Death Eaters are at a disadvantage in this matter, and he simply pointed out: "The content of the second book is taken care of by the Death Eaters, and the title of the book still uses 'Bloody Dawn of the New Century'. "

"Mr. Crouch seems quite sincere." Hermione received the Death Eater in an empty room in the LeMay Manor. The Order of the Phoenix's territory and the current advantages made her not in a hurry.Although this witch does not belong to any seat of real power, she is in charge of all internal affairs of the Order of the Phoenix.

Barty Crouch Jr. did not have the illusion of success without paying anything. He smiled and expressed the "sincerity" of the Death Eaters:

"For the content of the second book, the Death Eaters invited the Order of the Phoenix to participate in the review and proofreading, and it will be published jointly by both parties." "I heard that Miss Granger was interested in the position of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and the Death Eaters are willing to arrange for it. How about the head of the Wizengamot management office?"

Hermione was taken aback by the generosity of the Death Eaters.The Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world, and she knows it well—this department is almost the most sought-after place of the entire Department of Law Enforcement.Because the Wizengamot Management Office is also known as the Wizengamot Alternate Zone, the wizards who enter will be replaced by direct internal elections when the Wizengamot unexpectedly lacks fifteen seats.

But soon she figured out Barty Crouch Jr.'s intentions, this was the bait specially prepared for her.Hermione wouldn't be fooled: "It's up to Harry to decide who to fill this position in the Order of the Phoenix."

"Deal." Barty Crouch Jr. showed a relaxed smile.

As Hermione said, the Order of the Phoenix has opened up the way, and the sales of the second "Bloody Dawn of the New Age" are as good as ever-even if the signature on it is from the Death Eater camp.For the first book to be rigorous, it is necessary to abandon some unfounded and conjectural things. The second book written by the Death Eaters just made up for this defect. Yayu's book of the Order of the Phoenix - which even confessed that the Dark Lord was unluckily taken to Italy by the vampire elders, and announced that he had started his plans for the kinkilling potion and blood septic potion very early.Although there was an accident in the end, in the end it was the Dark Lord and the leader of the Order of the Phoenix who eliminated the source of the vampires and never had future troubles.

The public satisfied their curiosity. Apart from the deeper fear of the Dark Lord, the change in their views on the Death Eaters was not at 01:30.The wizards who had read these two books couldn't help laughing: "I don't know how the mysterious man will repay Mr. Potter's life-saving grace."

Yes, life saving grace.

Although there is no mention of a word in the second book, combined with the content of the first book, no one can deny that if the leader of the Order of the Phoenix insisted on attacking Italy when the Dark Lord disappeared, I am afraid the result would be difficult to say.

At this time, the two camps announced successively that the leader of the Order of the Phoenix was left in Malfoy Manor by the Dark Lord to recover from his injuries, which seemed less sharp and abrupt-all the senior executives of the Order of the Phoenix were relieved by this, and they kept it from Haha It is hard enough not to let the lower level know about benefiting the wounded, and to be secretly busy working with the Death Eaters to reorganize the Italian Ministry of Magic.

Immediately afterwards, it was revealed that the Death Eaters visited Saint-Germont for the first time after returning to China, and the people muttered a few words about it. When they heard that members of the Order of the Phoenix would visit Mr. Potter regularly, they were not so worried.After reading the book "Bloody Dawn of the New Century" published by the Order of the Phoenix, many sent Harry a lot of letters and gifts expressing condolence and gratitude—and there were some courtships among them. Mercilessly burned it with his wand, without giving Harry a chance to read what was inside.

Occasionally Harry would respond to a few letters.But most of the time Voldemort didn't allow him to work hard.Voldemort even told him about the reorganization of the Italian Ministry of Magic. Harry put forward his opinion and asked the owl to send it to the Order of the Phoenix by voice mail.

The afternoon sun makes people lazy.The room smelled of parchment and ink.At the far end of the room was a table full of scrolls of parchment and various papers, newspapers and stacks of letters, and books piled together.

Voldemort had moved all his business to the master bedroom.Usually when Harry was resting in bed, he would hurry up and get these things sorted out. The Death Eaters who came to report all consciously used the Silencing Charm. They didn't want to be thrown out the door by Voldemort throwing a dozen Cruciatus Curses—the last one Who is the unlucky one?

When Harry opened his eyes, he heard the sound of Voldemort's regular breathing - he was held in the arms of the man.The silk pajamas couldn't stay still, and fell apart as soon as he fell asleep. Harry stared at Voldemort's heaving chest, and stretched out his fingers to touch it—the warmth flowed from his fingertips. Harry never thought that the other party would be so warm one day, It is no longer the kind of cold that even disappears body temperature.

Voldemort closed his eyes, and the expression on his handsome face was still very indifferent. Harry noticed the tiredness on the man's brows - usually when he looked at him like this, the other party had woken up long ago, and he looked really tired.The drowsy warmth of the noon made him yawn, and a sense of drowsiness surged over him. Harry suddenly heard in a daze that his fingers touched the man's chest just now, and it felt quite good.

Voldemort opened his black eyes helplessly, grabbed the boy's hand that was scrambling on his chest and slid into his waist, feeling that he was about to be teased by the boy.

"Voldemort?"

Harry grunted something like a soft feather over his heart.

The Dark Lord is not someone who wrongs him. Under the blanket, Voldemort supported the boy's relaxed back, and turned over silently on top of him, staring at the boy's undefended silk pajamas that were also spread out. Voldemort's obsidian-like eyes suddenly darkened. Get dangerous.

"Harry..."

His lips opened and closed silently, and a sigh-like whisper escaped from his throat. Voldemort lowered his head and lightly bit the boy's petal-like lips, and inserted his tongue into the boy's undefended mouth through the gap, "Hmm..." Harry wanted to protest dazedly, but was sucked cunningly. He held the tip of his tongue, and the soft, tingling feeling made his breathing slowly and quickly, and he was still struggling to enter the dark and sweet dreamland...

Amidst the ambiguous sound of water, Voldemort could hardly hold back Harry's rare unresisting meekness, he stopped the kiss that was getting deeper and deeper and out of control in time, and instead gently sucked the boy's lips.Grab the soft hand of the other person and put it on the lower abdomen to soothe the hard and painful place. Voldemort squinted his obsidian-like eyes, and the boy's hands were not soft, and even calloused, which made Voldemort unable to hold the boy's forehead and groan.

It had been too long since he had touched Harry.The life of abstinence is not very pleasant, but I think of the group of therapists of Saint-Germont who check up the boys every day.Even though Voldemort wanted to enter the boy's alluring body, he had to hold back.

No matter how clean the magic is, detecting spells can reveal traces.

Voldemort was well aware of this.He raised his head slightly, his quick breath brushed over the boy's cheek, staring at the boy's sleeping cheek, his eyes fell on the other's lips that were kissed brightly red, recalling the boy's mouth when he relieved him. The maddening heat, and the jerky tongue—

Voldemort closed his eyes angrily, but he held the boy's left hand, and the hot sticky liquid between his fingers would not disappear.He bit the boy's cheek resentfully, and hastily magically removed the humiliating mark.When it was the boy's turn, Voldemort looked at it for a while, and then reluctantly stroked it with his fingertips. Harry's rosy and attractive color immediately became normal after being kissed.

"Harry, you should take your medicine." After being in a daze for a while, Voldemort's lazy voice woke up the sleeping boy.Harry's eyelids moved, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, and he subconsciously said, "No, you feed me." When the meaning of this mutter was slowly transmitted to his brain, Harry woke up almost immediately, He opened his emerald green eyes and blinked vigorously, looked up at Voldemort with some embarrassment, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a playful smile.

"You want me to feed you..."

he said meaningfully.Harry's face turned red, the pajamas on his thighs had already slipped down, they were almost stuck together, the scorching heat made his thighs a little numb - the other party was not wearing anything under his pajamas ——This made Harry's cheeks steam, and was stimulated by the man's dangerous tone, he quickly shook his head: "No need."

"That's a pity." Voldemort didn't insist on calling a glass bottle from the bedside table. Voldemort let go of him, and raised the corners of his lips: "Are you sure you want to drink it yourself?" Harry heaved a sigh of relief, sat up and reached out to take it. :"Yes."

Voldemort held the boy's hand, raised the bottle in his hand and tilted it slightly, the blue liquid of the potion was about to slip into the boy's palm.Harry subconsciously withdrew his hand, stared at the smiling Voldemort, his teeth gritted, "You didn't ask me to drink like this, did you?"

"It's you who insists on 'yourself' drinking." He said softly.

Harry really wanted to punch the man's ambiguous and complacent smile, so he said angrily, "Then feed me."

"My pleasure," said Voldemort slyly.The smiling black eyes fixedly stared at the boy, and slowly drank the potion from the bottle into his mouth.It was obviously a very common thing, Harry's heart skipped a beat, and when the man leaned over very oppressively, the anger of being teased had dissipated long ago. The smile on Voldemort's handsome face was extremely seductive, Harry felt his throat was thirsty, he couldn't help but slid his eyes to the man's lips that were moist from drinking the potion, as if he was bewitched, he forgot his instinctive vigilance, and didn't back away .

Voldemort lifted the boy's chin and lowered his head to kiss the lips that were still tasting just now.

"Hmm—" The potion flowed into the throat with a man's breath, but it was like the most powerful love potion, Harry could almost hear his heart beating rapidly, the potion was not delicious, but at this moment Harry But as if being tempted, she reached out and hugged the man's neck, actively deepening the kiss to ask for more.

Voldemort lifted the pajamas hanging from the boy's body, and stroked the smooth and beautiful muscles, gently and without leaving any trace.

After a long while, they parted slightly panting, stared at by the boy's emerald green eyes, Voldemort cursed in his heart, and stretched out his hand to touch the boy's glowing red cheek:

"I can't touch you, Harry, they'll find out," he whispered hoarsely.

The man's scorching hot spot was still aggressively sticking to the boy's lower abdomen, which made Harry a little dumbfounded. When he came back to his senses, Voldemort had already let him go, and he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom as if he was not emotional. go.

There was a sour touch in Harry's heart.

During this time, no matter how busy Voldemort was, he would set aside time to accompany him to eat and take a nap.He also moved all his business affairs to this bedroom, as if Harry could see the figure of the man whenever he opened his eyes, except for business affairs, when they talked, they should not give in, Voldemort almost put him in the bedroom. Love in the palm of your hand.

When Voldemort changed into his bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom with cold drops on his body, Harry was already asleep on the bed.This made him stop, frowning slightly.The boy has become very lethargic recently. This kind of instinctive sleep can promote the self-healing of the soul, but Voldemort is keenly aware that Harry's sleep time is getting longer, from one hour to two hours, and now he doesn't sleep After three hours, the boy always looks listless.

Voldemort didn't think this was a good sign, he narrowed his beautiful and dangerous obsidian eyes, changed into a robe and went out to summon Harry's attending physician. "I thought he was getting better, Atwood." Voldemort stared at the oldest man with a cold gaze, and the therapist wiped his cold sweat, but he didn't seem very panicked.

"I did find something unusual, but I haven't been sure yet."

Atwood shuddered as the Dark Lord's icy dark magic approached silently with his men.

"Say." Voldemort said softly.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Atwood's expression: "I suspect that Mr. Potter's soul trauma was only relieved in the first half a month, but it didn't improve after that, but gradually became serious."

Deep puzzlement appeared in the eyes of this veteran therapist:

"It was also at that time that Mr. Potter began to lethargy. Many times when we tested him with spells, he almost fell asleep, but since Mr. Potter's magic power has stabilized, I'm not sure, after all There is no spell that can directly detect the injury of the soul."

Voldemort listened calmly, his grip on his wand was already a little tight. "I see, you go down." He spit out this sentence softly.The temperature in the room was already so cold that people could breathe white air, Atwood hurriedly bowed and saluted and hurriedly exited the room. Voldemort watched this scene with black eyes, slowly raised his palm, and his eyes fell on the clean and white palm.

Only he himself knew that in this incomparably cold darkness, his body was warm.The malice in the darkness itself cannot be corroded, nor can it corrode the will, even this extremely powerful force is like bending one's arms. Voldemort chuckled suddenly and emotionlessly, laughing at his own stupidity.

"How can you think it costs nothing?"

In the quiet room, Voldemort's unwavering voice was inaudible.