Doomed to be an enemy

After the lunch was over, the Order of the Phoenix had heated discussions on whether to spend the funds.

But everything was recorded by Hermione, including the half of the activity funds that were sent to Shacklebolt.Mundungus insisted on purchasing the Firebolt, and it seemed the operation had spooked him—at one point the broom almost split open at full speed.

"Don't talk about buying Firebolts, half of the shops in Diagon Alley are closed now."

In the end, part of the gold was handed over to Moody to expand new members, and part of it was distributed to everyone as a part of this month's daily life.After all, the world is difficult, and many members of the Order of the Phoenix who have no income but are still engaged in high-risk work are indeed living in distress.The rest bought alchemy materials, potion materials... because Harry raised a substantive question.

"There are too many Death Eaters, and we can't fight the number, so we can only find a way from other places." Mr. LeMay said that some useful weapons can be developed. "Many proposals have been shelved. It is said that it is because of funding reasons. Mr. LeMay has calculated the required figures and feels that there is still hope."

"Like a vanishing cabinet," Mr. Flamel added, "a vanishing cabinet that can be shrunk."

"For example, this pocket watch in Harry's hand that can see Death Eaters approaching - of course, this is more difficult to make, and the output will not be very high." "Another example is various alchemy potions -"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

……

Before Sia Flamel finished speaking, basically all members passed the agenda.

In the end, a small part of public funds was left for emergency, and Jin Jin's proposal finally passed.After Hermione finished recording, she translated it into a letter and sent it to Kingsley Shacklebolt with an owl.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the rain that had been depressed for several days finally fell.It was so dark that I could hardly see my fingers.

Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort sat on the armchair, his fingers stroking Nagini's cold snake scales. [He has become stronger.that boy. ] A hissing snake language spit out from his mouth.

[I smelled an ancient breath from his magic.Rune, alchemy, or magic circle, huh? 】

【Are you in a bad mood? ] Nagini rubbed his fingertips.

[Nagini, am I, my magic power has declined? 】Voldemort's gloomy face flickered ferociously from time to time. He didn't admit anything, but Nagini was his pet, so it didn't hinder him.

【No, you are still as strong as before. 】

【If it is, I won't let that boy escape again and again. 】Voldemort closed his eyes, 【Magic power comes from the soul, perhaps, I should try to take back some of it...】

"Because of the war, it has become difficult to buy things. Especially wands."

In the living room, Harry leaned on the back of the chair and frowned, "Maybe we can visit some people, such as Ollivander, Madam Malkin, etc... The most important thing is—" Harry gritted his teeth, "We lack A potionist."

Moody has already done this. He said: "Ollivander is still a little hesitant. We have observed him for a few days, so it should not be from the Death Eaters. Everyone else is also under observation."

Harry paused, and said, "I've been worried about one thing." Seeing that everyone's eyes were here, he said, "My wand and Voldemort's wand—" Everyone shuddered, "From the same Phoenix, Fawkes, That's Dumbledore's Fawkes. I've escaped him a few times for that reason, and I don't think he'll let the problem go for long."

"There are not many wandmakers in the wizarding world. Ollivander is the best in England. Mr. Moody, can you convince Mr. Ollivander on this reason?" Harry asked.

Moody thought for a moment, "Maybe it's possible."

Harry nodded: "We still have several secret locations in the Muggle world. If these people want to take refuge, we can support them. This will not only protect them from Death Eaters, but also provide convenience for us. "

Noldo raised his hand and said, "I know Mrs. Primpinier who sells potions in Diagon Alley. Although she is committed to the development of beauty potions, she is fully capable of meeting the needs of various wartime conventional potions." He smiled slightly, "I did an internship with her, so I know a lot."

The topic is here, basically over.

Harry rubbed the space between his brows, "Who knows what's going on with Hagrid?" Hagrid has been away for two months since his next task of finding "friendly" magical creatures for filing.Winter is approaching, and there is not even a single letter.

"Before he left he said he was going to the North, and he should be there soon," said Lupine. "Besides, the werewolf gave me an answer. I mean, a neutral werewolf."

His golden brown eyes were worried: "They want to see you, Harry."

"No! Who knows if they have turned to the Death Eaters?" Moody retorted seriously, his magic eyes fixed on Lupine.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Dedalus Diggle said with some anxiety, "That's a werewolf. What if they intend to harm Mr. Potter, or simply capture him and hand him over to the Dark Lord?"

"Remus." After a pause, Harry was still not used to addressing his elders like this, "Do you think they are malicious?" Lupine's face was a little pale, and he forced a smile, "Harry Well, some of the werewolves don't want to hurt wizards and Muggles, they're not having a good time. Maybe they just want to talk to you."

Harry saw this as an opportunity. "Werewolves are the most numerous of all magical creatures. We can't let them turn to Voldemort." Everyone shivered again.

"I mean, we probably don't expect them to fight the Death Eaters. At least not our enemies."

Everyone stopped talking, this is the truth.

"So, Remus, what do you think they need? Or, for the purpose of not helping the Death Eaters, do we need any weight?"

Harry looked at Remus' complicated gaze, and asked in confusion, "Remus?"

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry." Lupine smiled apologetically, as if waking up. "Actually all they need is a house, food, and—"

He pursed his lips, and uttered a word: "Longba Potion."

It came back again... Harry frowned helplessly: "Mr. Flamel, can you make Wolfsbane potion?" The latter shook his head, "My strength lies in alchemy."

really.

Harry looked at Moody and Noldo: "It seems that we have to invite this 'Mrs. Prempenier' soon." "Harry, have you thought about where these people are arranged?"

Harry nodded: "We can set aside a separate location in the Muggle world for werewolves. We provide food and housing, as well as wolfbane potion, to ensure their safety when the moon is full. As for them..." Harry pondered For a moment, "Look what's good about these people, we don't need to push them too hard."

After discussing for a while, everyone agreed to the topic.

"It's just Harry, you can't go to see them alone. At least you have to be accompanied by members of the Order of the Phoenix, otherwise it's too dangerous." Moody said with a sullen face.

The topic turned to how to protect Harry's safety - although he has made it clear that there is no need for such a laborious effort.

Harry sat at the table, watching them discuss.Ron and Hermione were by his side, so when Harry turned pale for a moment and closed his eyes with cold sweat dripping from his elbows, Hermione was the first to notice.

"No, Hermione." Ron made a silent gesture, "It's best not to let them find out." He sat on the stool in front of Harry, just blocking the angle that everyone in the living room could see.Hermione moved closer to Harry, as if talking about something.

The pain from the scar was unprecedented, and the dizziness almost caused Harry to fall to the ground. It took all his will to keep himself from moaning.Anger, unprecedented anger is like a dark flame breeding in the bottom of my heart, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as outrageous.Harry curled his fingertips instinctively. If he had a wand, he would have given everyone a Cruciatus Curse!

No, it's not him!

Harry suddenly realized that he saw a strange and dim room in front of him, and the only light on the floor was a handful of platinum-blond hair. Lucius Malfoy was lying on the ground, twitching, and Voldemort was walking around beside him: "Lucius Malfoy Hughes, you let me down!" His voice was extremely cold and cruel.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry forced himself to disconnect and let his mind go, but Voldemort's anger was too strong, he could still vaguely hear some voices over there, Malfoy's screams, Voldemort's sneer, and the sympathetic voice in his ears. The whispered call:

"Harry..."

Harry gritted his teeth and cleared his mind, and everything over there disappeared in an instant.

It was pitch black in front of him, and after a long time, Hermione's slight call was heard first, and then the light came through, and everything in front of him gradually became clear.

The scar hurt like it was about to burst.Harry felt his strength drained from him.Frowning tightly, how come?The connection he could get rid of last time seems to be much stronger this time.And just now... that call was by no means Hermione's or Ron's voice, nor was it anyone from the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry's emerald green eyes were as calm as water, but there was a huge wave in his heart.

He heard that voice, just now.It was Voldemort's voice, he was sure.