Doomed to be an enemy

"Harry Potter, Dobby has cleaned the house as you ordered." The house-elf bowed deeply.

The narrow corridor was widened by more than ten feet, and there was a faint roar from time to time in the house.Looking at the huge hall, Harry was a little taken aback by Hermione's handwriting.

Seventy-eight people walked in, and a few minutes later, Hermione rushed out with a reluctant Ron, "Harry, I need help—"

She was obviously taken aback by the presence of so many people.

"Uh, let me introduce, this is Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, my good friends." Harry said.

"They're the newcomers, and Noldo Prewett, Roy Prewett...you've seen them," Harry said briefly. "Okay, so, who is better at space-expanding spells?" Hermione looked at these people, "I'm a little busy alone."

Harry glanced over inquiringly, "Maybe I can help..." "Me too." Immediately, more than a dozen wizards came out.Curving the corner of his mouth, Harry said sincerely, "Thank you very much." Watching them and Hermione leave, Hermione's words came from a distance: "The living room has almost expanded, you can go there to rest first, there are many dinner parties Bee is doing it, and honestly I think Kreacher is doing a disservice to..."

The sound faded away, and Harry led them into the living room.All portraits are covered up.The originally gloomy velvet curtains have been removed, there are more than a dozen bright French windows, and there are some building materials beside the marble floor—of course, you can't expect wizards to really create something out of nothing, and the expanded space also needs to be filled with these things.

Harry almost suspected that Hermione was moving the great halls of Hogwarts.

Long tables were set against the walls, and a large fireplace burned in the middle.In the dining room on the side, the sounds of Dobby and Kreacher tinkling and tossing can be heard endlessly.

"Nice job, Hermione." Harry marveled under his breath.

He took out his wand, waved and summoned nearly a hundred chairs, "Welcome to 12 Grimmauld Place. You have worked hard, please rest first." "This is the house left to me by my godfather, and it is also the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix." As a new member, please stay here first during the war.”

Since there was no attack from the Death Eaters, these people were tense all afternoon.At this moment the werewolves were whispering, "Mr. Potter, is there anything we can do to help?" someone said.

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, that would be much appreciated."

In the end, the dinner party was completed under the efforts of a wizard, and Hermione also led the werewolf to expand the bedroom enough before evening. Fortunately, there were many rooms in the house.

"Harry, do you really want them to live here?" Hermione asked in a low voice, dragging Harry after finishing her work.

Harry nodded, "These new members can't live in the Flamel Manor all the time. Mr. Flamel has already helped a lot. Besides, isn't there enough space now?"

"But it was left to you by Sirius." Hermione hesitated and said.

Harry's emerald green eyes dimmed, and he said flatly: "They are members of the Order of the Phoenix. If Sirius is here, I believe they will not object."

Ron took two glasses of juice and seemed to want to come over, but seeing Harry's gaze swept over him, he turned around and left immediately.

Hermione frowned: "Haven't you told him clearly?" Harry was silent for a while, "You're right, Hermione. I'm not a kid anymore."

As he spoke, he took two glasses of wine from the long table and walked straight towards Ron.

"Ron." Harry stopped his friend who wanted to avoid him, his emerald green eyes were calm and serious, "I think we need to talk."

The two came to the quiet hall, and Ron was a little silent: "What do you want to talk about?"

"Mr. Weasley." "If you want to talk about it, I don't think there's anything to talk about." Ron interrupted him, "My father was captured by the Death Eaters, and the Order of the Phoenix couldn't rescue him—my son Even half a month after the incident, yes, that’s all, it’s nothing, right?”

Harry watched him finish his sentence quietly, without the slightest anger. "Ron, I understand all of this. I just want to say that I didn't contact your family at the beginning because I was worried that they would be hurt by Death Eaters. After all, we were still weak at that time." Before Ron wanted to say anything, Harry Continued, "I am very grateful that you accompanied me all the way. What happened to Mr. Weasley was something I did not expect, maybe I should really apologize to you, sorry."

Harry bowed slightly, Ron was stunned, and after a while his expression began to be at a loss, "Harry, that's not what I meant—"

"As the current leader of the Order of the Phoenix—let's say this for now, I have indeed failed my duty." Harry looked into his eyes calmly and frankly, without flinching or feeling uneasy, "I promise you, I will find a way to rescue Wei Mr. Sly, Ron, are you still willing to trust me this time?"

Ron stopped slowly, he stared blankly at Harry, his eyes seemed to have broken lights, "Harry..." He turned his head away with some choked up, "I always thought I couldn't help much, I know , I have never been as smart as Hermione. After what happened to Dad, I thought you would really ignore it... after all, it is so dangerous. Mom is very sad, I don’t know what to do, Bill and Charlie persuade me, I just can’t listen -"

"Okay, Ron, it's okay." Harry reached out and handed him the wine. "I know what you said. If I were you, I would probably do the same. But I'm not you, Ron, so I'll never I won't blame you."

Tears were streaming from his swollen eyes, and Ron said sadly, "Are you really going to help me save Daddy?"

"Yes, I promise." Ron looked at the determination in Harry's emerald green eyes, and finally showed an ugly smile.

"Thank you!" He said only these two words.

Ron wiped away his tears, and grinned embarrassedly: "I, I'm going to see Hermione." Harry nodded in understanding, and after the sound of stomping footsteps, the place returned to calm.

Looking at the bustling scene in the living room, Harry felt a little reluctant to go back.The weather was gloomy, and even the candles were not bright enough.Suddenly something flew by out of the corner of his eye, Harry looked out the window, and saw countless tiny snowflakes swirling down from the sky.Before his smile bloomed, he froze suddenly.

That is--

Harry's pupils shrank, no, how could that person be here!Putting the wine glass on the window sill casually, he pushed open the door of the house and chased him out.

It was a tall and thin man, who seemed to have something on his mind, walking slowly on the road.He was wearing a white shirt, black sweater, and trousers, and a long cashmere jacket outside. His short hair was slightly curly, and the exposed skin looked pale.

Harry followed far behind, his wand in his hand, his whole nerves tensed.

Was the whereabouts of the Order of the Phoenix leaked?

In his mind, Greer's appearance quickly slid past, and then a group of werewolves, quickly analyzing who was most likely to deliver the news.

No, not right!Harry finally found out the problem. He remembered that the last time he met, the other party was not like this...

The man walked unhappily, and stopped outside a bar called "Drunk" half an hour later.As if he was criticizing the store, Harry nervously took out his wand, planning that if the other party wanted to blow up this place or something, he would have to jump out and stop it immediately.

However, the man did nothing and just walked in.

walked in?

Harry froze, wearing Muggle attire, coming to a Muggle pub... He always felt that something was wrong.After the man entered, Harry stepped forward hesitantly.

"Sorry, minors are not allowed to enter." Two bodyguards in black suits stopped him at the door.

Harry blinked, and calmly cast a Confusion Charm.The two Muggles were confused for a moment, "Yes, please come in..." Harry said sorry in his heart, pushed the door open and went in.

The dim light made Harry squint his eyes uncomfortably, screaming inwardly, this kind of environment is not very suitable for finding someone.The booths are cleverly separated by plants, and there are several people dancing slowly on the dance floor, the music is soft, and there is no deafening sound of musical instruments and crowds of people dancing wildly as he imagined.

Harry kicked out this conjecture, and when someone looked at him, he realized that he had been stuck at the door for a long time.Harry walked quickly and calmly to the bar.He wanted to pull out his pocket watch to see if there were Death Eaters around, and regretted his recklessness at the moment.Glancing at the tiny little lights on the bar, Harry couldn't help quickening his pace. "Hey, where did you come from, you are so beautiful." When passing by the booth, someone grabbed his arm, and Harry reflexively suffocated his spell. It was a drunk man with a suit and tie The successful people Harry had seen on TV.

He saw Harry turn his head back, the emerald green eyes were so amazing that the man gasped.Today Harry is wearing a wizard robe, which was designed by Madam Malkin to thank him. It is close-fitting and loose. The rows of buttons and the tailoring of the shoulders are straight and serious like military uniforms.

Harry's skin was very fair, and it looked even more eye-catching when paired with this dark blue and nearly black clothes.

His helpless hair was fixed by Hermione with a powerful spell, although it was still messy everywhere, at least it wasn't messed up like a bird's nest.

"You are so beautiful..." He smiled foolishly.Reaching out to touch his cheek, Harry was taken aback, regretting why he hadn't practiced the silent spell sooner.For some reason, the man's hand let go of him suddenly, and then Harry felt himself being pulled into his arms, "Sorry, he's in charge."

Harry's brain buzzed, and he reflexively wanted to backhand a jinx to the person behind him.However, whether it was intentional or not, the arm of the other party clamped his right hand quite forcefully, Harry never knew this man had such great strength!His face was flushed from exertion, and under the dim light, there was a kind of sweet youthful aura, which made the people in the bar who noticed this side ready to move.

"Baby, it's enough to make a fuss..." Warm breath brushed against his ears, Harry froze and almost jumped up: Bastard!He gritted his teeth, and the other party couldn't help but hug him and walked towards the corner. Unexpectedly, when he came to an empty booth, the other party let him go.

"Sorry, I was rude just now, it's hard to be surrounded by drunks."

When Harry turned around quickly, the man gave a charming smile, "Nice meeting, I'm Rahel William, little one."

Harry froze, the man's handsome face was more mature and calm than the old Tom Riddle, his obsidian eyes contained a slight smile, which made him look... damn charming.

Harry dared not let go of his wand.

He glared at this so-called Rahel William.There was bright suspicion in the emerald green eyes: "Stop pretending, I know it's you, Voldemort—"

"Who are you talking about?" He frowned his beautiful eyebrows, "Little guy, this is the first time I've seen you."

Now it was Harry's turn to wonder, could there be such similar two people in the world?In this person, he really didn't feel Voldemort's terrifying oppression and tension.And, come to think of it, would that person who looked down on Muggles wear Muggle clothes and come to a Muggle pub?

And the eyes of the Dark Lord are not black...

Harry slowly relaxed his sore muscles, not letting his guard down completely, his wand still in his hand. "Sorry, I may have misidentified the person, you and him are too similar."

"If you don't mind, we can sit down and talk." The man said softly, "If you attract all the people in the bar, I won't be able to bear it."

Harry's face was a little hot, but he sat down anyway.

The man skillfully called the waiter and extended his hand gracefully, "Two glasses of ice water, thank you." This further dispelled Harry's doubts.

The Dark Lord wouldn't say thank you to anyone, let alone a Muggle. "It seems that I am really nervous."

"I can see, you just said, who do I look like?" The man apologized, "That name is a bit weird, I didn't remember it."

"Voldemort, a—" Harry paused, he didn't know how to describe the man, he wasn't the type to twist the truth because of his personal emotions, even if he killed his parents.Thinking that Voldemort had already withdrawn the Soul Tablet, it was very likely that regaining his sanity would become even more terrifying, and he couldn't help feeling depressed.

"What?" The man raised his eyebrows, and that look made Harry inexplicably short of breath.

"It's nothing, he is very powerful." Harry said softly, the man narrowed his eyes, and his smile deepened, "Oh, what do you mean?" Harry didn't really want to talk about the Dark Lord, especially in this and other places. In front of Muggles who looked exactly the same, but apart from this, they were strangers to each other, so what else could they say?What's more, Harry had to confirm whether the other party was really a Muggle.

He put his hands on his lap naturally, "All of them," he said.When the waiter brought two glasses of ice water and the other party put them in front of him in a gentlemanly manner, Harry whispered a detection spell-this was discovered by Hermione from Mr. Flamel's notes, which detects Muggles and wizards Distinction - the most popular spell in the Middle Ages.

Harry was stunned by the feedback he got, and didn't even respond.Reluctantly tried again, still nothing.

Harry had to admit that this handsome and charming man was really not Voldemort.While he was relieved, he immediately frowned and asked worriedly, "Uh, Mr. William, do you live near here?"

"Why do you ask that?" The man laughed, "Sorry, you are not yet of age."

It took Harry three seconds to realize what he meant, and he blushed instantly. "That's not what I meant," he could see that the man didn't want to answer the question. "I mean, Voldemort, he is my enemy. He... killed my parents. You look so much like him. If he finds out, he will kill you."

"So serious?" The man was surprised.

Harry pursed his lips, and said worriedly: "That person is extremely arrogant and always thinks he is unique, not to mention he looks down on—" Harry suppressed the Muggles who almost blurted out, "Looking down on people like us, if he If you are found, you will really die a miserable death." Harry was really worried, he had seen Voldemort torture people before, and it is not an exaggeration to say that life would be worse than death.His fingertips holding the wand turned slightly white, not daring to recall that scene.

The man leaned on his elbow, looked into Harry's eyes, and listened carefully.

"You don't look simple, can't you protect me?" The man answered the words kindly.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth.Can he protect each other?Not to mention that face, it would be too long to take it to the wizarding world. Even in the Muggle world, Harry couldn't possibly guard him all the time.He shook his head dejectedly, "I can't protect you."

"Oh?"

The man seemed a little surprised, as if the answer was unexpected.

Harry looked at the Muggle and forced a smile. "I never won a fight with him." The man burst out laughing.The deep laughter slowly stimulated the eardrums with the vibration of his chest. Harry felt his ears itchy and frowned slightly. He felt that he must have drunk that glass of wine before going out, otherwise why would he feel a little dizzy.

Harry realized that his state of mind was not quite right at this time, so he used Occlumency in annoyance to settle down all his emotions, leaving nothing but peace.Harry raised his eyes, and saw that the smile on the other's lips was still there, and the emerald green eyes were firm and tired... The man felt that he was being tempted.

"What's your name?"

"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry showed a formulaic smile, "I haven't thanked you for what happened just now."

"So, can I call you Harry?" The man leaned back on the leather chair back, elegantly to the extreme.Harry hesitated, reminded himself that this was not the Dark Lord, and nodded.

The author has something to say: I always feel that the two of them are the kind who will never die unless there is a miracle.

So I designed a chance encounter, and it was really a chance encounter.After speculating for a long time, he felt that with Harry's personality, he shouldn't be able to take his anger out on a Muggle, and he was probably familiar with the snake-faced version... so Voldemort showed his former charm.

So, hopefully it's not too abrupt...