Doomed to be an enemy

Harry had already passed out when Voldemort carried the boy out of the bathroom.The feeling of being visited by a dark force is not very good, maybe the boy has his magic power in his body, and Harry instinctively does not resist him, Voldemort vaguely sensed the location of the soul piece.

That's unprecedented depth.

After thinking about it, he pulled away the intruding dark aura without a sound.Holding the boy and sinking into the soft bed, the wand lightly swept over Harry's wrinkled skin, which became smooth and moist again - the kind that a boy would definitely protest. Voldemort smiled silently, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Soul Piece didn't have any reaction to that bit of dark breath, neither the instinctive closeness in deep sleep, nor the deeper avoidance after waking up.

Voldemort narrowed his black eyes, is this piece of soul really unconscious?

One thing Harry was right about was that he really had no better way, Horcruxes would not eat souls that were fed to their mouths, even if they had been knocked out of consciousness.

Voldemort raised his hand and retrieved the book from LeMay that had been left in the bathroom robe.Pointing at it with the yew wood wand in his hand, he opened it silently.According to the statement in this book, Voldemort vaguely guessed that it had something to do with the will, and the only thing that could go against him was the consciousness of the wizards captured by him and imprisoned in Azkaban.He can use advanced magic to deceive the subconscious mind of wizards, but he cannot deceive their souls.

As a result, the experiment was impossible to succeed. Voldemort's black eyes instantly became dark and terrifying, Harry's soul power weakened faster than his medical treatment, and now, there was no time to find a second way.And even the contract he secretly prepared to share life and soul was not as good as the boy's one-and-done move—of course, the premise was that Harry was safe and sound.

Voldemort's eyes fell on the open book... After a while, he finally made a decision.

In the early hours of the morning, Malfoy Manor became lively again.

Several wizards from Germany were summoned into the master bedroom by Voldemort.After using magic to check the body of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix lying on the bed, these wizards were secretly surprised, but they were all told by Louis to know what to say and ignore it.

"Master, Mr. Potter is still in good health," one of the wizards stood up and said with a bow, "There are some hidden injuries that need to be dealt with, and he has been malnourished for a long time, so his physique is slightly higher than the average person's." It is weaker and needs to be recuperated."

"Cure him."

Voldemort stroked his bone-colored yew wand and said softly, "You will stay at this manor until he recovers."

At dawn, all the therapists of Saint-Germont were put under house arrest.Death Eaters guarded the door, confiscating their wands.Severus Snape was summoned by the Dark Mark, rushed to the manor, and was asked by Voldemort to brew a complex nutritional potion.The nerves of all the participating Death Eaters were tense, and they didn't say a word.

Because the Dark Lord gave the death order, the leaker was executed.

So, when Harry woke up exhausted, he was coaxed by Voldemort to drink a bottle of extremely bitter potion, and almost vomited it out. "What is this?" There was disgust in his emerald green eyes.

Voldemort sat beside him, rolled up the nightgown for the boy, and said softly, "You need to recuperate your body, my boy. During this time, I will try to activate the soul tablet on your body."

"If it's conscious it has to be taken back, that's non-negotiable."

Harry's expression was dazed for a moment, and he immediately blinked to cover up his gaffe: "You agreed?"

Hearing this, Voldemort nodded slightly, his black eyes flashed with thought.He didn't intend to tell the boy about the life and soul sharing contract, it was a backup plan that could only be used at the worst possible moment, and there was no need to put pressure on the boy.

The life that the Dark Lord does not allow to die, not even the God of Death can take it away.

For the next week, Voldemort temporarily left all official duties to Barty Crouch Jr.He accompanied the boy to the unfinished Voldemort manor.To Harry's disappointment, it was not the eerie castle in the mysterious black forest he had guessed.

"Harry, we're going to live there, not feed mosquitoes." Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "The Dark Lord's aesthetic is no different from yours." He paused, "Well, it's no different from a wizard with taste. "

Harry pretended not to hear the man's judgment. The Voldemort manor was built in a whole hilly area, and a fortified fence had already been erected. Harry saw goblins guarded by Death Eaters carving on it.

"I paid the wages." Voldemort explained, "It's just that they don't seem willing." In addition, it can be seen that this manor is much higher than Malfoy Manor in terms of scale and luxury. degree.

As they walked, the distance between them was neither too far nor too close, and they looked quite decent.

In the distance, there were Death Eaters bowing and saluting.I'm afraid they will still be muttering about when the relationship between the Dark Lord and Potter became so good.Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help saying, "I remember you saying you didn't really care about that—" He thought of a word, "Enjoyment."

"I really don't care." Voldemort raised his eyebrows and smiled charmingly at the boy like a poppy, "But I have a family to raise now, so of course I have to be careful." "Hey, I don't need you to raise—" Harry's voice stopped abruptly, and seeing the man's more ambiguous and meaningful smile, he felt a bit itchy.

In fact, compared to this luxurious manor, the one he had previously set his eyes on and wanted to buy as a gift to Voldemort was nothing.Harry was a little glad he didn't pay quickly, and scratched his head, making his messy hair even more mischievous.Well, it looks like my personal finances are on the mend for two years - after unlocking a big chunk of planned spending.

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips silently, of course he received the boy's annoyance, if he hadn't noticed that Harry had such an idea, he wouldn't have asked someone to build such a large manor here, and felt that it was quite worthwhile matter.

The terrace that Voldemort promised to give to the boy was built at the highest point of the garden. The carved jeweled flower vines are wrapped around the snow-white pillars, and the classical petal-shaped dome in the shape of a spire has unobstructed views around it. From here, the under-construction Much of the garden is fenced off. "That's where the flowers and plants are going to be planted," Voldemort explained beside him.

"All of it?" Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise, almost half of his entire field of vision was surrounded, and one could imagine what a grand scene it would be if flowers and plants were planted.As Harry thought about it, his expression froze suddenly - he saw green flower seedlings scrambling out of the ground where there were no plants yet.It seems that the process of growth has been shortened in an instant, there are red, blue, yellow, purple, and black—thousands of flower buds grow slowly, and the hills become colorful and beautiful.The busy Death Eaters were almost buried inside, and Harry couldn't help laughing when he saw that.

Then, they bloom almost at the same time——

The strong aroma of roses sweetened the air, and Harry stared at the spectacular sight in amazement, "I guess it must be your first time doing this." He ran out among the thorny flowers, but he didn't dare to use magic to destroy these plants—everyone knew that the only one who had such a great ability to control magic was the Dark Lord himself.

"Why are yellow roses and red roses together?" "Don't ask, there are white ones over there..." "Merlin's beard... Is there anything that can be compared with innocence and kindness?" "Oh, shut up Shut up, give me a hand!"

Harry had a hard time trying to hold back a smile.He guessed that it was a design by the goblin to be able to transmit the voices in the garden verbatim.After a long while, he looked seriously at Voldemort, who at some point took out his wand beside him. His lips were curled down, not very satisfied with the Death Eaters' complaints and the appearance that even the aisles were covered with flowers.

"Looks like it's overkill." He replied softly.

They had lunch on the terrace, and when they left, it was Harry who couldn't help but open his mouth, and Voldemort dispelled the flower sea magic that was flourishing for a while—this somewhat relieved the Death Eaters in charge of the garden.

It was the hottest time of day when they got back to Malfoy Manor. "I thought you had put an anti-apparation spell in there." Harry unbuttoned and took off his coat, the cool air around Voldemort not making up for the uncomfortable heat.

"That'll have to wait until it's built," Voldemort said, handing the boy a bottle of honey-colored potion.

"Oh no……"

Harry grunted, but still gulped it down under Voldemort's unquestionable supervision.The bitter, earthy smell made his entire cheeks pucker up.

Seeing Voldemort curling up the corners of his lips leisurely, Harry's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved over calmly.Stretching out his hands to wrap around the man's neck, he quickly kissed that hateful smile.

For a moment Voldemort's expression twisted as well - this was probably the quickest kiss they'd ever ended.Until Voldemort came out of the bathroom to take a nap with the boy he liked, Harry couldn't help laughing into his pillow. "Have you laughed enough?" Voldemort's indiscriminate voice made Harry cough a few times, turn over, and was stuffed with a hard candy just as he opened his mouth.The sweet and greasy feeling rushed straight to the forehead...

"Honeydukes' latest product, you're welcome." Voldemort smiled lazily at the frozen boy.

Harry blinked hard, the numbing sweetness followed by the utterly sour.Harry clutched his teeth and felt that his entire mouth was stiff.I accidentally bit the shell of the candy, and tasted a sweet liquid chocolate.Harry's expression finally returned to normal.

"When did you go to Hogsmeade?" he couldn't help asking.

"I told Little Barty to go there and buy some delicious candies. I remember the information said that you liked the things there." Voldemort stretched out his arms and pulled the boy to his side. Harry moved his body and head Pillow on the man's arm, "Isn't he helping you with official duties?"

"Maybe he found someone else." Voldemort raised his other hand and touched the boy's scar with his fingertips, his tone uncertain.In fact, this most heartfelt Death Eater was sitting in the makeshift potions laboratory at Malfoy Manor, taking a potion for teeth from the sullen Snape. "Thank you, Snape—" Barty Crouch Jr. covered his cheeks, mumbled and hurried out.

Severus Snape had no expression on his face, and almost squeezed out a word between his teeth: "No." Merlin knew why he was asked for a potion to treat tooth decay at the Dark Lord's place.

On the other hand, Harry fell silent.Some nervously felt the dark magic penetrate into the scar through Voldemort's fingertips, and there was a tingling, sore and warm feeling - this was much better than the pain and tearing apart when they were hostile before.

Along with the dark magic, Voldemort's perception had seeped in, and the soul picture in Harry's mind was much clearer than it was a few days ago. Voldemort had never felt the size of the soul fragment, so he didn't know whether the piece in the boy's mind was big or small.And in a way, the mind can be infinite.

The only good news is that the soul piece still doesn't respond to the dark magic power he sent in, and passively receives it all, so it doesn't touch Harry's life force.This made Voldemort let go of the heart that had been hanging, slightly. "How?" Voldemort left the scar with warm fingertips, "Very good." Harry raised his hand and grabbed the man's finger, not very satisfied with the answer. Voldemort looked into the boy's clear green eyes and said slowly:

"Although I think it needs to be observed for two days, it does seem to be unconscious."

"That would be great." The joyful feeling was like a balloon bursting in his chest, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that there should be a [-]% or [-]% chance of getting Voldemort to say such a thing.Thinking of this, he couldn't help grinning.

Voldemort looked away with some disgust, not looking at the boy's silly smile.Mentally crossed out the backup plan—looks like lady luck is on their side this time. Voldemort settled one of his concerns and was in the mood to joke with the boy.

He unhurriedly pulled the quilt up to his neck, just in time to completely cover the head of the boy he was hugging.Hearing Harry's angry voice from below, Voldemort curled his lips silently.

"sleep."

When Harry got out of the quilt angrily and wanted to accuse the man of his bad behavior, he suddenly closed his mouth. Voldemort's eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, the underside of his slender eyelashes didn't even tremble, and his sleeping posture was very regular.

Harry's anger disappeared strangely.There are heavy shadows under the man's eyes, and it looks like he hasn't had a good rest for several days.He understood that the matter of feeding soul tablets not only bothered him, but also made Voldemort sleepless.Harry didn't want to think about why Voldemort recalled Snape, and why a lot of precious magic materials were sent to the manor.

The Dark Lord has always been cunning.Harry guessed that the man must be preparing for a retreat, he must be exhausted.Harry picked up the sleeve of the man's arm that was stretched across the pillow, and put it under the quilt, and then quietly shrank himself into the quilt, staring at the pattern on the ceiling with his eyes open.The body that had just been recuperated for a few days still couldn't resist the habitual drowsiness, and slowly fell asleep.

In fact, feeding soul shards was not an easy task, but Voldemort did it without any pressure.The ebb of dark magic in his body made Harry's spirits much better, and the efforts of the nurses also made the boy's complexion more rosy and healthy, "I feel good now and can play a game of Quidditch!" Voldemort was obviously quite satisfied, he Double rewards were given to several German conditioners.

After the Death Eaters left, Harry turned his attention to the feeding progress of the Soul Pieces.This made Voldemort purse his lips and heaved a calm sigh of relief. If the boy kept talking about Quidditch, he would have to send the broom out of the warehouse sooner or later. Voldemort can guarantee that the boy will dare to ask him to practice at that time Quidditch, maybe sparring.

Voldemort frowned, and stopped the horrific deduction.

"You mean, at this pace, it will be over in another week?" Harry looked thoughtful.The result of the magical feedback was indeed unbelievable, and it almost disrupted all of Voldemort's plans.He thought for a while, and said with certainty:

"The soul piece is not suitable to stay in your mind after it grows. I have calculated the required amount. In fact, it should be enough in two days." "Really?" Harry's emerald green eyes dimmed for a moment, quickly Like a shooting star.Blinking, he showed a bright smile: "Then when are you going to do it?"

The author has something to say: Snape's expression, please think of the movie clips, how many times I watch it, I can't stand up laughing:

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Umbridge (high-pitched): I heard you're applying to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, isn't that right?

Snape (with a blank face): Yes.

Umbridge (same tone): But you didn't make it, did you?

Snape (with no expression): Absolutely

Ron laughed on the spot.

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The author sprayed on the spot...