Doomed to be an enemy

Hermione took the opportunity to drag Harry to an empty seat aside.

"Harry, how is your injury?" Hermione couldn't help asking, although they went to Malfoy Manor every week, Harry never talked about his injury.

"Voldemort is trying to figure out a way." Harry explained, "It's not so easy to hurt the soul after all."

Hermione sat upright, but her expression looked worried.

"When are you going to come back? Since you went there to recuperate, our meetings have been a bit overwhelming."

"What are you guys talking about?" Sialame came over with a plate of sweet and fragrant puffs, and put them on the small round table in front of them with a smile. Today he changed into a robe embroidered with geometric figures, "This kind of puffs The melon snacks are quite delicious, and I grab a few when I’m hungry when I’m doing experiments.”

"Thank you, Monsieur Flamel."

Harry was kind of thankful the interruption had given him a chance to think.Hermione thanked her, and said bluntly, "I'm just asking when Harry will come back. After all, recent work has not been going well."

"I can see it." Sialame smiled, pulled out an empty chair and sat on it.

"However, I think the body is more important. You can't rely on him alone in this mess of the Order of the Phoenix." He spread his hands and said, "He is only 17 years old." Harry recalled the magic of this alchemist, and endured He couldn't stop asking, "Is there a security device that can't be cracked—everyone knows it's safe—maybe I can work in Malfoy Manor."

"Oh, Harry, you're not the first to have that idea."

Sialamé was amused by Harry's whimsy, his gray eyes blinked, and he showed a mocking smile: "Any alchemy magic device can be forcibly destroyed, it's nothing more than whether the contents inside can be destroyed after destruction. security issues."

"But your voice mail is still very useful."

Hermione nodded, and couldn't help but said, "Thanks to this, the arrangement in Italy can work. I think it would be good to come a few more times." Hermione looked at Harry apologetically, "I checked the information , the wound of the soul is not easy to heal, and you should rest more, but—"

"I do not mind."

Harry interrupted her kindly, showing a smile, "I've been bored over there."

"I think Harry can move his official business to Malfoy Manor." Hermione seemed a little hesitant, "Harry has appointed some wizards of the Order of the Phoenix to serve as directors or directors in Italy, and our mailbox has received a bunch of self-recommendations Believe me." She complained.

"These are not big things, you can discuss them slowly."

Sia LeMay knocked on the table with her knuckles, and three cups of black tea appeared in front of them.He picked up a glass and held it in his hand: "I think Harry came here not just to reminisce about the old days."

"Actually, I'm here to ask for help." Harry hesitated for a moment, and then calmly cast a silencing spell around him, clasping his hands on the table, looking preoccupied. "The scars on my soul have never healed on their own - I mean, maybe the healing time is too short." Hermione frowned, and Harry hastened to emphasize, "But if, I mean if it gets worse," He hesitated, "For example, the wound widens, so that the soul power disappears..." Harry felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he didn't look at Hermione's surprised gaze.

"So, is there any way to make up for it?" Harry couldn't help asking, his emerald green eyes fixed on the master alchemist who had repeatedly created miracles for them, showing expectation.Sia Flamel frowned slowly, he didn't answer Harry immediately, but fell into deep thought.

"Soul power disappears..."

He looked thoughtful, "Usually power doesn't disappear for no reason, unless it is consumed by fighting against something." For the first time, Sia Flamel looked seriously at the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix, "Harry, Are you sure you're not cursed?"

Harry opened his mouth and shook his head silently, signaling Hermione not to be nervous.

"If you don't mind, Harry, I want to check it for you." Sia Flamel said, took out the wand in his sleeve, and whispered a spell after obtaining the other party's consent.Twelve colored filaments of light fell from the tip of the wand into Harry's outstretched palm, and Shea stared at the obviously dim white light among them, and pursed her lips.

"This is a spell to detect dark magic curses," Hermione forced a smile, and said to the somewhat puzzled Harry, "I've only read about it in books, and haven't had a chance to try it myself."

"Maybe that's a good thing," said Harry, looking away.

He is a little lacking in confidence.In fact, he had just come up with this statement, and Voldemort's soul issue obviously couldn't be discussed openly.The man was on his own with the Death Eaters, and Harry wasn't going to just watch.But he wasn't a good student either, and even with the huge collection of books at LeMay Manor, Harry only focused on combat spells during those days of training.

Harry had to find a way to turn to his wisest friend, and, this elder whom he respected.

After a while, Sia Flamel moved his magic wand, and the colored light disappeared.

"Harry, your spirit continues to weaken."

Harry caught his breath, but found that he wasn't very surprised. Maybe after hearing the reason in the basement, he had vaguely guessed the result—otherwise Voldemort wouldn't be so eager to find a way to make his soul whole.That man wanted to straighten the tilted balance. In this way, Harry himself would bear much less pressure on the oath of protection he swore with his soul.

"This is impossible--"

Hermione gasped, and said in a hurried tone:

"However, Harry is not cursed. I checked him when I visited him." She seemed a little incoherent. It was obvious that Hermione blamed herself for having such a big problem with her best friend under her nose—she Why wasn't it discovered earlier?

Harry's expression was calm, and his thoughts had never been so clear for a moment.Those emerald green eyes watched Siam Lemay's dignified expression with calm eyes.

"I know, I can feel it. What I want to know is how much time I have left." Hermione covered her mouth in pain and couldn't make a sound.Sia Flamel looked at Harry complicatedly, who was not at all flustered:

"If you go at this rate, you will be in a long sleep within half a year."

The result made Harry's stomach feel a little heavy, as if it had been stuffed with several stones.For a moment, it seemed that Alastor Moody and Greer's arguments on the other side could not be heard.

After a while, Hermione asked, "Is this a black magic curse?"

"Dark magic? Yes, but not necessarily curses." Harry looked at the alchemist subconsciously. The gray eyes of Cia Flame looked at him with scrutiny and complexity, and said in a rare stern tone, "I Guess Harry himself should know why we don't, but whatever that is, I wouldn't recommend continuing."

He paused, and said, "You just asked me how to make up for the loss of soul power—"

Cia LeMay said solemnly: "The answer is that there is no way."

Harry felt a sudden drop in his heart.And the words of the alchemist continued. "Soul power is the most special kind of power, and our magic power comes from the soul but is not restricted by the soul power. Otherwise, your magic power should start to decline now." Sia Lemay sighed, "My My father also studied this field, but he told me it was off limits."

"No one's soul is exactly the same, so you can consider it absolutely unique. There is no magic or spell that can help except the soul's self-healing and self-growth. Even if you brutally tear someone's soul like eating food Swallowing it will have no effect."

Harry tried to calm his bewildered mind.

"So, is there any way to speed up the growth of the soul?" Sia Lemay pursed her lips, feeling helpless at the young leader's sensitivity: "You are right." He spread his hands and answered the question.

"There are indeed some methods that can promote the growth and restoration of the soul. I saw it recorded on the last shelf in the library. I remember that the book was called "Magic Quest." The name of the book was strange, but Harry remembered He had also visited that bookshelf before, and there was a copy of "The Most Dangerous Mystery of the Dark Arts" on it, but he was deeply impressed - it was that book that recorded the process of making Horcruxes.Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Xia suddenly, but the other party looked away, "If I were you, I would forget all of this. I still say that, no matter what you do, I hope you can stop. Harry, this is the advice of an elder or even a senior."

Cia LeMay's tone was a bit complicated: "I think I need a cup of coffee."

After the alchemist left, the air was almost frozen.Hermione took a deep breath. "Harry, I think we need to talk."

But Harry's mind was no longer here. The book Mr. Flamel mentioned made him a little concerned. Maybe things were not as bad as he thought-Harry was eager to prove this idea.So he jumped up almost like he did when he was a student: "Hermione, talk about it later, I have more important things now!"

"Harry!—"

After running out of the range of the Soundproofing Charm, Hermione's exasperated shouts stopped abruptly.Harry ran across the hall to the basement library without pausing.His heart was pounding, and sticky sweat oozed from his palms.

The musty smell of the basement library didn't slow him down, and Harry made his way around the vast bookshelves to the last row.

"The Most Dangerous Quest of the Dark Arts" is lying quietly on the bookshelf.

Harry took it in his hand under his breath, and the cold sensation burrowed into the bone like a snake.As soon as he opened it, he turned to the place where the bookmark was last checked.The complete horcrux making method above still made him feel sick, "Maybe it's really useful, but at least I'll never do it." He muttered, but sat patiently on the ground, roughly summarizing the book from beginning to end. Turned over.

This opened Harry's eyes.It is full of evil black magic comparable to Horcruxes that cannot even be excused.He also found what Mr. Flamel said could promote the recovery and growth of the soul.

Actually that's a little story.Still a short story about Horcruxes.

The old town is ordinary and quiet.

Melia, a girl who sells roses, admires the noble young master who sends his servants to buy a rose every day.

But the noble young master likes a beautiful girl in the small town.

There are many men who like her.

But he is the only one who insists on giving each other an expensive and freshest rose every day.

They got together quickly.

Melia felt sad.Soon, however, the newlywed girl fell ill.

She was no longer seen.

Terribly, men in the town who had admired the girl began to die.

Some died at home.Some died in the wild.

No one dared to go to the noble manor anymore.

So one day, the noble young master personally bought roses for his wife, and it was the first time that Melia saw the man she admired, his complexion was pale and his skin was cold.The expression is also unchanged.He also wears a jeweled ring on his ring finger.

He is handsome, but cold.But Melia was still infatuated with him.

His wife died a month later.

Since then, the noble young master's body began to become weak.One night, Melia bribed the old man at the gate and boldly went to visit the man she loved.

His face was pale without any blood, and he was as thin as a handful of bones.

Melia cried, but woke up the sleeping man.He comforted the little girl without the slightest indifference from last time.He also took off the ring on his ring finger and gave it to Melia to make her happy.

"If you want me to get better, pray to it every day," he said.

Melia agreed.She holds the ring and prays for two hours every day.

Before long, she felt less strength and increased sleepiness.

The girl couldn't get out of bed slowly, and the roses planted in the yard also withered.

She was hungry and tired and began to cry.At night, the noble young master suddenly appeared.

He was still charming, and he was no longer sickly.

He hugged her and talked all night.

At dawn, Melia closed her eyes in his arms.

before that--

She saw the man she loved took the ring from her hand and put it on her finger.

She saw the man's long-rumoured dead wife suddenly appear in the yard.

She saw them raise their slender sticks to each other's chests.

The girl closed her eyes forever.

……

This is a rare story described from a Muggle perspective, with black irony and suspense.Harry rubbed his fingers over the words in it. It was obvious that the hero was a dark wizard, and the ring was probably a Horcrux.The male protagonist wanted to use his wife's life to make a Horcrux, but he didn't expect that the other party was also a wizard.Harry guessed that the witch might have escaped, and that's why he killed the Muggles, either for the Horcruxes, or because of the backlash from the Dark Arts - Harry preferred the former.

He wrestled with all the malice implied in the story, telling himself it was written in esoteric books of dark magic.Throughout the whole story, perhaps only the protagonist Melia is the most reassuring one, just as the dark wizards always disdain Muggles, and even think that the other party can't make any waves.

Harry squinted his eyes. In this story, the hero used Melia's love to restore his strength, that is to say, his soul damage was restored.It wasn't without a criminal record - something suddenly occurred to Harry.He has always wondered how the soul piece in the locket became so powerful that he could even transform into a human form in the end.

Harry vaguely felt that he had found the key point.

——From the very beginning, I have been receiving this kind of power in your heart, and of course, there is still a part of life force.Harry, as long as you love me, I can have everything I want from you.

The proud whispers of the locket echoed faintly in his ears.

How similar to the Muggles in this story!

Harry thought, turning the page unconsciously.An old piece of parchment fell out of the crack. "What is this?" Harry hesitated for a moment, but picked it up anyway.It looks like it's aged, the paper isn't even that common these days, it's got a lot of burrs around the edges, as if it was torn off in a hurry.

It is only as big as a palm, but it is densely packed and written a lot of words.

"Luminescence." Harry simply lit up his wand, squinting his eyes to make out the blurred scrawled writing on it.

……

Voldemort watched the gradually setting sun, his dark robes ominously covered the grass, and he silently parted the blades of grass like a snake, dangerous and elegant.He could feel the dark power in his body cheering for the coming of the night, the feeling of vaguely echoing the dark power of nature was something any dark wizard could only dream of.

But now it only made Voldemort unhappy.For the time being, he has no intention of exploring the mysteries in the darkness, and even subconsciously walks towards the only remaining light, the afterglow that makes people feel uncomfortable is not so pleasing, and it will always disappear. Voldemort stopped this stupid behavior.

A full day in the sun doesn't make the boy he loves any better.Are you so pathetic that it takes a little sunshine to overcome it? Voldemort spat at himself in disgust.

of course not.

He said so to himself.Then I heard the sound of blades of grass rubbing against each other, or the sound of blades of grass being roughly trampled by something, followed by footsteps gradually approaching. Voldemort looked at the boy in amazement, sweating profusely from running, his cheeks were blushing healthily from the sun or the heat, and the robe he put on the boy with his own hands was stained with grass that was an eyesore leaves and dust.

"Voldemort—" Harry stopped a few paces away from him, bending over and panting.The man grabbed his arm in displeasure, and gently stroked his back with the other hand:

"I thought you'd remember Apparating," Voldemort said softly.He watched as the boy hurriedly took an old book out of his pocket and stuffed it into his hand. "I've found it," Harry said quickly, between breaths, his emerald green eyes glowing like Avada Kedavra in the fiery red light - Voldemort loved the color so much.

It took a long time for Voldemort to realize what Harry was talking about, his black eyes showed obvious surprise, and he raised his eyebrows: "Don't tell me you went to LeMay Manor and found a solution to our problem .”

That would make him tempted to loot the ancient building, Voldemort thought.

"Almost." Harry gasped for breath, leaned into the man's arms impatiently, and opened the book with the other's arm, and quickly turned to page 494:

"Look at this." Harry pointed to the story, his voice could not hide his joy.

He grabbed Voldemort's arm, and under the man's reluctant gaze, they sat on a patch of dry grass—in fact, Voldemort summoned a cushion before they sat down.Harry found that the cushion was a little small, so that he could only press against the man's body.Harry moved his body uncomfortably, and Voldemort held his right arm in his arms, and at the same time gave him a silk handkerchief.

Harry stared at the delicate, completely non-absorbent handkerchief, torn between using it and not using it.

Voldemort had finished reading the short story, and thoughtfully traced a word on it with his fingertips.

"It says Horcrux." Harry looked a little anxious, and he quickly said his deduction.Before Harry noticed, Voldemort's suspicious eyes had already landed on the boy he liked.

"Melia is just a Muggle, maybe the Horcrux absorbed her life force."

"But it's not only the vitality that can make up for it, there must be other strengths." Harry finally said.

Voldemort was contemplating, showing the boy an incomparably charming smile in the setting sun, "Why are you so sure that this method will work, my boy?" He said unhurriedly, "After all, it's just a spell Not even a small story."

"Because the locket—"

Harry's excited expression froze, watching Voldemort's smile become a little dangerous, he softly repeated the word that came out of the boy's mouth.

"Locket."