Doomed to be an enemy

The duel field was completely turned into ruins, on the day it was built.

The photo of the Dark Lord kissing the savior almost invariably appeared on the front pages of all newspapers.The dynamic photos vividly capture the struggle of the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix. Just from the photos, every hair of the boy he likes is full of reluctance and anger.

This made Voldemort very satisfied.Although this time point was earlier than he expected, under the eyes of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, no media dared to speak nonsense.By the way, Barty Crouch Jr. was in charge of this, and he had a rather subtle look when he met Lucius Malfoy - and so did he.However, the tight schedule only allowed them to look at each other, and then bit the bullet and began to review the manuscripts and photos sent by these media.

What appears in the newspaper must be the most suitable thing after selection.Voldemort had relaxed the requirements for the description of the duel, but on that unexpected outcome, any article that might have questioned Harry Potter was thrown into the fireplace.

This matter cannot be left to anyone at all.The two of them were busy almost until the wee hours of the morning.

Lucius Malfoy was taken aback by the Death Eaters' good intentions - he thought he'd exceeded expectations by balancing good and bad articles.

"The master favors Mr. Potter very much." Barty Crouch Jr. had a meaningful tone.

"Really?" Lucius could only smirk at this, and said in a reserved tone, "It doesn't look very successful." His eyes fell on the photo that was selected out of thousands of people. "I don't think it's an act that Mr Potter likes."

His tone was reserved and noncommittal.

In fact, more than just dislike.

Harry was going crazy.Good, as if he couldn't wait to finish that feud with Voldemort!After Harry finally broke free from the man's forceful kiss, he covered his bleeding lips, and the warm magic suddenly became sharp again——

Thousands of feet of air were suddenly torn, setting off a violent wind.

Before the boy could raise his wand - Voldemort raised his eyebrows and flew into the sky in a silent plume of smoke.

The incomparably violent shock wave covered with golden runes instantly centered on the field and expanded in all directions. The Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix who were fighting were instantly staggered a few times—then there was a deafening explosion!

All 72 Roman columns collapsed in an instant.When the dome of the sky came down, the wizards could no longer care about their opponents.The members of the Order of the Phoenix are full of vampires who have been beaten badly by this spell and fire magic...

After the first shock wave, there was no longer a complete pillar in the duel field—this was originally to break up the rhythm of the vampire's attack.Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening dull bang, and the visible sound waves caused terrible cracks in the building.

——This was originally to confuse the perception of the senior blood race.

The crackling and popping sounds of wizards apparating could be heard endlessly. Those wizards who did not belong to the two camps had already apparated when the turmoil began. The Death Eaters felt that it was not good, and immediately followed suit.

The thousand-foot airflow shrank inward for a moment, and in the next second, the overwhelming airflow suddenly spread like a mountain roar and a tsunami—this move, together with the flames that dispelled the darkness, would be as powerful as a nuclear weapon.

At least those churches in France were captured like this.

The entire duel field collapsed in this violent air current, was swept up by the strong wind, and rolled into the distance——

Ron, who was apparated to the camp by Hermione, followed by Alastor Moody, Remus Lupine, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix watched this scene with lingering fear.The Death Eaters who also apparated not far away couldn't help gasping, thinking that if they were still inside... They couldn't help but hit the big stone that was one person tall crushed by the raging wind. cold war.

"It's a good thing Harry didn't use the fire," said Ron dryly.

Hermione stared at the dilapidated wall delicately, and couldn't help but smile: "I just hope that the Order of the Phoenix won't receive sky-high fines."

The next day's Daily Prophet was out of stock again.

Lucius, who had been busy all night, received letters of thanks from major newspapers.The same is true of Barty Crouch Jr. - Lucius Malfoy laughed at him for a long time for his face smashed by the snow-white letter. For the first time, he was glad that there were more media resources on the Death Eater side. .

As if encouraged by the silence and inaction of the Ministry of Magic last time, this time thousands of anonymous Howler letters, as well as a few letters containing jinxes, were rushed into the Ministry of Magic with owls.Throughout the day, nearly all Ministry employees wore feathers. "Damn it! Who's going to deal with it! Where's the wizard in the Auror office?!" The Minister of Magic, Piers Thinnix, opened the door of the office and was pounced on the face by a flock of startled owls... …Even Hermione, who came back at noon, had a few bird feathers in her loose brown hair.

"Oh, this sucks!" Hermione smiled when she said this, her tone was quite gloating.

After listening to Lupine's description of the duel field incident, Sia Flamel, who was immersed in alchemy, calmly activated the highest security system of the manor. All malicious letters were blocked outside, and the house elf was responsible for burning them down. "This is something that my father is still researching." Sia said with a relaxed tone, "My mother was harassed by my father's suitors for a while, so he studied this."

Harry couldn't help laughing when Voldemort wrote the news of the Ministry of Magic in his diary as a small talk joke, but he immediately shut his mouth as if he didn't see it.Open the notebook, and Voldemort's elegant round characters will appear, and the newly written content will even be highlighted in red.

You can't keep ignoring me, little boy.

It wasn't me who ruined the duel field.Do you want me to send over the mandatory bills stamped by the Ministry of Magic?

This is the end of Voldemort's tirade, and Harry frowned, staring at this slightly threatening sentence. After giving away the entire old manor, his current expenses would have to be counted—— I'm afraid it's not enough stones, Harry thought a little wistfully, picking up his quill reluctantly and writing:

That was ruined by a duel.

Malfoy Manor, Voldemort was sitting in an armchair, staring at the black leather notebook that had been lying on the table. He didn't write with a quill at all.

It only opened when the boy opened it - apparently it had been left open since morning, even though Harry hadn't written a word. Voldemort raised the corners of his lips silently, with a look of indulgence.He raised his arm, tapped the inside page with the tip of his bone-colored wand, and a line of words quickly emerged.

The duel was only for an hour, and that didn't count.

Harry was dumbfounded. He thought for a while about Voldemort's sudden preoccupation, and wrote slowly: So our duel was a draw, that is to say, I don't have to fulfill the promised prize——

Before he could continue writing, Voldemort's handwriting was covered by what he wrote.Harry watched helplessly as his handwriting disappeared.

Well, well, little boy, it's not a good habit to always be against me.

Voldemort Manor will be completed on October [-]th, I hope you can come.

Behind the beautiful round letters, Harry retorted unwillingly: I hope it is a little stronger than the dueling field.

The reaction from the outside world seemed nothing short of miraculous to Harry.Several articles describe their duel - tied in a time-limited draw, culminating in a slight loss for the Savior but the destruction of the dueling arena.It was impossible to say whether it was the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix that suffered.After what Harry said was edited by reporters, it became an argument like "The leader of the Order of the Phoenix himself admitted that the wizarding world does not need a new war, and this view has not been refuted by the mysterious man".

And of course, Voldemort's explosive, forceful kiss after the duel—

……

Perhaps in the eyes of the mysterious person, only Harry Potter, the current leader of the Order of the Phoenix, is a comparable wizard.To be honest, it's not surprising that sparks developed between them, although it now seems that it was only one-sided.

Apart from other things, the conditions of the Dark Lord himself are quite generous.Handsome appearance, good conversation, as the most powerful dark wizard in history, his strength is beyond doubt.According to other sources, the current owner of Gringotts Vault 1, the largest in the wizarding world, is himself.In terms of blood, he also inherited the excellent blood of Slytherin (see the fourth edition of the Slytherin family tree for details).By the way, on the day the Dark Lord's private estate is completed, there will be a private banquet, and only individual reporters are allowed to be present.Whether Mr. Porter will attend at that time, let us continue to look forward to it.

—Reporting by Lane Dodge, Magic Facts.

In the study, Harry threw the same-looking ball of newspaper into the fireplace.

A little complexity flashed in those emerald green eyes.He probably understood what Voldemort was thinking now, just as the other party had promised in that dream, Voldemort took everything on the identity of the Dark Lord.As long as you maintain a forced posture.

But Harry was a little reluctant.Indeed, this saves him from having to face the questioning of his good friends and elders and the doubts of the public.But Harry wanted to do something, not just watch Voldemort take it all.

As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, today is also not very peaceful.Chateau LeMay received various suggestions from members of the society.Harry always encountered various letters of condolences when he was dealing with official duties.The Weasley brothers also sent in new products from their joke shop.

"Real perfume?" Harry glanced suspiciously at the label on the crystal bottle.Opened the stationery - in fact it was a simple slogan.

Want to know if the love in your mouth is real or fake?

Spray on perfume, those who love you will be crazy for you, and liars will make fools of themselves.

PS: New products, please promote more.

At the bottom of the parchment were two smiling faces of the Weasley brothers.A feeling of warmth rose in Harry.Apparently this was for him.However, thinking of the twins' previous convictions, Harry still carefully put away the bottle of perfume.

"Let's hope they don't mess up what's inside this time," Harry muttered, imagining himself sprayed with love potion and going to a dinner party, and couldn't help shivering.Pushing these things aside, he flipped through other documents and wrote down his suggestions and opinions.There is also a part of the reporting nature, and there are a few crumpled parchment papers sandwiched between the tax reports of the Cindrik Magic Bazaar.Harry unfolded them and saw that it was a petition.

Harry frowned, grabbed the black leather notebook, and scribbled: Is Diagon Alley still vacant?You didn't even develop an industry there?

In Malfoy Manor, Voldemort, who was listening to a report from a few Death Eaters who had returned from Italy, stared at the crooked handwriting slanted from the spine to the footer, couldn't help turning the book upside down, and pointed at the boy. In the direction of writing, he simply tapped the notebook with his fingertips:

Did anyone say anything to you?A petition?

Harry couldn't help but write:

how do you know?

The Ministry of Magic is the official institution, not the Order of the Phoenix, my boy.

There was a sly taste in Voldemort's handwriting, Harry bit the penholder, and wrote slowly: You really know, why didn't you agree?Since you didn't buy property there.

Where the paper was blank, it took a while for words to appear:

I have better plans.

After entering October, the weather becomes a little wet and cold.

The Order of the Phoenix organized a meeting.In addition to reporting work, the Order of the Phoenix Research Institute, which has always been in concept, was also established.Harry's take is that they're going to focus partly on that. "Potter, when do you plan to leave on the [-]th?" Alastormoody said suddenly when the show was about to end.His demonic eyes stared impassively at their leader.

Harry was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "It's about six o'clock in the afternoon." This made the atmosphere of the meeting a bit weird.Alastor Moody had a serious expression on his scarred face: "I will arrange for a few people to go with you, and remember not to drink what the dark wizard gave you." Harry could only nod, and waited until everyone had left , Siah Lemay deliberately stayed: "Are you nervous?"

"Number Nine's banquet? No, not at all," said Harry.After the wizards left, the living room seemed empty.Thea waved her wand and pulled two chairs over. "Actually, they are much more nervous than you." The elder sat down and gracefully extended his hand to motion for Harry to sit opposite. "I don't quite understand," said Harry, sinking himself into the armchair.

Sia Flamel crossed her fingertips on her knees, "How should I put it? They are more worried that this is a conspiracy by Voldemort, although it doesn't look like it to me." He watched with warm gray eyes The young leader of the Order of the Phoenix blinked lightly, "If I'm not mistaken, your magic hidden danger has disappeared, right?"

Harry was taken aback, which made his breathing stop instinctively, but he remained calm on the face. "During the battle in the Vatican, I absorbed the power of Abhias and neutralized it." His palms were sweating immediately, Harry explained.

"Oh, don't be nervous, Harry, I don't mean to blame." Sia Flamel laughed, "I only found out about this after listening to Remus, after all, the magical power of transformation is quite domineering, I remember you couldn't use magic to put them out." He blinked, "I'm just saying, I'm happy with the result, Harry." He paused, then continued, "So, whether you absorb the power of the demon , or accepted the help of a wizard..."

Cia Flamay kindly puts enough time into it.

"Don't let some things get in your way. If you decide, I trust your judgment, as does the Order of the Phoenix." Sia Flamel coughed, "But—" He took out a piece of wood the size of a Rubik's Cube from his pocket Box, lowered his voice, "This is my latest work, the smallest disappearing cabinet. The other one is in your bedroom."

Harry stared blankly at the mentor-like elder stuffing the precious thing into his hands, and stood up calmly, "Then, have a nice night, I think, I have to check the warning magic After all, that thing only guards against the wizards outside, and Merlin knows that it will suddenly go wrong one day."

"Monsieur Flamel," Harry couldn't help saying, "you—"

"Shh... what am I?"

Sia Lemay put her index finger in front of her lips, and pointed at Harry with a smile, "I don't know anything, the weather is bad enough today, isn't it?" Harry nodded subconsciously , watching the back of the wise wizard leaving, finally stuffed this miniature disappearing cabinet into his robe.

October [-]th seemed like a normal day.However, Harry found that he had fewer official tasks at hand, and after only three hours he found that his desk was empty.He stared at the quill in his hand for a while before he heard footsteps.Noldor Prewett knocked on the door, "Harry." The young wizard said relaxedly, "Are you free now?"

Seeing Harry nodding, Noldo shrugged and pulled out a row of pulley hangers from behind with a teasing expression. "These are the dresses you received recently. We had Madam Malkin, but it looks like you have more options."

"I received it?"

Looking at the row of dress robes being pushed in through the door, Harry felt a little silly holding the quill.He sneezed at the high-end incense mixed with these clothes. "Oh, sorry." Harry held his nose.

"During this time, Mr. Malfoy's assistant has helped you handle hundreds of such packages. These are all harmless after investigation." Nuo Duo couldn't help laughing, "Choose slowly, dear leader." He said He backed out, closing the door graciously.

It took Harry a while to come back to his senses.These gowns look great and any one of them would be a great piece on its own.He guessed that Mr. Malfoy might have withheld all the things that didn't meet the aesthetic requirements.Harry couldn't help waving his wand, and after a few air-cleaning deodorizing spells, he stood up from his seat and approached the hanger.

This time, the members of the Order of the Phoenix seemed to be stimulated by the Death Eaters, and Harry didn't know how Hagrid did it.He persuaded four snow-white unicorns to help pull the cart.In fact, the carriages were all handmade under the direction of Lucius Malfoy.They used precious magic rattan that is most suitable for guiding magic power, and the shape is light and elegant.

"But it's a long way to go," said Harry mildly.His dark gray robe was unbuttoned, and the black vest inside and the trousers of the same color as the robe outlined a tight and beautiful waistline.Inside is a dark blue shirt with a dark purple tie of the same tone.It looks very temperamental.The dark green robe and white shirt that Harry originally chose according to the dress were collectively rejected by two wizards, Lucius Malfoy and Cia Flamel.

"This is a public image, and it has to be distinguished from attending a banquet." Lucius said, picking a few clothes from the rack and stuffing them for him without hesitation.It looks good now.At least Cia Flamel smiled with satisfaction.

Harry felt dressed as two tall guards—this time Alastor Moody contacted his two good friends, Medivh Barton and Benedict Burns, privately according to Noah What a grinning introduction, a dozen of their guards can't beat these two people together - when he said this, there were bruises on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Potter, please get in the car." Medivh had a beard and his tone was flat.

He didn't follow Harry until he had climbed into the carriage.Benedict be kinder. "Sit down!" he yelled.The cabin is as spacious as a tent, and everyone even has their own compartment.Harry picked one near the window.

The carriage shook and began to move forward silently.Harry barely felt the jolt.Hearing Benedict's voice, he quickly sat upright, and the next second his back was pressed against the partition, a feeling of weightlessness made Harry's eyes widen in surprise.He couldn't help but look out the window.

The vast hills are rapidly shrinking, and the sky is filling the entire field of vision. "Can unicorns still fly?" Harry was a little skeptical about his grades in Protection of Magical Creatures.

Where he couldn't see, the unicorn was running vigorously in mid-air. His whole body was bathed in the sunset, and his four feet were cushioned by mithril-made hoofs. The light of the alchemy circle.

They faced the afterglow of the setting sun, and finally at six o'clock, Harry saw the eye-catching large manor below.The wizard inside looked up at the sky, and there was a burst of exclamation. When their carriage flew by above, Harry heard a witch say enviously: "That is the Louis XIV rose, it must be It's for Mr. Potter." "Maybe it's just a show for the banquet?" "Don't be silly, this is a famous breed among Muggles..."

The rest of the words were blurred by the wind.They flew over the tower, and a large building in front of them flew backwards. As the ground got closer and closer, Harry suddenly held his breath, his emerald green eyes staring in surprise at the thousands of feet near Voldemort's manor, where they landed The dark red roses blooming at the same time, the petals spread out in circles, exhaling a strange fragrance, like a heat wave blowing towards the face.

Harry had never seen a rose of such a strange color, dark red and purple, a little lighter at the edges.But very beautiful and luxurious.

He realized what it meant, and his cheeks felt a little hot.Embarrassed, Harry gave himself a Cooling Charm.When he got out of the carriage, Voldemort came out to meet him himself.His pitch-black robe slid across the steps and grass, and the color of the rose turned to mysterious black because of the dark magic power.It's like a welcome lane that gradually unfolds spontaneously.

Harry saw the editor and photographer of the Daily Prophet not far away.He immediately restrained all the thoughts and expressions that shouldn't be there, and walked on this road gradually surrounded by black roses without fear. "Rare guest, my boy."

Voldemort chuckled, his black eyes fixed on the approaching Harry.

He stretched out his left hand, silently.

Harry didn't answer these words, he looked at Voldemort fixedly, without flinching or avoiding in his emerald green eyes: "I don't have an invitation."

Voldemort smiled as charmingly as a poppy.

"You don't need it," he said softly.