Doomed to be an enemy

Time soon entered August.

Voldemort had specially prepared robes for Harry to change into seasons, and the fire in the fireplace had the house-elfs lighting them up in advance sooner or later.But the boy's food intake is still gradually decreasing, and he is always tired easily.

Harry was sitting on the window sill, from which he could condescendingly see that the sea of ​​flowers in the distance was still bright and beautiful. Obviously, this was a variety that had been carefully and magically maintained.The harsh sunlight made Harry pinch the bridge of his nose. The air was very cold in the morning, and he wore a dark red cloak over his pajamas, which made him very warm.

Harry withdrew his gaze with some disappointment. He hadn't gone out for two days, and since he proposed to ride a Firebolt three days ago and was severely stopped by Voldemort, he was a little unhappy.

Do you think he is a fool?

It's not that Harry doesn't know that it's not normal for him to become sleepy.He found himself feeling profoundly tired every once in a while, suddenly.Harry had a vague feeling that the symptoms didn't seem to be getting better.He just kind of misses the feeling of flying in the sky.

Voldemort deliberately slowed down the progress of Italy, and handed over to him many things that the Order of the Phoenix was responsible for.Harry knew it was for himself to pass the time, but it was really business - and it did ease his unease.

In fact, Voldemort had been going out for several days, and hadn't been seen for a long time.Harry's lethargy, too, had its ups and downs.That evening, when Harry woke up lying on Voldemort's desk, he realized something was wrong.He quickly grabbed his wand from his inner pocket and pointed to the open space in front of the fireplace—

It was facing a high-raised triangular head.

Stimulated by the thick and majestic oppression of magic power, the piebald venomous snake with the thickness of an adult's arm opened its mouth threateningly, revealing its fangs and snake letter, and its vertical pupils without eyelids stared at the vigilant Harry:

"Put down your wand, little wizard!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound slipped into his ears, and Harry froze, remembering the familiar poisonous snake, which he had seen in Voldemort's mind. "Are you Nagini?" He lowered his voice and slowly lowered his wand.

The poisonous snake also gradually retracted its fangs and closed its mouth: "Yes, my name is Nagini." The voice was hoarse and thin, "I know you." Nagini moved his body and rolled into another comfortable "You are his favorite wizard, I will not bite you, and you are not allowed to attack me."

Harry hesitated: "Are you male?"

Nagini stared at him, shaking his head, and said slowly, "I can have babies." "Sorry." Harry said awkwardly, "Ma'am," he added in Parseltongue.Nagini agreed absently, staring down at the tip of his tail.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Voldemort came back from the outside. When he entered the bedroom, he found the boy he liked sitting on the bed and flipping through the newspaper. A large pile of parchment rolls were scattered on the bed sheet, and his quilt was covered with a blanket. He kicked pitifully to a corner and wrinkled into a ball, the ink bottle was placed on top of a book, and he saw fluff from quill pens scattered on the bed sheet not far away.

"Why don't you just sit on the chair and watch?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows high, this was the first time his boy was so energetic.Harry snorted coldly, not wanting to answer him at all. Voldemort was wondering, when he caught a glimpse of Nagini strutting on his desk from the corner of his eye, he got a little understanding.

"Nagini, come down." Voldemort said softly. He had told Nagini to stay with the boy, but it seemed that the two of them would be fine if they didn't fight.

"You're back."

Nagini obediently climbed off the table and swam up from the carpet to the man, with joy in his voice, "I didn't let him touch your table, I remember you hate sneaky people the most." Harry took a deep breath In a calm tone, tell yourself not to argue with the snake.

"But he cheated with magic..." Nagini lowered his head, "If you don't let me bite him, I can't help you keep those papers."

"That's my file!" Harry gritted his teeth angrily.

"That's not yours," Nagini hissed impatiently. "Don't bully me for not being able to read. It's the master's handwriting."

"Nagini." Voldemort helplessly interrupted the quarrel between the two of them, his Parseltongue was soft and hoarse, but it carried a chill, "Harry can read all the documents on the table from now on, by the way, I just saw your little lamb ready."

The viper proudly raised its head and shook it: "Okay, then I won't disturb your rest." She nimbly slipped out through the crack of the door.

"In the future?" Harry smirked at the man.

"I'm really honored."

Voldemort chuckled, slowly walked around the venom-corroded carpet on the ground, came to the bedside and took the reluctant boy into his arms: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No." Harry said stiffly.

The smile on Voldemort's handsome face deepened, and he kissed the boy's angry cheek: "Do you want to try Italian dishes?" He said softly, "I didn't have dinner either, would you like to come with me, little boy?"

Harry couldn't sit still: "Didn't you have dinner?" Voldemort accepted the boy's scrutiny and nodded calmly, "I just came back from the Italian Ministry of Magic, and there are local wizards who opened a nice restaurant there. Restaurant."

Harry wanted to nod, but hesitated a little: "But, can we go together?"

Of course Voldemort knew what the boy's concerns were.

For a moment, his heart seemed to be soaked in vinegar. How could the child he admired and held in the palm of his hand need to be so careful?

"Yes, I promise." Voldemort said softly.

The Vatican City has been burned to ruins. It is said that the violent flame burned for nine days and nine nights before it was extinguished.There was no trace of black magic in the air.The Italian Ministry of Magic is right in the center of Rome.Any of the mirrors in the City Hall can access the junction of the Ministry of Magic, which is sort of like Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Voldemort led Harry to cast a spell through the mirror, and when they came to a place that was exactly the same as the building outside, Harry saw a Ministry of Magic that was different from the UK.The buildings here are very old and beautiful, and the city hall square is just outside the window, unlike the dark underground building in the UK.

"Master." A Death Eater hurried over to salute.

The wizards who were still busy in the middle of the night almost stood up collectively.An Italian wizard trotted up to Harry, said a few words quickly, and held out his palm.Harry didn't understand a word, and he was a little dazed, but he could still see the friendliness of the other party's handshake.Reaching out his hand subconsciously, he didn't expect Voldemort to flick his bone-colored wand lightly, and the wizard from the Italian Ministry of Magic staggered back and slammed into the bookcase with a bang.

"He was just saying that he wanted you to stay in Italy as the Minister of Magic." Voldemort explained to the surprised Harry.Those black eyes looked at the Italian wizard who dared to trick Harry with no emotion:

"The Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix have already reached an agreement on this matter. Potter doesn't understand Italian. I think at least you need an interpreter." Voldemort spoke Italian with a polite tone, but the suffocating darkness The oppression of power is not very comfortable.

For a moment, the wizards on the entire floor were silent.

Voldemort sneered silently: "Gibbon, take Mr. Potter and me to the underground street." He didn't give Harry a chance to speak during the whole process. "Master, please follow me." The Death Eater who was the first to run over to salute led them through the corridor and down the wide marble spiral staircase. Harry found that they had come to a wide indoor square, with a The streets are neatly lined up, and most of the shops are darkly lit.

Only two or three are open. Voldemort waved off the Death Eaters, and led the curious Harry into one of the largest restaurants. The bored restaurant owner immediately stood up when he saw them, and saluted Voldemort:

"Still going to your exclusive box?"

"Yes." Voldemort nodded slightly, and the Italian personally led them to the second floor.The gorgeous golden candlesticks in the box ignited by themselves, and under the warm light, they sat on both sides of the dining table. Voldemort motioned for Harry to order as the Death Eaters brought the menu.So the Death Eater brought the menu to Harry again.

"Mr. Potter, please order."

Harry opened his mouth. He had never eaten Italian food—or rather, he had never been to such an upscale-looking place.Fortunately, it is in English as well as Italian.When he came here, Voldemort had introduced him to the dining process here.Harry picked up the quill on the tray, and ticked off a few dishes on the menu that he could imagine from the names.

When Harry put down the quill, Voldemort said softly, "I'm still the same."

"Okay, master."

The Death Eaters backed out, closing the box door behind them.

"You didn't just come to take me to dinner, did you?" Harry couldn't help but said, "What did you do to make wizards in Italy fear you so much?"

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and smiled lazily: "Don't trust these politicians. They are dissatisfied with British wizards meddling in the internal affairs of the Italian Ministry of Magic, and want to use your hands to eliminate my influence. If the Death Eaters move their hands, they will I want to contact you in a hurry."

Soon, the dishes came up.Apparently no one dared to delay.Mulled wine with Italian touches, mixed platter with carpaccio, honeydew melon ham, tomato bruschetta, cheese.The main course is spaghetti, Roman veal, roast lamb chops. Voldemort didn't like dessert, so Harry ordered some, but unfortunately he couldn't eat any more in the end.Digestive wine was pushed aside after only two sips.

The evening wind in Italy carried a bone-chilling coolness. After they came out from another door, Harry found in a daze that they were standing on a street with a dirty alley behind them, and the ruins of the Vatican not far away. "The underground plaza is only open to the Italian Ministry of Magic." Voldemort explained softly, "Each store has an exit."

Harry didn't feel cold at all after drinking, but Voldemort still summoned a cloak from the thin air and handed it to the boy, "I'm not cold." Harry hugged him in his arms and shook his head. Voldemort raised his eyebrows, playfully stretched out his fingers to touch the boy's flushed cheeks, and smiled charmingly: "Put it on."

Those obsidian-like eyes were more intoxicating than the night sky, and Harry felt bewitched, "Aren't you going back?" When he recovered, the cloak was already on him. A satisfied expression appeared on Voldemort's handsome face.

"Let's take a walk around the neighborhood first," he said.

He took the boy's hand and walked slowly in the ruined city of the Vatican.Finally stopped in the park.This place was originally a habitat for black bats, but now all the trees are dead, and the soil is black and smelly. Voldemort waved his wand, and the ground suddenly surged like boiling water, and after a while, fourteen sarcophagi were arched up from the ground by the mud.

"This is..." Harry's emerald green eyes, which were dimmed due to a little alcohol, suddenly woke up, staring sharply at these sarcophagi, thinking of the thirteen elders of the blood clan that have been appearing in the file, and the only one in the secret history. The No.14 elders mentioned.

Voldemort confirmed his guess. "The elder of the blood clan died from the kinkilling potion in your hand, Clyde died in the hands of the demon Ambusias, and the rest of the sleeping elders of the blood clan were still hidden," he spread his arms, and the fourteen sarcophagus lids were lifted. It flew out with a bang, and smashed several dead trees heavily. "It didn't fall until not long ago."

Voldemort said softly.

Harry had already drawn out his wand warily.

"The file records that these blood races should have been sealed by the Holy See very early." Voldemort took out a crystal bottle from his pocket, and the blood-red potion radiated an ominous light in the night.

Harry recognized it as the kinicide potion.

"I think there will be two of them empty."

Voldemort slowly approached the sarcophagus, condescendingly staring at the shriveled vampire inside like a mummy, and silently dripped the potion on its face, before Harry got close, he heard the sound of corrosion, followed by the second, the third three...

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and unhurriedly consumed the entire bottle of kinkiller potion.

Harry didn't know if there were still vampires in the wizarding world today. Even if there were, they would all disappear today under the domineering effect of this kinkilling potion. Voldemort simply threw away the bottle and waved his yew wand. He didn't show satisfaction until the only remaining sarcophagus slowly melted and turned into ugly lumps of stone that slowly sank into the soil.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, at least no blood elder would pop up again and bring more disasters.

When he was apparated in Voldemort's arms, sleepiness had already struck swiftly. Harry leaned against the man's chest before he even had time to yawn, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Malfoy Manor.

Putting the boy gently on the bed and covering him with the quilt, Voldemort sat on the edge of the bed and watched Harry silently, the smile in those black eyes that made Harry's heart thump has subsided.

Taking the boy to Italy today to deal with Bloodline's tail, Voldemort deliberately tried to recall his irrational emotions when he cast a deep black magic curse - those stones that sank back into the ground may never be found.

His Harry, sure enough, was sleepy shortly after that.

He must make these damned extra dark forces his own as soon as possible. An unspeakable rage rose in Voldemort's heart.Those obsidian-like eyes instantly became deep and terrifying. He had already realized that the boy's vow was completely one-way, and this kind of wishful thinking protection was putting a great burden on Harry's soul.

"Nagini..." Voldemort murmured as he looked at the piebald viper that was silently coiling around his feet.

"what happened to you?"

"I want to get back what I left with you."