Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry walked into this luxurious manor, he found that the banquet extended from the entire hall on the first floor of the manor to the front courtyard, and only the back garden was quiet without any bustle.The Ministry of Magic performance band was playing a soothing tune on the stage. They gathered together in twos and threes to talk about wizards and wizards. They stopped and watched them walk in. Their eyes subconsciously rested on the very temperamental leader of the Order of the Phoenix today, and they let out a soft low. sigh.

Their eyes turned to regret, there were no fools here, and they didn't dare to go up and join in the fun when the Dark Lord made it clear that he was going after the Savior-although the Dark Lord seems to have fallen out of favor with the Killing Curse recently.

All kinds of cryptic and unclear eyes made Harry's scalp tingle a little.

"Our most difficult guest has arrived." Voldemort's voice softly entered everyone's ears.He gazed at the boy surrounded by two guards with admiration, and he knew that this was a masterpiece of the Malfoy family as soon as he thought about it.His eyes wandered to Harry's waistline, his throat felt a little dry - oh, he missed the boy's warm body.

"Now, the dinner party begins."

The soothing music that gradually weakened changed its style and became cheerful and active.The main members of the Death Eaters were present, as well as the directors of Gringotts, several German wizards, and Harry also saw French and Italians.

Voldemort calmly picked up a glass of golden-brown wine on a table in the shape of a fancy wine glass.Harry's thoughts were interrupted.

"You're late, my boy." Voldemort put the glass under his nose and sniffed lightly, his gestures and gestures were intoxicating and pleasing to the eye.His eyes slid across the two silent guards calmly, and his tone was casual. "I don't like to wait, but that's okay." Voldemort slowly raised the corners of his lips, showing a smile:

"As the owner of the place, I think I should buy you a drink, don't I?"

Harry was about to refuse - he didn't know what bad idea the other party was playing now, his temporary guard, Medivh, had already picked up a glass of low-strength wine on the waiter's tray, and passed it to Harry's eyelids calmly under.

"Okay." Harry blinked, remembering Moody's instructions, he took it and held it in his hand.This made Voldemort narrow his eyes slightly, not surprising how closely the Order of the Phoenix protected the boy - after the accident in the dueling arena last time.He graciously ignored it, but raised his glass, and the spicy and mellow wine slid down his throat. Voldemort didn't like this drink very much, and he rarely drank it.

Harry found that the taste of what he drank in his mouth was sour and sweet, almost without the taste of alcohol.So there was such wine at the banquet?

He suddenly felt that his previous behavior was a bit silly.

Seeing the boy licking his lips childishly, Voldemort burst out laughing, and gave up his idea for tonight—he had to do something before the heat of public opinion faded. He planned to send the drunk boy to the Order of the Phoenix himself. Carriage, it seems a little impossible.

"Some of the wizards who came here today are quite concerned about the Ministry of Magic's decision to resume business—" He caught the boy's surprised gaze, raised the corners of his lips, and then looked away, "and determination." He said softly, Since the Order of the Phoenix was watching so closely, he might as well talk to the boy about business.

"I think the single business model of Diagon Alley needs to be improved, and wizards should have more and better options." Voldemort put down his glass, motioning for Harry to talk while walking.The latter walked beside him and thought for a while, then he understood a bit: "Do you want the Order of the Phoenix's magic fair to cooperate?"

"For some reason, yes." Voldemort did not deny it.The magic bazaar of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​known for its safety, and it is quite popular in times of war.But the advantages of peaceful times are not obvious.He didn't mind giving up some benefits to the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry wanted to sigh, he knew that today must not be a simple banquet. "Then what do you want to do?" He threw the question to the other party, feeling a little depressed for no reason.The emotion transmitted from the boy made the corners of Voldemort's lips curl up, "How do you think Diagon Alley is directly connected to all the magic commercial streets?" He said calmly.

They walked across the flat lawn and were heading towards the magnificent hall. Voldemort's tall figure was enveloped by the warm candlelight, and even the ominous black robe was not so terrifying.Harry was taken aback by Voldemort's plan: "Is there permanent trans-regional magic in the wizarding world?"

Benedict and Medivh looked at each other and couldn't help holding their breath.There is indeed no precedent in this regard. The Vanishing Cabinet is an experimental product, but it is not stable and is not suitable for frequent use.Hearing that, Voldemort laughed, "That's not what you should care about, little boy."

"But in this way, the registration requirement for wizards entering the country becomes empty." They walked up the stairs, and Harry frowned instinctively. He also didn't know about this bill until Hermione entered the Legal Affairs Department. "North America and Germany are rich in dark wizards—" Harry paused just in time, remembering that the most dangerous one was right in front of him.

Voldemort silently revealed a charming smile: "They dare not."

In fact, commercial unification is only his first step.The ultimate goal is to unify the Ministry of Magic of all countries.Of course, at this time, he wouldn't reveal such a sensitive matter to the boy so quickly, he had to see something, so that the boy he liked could talk. Voldemort thought, his tone a little casual, "The Ministry of Magic will issue relevant laws. Even if Azkaban is not deterrent enough, there are other ways of punishment."

They walked into the foyer, the marble floor was covered by beautiful patterned carpets, the dome was engraved with colorful paintings that could change, the starlight and moonlight were gathered by the glass above, and projected onto the ground like tulle-this design made candles Where it cannot be illuminated is still bright.The pillars against the wall are polished round and shiny, shining brightly under the illumination of the golden topaz crystal lamps hanging from the dome.

This magnificent appearance stunned Harry for a while.The decoration here is very expensive but not vulgar. He has never been to such a place. Voldemort didn't miss the surprise in the boy's eyes, he silently took advantage of the boy's recovery, and stretched out his hand to hold the other's wrist: "I've prepared dinner for you, my boy."

When Harry came to his senses, they had already walked into the living room. A dining table that could accommodate more than 20 people was placed in front of the fireplace. The white tablecloth was covered with golden enamel plates full of delicious food. Delicate candlesticks burning white wax.Dryness and warmth caressed the skin, not many people came here to pick up food, in fact no one would be so stupid as to really bury their heads in the dinner at Voldemort's dinner.

In front of the fireplace, two comfortable-looking armchairs were set up, separated only by a round table with two cutlery.

"When are you going to announce this to the public?" Harry broke away from the man's hand and sat down under the man's gesture.He found that there were no extra chairs here, but the two guards were already standing silently behind him.

"Just recently." Voldemort stroked his wand, and then, Harry saw a Death Eater hurrying over: "Master." "Dinner." Voldemort paused, "Two." He chuckled inexplicably , "It looks like Mr. Potter will have to go home hungry if I don't taste it."

Harry pretended not to hear the sarcasm, and said, "You want the Order of the Phoenix to support your decision, but you don't have a specific plan..." "No, no, no, my boy." Voldemort's tone revealed A bit joking and cunning, "The specific things are for the lower classes, and what I'm discussing with you is about benefits." He said patiently, "Commercial tax, Cindrik's Magic Bazaar——I remember the name ——You only need to pay [-]% to the Ministry of Magic to join this rank, and correspondingly, I can promise you [-]% of the taxes of other commercial streets.”

Harry smiled wryly, realizing that he should be bringing an economic negotiator instead of two big Aurors today.He knew that Voldemort's conditions were quite generous, and taxes were an important source of income for the Ministry of Magic. Once the business resources of the entire wizarding world were integrated, this would not be a small amount.

"You gave me such a large share, what about the others?" Harry had to say.

He wasn't quite sure what Voldemort's intention was, the other party wouldn't harm him, but not necessarily for the Order of the Phoenix, he tried hard to think about all the possibilities.His eyebrows were subconsciously furrowed. Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and a smile flashed in his black eyes: "Actually, the Ministry of Magic will get [-]%, the Death Eaters [-]%, and the last [-]% will be the money distributed." He said softly.

A burst of food aroma interrupted Harry's thoughts. A dinner plate was placed in front of him. After the silver cover was lifted, a red sea crab appeared in front of him.Followed by salads, soups, aperitifs and a seafood pot.

Medivh frowned, but was held back by Benedict and shook his head slightly.

Staring at the big red guy, Harry was a little dumbfounded.He had never eaten such a thing. Voldemort admired the boy's embarrassment enough, so he unhurriedly stretched out his hand to pick up the table knife, reached under the shell of the sea crab in front of the boy, and peeled off the shell that the chef had peeled off, revealing the fragrant crab underneath. cake.

"I'm afraid such a decision will be resisted. How many countries' Ministry of Magic have you persuaded?" Harry asked with embarrassment. Voldemort withdrew his hand calmly, and said, "Italy, France, and Germany." All countries directly participated in the Vampire War.Harry understood why Voldemort would give up such a big advantage, because the Order of the Phoenix currently has unparalleled prestige in these three countries.

This made Harry hesitate. Voldemort seemed to know his concerns, and continued: "The Ministry of Magic of these three countries will publicly support my decision. This is a purely diplomatic means and decision, and our people will be responsible for the tax. .”

Harry tried to think of loopholes against the Order of the Phoenix, which made the sumptuous dinner a little tasteless.According to Voldemort, the system of the wizarding world needs to be reformed, and this is just a small trial...

"You don't have to rush to answer," Voldemort said in an unhurried tone. "The weather is fine today, are you interested in going for a walk in the back garden with me?" His black eyes glanced at the two guards without emotion, "Privately."

"Mr. Potter." Medivh couldn't help but said, "It's almost nine o'clock, it's time to go back."

"09:30, I'll send you out, or..." Voldemort smiled a dangerous smile, "stay tonight."

Medivh closed his mouth with an ugly expression.

Benedict coughed and broke the embarrassment: "Mr. Potter, we are waiting for you outside the garden." "Thank you." Harry nodded, watching the two Aurors being invited to the lounge by the Death Eaters. "Harry..." Voldemort's soft voice made Harry turn around, "What?"

"Let's go."

Voldemort's obsidian-like eyes stared at the boy he liked, and there was something exciting in them.

With the cold and damp evening wind passing through the luxuriant flowers, it becomes gentle and brings a little fragrance.That is not the smell of roses.A lake-style fountain diffuses the water in the garden.The warm-colored ground lamp hidden among the flowers illuminates the way to and from.Occasionally plaster-colored statues can still be seen.They strolled along such a small road, and the atmosphere was subtle and ambiguous.

There was no one here, after all, Harry thought.

Tall shrubs block any view of the vestibule.As soon as you walk in, the hustle and bustle behind you is small.Harry couldn't believe there was no work of magic in it.

"Harry..."

Voldemort stopped, his voice as light as flower petals rubbing together.

They stood under a dense tree shade, Harry's emerald green eyes were bright and clear, the man's shadow wrapped around him like a snake, he rarely resisted, and let Voldemort hold him in his arms silently.He listened to the other person's familiar steady pulse, and the smell of clean clothes without any fragrance, but Harry felt a little nostalgic.

"I miss you." Voldemort said softly, poking his fingertips into the boy's disobedient hair, and kissed lightly on his forehead without lust, but Harry felt his scalp go numb, and his heart was a little bit stimulated along his back. Get up in a hurry.He raised his hand unconsciously to caress the man's waistline, and his fingertips penetrated into Voldemort's robe - this made them press tightly.

Harry could have sworn he heard Voldemort's sudden pause in his breathing, and he was almost aching as the man rubbed him into his arms. "No, little boy." Voldemort's lips touched his forehead, his fingertips lifted the boy's chin, his black eyes were deeper than the night sky, and more dangerous, "Not today, you have to go from here as normal Get out here."

Voldemort's voice was soft and hissing, it was Parseltongue.Harry unconsciously used the same language: "But I miss you too."

Damn it... Voldemort sighed inwardly, the boy had made his efforts almost in vain with just one word.He took a deep breath, lowered his head softly and restrainedly to bite Harry's lips, rubbed and licked them lightly with the tip of his tongue, oh, the boy he admired had never been more cooperative and enthusiastic than before.

After a while, they parted slightly, and Voldemort raised his hand, and stroked the boy's rosy lips with his index finger—the color immediately became normal. "My boy, wait a little longer, we will be together soon."

Harry looked at him fixedly, and suddenly smiled. There was a cunning in those emerald green eyes that made Voldemort's heart itch: "Before then, there is a better way, I just don't know..." The boy he admired Pretending to be mysterious, he hesitated. Voldemort raised his eyebrows and made a cooperative look of waiting, Harry blinked, "I just don't know if you dare or not."

Voldemort thought about it quickly, and based on the boy's words, he had a vague guess.

"There is no place where the Dark Lord dare not go." A charming smile appeared on his handsome face, and he kissed the corner of the boy's smiling mouth, "Is it the Portkey?"

Harry's emerald green eyes remained unchanged: "I think I should go." Before the man could react, he had already stepped back from the other's arms, and then, he showed a bright smile at Voldemort, who raised his eyebrows , did not miss the boy's flushed ears.After a while, he raised his hand to catch the black shadow that was only the size of a Rubik's cube.

In just a few seconds, the boy he wanted turned and ran - as if a dozen Death Eaters were chasing him.

Before reaching the garden gate, Harry caught his breath, ignoring his pounding heart - he must be crazy to actually give that thing to Voldemort.Harry used several cooling spells on himself, until the sweat dripped down, and he walked out with a calm expression.

"Mr. Potter."

At the black and gold wrought iron gate, Medivh and Benedict were chatting, and when they saw him coming out, they immediately became refreshed.

"Let's go."

"Now?" Benedict was a little surprised. He glanced behind Harry, but he didn't see the mysterious person who should be following.Frowning slightly, the old Auror winked at his old friend.Slowly and steadily, they escorted Harry towards the gate.

The pace is neither rushed nor slow.

"Mr. Potter." "Mr. Potter..." Many wizards greeted along the way, and Harry nodded to them in return.After a few minutes, they left the manor - the Death Eaters seemed to ignore them.Four snow-white unicorns are standing or lying down, wandering gracefully outside the flowers.Their soft eyes looked at the three wizards who were walking quickly, and when Harry approached, one of them leaned closer to sniff his cheek, shook his mane and stood up.

The other three unicorns immediately stood up straight, and when Harry climbed into the carriage, less than a minute later, the carriage shook and flew into the air.Fade away in the night.

Voldemort's beautiful obsidian-like eyes watched this scene, and he returned to the front yard from the back garden after a while. "Master." A Death Eater came to report the departure of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.Before the banquet started, Voldemort had promised not to interfere with the boy's behavior.Not surprised at all at the moment, his tone was a bit casual: "Tell them, the banquet is over, and Voldemort Manor will be closed at ten o'clock."

The wizard who left must have dissatisfaction that he dared not express, but so what? Voldemort chuckled silently, this time, he would not change a single word written by the media.