Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry woke up, he felt better than ever.No more tiredness and weakness.But...Harry stared at the ceiling hesitantly, was it an illusion?He always felt like there was an extra hole in his body, and a chilly feeling came from it.Something was slipping away, and something was coming out of it, which made Harry very uncomfortable.

He simply closed his eyes and mobilized more magic power to rush into that strange "hole", wondering if this could be blocked?

"How is this going--?!"

Harry was so startled that he almost didn't jump up. This method only worked at first, and after a few seconds, an incomparably cold magical power suddenly gushed out from the "hole", which made Harry shiver.It was as if a piece of ice had been stuffed into his body suddenly, and his internal organs shrank together. Harry quickly pulled the crumpled quilt that had been kicked aside to let himself shrink in.

On the other side, Voldemort, who was looking up information in the study, paused.He squinted his eyes and stared at the "Ancient Encyclopedia of Dark Arts" that should have lifted the spell and opened automatically. Suddenly, it seemed to be dead and stopped moving.

"Failed?"

The tip of the bone-colored wand tentatively touched the title page, but there was no response at all, and the whole book seemed to be glued together. Voldemort wasn't very surprised, even though he had seldom cast failed spells since his school days.

Voldemort got up and went back to the master bedroom—he passed through the twelve warmth charms without any accident, it was August weather, but the fireplace in the room was burning brightly, all his chests were opened, silver Two or three silk quilts were stacked on the green bed.

"Harry..." Voldemort called tentatively, staring at the boy who sat up suddenly on the four-poster bed, his annoyed voice was thickly nasal:

"Damn it! What the hell happened?!"

Those emerald green eyes stared angrily at the man standing at the door. "Why did I—" Harry paused suddenly, he couldn't describe the feeling, "It's like winter, I remember it's only August now."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and with a wave of his wand, the door behind him closed automatically. "It's a long story." His tone was a little slow and sly, which gave Harry a bad feeling. He took a deep breath and piled a few puffy cushions behind him to sit on. Pretend to have a long conversation. "Huh? I'm listening." He curled up his legs, his lips turned white from the cold.

Voldemort smiled, took out his yew wand and waved it, all the warmth charms in the room dissipated, and the flames in the fireplace were extinguished by the wand pressed down.The hot and dry temperature in the air immediately dropped. "Hey, what are you doing?!"

Harry's teeth chattered involuntarily - damn it!The piece of "ice" in his body was robbing his remaining warmth.

"It's no use, Harry." Voldemort walked to the edge of the bed silently and sat down, stopping the boy's futile attempts to cover himself with the quilt, "The dark magic makes you feel cold, and that's because you don't want to To accept it."

Harry stared at the slender, strong fingers gripping the quilt, and froze, half-doubting what he was hearing.

"Dark magic."

Harry repeated.He raised his head and looked straight into the man's black eyes, "Why do I have dark magic power." There was a subtle uneasiness in those emerald green eyes. "Did you turn me into a dark wizard? Or..."

Voldemort watched the boy let go of the covers in a daze and hugged his knees - as if that would warm him - and lost the idea of ​​teasing, "No, Harry, you won't be a Dark wizard. Voldemort waved his yew wand, and several layers of quilt were mercilessly thrown to the ground.

"That's my magic," he said softly, in Parseltongue.Harry showed a puzzled look, unconsciously using Parseltongue too: "I don't understand." "I think you should feel the connection between us." Voldemort's hissing voice softened, "A new Connection."

"You and my magic balance each other through this connection." He reached out and touched the boy's cheek with his warm fingertips.The warm feeling made Harry a little greedy, he hesitated for a moment, gave up the puffy cushion and sat down unceremoniously. Voldemort threw his arms around the boy's tight waist pamperingly - they sat next to each other on the edge of the bed as if in a dream. "That means, when your magic power is not enough, you will draw it from me spontaneously, and vice versa." The man explained slowly with a hiss like a whisper.

Harry found that in Voldemort's magic field, the coldness spreading in his body due to the dark magic tended to weaken-this made him feel better.

"Like a U-shaped tube?" Harry concluded briefly. Voldemort raised his eyebrows, not quite satisfied with the metaphor: "That's right." He brushed the boy's messy hair away with the tip of his wand and stared at the scar. "I think you're missing a link," Harry resented, not being led away by Voldemort's words, "you haven't told me why there is this...'magic U-shaped pipe'."

Voldemort chuckled, boys are always so perceptive, "Think about it, where does the magic come from?" He used English for such a sentence. "Soul." Harry frowned, vaguely guessing something.Subconsciously still using Parseltongue, "Are you trying to solve the problem that I can't do without the soul piece?"

"Yes, Harry, you guessed right."

Voldemort said kindly, his black eyes narrowed slightly: "I don't think that maintaining soul pieces will consume your soul power—it's just a hotbed, but when you take out soul fragments, it may make your soul The soul creates turmoil and pushes you into that world, producing an effect similar to a death curse." Voldemort's whisper-like hiss almost whispered: "But in fact, as long as there is a 'hook' to hold you, I think you can Avoid this problem."

This is a profound magical principle.However, Harry understood a little bit. He and Voldemort had been in a misunderstanding all along, thinking that the maintenance of soul slices was a process of sacrifice.But come to think of it, this conflicts with Nicole Flamel's notes.Because there is the possibility of "escape", this is a contradictory proposition.However, putting the matter of sacrifice on the outcome makes sense.

——Sacrifice is not inevitable, it may also be caused when taking soul pieces.

"So, I connected our two souls together, even if this inference is wrong..." The tip of the bone-colored wand lightly touched the boy's scar, Voldemort said softly, "Soul power can also be there At the moment of danger, I became balanced." He paused, his tone became dry, "According to what you said, it should be regarded as the 'U-shaped tube of the soul'."

"You're a quick learner." Harry showed a surprised smile, and said jokingly, "Is there anything else? Huh?" "Harry." Voldemort raised his hand and stroked the yew wand. It seemed a little over-considered, "I mean, I'm much older than you."

Harry stopped smiling, his eyes narrowed as he realized something.

Voldemort showed a charming smile at the boy: "I don't think you would mind—" "Doesn't mind what?" Harry asked calmly.

"Lost for a while," Voldemort said dryly, a little thankful that Parseltongue sounded just as creepy and eerie—there was an unavoidable embarrassment no matter how you tried to disguise it. "You have to know, I can't control the magic effect..."

"So?" Harry was unimpressed.

Voldemort observed the boy's expression calmly: "So there is an extra 'U-shaped tube of life' between us." , I will die too." Voldemort noticed with satisfaction that complex lights flickered in the boy's emerald green eyes, and a charming smile like a poppy appeared on his handsome face, but he heard Harry ask in a calm tone: "That is to say, if you die, I will die with you?"

Voldemort's smile froze, his obsidian-like beautiful eyes stared deeply at the boy for a while, and for the first time he felt that the yew wand in his hand was inexplicably slippery.

"Yes." He whispered a word softly.

"You must know that I won't agree, so just lure me in your dream and help you complete that magic." Harry said firmly.He is not ignorant now, this is obviously a two-way magic, similar to an unbreakable oath, but this kind of magic must be done actively by two parties-but at that time he was still asleep.

"Harry..."

Voldemort said softly, "That's not a false memory. It's just that the summer when I was nine years old, it wasn't a wizard who appeared outside the iron gate, but an ordinary, stupid Muggle. Also, he was indeed a human trafficker." .”

"Feel sorry."

Harry was silent for a while, his emerald green eyes seemed a little distracted. After a long while, he finally raised his head and couldn't help but said, "Are you so relieved to be tied to me? I mean, I'm not as powerful as you. I want to kill you." There are so many wizards who have killed you, you are not afraid..." He opened his mouth and couldn't continue.The matter of the blood race has made him realize that there are still many unknown things. Who can guarantee that he is the strongest?he himself?Or Voldemort?

Nobody can.Harry believed that Voldemort's ability to save his life was absolutely top-notch, but he was not. This realization made the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix extremely uneasy. "Harry, Harry, are you afraid of hurting me?" The expression on Voldemort's handsome face eased, revealing a lazy smile.

"Isn't it?" Harry asked back.

"I'm really worried." Voldemort said slowly, "But I have to say, compared to your life, it's still a little lighter." "A little?" Harry let go of his frowning brow, amused He looked at the man with emotion.

"A little bit," Voldemort insisted.

"Okay." Harry decided not to dwell on the matter, but training himself must definitely be on the agenda.He changed the subject with his usual expression, "You said just now that I feel cold because I don't accept your magic power from the bottom of my heart?" Voldemort squinted his black eyes and looked at the boy for a while before saying, "Your magic power to darkness With subconscious repulsion, so it converts into your magic, and the process becomes very slow."

"You must have a solution, right?" Harry's words made Voldemort raise his eyebrows: "Of course." He raised the corners of his lips and showed a meaningful smile, "As long as you are willing to learn black magic from me. Know, your mind doesn't change in a few days, once you get used to black magic - well, some spells that aren't 'evil' in it, this might lessen depending on your receptivity .”

Harry kept his mouth shut.He stared at the slightly malicious smile on Voldemort's handsome face, his emerald green eyes narrowed slightly.The Dark Arts were the most offensive of all magics, and he didn't mind learning some to defend himself - especially after taking the Dark Lord's life on his shoulders.

Voldemort had obviously guessed what he was thinking, and seemed quite complacent.Harry showed a bright smile with a bit itchy teeth:

"I think you don't mind if I start with the Imprisonment Curse?"

Voldemort coughed lightly, and finally restrained himself a little: "That's not considered black magic. I can teach you Devil Flame, my boy. Since you used to like playing with fire quite a lot, this spell is more suitable for getting started." Harry reluctantly agreed. scheme. "It's not fair." He complained, "Why can you have no problems at all?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Of course it's because my skills are better."

"Speaking of which, you should be able to use white magic too." Harry thought. Voldemort was startled, and suddenly had a bad feeling.Harry's emerald green eyes slowly lit up, "For example, the Patronus spell, have you ever used it?" He suddenly thought that he could learn black magic from Voldemort, and they could also learn white magic together.If black magic can corrupt people's character and feelings, then white magic is just the opposite.Originally Voldemort's magic power was too dark to cast advanced white magic, but the situation is different now.

This is more useful than what he said.The more Harry thought about it, the more feasible it became. Voldemort was startled by the series of thoughts that flashed through the boy's mind, and couldn't sit still.

How is he going to answer this question?The only spell that failed as a student, never succeeded - although he found a way to deter and drive the dementors in a different way. "Maybe, I don't quite remember." Voldemort said vaguely, he was a little worried about how to dampen the boy's sudden enthusiasm for learning - oh, it would be good if it was about the Dark Arts.

Harry was interested.

"Why don't you try it?" he suggested. Voldemort collected his thoughts and was a little speechless. He watched the boy happily take back the holly wand from the bedside, "I think it's a waste of effort," he said.

"Not necessarily." Harry held his wand and waved it excitedly——

"Call God to protect you." A soft white light rushed out of it, and instantly grew into a twenty-foot-long serpent hovering in the air. Li, slowly and silently approached.Harry raised his hand and stroked its lower jaw - even though there was air there, it still made the Patronus curl its tail intelligently.

"That's easy for you, I suppose." Harry smiled, not looking at his Patronus.

Well, at least the boy was quite appreciative of his magical skills - which is always a pleasure. Voldemort thought with some reluctance, and emphasized in a helpless tone: "You are the first, whimsical little boy to let the Dark Lord try such extreme white magic." He took out his purple shirt slowly and reluctantly wooden wand.

Harry put down his hand, stared at the man's pondering expression with somewhat expectant emerald green eyes, and subconsciously held his breath.He saw Voldemort raise the bone-colored ominous wand silently, and said softly:

"Call God for protection."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Just when Harry was a little disappointed, a soft white light loomed from the tip of the stick, and suddenly cut through the air like a dazzling bright light. It was too dazzling. Harry raised his hand, He couldn't help squinting his eyes and staring at the white light that suddenly spread to both sides - it was even brighter than the sun.

A few seconds later, the white light sculpted strong limbs, soft waist and back... Harry watched all this in amazement, the patron saint raised his head, his thick and beautiful mane fluttered in the air, and his ribs were wide open Scary flame-shaped wings-the brilliance on it is endless.The large bedroom can't accommodate such big wings at all. They gracefully protrude out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if blending into the bright sunshine.

The white snake-shaped Patronus touched Harry's fingers with its head, and gently climbed onto his shoulders. Although it was invisible, the sudden warmth brought Harry back to his senses.His Patronus was quietly raising its tail, pointing to one side.Harry looked in that direction and found that Voldemort's expression was not shocked.The other party showed complicated gazes, staring at this beautiful flaming lion, and waved his wand silently. The lion-shaped patron saint who was shaking his mane silently disappeared into the air immediately.

"So I'm your patron saint..." Harry said slowly, a little embarrassed, but there was another emotion slowly filling his chest, which made him smile uncontrollably . "Harry..." Voldemort was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to stroke the shoulder blades on the boy's back - Harry moved uncomfortably. Voldemort quickly put down his hand: "I'm very honored for this." He said softly, his obsidian-like eyes became deep and charming, "You are right, in order to master this strange convection of magic power as soon as possible, I also need to study white magic .”

"Really?" Voldemort agreed, but Harry felt a little unreal.He looked at the other party with some hesitation, and the latter raised the corners of his lips amusedly: "However, our progress may not be in sync, little boy." Voldemort's tone was rather regretful.

"Not always."

Harry was a little dissatisfied with the hypocritical tone, and he retorted provocatively, but thinking about Voldemort's extraordinary learning ability, Harry was a little bit lacking in confidence, so he decided to ask Mr. Flamel for more advice--Harry didn't believe it , There are so many wizards in the Order of the Phoenix who know white magic, so if you bundle up a dozen to teach yourself, you can catch up no matter what.

Voldemort was amused by the boy's thoughts, silently raised the corners of his lips, and decided not to dampen the boy's enthusiasm.

"I'm looking forward to it," he said softly.

On this day, all the Death Eaters in Malfoy Manor saw the dazzling white light in the sky.Theoretically pure Dark wizards have no Patronus, and not many can recognize it-of course, those Death Eaters who understand think that it may be Harry Potter's Patronus.This made them admire and fear the leader of the Order of the Phoenix even more.

"With such a powerful Patronus, the dementors may have to flee before they get close."

"Maybe it's a new magic researched by the master."

While the other Death Eaters were talking, Severus Snape, who was passing by the corridor, glanced casually and stopped suddenly.Startled, he hurried to the edge of the hallway, leaning his neck out to stare at the great obscuring light - vaguely recognizable as two wings, unfurling from the master bedroom.

"how can that be……"

Even if the light faded quickly, Severus Snape's heart was still on the verge of stopping.A crazy idea absurdly rose from my heart like weeds.No one knew better than he what Potter's Patronus was, which was a stupid dool.There would never have been such wings—in fact, he had seen such wings, not so long ago, on the battlefields of Italy.

Snape was deeply impressed by the wings of fire that covered almost the entire Italian territory.Yes, anyone who was chased halfway across the country by the flames above would firmly remember that the flames loved dark wizards quite a bit, which had to remind him of Potter.

Now, the Patronus of the Dark Lord is actually related to that thing... and it looks like an inhuman creature—listen, how familiar it is.Severus Snape let out a mocking smile with a sullen look on his face, well, he doesn't have to worry about Potter's life anymore, does he?Looks like the contents of that bottle of ink probably won't be needed either.

……

The afternoon sun makes people lazy.But Harry, who was in the dungeon with Voldemort, didn't feel it at all. He was struggling to control the dark red flame ejected from the holly wand——

"Don't use too much force. Dark magic usually doesn't need such thick magic power. You just need to control it well. That's more important than anything else." Standing behind Harry, Voldemort stretched out his arm to hold the boy's hand that was tightly grasping the wand. , "Relax and think about how you played with that fire that dispelled the darkness."

The dark red fire covered all the ground except them, and it was confined in the empty dungeon by Voldemort's blood-red protective net—the devil's fire roared angrily, and the already crystallized ground melted again, erupting a terrifying explosion. high temperature.

Harry swallowed: "This one is much harder to tame."

As he said this, he still took a deep breath and slowly relaxed himself. He tried his best to suppress the aversion to black magic in his heart, which always made him feel awkward and unreasonable. It would be better to use the extreme white magic flame At that time, I believed and relied so sincerely from the bottom of my heart.

Well, Harry, it's no different than your favorite flame.

Yes, there is no difference.

The raging devil flames slowly began to gather in the distance.

"That's right, that's it." Voldemort smiled, his boy did have a talent for controlling flames.He looked at the dark red phoenix stretching its wings from the flames with admiration, and the beautiful song from the flames faintly sounded in the air—even though it was born from black magic, it was still extremely beautiful. "You can control it." He whispered the trick in the boy's ear.

Harry tentatively followed suit, and sure enough, he saw a phoenix made of flames flying in the direction of his thoughts, and the pillars of the dungeon turned black because of the flames. Perhaps he heard the song of the phoenix, and Harry subconsciously relaxed himself. Controlled the fire phoenix soaring in the dungeon with novelty, it took a long time before he waved his magic wand reluctantly, and silently said "Smoke disappears".

A wave spread from the magical connection on the tip of the wand to the flame phoenix. Wherever it passed, the devil's flame dissipated as if it had been swallowed.

"Beautiful." Voldemort said softly, raised his hands and clapped gracefully. Harry was a little embarrassed. He only knew the method of cutting off the connection of the devil's fire and then using the flame extinguishing spell after Voldemort explained it. How stupid. Voldemort didn't hesitate to criticize the boy who came up with this idea - this made Harry shut his mouth resentfully, and decided not to tell the man that this idea was thought up by himself watching the Death Eaters.

"How does it feel?" Voldemort watched the boy's sweaty face, and silently stretched out his bone-colored wand and waved it in front of Harry's eyes.Harry found himself feeling fresh and clean again.He nodded excitedly: "I'm not cold anymore."

Harry could still feel the cold power that belonged to Voldemort in his body, but after these few days of devil fire practice, it was no longer unbearably cold.Harry murmured in his heart, he really couldn't imagine how Voldemort could withstand such a cold temperature in the first place, after all, anyone who comes into contact with black magic is not always free from malice.

"Let's go." Voldemort took the boy's hand, and the crystallized ground under his feet had recovered silently, "Wait, don't we need to practice until four o'clock in the afternoon?" "I think you have mastered the devil fire, next You should familiarize yourself with other spells, how about the dark sky."

"I don't like that," Harry couldn't help saying. Voldemort was not surprised at all, he said leisurely, "Or, what about my flying magic?" "Okay." In the dim light of the basement, Harry held his breath.Then, Voldemort's chuckle was heard.

"Five black magic spells in one lesson."

Harry was a little disappointed, and couldn't help but said, "How about two spells?"

"I want to change my mind, how about six spells?" "Okay, okay... just five spells," Harry muttered, as they passed a closed corner door before climbing the stairs, haha Lee's eyes lingered on it for a moment, worried.

"Voldemort, is Nagini alright?" he said proactively in Parseltongue.

"It should be pretty good. I asked for two lambs this morning." Voldemort paused, followed the boy's line of sight, saw the closed corner door, and switched to Parseltongue knowingly, " It seems that the removal of the Horcrux magic just shook her soul a little. She should still need to rest for a while."