Doomed to be an enemy

Dumbledore was lying on the lawn with messy beard and hair, his half-moon glasses were cracked, and only those blue eyes that were gradually losing their luster seemed to be looking at him.Kind eyes, with apology, and imperceptible prayers...

Harry felt a tight pain in his chest, and he bent down to hold the old man's withered right hand: "Professor Dumbledore," he called.But the old man could never answer him again, "Harry," perhaps with a mischievous wink.Harry fought back his sadness.

He couldn't let the headmaster worry about it anymore, at least Dumbledore shouldn't have to worry about the next journey of the headmaster.

Harry thought, and whispered, "The members of the Order of the Phoenix are all fine, I'll be with them..."

- "Harry!" "Wake up!"

Opening his eyes, Harry's blurred vision saw Hermione's trademark curls, rubbing his eyes and fumbling for glasses, which he remembered putting by his pillow before bed.

"Hermione?" Soon the world in front of him became clear.The morning chill made my body icy cold, and I realized that I was sweating profusely, and the breath I exhaled turned into white mist.

"You're having a nightmare. Get up, we have to hurry today." Hermione finished quickly and began to pack her things.

Harry woke up immediately.

Yes, Dumbledore is dead.It has been two days since he, Ron, and Hermione escaped from Hogwarts, and they are now camping in an unknown valley in the east of England.The crisp morning air cannot ignore the fact that they are homeless.Hermione had erased her parents' memory of her last summer vacation, and the Weasley family was so famous in the wizarding world that there might be Death Eaters stalking around there now.

As for him, Harry smiled wryly, his parents had died early, Sirius was dead, and now Dumbledore was dead... Thinking of all this, his stomach felt like lead.The Death Eaters were rampant, and Voldemort's resurrection weighed on him like a mountain.Harry suddenly thought, what would the Order of the Phoenix do without Dumbledore?Is it just gone?

He has to do something.

"We're not going to 12 Grimmauld Place," said Harry solemnly.

"What?!" Ron was packing up the tent, and when he heard this, he stumbled on his left leg and almost fell down on his right leg. "I said Harry, didn't we finalize it yesterday?" There was some doubt on his freckled face.Hermione stopped too, her pink bag in one hand and a towel in the other, and looked at Harry in surprise.

"I mean it." Harry was silent for a while, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer.

"Well Harry, you've got to give us a reason."

Realizing that he wasn't joking, Hermione put down what she was holding - her pink bag slammed on the floor, causing Ron to rub his nose a little anxiously - and sat aside, watching Harry seriously. , "Tell me what you think."

"Dumbledore is dead. But the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still there." Harry slowly gathered his thoughts, "It is useless for us to go to Grimmauld Place now, and it may not be safe there. Remember Kreacher? The Black family But there's that crazy woman, Bellatrix."

He shrugged, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Although Sirius gave me the house, it really doesn't mean much without the Order of the Phoenix there. We can't stand against the Death Eaters on our own."

Harry paused, seeing that Hermione was thinking, and continued: "The key now is to get in touch with members of the Order of the Phoenix—" Seeing Hermione frowning, he immediately added, "It's a reliable member. Remember, Moody showed me photos of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Sirius also told me about the new members of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry pointed to his brain and said, "I remember them all here."

"My God, Harry, you should really practice Occlumency," sighed Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth wide and said, "If you are taken into mind, the Order of the Phoenix will be over."

"That's not the point!" Harry stood up, scratched his hair, and hurriedly said, "I mean, we can't contact the professors at Hogwarts, but we can always find a reliable one among the others. Let's go to him or her, and let the other party lead the way, summon the Order of the Phoenix, and go to Grimmauld Square with us."

Stopping, Harry said firmly:

"Dumbledore is dead, but the Order of the Phoenix cannot be disbanded. No. 12 Grimmauld Place can still be used as the headquarters. As long as I order Kreacher, he can't reveal a word." His expression was extremely indifferent.

For a while, it was extremely quiet.

After a while, Ron said unnaturally: "But what if the other party reveals our whereabouts to the mysterious man..." "No, Harry is right." Hermione interrupted him, staring at Harry, "I think , you should already have someone selected."

"Yes of course."

"who is it?"

"Nicole Flamel's son, Cia Flamel." Harry said a name slowly.

On the hillside of the highlands, there is a sloping manor.There are no beautiful lawns and fountains, and the courtyard is full of strangely shaped stones and metal pillars.

When the sun shines through the clouds, in the golden light, there are faint ancient runes flickering.

This is a magical manor.The manor of the greatest alchemist Nicolas Flamel, of course, the current owner is his son.Following three crackling sounds, three figures appeared nearby out of thin air.

"Hermione...you're really accurate in positioning." Ron stared straight at the rune trace close at hand-it was only an inch away from the tip of his nose.Swallowing, if he remembers correctly, this rune means cutting... Harry hurriedly pulled him back.

Hermione rolled his eyes at him impatiently, "There are magic circles everywhere, it's pretty good to be able to reach the door. Of course, your nose should also be lucky."

Harry couldn't help laughing at Ron's dumbfounding expression, but looking at the sloping manor, he was a little at a loss.

"It seems that we have found the right place." He said dryly.

Hermione almost sighed, "Harry, I think you will have to learn ancient runes again." She walked to a corner helplessly, and tapped a rune that seemed to be parallel lines.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed before the magic circle lit up, "That's the doorbell, don't make a fuss!" Hermione explained.Sure enough, not long after, a gray-haired wizard came out in a hurry.He was wearing a gray-blue wizard robe, but there were many places on his body that were dirty, as if he had poured various potions on it.

"Mr. Flamel, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry stepped forward consciously and said softly.

His tense palms were sweaty, and Harry couldn't imagine that the son of Dumbledore's best friend, the Order of the Phoenix wizard whom even Sirius Black praised, would actually help him.His face was tense, and he wanted to show a smile, but found that he couldn't.

"Sia LeMay" the wizard grinned, "I know, Mr. Potter, I also read the Daily Prophet."

As he spoke, he opened the magic circle, and a scorching breath retreated from both sides like a wind, "Welcome to LeMay Manor, please come in."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it's a good start, he and Ron and Hermione looked at each other and thought at the same time.

The sloping manor does not feel crooked when walking in it.It's pretty amazing.Harry was amazed when he saw the power of alchemy for the first time.

"Magic is everything to us. That's what my father said." Thea smiled.His face was a little wrinkled, but attractive.

"Is that Monsieur Nicole Flamel? He—"

Ron's words were swallowed by Hermione, who smiled apologetically at Sia: "Sorry, Mr. Flamel."

Coming to the living room, Xia shrugged: "It's okay, father has been away for several years, I'm used to it." He lit the fire, and called the armchair in the distance, "Luci."

"Yes Master!"

A shrill voice came from the side, and an elf wearing a circle-patterned tea towel bent down respectfully with his ears pricked up.Hermione opened her mouth, and this time Ron gave her a glare. He dared to say that if he hadn't thought about their purpose, Hermione would definitely be promoting her theory of protecting the rights of raising elves again.

Even Harry was relieved to see Hermione shut her mouth sullenly.

"I need three glasses of juice, and tea. And a good lunch."

Harry blushed, and hurriedly said: "Sir, this...you are too enthusiastic, we—" Hermione kicked him, and said with a smile, "Uh, what he meant was that it is an honor to have lunch with you .”

Sia couldn't help laughing: "I guess, he was embarrassed." He blinked and sat down amidst the crackling sound of the elves disappearing, motioning for them to sit too.

The three teenagers who did not graduate had no choice but to sit down and wait for the battle.

Then, Thea's smile disappeared, and he looked at Harry with a serious expression: "Let me guess what your purpose is, do you want me to help you fight against the Death Eaters, or even, the You-Know-Who?" A little warmth, not as cold as Malfoy.