Doomed to be an enemy

The damp and cold air becomes dry and warm under the burning of the fire.Harry changed from his fitted dress robes to just his nightgown - which made him feel relaxed, but unfortunately not sleepy at all.Harry rubbed his neck, and got himself a copy of "Comprehensive Explanation of Ancient Runes" to pass the time.He climbed into bed and curled himself up in the soft comforter.While flipping through the yellowed parchment pages, he listened nervously to the movements in the room.

Her wet hair gradually dries in the warmth of the room.The words in front of him turned into meaningless symbols. Harry stared at the picture on it, and couldn't help but look again at the tightly closed carved cabinet—he only had this one.

But the small alarm clock on the bedside has already pointed to 11:30.Suspicion flickered in Harry's emerald green eyes.He simply threw the book aside, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed.The closet was opened silently, and the clothes inside were all put into the extra top box, and now it is empty.

No, at least not yet.

"what is this?"

Harry noticed a piece of parchment lying quietly at the bottom of the cabinet.He knelt down, prodded with his wand, and turned cautiously over.

For tomorrow, it is better to be cautious.

Good night my boy.

The beautiful and familiar round characters appeared on the back of the paper, and it took Harry several seconds to understand the meaning, and suddenly a feeling of embarrassment mixed with anger permeated every strand of his hair from the bottom of his heart. "Bastard!" "Don't brag to me about going anywhere next time!" Harry snapped the parchment with his wand, but it didn't solve the growing heat in his cheeks.

He decided to have a good laugh at Voldemort to his face.

Fuck his caution, is that word in the Dark Lord's dictionary?Harry stared at the burned sentence, feeling stupid for waiting an hour.Perhaps the best thing to do right now is to go back to bed and act like this never happened.

Did not happen?

Harry laughed back angrily, and without hesitation he clenched his wand tightly and went into the cabinet. "Pray I don't catch you," he muttered bitterly.

Riding the disappearing cabinet is a very strange feeling, just like flying in the air, not so exciting, but has a feeling of erratic.Several times Harry heard indistinct voices—like through a door—but they disappeared quickly.

The dizziness made Harry hold on to the wooden wall - he almost thought he was in a washing machine, yes, a washing machine.The moment this idea appeared in his mind, a force threw him out, and he realized that the disappearing cabinet had stopped, and the dazzling candlelight in front of him made Harry realize that the door of the cabinet at this end was open !

This made Harry's eyes widen, and he watched as he stumbled and fell into a generous chest—Voldemort caught the boy he wanted accurately, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Look who this is." He staggered when he was bumped by the boy, and quickly regained his balance. The man put his arm around him, and a playful voice rang in Harry's ear.Bright lights flickered in front of his eyes, and the luxurious carpet in his vision was wrinkled by the two of them.Harry shook his dizzy head, not giving the man a chance to speak at all—

"The cage appears!"

Without hesitation, Harry waved his wand behind Voldemort's back, enunciating clearly.

So, while the man was still hugging the boy he wanted, a golden light snake climbed up his elbow and quickly circled around his wrist. Harry lowered his head and got out of Voldemort's arms, raised his wand high, and the tip of the wand There is a thin golden light connected to this malevolent spell.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, silently staring at the embrace that became Sora, and he looked at the shackles on his wrists, "It seems that your spell transformation has made great progress." He said slowly.

"Because I have the best professors in the world, don't I?"

Harry smiled triumphantly, his emerald green eyes looking at the man as if he were his prey.This made Voldemort laugh, heartily.After a long while, he disregarded the gradually tightening shackles—that brought both hands together—and leisurely slightly raised his wrist, "Don't be nervous, I'm yours now." Voldemort said softly, showing a charming With an ambiguous smile, he indicated that he didn't have a wand in his hand.

Only then did Harry relax a little bit. He turned his eyes away and tried to suppress the psychological embarrassment... Oh, Harry, it's not okay to retreat now. "Follow me," he said in a commanding tone. Voldemort tilted his head with interest, but there was no smile in his black eyes, the gaze almost seemed to climb physically onto his skin - it made Harry a little numb.

Voldemort was wearing a black nightgown, moving silently,

But Harry couldn't help but backed away, obviously he locked the opponent's hands, but Voldemort's approach still made him nervous.There was a lazy expression on that handsome face, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, just when they were about to step into the disappearing cabinet——

"Harry..." Voldemort suddenly called softly.

"I have a whole soul now."

Harry paused, and didn't understand the meaning immediately. He instinctively looked at the man's wrist, and the golden light slowly disappeared like a thread being unraveled, "The reason why the spell Transfiguration was abandoned by wizards is... …" Voldemort struggled slowly, "You—" Harry felt dizzy, the backlash of the failed spell made him hold the wooden door with both hands, and Voldemort's soft hiss sound seemed to be everywhere in the air, "it It will destabilize the spell and make it easy to catch loopholes."

Harry's mind was buzzing, and the reaction to the spell's failure was milder than he'd imagined, but longer.

Then Voldemort's breath approached silently like a snake, with a little smile: "Look, this is the benefit of hiding one's hand, my boy." The slender fingers slid along the cheek playfully, Harry Narrowing his emerald green eyes, he glared at the man who took his wand out of his robes.

Estimated the speed of his own spell casting and the speed of the man's reaction in the duel.Harry gave up.

"What do you want?" he asked a little discouraged.

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips: "How?" He repeated the word softly, and his bone-colored wand gently slid past Harry's eyes, "The cage..."

"Reveal," Voldemort said softly.

Voldemort had never used this spell before. Among the more vicious spells, its effect was very ordinary, and it required the use of one's own will as the root. Who could always maintain full concentration?However, a second before the spell took effect, Harry suddenly yanked the man into the cabinet, raised his wand, and cast the spell as fast as he could.

"Close it quickly!"

The cabinet door was slammed shut roughly.Harry was breathing quickly. In the darkness, he pressed against Voldemort tightly. When his thighs touched the man's hard and hot belly, Harry's breathing stagnated, and then his slender fingers pinched him precisely. jaw. Voldemort's lips touched the bridge of Harry's nose, and then he kissed him lightly, slowly reaching his lips. "Bold boy." Voldemort's voice was a little hoarse, "Aren't you afraid that they are framing you?" Lips pressed against each other, even though they were on the verge of breaking out, Voldemort just stretched out his hand to hold the boy silently. Holding him in his arms, "No, it won't." Harry said instinctively, the gesture made him realize that the man must have stretched out his wand in the dark, probably against the door of the cabinet.

After a short period of dizziness, the disappearing cabinet stopped.A warm light shines through the gap in the door.Harry heard a thin voice:

"That's enough, Fleet, shut up, you're too loud!" "I'm telling you, Skeeter, there's no way I'm leaving my camera behind! We shouldn't have barged in!" Another voice Visibly very nervous.This made Rita Skeeter exasperated, "You can become an owl, why be nervous?" Te, do you dare to say that you can sneak under the nose of the mysterious person?"

Rita Skeeter's tone suddenly became dry: "I have an inside line, I don't need to sneak in."

"The Order of the Phoenix, you don't have an insider?!" The man's tone mocked, "Mr. Potter will come back anytime, he is not a little boy, he is the leader of the Order of the Phoenix! If he finds out, you will have your press card revoked." Go ahead. Oh, maybe there's Azkaban waiting for you."

"That's impossible!" Rita Skeeter said hurriedly, "He's not a Mysterious Man, he doesn't have that much power—"

"Actually, I have."

The cabinet door opened.Holding the limp little black snake in his arms, Harry walked out slowly.He held his wand aloft in his right hand. "You scared my baby." Harry's emerald green eyes stared coldly at the two wizards who were frozen in front of the window sill.

Rita Skeeter, in her velvet gown, with a piece of jewelry missing from her glasses, looks haggard and excited, a comically frozen expression on her cheek.And the face of a wizard holding a camera next to him was starting to turn blue.

"Mr. Potter, I..." He couldn't speak, his eyes wandered uneasily, obviously looking for a reason eagerly, he didn't think anyone would like a sudden and uninvited guest, and he still brought malicious.But what can he say?Becoming an Animagus when a migrating owl stumbles in?

He hesitated.

Harry's attention was not on him, he stared at the female reporter who stood up uncomfortably and supported the glasses frame. "Baby?" Rita Skeeter's tone was raised, and her eyes kept scanning the unobstructed cabinet and the black snake in Harry's arms, as if she wanted to study it from inside to outside. ,

"He doesn't have a good appetite today, and he's a little afraid of light, I'm coaxing him inside." Harry raised the corners of his lips without emotion: "I'm a Parseltongue, so I should have a considerable advantage in raising snakes, right? ? I thought it wasn't news anymore."

He pointed his wand right at the female reporter, "Now let's discuss the charges against you for trespassing on private estates, and even, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix."

Harry's tone didn't fluctuate: "If I don't hold you accountable, are you willing to correct her?"

It took Fleet a while to realize that the other party was talking to him, "Oh, of course!" He immediately straightened up in flattery. "Flyt! Don't forget you—" "Swoon!" Harry cursed before she could speak.

The witch was pushed against the window sill by the huge force of the spell, and fell to the ground with a bang—her glasses were tilted to one side, and a lump bulged on her head, looking quite distressed.

When Harry's gaze shifted to the photographer, "I'll do it myself." Fleet gave himself a stun spell quite simply—he didn't forget to put the camera back when he fell to the ground. Hug tightly in my arms.

Harry put the motionless black snake under his quilt, and called the guards.Two uninvited guests were delivered to the Noldor. "Merlin's pants, how did they get in?!" The young man in the role of the chief guard was extremely surprised.Harry calmly reminded: "The owl is on the way. I suspect that these two wizards are unregistered Animagus. Please ask the Ministry of Magic to take them away after dawn."

After Nodupwitt left, the room suddenly fell silent.

Harry cast several spells on his own door before he climbed into bed and carefully lifted the covers.The black snake, shrunk down by black magic, raised its head, half of its fangs exposed, and relaxed again when it saw Harry. "You're satisfied now, little boy," Voldemort said weakly.

"Feel sorry."

Harry said guiltily.A snake that big being shrunk down—it must be uncomfortable.But Voldemort was right, too big snake pets were not easy to explain, and Harry found that Voldemort was indeed very cruel sometimes.He caressed the opponent's scales carefully, which made the tip of the black snake's tail move, looking listless.Harry felt a little distressed, he hesitated and said in Parseltongue, "How long will you be like this?" He took out the yew wand from his robe, and although Voldemort didn't speak, he climbed onto it possessively. A bone-colored wand, with a flick of its tail.

"Several hours." Black Snake rolled his body and said uncomfortably, "Little boy, you started the fire, so at least you can help..." Voldemort's tone rarely became annoyed, "Why are there so many people in your manor? The smell of a female snake?"

Harry was startled, and it took him a while to realize the meaning of Voldemort's words. "What do you want me to do?" He looked at the black snake, which was not as thick as a baby's arm, and his tone was a little embarrassed and tactful. "Hey, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Voldemort hissed dissatisfiedly, "This is a ten times smaller size."

Harry tactfully did not refute Voldemort, who was becoming irritable.Following the other party's instructions, he stroked his fingers down the black snake's soft abdomen - this was a rather novel feeling, he could even feel the strong heartbeat when passing by the heart, the snake's body had no temperature, it was cold.Until he touched a certain place, the black snake suddenly curled up and twisted around his hand, and Harry felt a softness somewhere in his heart.

He carefully changed the intensity of the massage according to the hissing sound from Voldemort, not caring at all about the domineering appearance of the other party, this man was showing his weakness to the boy he liked without hesitation.Harry only felt that the black snake suddenly relaxed when the snake's body twisted around his finger bones and his arm bones ached.It got into the quilt lazily, "Go to sleep." The hissing sound was vague and inaudible, Harry smiled, washed his hands, and he got into the quilt together.

"Good night," he said.

After a long while, the black snake, who managed to get out of the quilt and put it on the pillow, raised his head and stared at Harry with his eyes closed. "Good night, my boy," he said softly.

In the middle of the night, Harry vaguely felt himself being pulled into a warm embrace, much hotter than the air.He retracted subconsciously, and fell asleep even more soundly.When Harry woke up, Voldemort was gone.

The quilt on his body was tightly packed, and there was no mess like being kicked away before.Harry stared at the grain of the ceiling and couldn't help but smile.

Early the next morning, facing Mr. Cia LeMay's teasing smile, "Hey, Harry, I heard you have a pet snake? Huh?" He focused on the word snake.Harry was suddenly a little embarrassed, "I met by chance." He responded vaguely.Fortunately, this matter did not cause much trouble, but it is worth mentioning that after the Ministry of Magic received the letter, it sent the law enforcement team of the Wizengamot Supreme Court directly in the early morning to arrest Rita Skye. Te and the photographer Flett were taken away together - the latter's face was pitifully pale, you must know that these law enforcement teams were used to specifically lock up dark wizards, and most of those guys were thrown into Azkaban .

Harry didn't know what happened next, but the newspapers were calm.Only a few media outlets wrote about the luxury of Voldemort's manor and were lucky enough to photograph the roses blooming at the same time. The photo of Voldemort welcoming the leader of the Order of the Phoenix in person appeared vividly on the paper, and his thoughts were clearly revealed.It's a pity that the Order of the Phoenix didn't give any response, and Harry Potter, the protagonist, certainly didn't.The tone of the reporter's writing here was quite regrettable and regrettable, which made Harry a little uncomfortable. Should he agree to it on the spot with great emotion?He snorted coldly in his heart, he didn't want to know how many wizards Voldemort had recruited to create momentum.

Fortunately, most of the front pages were still long-winded introductions to the economic policies advocated by Voldemort—after all, this thing needs to be accepted by the public—perhaps the only difference is that the opening of Diagon Alley is getting closer and closer.

Harry is very curious about the permanent trans-regional magic.

Being able to connect two locations that are not adjacent to each other, even Mr. Flamel was surprised when he heard about it, "This is quite a feat. My father has studied this subject, but he thought it required too much precious material and gave up. gone."

Unfortunately, this news is still under wraps.

On the opening day of Diagon Alley, Hedwig, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, flew in through the window with fluttering wings and sent a very formal invitation letter from Voldemort. "Hedwig!" Harry smiled unconsciously, and then, seeing the signature on the letter, his expression suddenly became strange, "Have you been at Voldemort Manor all this time?"

The little girl bit his finger affectionately, raised her toe and kicked him a piece of parchment—Harry noticed that there was a golden anklet on her foot, engraved with a line of protective runes. "Okay, okay, I'll write back right now."

Harry muttered, feeling that Voldemort must have bribed Hedwig.Before the little girl gave him the quill, Harry picked up the pen and wrote a reply on the parchment.He watched as Hedwig bit the envelope and turned and flew away without hesitation. It seemed that his owl was about to become Voldemort's exclusive messenger.

Harry went to the window and saw Hedwig fly out of the manor, and then a dark figure jumped out of the trees on the hillside and flew into the sky with her.

Well, maybe Voldemort's messenger has something else, the heightened alert level of the owl channel of LeMay Manor has resulted in many outside owls being barred outside.But this night owl cleverly asked Hedwig to deliver the letter, which made Harry a little unbelievable.

Regarding Voldemort's invitation, which obviously had other intentions, after talking to the key members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry felt that it was not easy to refuse, after all, the other party had just given up such a big benefit.Even Alastor Moody murmured, "Just be back before dark."

"I'll take the guards," said Harry.

In fact, it always reminded him of Malfoy and Crabbe and Goyle, compared to the two tall Aurors behind him - Harry was not always at ease.With a shudder he pushed the horrible idea out of his mind.

The Leaky Cauldron is still a small store, but when you walk in, you will find that the inside is almost completely new-Harry was surprised to see all the freshly painted walls, clean and tidy tables and chairs, and thank Merlin for all the cutlery on the bar Finally not so dirty.

"Mr. Potter," said a wizard in surprise.

It was daytime, but there were a lot of people in the Leaky Cauldron, because everyone wanted to take a look at the newly opened Diagon Alley—the Death Eaters sealed it half a month ago.At this moment, Harry thought he was back in the first year when he first came here, the clinking of glasses disappeared, and everyone's eyes turned, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Harry nodded at the wizard, and Old Tom's son squeezed out of the crowd, "You're welcome, Mr. Potter." Rag, "Do you want a box?"

It is true that at this time, everyone who comes to the Leaky Cauldron is waiting for Diagon Alley to open without exception.Gal looked expectantly at the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, as if looking at a moving Jin Gallon. "Diagon Alley opens at ten o'clock. We give free notice."

"Thanks, but—"

Harry was about to refuse when a voice cut in. "He doesn't need it." On the way to the backyard, several Death Eaters appeared at the door, led by a sunken-eyed wizard whom Harry remembered as Gargson.He bowed quite politely: "Mr. Potter, the master is waiting for you in Diagon Alley."

If Harry read correctly, it was only a little before nine o'clock.He felt a little resigned to Voldemort's now unabashed pursuit. "Thank you, but I still have something to take care of." Harry showed a formulaic smile, and said to the waiter Gal who was about to slip away: "How much did you pay for the box?"

"Uh... five Galleons—"

Cal swallowed the following "one day", eagerly holding the five golden coins Harry gave him, and showing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Thanks, thanks for your patronage, please go upstairs to the second room on the left." No You can feel the dissatisfaction of the Death Eaters, yes, of course they can't do anything to the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.Gal was a little apprehensive.

Gagson didn't speak any more, he stared at Harry's back, and after a while he returned to Diagon Alley with the Death Eaters.

Not long after, the atmosphere in the bar gradually warmed up, but people began to discuss the scene they just saw.Originally, most people watched the Dark Lord's pursuit, but now it happened to them, and they immediately began to wonder whether the Dark Lord would be there when Diagon Alley opened.

It didn't take long for Gal to get busy.At this time, the doorbell of the bar rang.Medivh and Benedict walked in, "Boss, double the red flame whiskey." They looked around and found a seat to sit down.

Although they looked very casual, their slightly narrowed eyes sharply looked at the people in the bar.When someone mentioned where the mysterious man would be waiting for Harry Potter, they looked at each other calmly, and Medivh quietly pointed upstairs.Benedict nodded: "I'm afraid there is still an hour."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again, and seven wizards in cloaks walked in. Medivh glanced at them for the first time, and then his eyes froze. "It's Mr. Potter's friend, why are they here?"

Benedict watched with a little amusement as they approached Gal in a secretive manner, muttering together. "This kind of dress may not only be for visiting Diagon Alley." He shrugged, "It seems that apart from the two of us, Mr. Potter will have a few more tails."