Doomed to be an enemy

This time Harry slept until noon the next day.It was only in the next few days that he gradually regained his energy. After the official duties were over for a while, Harry couldn't help but take out the birthday present from Voldemort from under his pillow.

A travelogue written by the Dark Lord when he was young.

The cover is old and the photos inside are all black and white.But Harry still likes it very much, because there is a small frame drawn on each page near the spine, and a black scaled snake is climbing on the withered branch inside, spitting out the letter lazily - that's the same as a man. The image of Nimagus is exactly the same.

"You haven't read a book for several days." The snake accused him.

"Sorry, but I haven't forgotten." Harry turned the page to the place where he saw it last time, and the branches in the picture frame were different-Harry guessed that all the pictures should be a small garden when put together, because it didn't take long , the head of the Black Scaled Snake protruded from the edge of the frame on this page, staring at him with black vertical pupils.

"Do you want me to explain it to you?"

It hissed, and Harry ran his fingers reassuringly at its smooth, cool scales on the portrait: "Thank you, I'll see for myself." Even now Harry was amazed by the little snake. Voldemort's explanation was that he magically copied the memories related to his travels to this portrait, which was specially used to clarify Harry's doubts.

The records here are not interesting. It seems that Voldemort was more fully experiencing the practice of magic at that time. Occasionally, there will be one or two photos between the text, some are old, and some are new.At that time, Voldemort was not as powerful as he is now, and Harry could imagine a young man who was more mature than Tom Riddle walking alone in remote and dangerous places, and would take people away from those places after careful planning. A jealous harvest.

Of course, this is not without danger.

"Have you ever been chased by two sphinxes?"

Harry couldn't help laughing when he saw this.The Black Scaled Snake curled its tail unhappily: "Oh, that's not me—those two cunning guys told riddles together, and he couldn't answer two riddles with one answer, so he could only run away."

Of course, it turned out that Voldemort had found a way to kill the creature other than making it kill itself.There is no danger in the text, but Harry can imagine how embarrassed the young man of his own age who was exploring alone would be.

Harry's heart was a little touched, and he remembered that Professor Dumbledore said that Voldemort's later powerful strength was slowly transformed after undergoing many dangerous transformations—perhaps this also included the use of alchemy to obtain dark magic power.Harry suddenly missed Voldemort very much, he missed him.Thus, the empty house seemed unbearable in the blink of an eye.

"Ricky—"

There was a crackling sound, and the elf appeared in the air.Harry put the travel notes in his pocket: "Where is Voldemort now?" The elf widened his eyes and bowed tremblingly to him, his expression full of fear.

Harry couldn't help asking again, and he answered in a shrill voice reluctantly: "The gentleman went to the basement early in the morning."

The dark marble corridor was extremely cold and damp, and there was a sense of coolness.Harry asked the house elves about it, and Voldemort was the only one in the basement at this time, so he decided.Now looking at this dark underground corridor that was not even illuminated by torches, Harry's scalp felt a little numb.

His grip on the wand tightened.Merlin knew why the Malfoys had built such an unpleasant place.

"Nagini..."

Voldemort's staccato Parseltongue came from a door at the end of the corridor, echoing in this gloomy corridor, making it even more terrifying.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, put away his wand, took out the travel book from his pocket, and walked over there quickly.Across the door and corridor, Voldemort's cold voice was somewhat distorted:

"how do you feel?"

Harry couldn't help but stop, it seemed that Voldemort was busy, he was a little hesitant to disturb him.In the silence, Harry felt his heart beating so deafeningly in his chest, and then he heard Nagini hiss and complain:

"I don't feel anything has changed."

"It was repelled as soon as it got close. You have tried several times."

"It seems that this method won't work." Voldemort murmured, a spark of curiosity burst out in Harry's heart, but he could hear that the man was not in a very good mood.Just as he was hesitating whether to go in, he heard Nagini's hiss slipping past the door: "You are already strong, master, I have never seen you so eager."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and after a long time, Voldemort said indifferently: "It was my negligence, this power of the devil is not completely under my control, it listens to me now, partly because my magic power is greater than Most wizards are powerful, plus Harry's oath and soul protection."

"You made me dizzy."

Nagini couldn't seem to understand the complex phrase: "That little wizard protected you so you can use it?"

"Simply put, yes."

Voldemort's tone gradually became a little angry, "Now, everything that should be borne by me is weighing on Harry's soul, so that every time I use too much black magic, Harry will sleep for several days—"

"Then he is really useless."

"Nagini." Voldemort warned sternly.

"Okay, okay, you like him, I know." Nagini whispered dissatisfied and perfunctory.It took Voldemort a while to ease his tone: "Harry has a complete soul and the willpower to resist the Imperius Curse, but he still cannot completely resist the erosion brought by this power, which is enough to show how powerful it is."

"You've already taken back several, isn't that all right?"

"Nagini," Voldemort said softly, "I think I need a whole soul."

Standing outside the door, emerald green eyes stared absently at the wood grain on the door.

So this is the reason for my drowsiness?

No, no, Harry shook his head vigorously, now is not the time to worry about this, his face gradually turned pale as he came to his senses, no one knew what was going on with Voldemort's soul better than Harry, then Of the seven Horcruxes two have been destroyed - the journal and the ring.In other words, if Voldemort wanted to restore his complete soul, it was completely impossible to rely solely on Horcruxes.

The house suddenly fell silent.

This made Harry a little uneasy, and he moved his fingers, trying to push the door in, but before he could do it, the door opened inward.Damp and torchlight poured through the crack in the door, and Harry squinted unconsciously.

"Harry."

A warmth in his heart and lungs touched his skin from the air, helping him dispel the cold.Harry blinked, adjusted to the light, and saw Voldemort's tall, slender figure standing at the door, staring at him with raised eyebrows, his expression unexpectedly peaceful in the firelight.

"I just wanted to find you..."

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain. Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and silently let the door open: "Come in, little boy." Noticing that Harry was still holding the book he gave him in his arms, he asked softly, "Is there any question that Alotta can't answer?" Is it?"

"No, he's fine," Harry said as he walked in.

The room was not small, and among the scattered chairs, only one was clean, on which was a buttoned book.The corners are full of debris.Sixteen torches illuminated the room quite brightly.In front of the burning fireplace was a blanket with holes in it.Harry looked around but couldn't see Nagini.

"She walked out of the pipe." Voldemort seemed to know what he was thinking, they came to the clean chair, Voldemort tapped the chair next to him lightly with his fingertips, and the dust on it disappeared, The whole chair is like new.

"What's the matter, my boy, in such a hurry to find me?"

After they sat down, the books on the chairs were thrown aside by Voldemort. "That doesn't matter." Harry shook his head, "I overheard your conversation outside the door." His emerald green eyes looked straight into Voldemort's deep, beautiful black eyes in the firelight.

"If I didn't meet you today, when are you going to tell me about it?"

Voldemort looked into the boy's angry and worried eyes, and said softly, "You found out faster than I thought, and I didn't intend to hide it from you." "I wanted to find a way to stop the erosion of the dark power first."

"I don't mean that."

Harry couldn't help asking, "When are you going to take back the Horcrux?"

"There's no rush." ​​Voldemort put his hand on the armrest of the chair, and stared at the boy he liked with a calm expression, "Even if you get it back, it won't help much, I think, you need to study deeper soul magic to find it." The way to fix it. After all..." His obsidian-like eyes flashed a trace of helplessness, "I didn't find the ring, according to the information, I guess Albus Dumbledore destroyed it, and the notebook..."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, looking at the boy who was a little restless because of these words, and said slowly, "I think you know best, don't you?"

"I apologize to you."

Harry shook his head, "But I don't regret it at all."

An inexplicable smile curled up on the corner of Voldemort's lips, and he didn't blame the boy for his rudeness: "I have to say that I understand quite well. When I was young, I did have some—" He thought about a word, "Frivolous. The kind that doesn't care about consequences, I Guess he was still obsessed with the Chamber of Secrets, so that he was eliminated in the end."

Harry didn't feel relaxed at all, his emerald green eyes looked at the man who was still calm and collected.

"So, how do you deal with the two soul pieces that disappeared?"

"Souls have self-healing properties, but I'm not sure whether the separated Horcruxes also have this property." Voldemort's tone seemed thoughtful, "If possible, I would like to cultivate this part of Nagini's body."

"Is she your Horcrux too?" Harry was taken aback.

Voldemort nodded, it looked like the boy hadn't gotten the information yet - he was actually rather relieved about it.Then he heard Harry ask, "What about this piece of soul on my body? Aren't you going to take it back?" Voldemort narrowed his black eyes and said calmly, "In the end, it's just a soul that was separated by accident. slice, I think it should be a small portion."

"I still prefer to cultivate soul power." He said softly, "This is a field I have never set foot in, and I am not sure. Harry, this is like taking out the soul tablet in your body. When I made the soul When I got the weapon, I never thought about taking it back."

He raised his hand over the armrest, and gently held the boy's cold hand on his knee with his slender fingertips.

As Voldemort said, at that time he was so obsessed with immortality that now... Voldemort stared at Harry's pensive face, in fact he didn't intend to use the soul tablet in the boy at all - who knew that would happen What's the matter?

Moreover, he really believed that that little soul fragment would not play a decisive role.

"I can help you."

After thinking for a while, Harry raised his head and said, "The LeMay Manor has a large collection of books. If you borrow all the books related to the soul, you will definitely find something."

The subject was too difficult, and Voldemort didn't really expect Harry to be of help, he could keenly sense the uneasiness hidden in the boy's emerald green eyes - even though Harry hid it well, he could still observe it.

Voldemort showed a charming smile at the boy, his obsidian-like beautiful eyes focused on Harry, silently raised their overlapping hands, and kissed lightly on the boy who found him. On the fingertips that the movement wants to retract.

"I'll take you home." He said softly.

Harry thought the man was talking about sending him back to his bedroom.However, when they stood on the open lawn outside LeMay Manor, there was a deafening and sharp whistling sound in the air.Harry hadn't recovered yet. Voldemort raised his eyebrows, raised his bone-colored wand slightly, and with a graceful wave, saw the Screaming Curse come to an abrupt end.

He adjusted the boy's robe slowly, and Harry couldn't help but said, "You sent me back just like that?" "Of course not." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his eyes gliding over the boy's slightly parted lips. However, he couldn't taste it with his heart - he had already seen the members of the Order of the Phoenix in the manor who were facing an enemy. It took only a moment for the entire defense system to light up, and then a group of wizards came out from the gate.

"I'll pick you up at night." Voldemort evoked a decent smirk, "Don't make me wait too long."

When the members of the Order of the Phoenix rushed over, he had already let go of Harry, and the huge magic power like the sea seemed to cast a large stasis spell on the air—making it difficult to breathe, and the ensuing It is an extremely powerful coercion, blowing people's robes and sleeves like a strong wind.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix were already very close to them, but they were oppressed by the strong magic power so that they couldn't take a step closer—they looked at each other in astonishment.

"Mark my words, my boy."

Voldemort glanced at them emotionlessly before apparating silently. "Mr. Potter." The dark magic pressure in the air lingered for a long time, and it was Harry who walked out of the range by himself before he saw Noldo Prewett, who was leading the team.

"Mr. Potter." Noldo heaved a sigh of relief, and withdrew his wand.

"Welcome back!"

He smiled again and said cheerfully.

The Order of the Phoenix hasn't changed much, except for the increased guards and a seemingly complete security system.Seeing that Harry's eyes fell on the protective net that had faded after disarming the alarm, Noldo explained: "This is an improved Screaming Curse that Hermione came up with. This magic will be issued according to the magic power of the dark wizard who triggered the alarm. varying degrees of harshness."

When they were halfway there, a large group of people greeted them from the manor house.There was Ron, Hermione, and Thea Flamel, Alastor Moody, Remus Lupine, Greer... It looked like he had disrupted a meeting.

"Harry!—"

Hermione nearly crashed into his arms, and Harry heard her sobbing softly.He put his hands on the witch's back, "Hermione, I'm fine." Ron, who seemed to want to do the same thing with his girlfriend, coughed and stood up straight: "Harry, welcome back .”

Hermione quickly let go of Harry: "Oh, you have a meeting at eight o'clock in the evening." Lupine also gave Harry a hug, his face was no longer that pale, he looked like A gentleman, Harry noticed that the brown eyes had lost the melancholy and tiredness they had seen before.

"Moonface, you look great."

Harry grinned unconsciously.Lupine messed up his hair, with a mild expression: "My wolf's poison has been completely removed, I didn't expect to be able to return to a normal wizard in my lifetime - at the beginning, some people suspected it, but now they have regarded us as ordinary wizards Look."

Harry was really happy for the last remaining elder of his father's generation. "That would be great."

"The Death Eaters are pretty easy to talk about this time, and the Ministry of Magic has very cooperatively eliminated our werewolf registration." Greer added, "Remus always thinks the situation is good, but it's about the same, and it's acceptable. Wizards are slowly increasing."

"Someone triggered the highest level of alarm just now." Alastor Moody interrupted their conversation, and his magic eyes turned around to focus on Harry: "Harry, who brought you back."

This sentence is like a switch, which freezes everyone's enthusiasm.

"It was Voldemort who set off the alarm." Harry sighed inwardly, and his emerald green eyes looked back at the old Auror calmly: "My treatment is not over yet, he agreed for me to come back and have a look, but only for today .”

"Oh no, brother, at least you have to attend the meeting tonight." Ron couldn't help but said.

Alastor Moody's eyebrows raised on both sides: "So that person is still near the manor..." "There is still a strong dark magic left outside." Noldo couldn't help but said, "Our Howling Curse is halfway Is it out of order?"

"What?" Hermione was taken aback, and hurried out of the crowd the next second.

"It seems that his strength is stronger again." Alastor Moody's tone was a little dignified.Knowing that Voldemort's image was deeply ingrained, it would not happen overnight, Harry could only say, "At least Voldemort is still abiding by the armistice agreement. How about the Death Eaters?"

"Not bad, they didn't bother us."

Moody's brows loosened: "However, the wizards in Italy are miserable. The only advantage of this war is that some of the dregs in the Death Eaters have been cleaned up, but on the contrary, the remaining ones are not easy to deal with."

Then, the terrifying blue magic eyes stared at the young leader. After a while, Alastor Moody's tone was serious: "Harry, if you don't want to go to Malfoy Manor anymore, we can mobilize people now." He looked a little I didn't mean to be joking, "I deliberately kept a lot of people in the camp in the wilderness outside Godric's Hollow."

Harry was taken aback, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.

"Thank you, Alastor." Harry put away his smile and stared at him with emerald green eyes, "But it doesn't need to be, Voldemort seems to be very sincere in treating me, no matter what the cause of the war, I will I don't think it's a good thing. Since Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters to want a truce, and his own decision-making is not as brutal as before, I think that the differences and conflicts between the two sides can be limited to a small area."

Hearing this, Alastor Moody's scarred cheeks relaxed slightly, and he took a deep look at him with his good eye.

Harry noticed that after he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

"Harry..." Ron whispered, "When you were away, many people in the Order of the Phoenix actually had the idea that it was better to live in peace with the Death Eaters than to fight everywhere. We thought you It's unlikely to agree, after all..." His tone was a little hesitant.Harry already understood his unfinished meaning:

"After all he killed my parents?"

"Sorry," said Ron, "but no matter what you decide, we're with you."

At this moment, Harry couldn't tell what it was like, his emerald green eyes calmly stared at the sad Hermione, and his eyes swept over everyone present - they were all looking at him. "How many people in the Order of the Phoenix believe 'I'm a dictator'?" he was referring to an old report in the Daily Prophet.

Hermione hesitated, and Harry didn't expect them to answer, and continued, "I don't care." His emerald green eyes were sharp and calm, "When I became the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, I knew that I had to let go of everything." Ridiculously personal, I can work with Voldemort for Hogwarts, I can fight alongside the Dark Lord to destroy vampires..."

Harry looked around at everyone who was even more silent at the sound of Voldemort's name, and asked, "Why do you think I can't let go of my personal grudges—if that can prevent more tragedies like mine from happening?" He raised his head. He raised his hands to stop their intention to speak, and said in a calm tone: "Someone once told me not to pity the dead, but to have pity on the living. I really think so, and I have always done so, haven't I?"

"I've already said that Mr. Potter is not that kind of person." Greer's grunt broke the awkward silence.

The wizards here are all Harry's close elders and friends, and they are probably the ones who most want to support him - whether it is keeping the camp on the moors of Godric's Hollow after the war is over, or in various propositions, including The entire security system of LeMay Manor.Realizing this, Harry also thought of Voldemort's plan on the agenda, and couldn't help saying sorry to the man in his heart.

"However, it's not like there's no chance to beat that bastard up." Harry said casually.

"Voldemort is preparing a new plan, which is to resolve the grievances between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters." Harry saw everyone's interested eyes, and briefly talked about the dueling field.

"However, this matter is still under wraps."

"It doesn't matter whether you are dead or injured..." Remus Lupine looked thoughtfully at Greer, "Can you designate a target at will?" Harry didn't expect the usually gentle moon face to be so interested, he was a little surprised Nod in different places.

"Even if you flee in fear of battle, the Death Eaters will be responsible for arresting them. Of course, this is the responsibility of both parties." Having said this, Harry's tone was a bit cautious and hesitant, "Remus, you already have a target Yet?"

Greer clenched his fists—he wasn't quite used to fighting with his wand all the time.There was a ferocious smile on the face with whiskers: "Not only him, we also have a big debt to settle with those werewolves - of course, they are also wizards now."

All of a sudden, everyone's focus shifted to this matter, and they began to discuss the targets they wanted to beat.Siah LeMay simply summoned [-] or [-] tables and chairs with a magic wand on the lawn in the vestibule, and asked the house elves to deliver fruits, refreshments, and a magic shed in the warehouse, just like a tea party.

As an experienced and veteran Auror, Alastor Moody is also interested in this matter: "Death Eaters are unlikely to let us kill their people. So in terms of regulations, I think it is very likely to restrict the use of lethal means. Otherwise, it would not be a matter of dealing with old grievances." His magic eyes turned around, and they even stared at Harry again:

"Harry, will you challenge the Dark Lord? Be the first."

In an instant, everyone's attention was focused.Under so much attention, Harry pulled a smile a little stiffly: "Maybe."

"If what Moody is saying is true, I think it's a good opening for the first time."

Ron said enthusiastically: "After all, it's a new thing, and everyone needs a role model. Harry, you can make an appointment while the mysterious man still owes you favors." He clenched his fists, "Okay Beat him up."

Harry watched this scene speechlessly, not quite understanding why the topic changed from their respective challenge targets to his duel with Voldemort, and then to the odds of the two parties. "Harry, what do you think the odds are against the mysterious man?"

"It's, it's okay." Harry was not sure.

But everyone seemed to be greatly encouraged. In the end, Siah Lemay simply became the banker, and almost everyone beat Harry to win on the books.Only Greer hesitated to buy another tie.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the rapidly rising amount of bets he had won, which surprised him, and swallowed hard...

Didn't anyone think there was a chance he couldn't beat Voldemort?