Doomed to be an enemy

Back in the room, Harry slowly relaxed.He rubbed his forehead wearily, the good mood when he came here almost disappeared after what happened just now.From people's reactions, he could see some kind of resistance, although many wizards just took the matter of him and Voldemort as news and excitement.But if he really showed a response, it would definitely be an uproar.

After all, the current situation is still not stable. Voldemort's new policy may touch the interests of more people... There was a damp musty smell in the room, Harry lit the fireplace with his wand, let himself sink into the soft sofa, and thought carefully.

He was no longer a little boy who could act recklessly, Voldemort wanted to make their relationship public, and the official public opinion could ignore it for the time being - that was what the Death Eaters said. Voldemort had obviously begun to gradually show the importance and pursuit of himself, but Voldemort never worried about the public's opposition and questioning.

Harry thought about it, and had a vague feeling that he had caught something.

He realized that what he understood of Voldemort's plan was probably only part of it, the man must have been planning something that wasn't revealed.There was a missing link—the most crucial link.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Mr. Potter, Diagon Alley is about to open in five minutes." Garr's voice came from outside, interrupting Harry's train of thought, "There are a lot of wizards coming, if you don't mind, don't wait so long I'll let you know when it's crowded."

"Thank you, no need, I'll go down by myself later." Harry waved his wand, and the door opened by itself.Cal kept knocking on the door, and smiled a little shyly, "Do you need something to drink? Or breakfast and lunch?"

"No, thanks." Harry shook his head. "Oh, well, have a nice day." He walked away disappointed.There was a loud voice below the stairs, and Harry came out of the room and climbed down the stairs. "Do you think this will be true?" "The latest version of the broom is [-]% off, oh no, it's only for that day?" Two little wizards squeezed into the corner were protected by their parents, holding A mail order brochure laments.

Harry had never seen so many wizards.The Leaky Cauldron was packed, partly into the patio.This made him stay at the stairs, looking at all this with a little scalp numbness.He regretted not going in earlier just now.

Well, Voldemort is about to spoil himself, Harry thought, if it was left in school, he would have to squeeze like this every time he went to Lihen Bookstore. Five minutes passed quickly, and there was a burst of exclamation ahead, and Harry heard the sound of bricks and stones moving.Then the crowd began to move forward—quickly and unexpectedly.

Harry hurried to join in, and soon, he was on the patio behind the pub—he finally knew what the previous wizard was surprised about.The entrance of Diagon Alley was cast with a space-stretching spell, and the moving bricks and stones of the wall were stacked on both sides, forming two huge guard statues, exposing a wide road with four cars in the middle, and only the shops on both sides could barely See the old way.

"Mom, Lihen Bookstore has grown bigger." A little girl said. "Yes, it's getting bigger," her mother coaxed. "Honey, let's go shopping first. Books are the last stop." The Quidditch shop was so full that Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw the A sign in the window reads:

Cotai No. 1 is sold in limited quantities

2000 Galleons/piece

"So expensive?!" Harry was slightly taken aback, and felt sorry for the broom that Voldemort threw into the warehouse—it was given to him by Ron.While thinking, I heard a commotion in the shop.

"You don't even have a discount?" "But it's clearly written—!"

"Merlin's pants, I don't have that much money with me." "I just saw that the line at Gringotts is already long..."

"Everyone, we really haven't published such an advertisement!" All kinds of dissatisfied voices made the clerk of the Quidditch boutique sweat profusely, and Harry frowned slightly. The little boy in the house still talked about it.At this time, some wizards left dissatisfied, but there were too many people who came. No matter how dryly the clerk explained, the atmosphere that gradually heated up could not be stopped.

A wizard squeezed out and bumped into Harry hastily, and a somewhat familiar breath entered his nostrils. "Oh, I'm sorry..." He muttered bluntly, and walked away without looking.But Harry couldn't help thinking about it. He remembered the smell. Mr. Flamel once showed him around the laboratory. He remembered that it was in the dangerous goods cabinet.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but glance back, and he found that the wizard who should have gone away was standing by the road, arranging his robes, and took out his wand——

Perhaps it was because of his experience in the battlefield, Harry suddenly felt a shivering sensation as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Passed out!"

The holly wood wand was pointed at the wizard who suddenly fell to the ground. Harry noticed that the wizard pointed his wand at a broom statue outside the Quidditch shop intentionally or unintentionally before he fell to the ground, and his eyes sharpened immediately.

After a second of astonishment, the crowd retreated in exclamation. "Quiet, please someone go to the Central Hall to inform the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix." Harry raised his voice, and people recognized him immediately. "It's Mr. Potter." "It's okay, it's okay..."

Just when everyone was relaxing, there was a deafening bang in the direction of Lihen Bookstore, and a terrible heat wave and sound waves suddenly spread from it. In an instant, building debris and glass covered half of the street, and blood and crying suddenly Sounds and screams filled the main road.

Blackened smoke and flames rose, burning the entire bookstore.

Immediately, there were explosions one after another, blooming in all directions of Diagon Alley.All this happened in a very short period of time, and the wizards who were relaxed a second ago suddenly panicked.They desperately want to rush to the entrance.

however--

An explosion that nearly shook the ground came from the direction of the Leaky Cauldron. "What the hell is going on?!" Harry's face changed, and he almost immediately gave the broom statue a dozen armor protections.His face was unprecedentedly stern, and the majestic air of magic power blew across the main road with a gust of wind: "Everyone, don't panic! Go to the central hall in the very center of Diagon Alley! There will be Death Eaters and wizards from the Order of the Phoenix there Protect everyone—”

There was cold anger in Harry's voice:

"Repeat, keep calm, everyone keep a distance from strangers, and take out your wand!" "Wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, after hearing this, go to the central hall and inform the Death Eaters to close the exotic passage, now!"

However, these words did not play a big enough role. After they calmed down, they almost instinctively came towards Harry.This huge crowd is moving from the main road and the branch road, which is quite spectacular.

Harry was not idle, he almost used the detection spell at its maximum strength, and found that there were more or less dark magic reagents hidden in the surrounding buildings - he guessed that they could be detonated.One by one, Harry drew striking red marks with a spell, and at a relatively clean intersection, a spacious place was cleared.

"Harry!" Ron, who was almost ashamed, ran over with the crowd.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't touch these red things, you watch here, I have to go to the central hall to see."

"Don't!" Ron said hastily, "the Death Eaters over there are having sex with Italian wizards, and the Prewett brothers went to the headquarters to ask for help... Hermione went to the central hall and asked us to wait for her patron saint. "He only had time to say a few words, and Harry was surrounded by wizards. "Mr. Potter..." "Please... help us..." "Mom, I'm so scared." "Don't cry, I'll be fine."

"We don't trust Death Eaters," said a warlock, choking on a bloody wand.

"Everyone, I know...I know all of it." Harry raised his hands, his tone calm and quick, "But it's not the Death Eaters who did this." Waiting for people to calm down a little, Harry said quickly, "Listen, there are too many people. The buildings here have been tampered with. Those detected nearby have been marked with red spells. Don't go near there."

The air was filled with a pungent burning smell, and some people broke down and cried.When Harry was about to say more, Ron grabbed him and shook his head, whispering, "Harry, they need a safe place now. It's not the central hall - they don't even know where that place is, and they don't know where it is." Not the Death Eaters—"

"It's you." Ron said, with a forced smile on his dirty face, "Dude, in their hearts, you are the safest side."

Harry froze.

He subconsciously looked at these anxious faces.The intersection is not big, even if the street is widened, the crowd still occupies half of the street in all directions.Too many people... Standing at the end can't even see the front.Harry didn't know if there were any enemies here who had deliberately detonated the black magic item before.But the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes.

"Okay, okay..." Harry said, swallowing the faint unease and uncertainty in his voice.This is a street, not a wilderness, he can't set up a comprehensive protective net, and there are at least a few thousand people here——

Harry took a deep breath, and the sudden increase in magic power spread his voice around: "Everyone, please stay calm and read after me." Harry paused, gritted his teeth and raised the holly wand, intending to try a crossroads. mouth related ancient magic. "My name is Harry James Potter."

It was a strange feeling, as if all his consciousness had condensed into a rope, and at that moment, Harry's emerald green eyes were amazingly bright.His voice had a solemn and strange rhythm.

"Standing in the middle of the cross..."

People slowly murmured... The sound made strange breaths gather towards the wand. It was rare at first, but gradually more and more. Harry moved slowly towards the center of the crossroads, and the wizard stepped aside spontaneously. Stepping out of the way, he watched in awe at the majestic pressure gradually spreading from the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Fear flows east, bringing natural peace."

Harry slowed down his speech so that everyone could follow, and part of the air current around the wand flew towards the east road like a shooting star and disappeared.The breeze is like a pair of gentle hands, soothing the fear in the air.The wizards gradually calmed down, and Harry continued:

"Running westward in grief, sending back to the protection of the ancestors."

The solemn voice gradually drifted away amidst echoes, and another heavy breath began to surround them. Gradually, even the most peripheral wizards could clearly see the distorted air—the building was The thin airflow rumbled and cut in half, surrounding the very center of the crossroad, forming a complete circle.

"Worries are sent to the south in exchange for safe guarding." In Harry's hand, the third airflow suddenly flew away, and a scorching wave came back from the south, sweeping across everyone's bodies almost instantly, "This seems to be a safe guarding." The effect of the spell—" A wizard couldn't help but whispered, but was quickly interrupted by the people around him: "Quickly read it."

Harry was unmoved by all this, and his tone was calm: "The confusion returns to the north, we hold a bright light in our hands, and the place it shines—"

"The enemy is clear!"

The tip of the suddenly raised holly wand gathered a brilliant golden soft light. It was not fire, not lamp, but light.There was a commotion in the crowd, and almost a dozen magic wands pointed at dozens of wizards with strange faces surrounded by a circle of golden light.

The stunned expression of the other party was still frozen on his face, and he was directly knocked down by countless stun spells—there was also the Cruciatus Curse mixed in it, which made these wizards extremely painful even in a coma.Harry was completely relieved, until this time, he felt his back was drenched in cold sweat.These wizards are scattered throughout the crowd, obviously with malicious intentions.

With everyone's help, these wizards who were stunned were placed in the middle.

Harry wiped off his sweat, and a shiny milky otter flew in, and Hermione's urgent voice suddenly entered Harry's ears. "Wizard rebellion, attack..." The voice was intermittent.It made Harry's heart twitch, but luckily only he could hear the voice.

"Harry, what did Hermione say?" Ron was a little uneasy, he didn't want to think about why Hermione only texted Harry - that always gave him a bad feeling.

Harry used his wand to dispel the Patronus' magic, with a heavy heart, but his expression remained unchanged on the surface. "Let's strengthen our defenses. When will the support from the headquarters arrive?" Ron was silent for a while before he said, "The other party has sealed off Diagon Alley, and the entrance cannot be entered or exited. Maybe Moody and the others will have a solution."

"They will definitely find a way."

Looking at the crowd who began to sit down and rest, and the protective magic that was getting thicker and thicker, Harry said firmly, "Even if Diagon Alley is flattened, we have to persist until then."

Fortunately, things are not that bad.Ten minutes later, the ancient protective magic fluctuated, and Voldemort walked in with a bone-colored wand in his hand, leading dozens of Death Eaters——his face was rather ugly, and his black eyes glowed. Familiar and chilling coldness.

The arrival of the Dark Lord made the wizards uneasy, but the soft golden light on the tip of the holly wood wand just gently brushed over these wizards, and did not stop at Voldemort's dark and ominous robes, which made everyone feel uneasy for a moment. relax.

Harry regained his energy, and watched the group of people who were approaching gradually: "I heard that your place has been attacked?" After a long while, he withdrew his gaze from the corner of Voldemort's charred robe, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Now How is it going?"

"All the troublemakers have been dealt with."

Voldemort's tone was calm, even slightly understated.But when his gaze fell on dozens of comatose wizards in the open space in the middle, a cruel smile appeared on his handsome face that was distorted by anger, "I have to thank you for leaving me so many The living, Harry, I think, we have encountered a wizarding rebellion unprecedented in the wizarding world."

he said softly.

Commercial routes to Italy, France, and Germany have all been closed.At the entrance of Diagon Alley, which was sealed off by black magic, Alastor Moody led the two Prewett brothers and dozens of wizards to delay for a few minutes, and the old Auror smelled a strong smell coming from the other side of the wall. The black magic fluctuated, and suddenly he shouted: "Get out of the way! Danger!"

The wand flicked twice without hesitation, and every member of the Order who didn't react was thrown against the wall - one knocked out a tooth.But no one complained, because the whole wall was blasted from the inside in the next second.

The oppression of the magic power that was as deep as the sea burst out like mud, like a poisonous snake showing its ferocious fangs, and the light above the entire London seemed to be pulled away, which made the haze look even more serious.

"Wait! That's a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry's hurried voice made the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were on guard in the courtyard relax. "Potter!" Alastor Moody called tentatively.Voldemort walked in silently amidst the debris all over the floor, his black robe floated lightly over the debris of bricks and stones, and the bone-colored wand between his slender fingers gave off a chill.

The silent and terrifying atmosphere reminded everyone of the horror of the black wizard in front of them.

"Gargson," Voldemort said in a tone of emotion, "tell the Minister of Magic to come to the Leaky Cauldron." Harry also walked in, and he cleared the stones on the ground with a stern face - no member of the Order of the Phoenix had ever seen him. Over his ugly face. "Alastor, how many people can we gather now?" Alastor Moody's magic eye left from the tragic image in Diagon Alley, his face was equally serious, "Up to a few hundred. If one day, How much is fine."

"Voldemort..." Harry said, "there are several thousand people here, and I suggest sending Death Eaters along with the Order of the Phoenix to escort them home first."

He was a little worried that the other party would attack ordinary people.

Voldemort suppressed his anger and thought about another matter. This time the attack was almost trampled on the faces of both sides of the camp. The surviving wizards must not have any more problems.So he ordered Barty Crouch Jr. to take charge almost without hesitation - the efficiency of the Dark Mark was much faster in this respect.

Seeing this, Alastor Moody immediately handed over the matter here to Ron and Hermione, and then Apparated to gather the staff.Harry raised his wand, and a blue ray of light shot up into the gloomy sky of London, extending out a slender and elegant neck, beautiful wings and a slender and gorgeous tail... The singing of the phoenix seemed to come from a very far away place—soothing Everyone's tense nerves.

The waiting time is always long.But unexpectedly, wizards apparated at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron one after another, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix almost unanimously put down what they were doing after seeing the bright blue fireworks in the sky, representing the summoning order. come over.

Harry quickly set about arranging an escort for the group.Experienced members of the Order of the Phoenix quickly and familiarly appease the emotions of thousands of people, giving priority to families with children and pregnant women, and ten people escorting two families or four people. After registering the information, they will immediately go to the apparition opened by Voldemort place to leave.When there is a corresponding feedback, the registration personnel will immediately check off the information of these wizards who are already safe.

All this is going on in an orderly manner, and the Death Eaters are quite dumbfounded—they are all novices in this area. Considering the public's rejection of the Death Eaters not long ago and the lack of manpower, Harry had to suggest The two parties cooperated, and four out of ten people were Death Eaters.Barty Crouch Jr. observed the actions of the Order of the Phoenix, and then whispered to the Death Eaters.

Under the pressure of the Dark Lord's dissatisfied gaze, the Death Eaters, who had always only known torture and black magic, bit the bullet and acted as comforters and protectors for the first time.Merlin knew how embarrassing it would be to see them come, children screaming and throwing themselves into the arms of their parents, or running away.

While comforting the rescued but orphaned children who ran over to hide behind, Hermione caught a glimpse of the Death Eater froze in place with a twisted expression.I wanted to laugh a little bit, but I couldn't.Such a scene made Harry tighten his lips. How many children lost their parents in today's raid?

When the Minister of Magic, Piers Shinnix, rushed over after receiving the news, more than half of the crowd had already dispersed. "I need the Daily Prophet to truthfully report what happened today." Voldemort's tone was soft, even though he was extremely annoyed.

"Of course it's okay." Piers Sinnix's face was pale. When he was in power, something like this happened. I don't know if the Minister of Magic can continue to do so.He was a little thankful that he had brought reporters and photographers.

But soon, several reporters and photographers from the Daily Prophet who entered Diagon Alley were almost pale and were helped out by Death Eaters, and then rushed outside the bar with their mouths covered and began to vomit.This made the eyes of the people who didn't leave couldn't help but blush, and sobbing and soft crying were faintly heard in the line-they thought of their relatives who died tragically inside.

"Is it true that there were no survivors from the explosion?" Harry couldn't help asking in a low voice. Voldemort was not at all moved by such a miserable situation. He stared at the boy he liked with his black eyes, and said softly: "It is a black magic explosive reagent, which has a non-diffusion and deadly poison. It is very powerful. Even in the Britain is contraband too," he explained simply.

Although he guessed this, Harry was still a little sad.He was silent for a while, then looked at the Minister of Magic: "Can you take out the corpse inside?"

Piers Shinnix subconsciously looked at the Dark Lord, Voldemort nodded slightly, and the Minister of Magic said, "Of course, this is what the Ministry of Magic should do." He realized that this was an opportunity to save, and immediately said, "I'll go Inform Saint-Germont Hospital and ask them to send a wizard who knows how to detoxify."

Finally a little smart. Voldemort glanced calmly at the revived Minister for Magic, and his eyes fell on the assembled, fatherless children - it made them terrified.

"These children, do you have any good advice? My boys?" Voldemort said.Knowing that the boy would definitely not ignore it, Harry always kept public and private accounts very clear, and Voldemort didn't want the boy he liked to have a worse personal deficit.

Harry hesitated, and said: "I want to arrange them in the Order of the Phoenix first, and when this matter is over, I suggest that the Ministry of Magic come forward to build an orphanage to house these children." The orphanage where Voldemort lived when he was a child, and added, "Of course, it's best to add supervision from both sides, you and me."

"I agree." Voldemort said briefly, without any fluctuations in his tone, "I'll let Louis negotiate with you."

After all the people were safely sent home, the remaining children were sent to No. 13 Grimmauld Place by Hermione and Ron with the first team of the Order of the Phoenix.The returning members of the Order of the Phoenix went into Diagon Alley to carry the corpses together with the Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic and the detoxifiers sent by Saint-Germain.

"Perhaps a monument is needed here too." Voldemort said softly, watching the horror of Diagon Alley.Harry saw the look on his face - it wasn't a joke.He twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to say, such blood flowed so innocently, Harry had never seen the darkest period Voldemort had ever created, but the sight in front of him was enough to arouse his chills and anger.

"Harry." Voldemort said suddenly when the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix were coming in and out, helping to carry the corpse to the courtyard for burial.Harry responded subconsciously, and his emerald green eyes, which were extraordinarily bright because of anger, looked at the man who was watching him beside him.

"Marry me." Voldemort said softly.There were still traces of irritation in those black obsidian-like eyes, but there was no trace of jokes, and the hissing voice could be heard clearly in the entire courtyard.

"I'm afraid this rebellion will last for a long time."

"And there is nothing more secure than marriage."

In the courtyard, everything seemed to be paused.The members of the Order of the Phoenix who were carrying the stretcher stopped in surprise and were knocked back by the people behind them.All the Death Eaters who heard it gasped inwardly, and unconsciously held their breath.

As for Harry, at this moment, he was completely dumbfounded.