Doomed to be an enemy

The cold wind was blowing, Harry stood outside the coffee shop, staring at his companions who were cheering for him inside.Don't quite understand why things turned out like this.

"Maybe there are wandering werewolves. Today is a full moon. Harry, you can go over there for a stroll."

Only Hermione couldn't help worrying: "Is it too dangerous for Harry to go alone?" "It's only such a short distance, if there is any danger, Harry will definitely send a signal."

Seeing that Hermione also betrayed, Harry was completely helpless.

It was getting late, and the neon lights of "Enchanted" lit up early.Harry wore a solid black tight-fitting robe this time, trousers underneath, his legs were tucked into his boots, and his wrists were also firmly tied with ribbons. The wand was in the wrist holster—this It is the most convenient attire for combat.The wizard robe was covered with a coat of the same color, and a plaid scarf was wrapped around it, making him look more mature than last time.

This time the bodyguard didn't stop him.

Harry stood in the doorway, hesitating for a moment.Today is a full moon, not only to look at the werewolf friends in No. 12 Grimmauld Place, but also to take care of whether there are fallen werewolves wandering outside.This place should indeed be inspected again, maybe just go in and have a look, if the other party is safe and sound, you can leave with peace of mind.

Making up his mind, Harry walked in.

The lights were still dim, perhaps it was still early and there were not many people.The music on the dance floor has changed.He walked to the bar and sat on a high stool. The bartender looked him up and down with surprise in his eyes.Harry's demeanor was calm, and he was actually very mature, but he was very pure in body and spirit, so he formed a contradictory magnetic field.

"Please." Fiery red magma bubbled up from the bottom of the cup.The color becomes whiter as it goes up, and the final snow foam is as pure as snowflakes. The color of this glass of wine is very beautiful.Harry frowned in confusion: "Uh, please me?" The bartender choked, doesn't this boy know where this is?

There was a slight chill on the skin beside him, and then a perfect hand put 200 pounds next to the cup, and then a deep and beautiful voice sounded: "This cup is mine."

The bartender looked at the pound and shrugged: "It's up to you." He casually put the money away, but made up his mind to ignore Harry.

"It's you?" Harry jumped off his seat, and saw the man just entered the door. He changed into a wine red sweater, but his skin was white and transparent. "It's me, Harry." He took two steps closer, leaning on the bar with one hand, breathing lightly into his earholes, and Harry resisted the sudden sense of oppression—it wasn't magic or power, but a posture.

"Don't drink from here." Harry swore his lips touched his ear. "Thanks for the reminder." Harry replied stiffly.After the man left, he couldn't help rubbing his ears.At that moment just now, he almost thought he was facing Voldemort...

"You came too early," he said.

Harry shook his head: "I have other things. Are you okay?" The man smiled, his obsidian eyes were full of shattered starlight: "Fortunately, I didn't meet the 'killer' you mentioned."

"That's lucky. I mean, it's not very safe tonight. You'd better go back early." Harry couldn't help reminding.The man shook his head funny, "I thought you wouldn't come, you know, I haven't seen you for so many days." He stopped, looked at those green and beautiful eyes, and showed a meaningful smile, "So, I'm happy to see you, really happy."

Harry pursed his lips, looking helpless, did this guy not listen to his own words?

It doesn't look like it's going to be easy to convince either.Harry shook his head, "Forget it, it's the same everywhere, I'll just stay here for now." He took out the magic pocket watch from his pocket, opened it with a snap, and the hands inside remained motionless, all at the 0 position .The man raised his eyebrows, "This is a pocket watch?" He restrained himself so much that he didn't lift his head to look inside.

"Yes, er... a tool to detect danger." Harry didn't like to lie, so he said it succinctly.

"So you're really protecting me?" The man sat on the high stool, and Harry had to sit next to him. "Take it as a thank you for this glass of wine." Harry was about to reach for the glass, but the man moved the glass away first. "Harry, you're underage." Harry swore he heard some schadenfreude in the smiling voice.

"Ok."

Harry was helpless, and what was even more helpless was that he didn't bring any money, or rather, he didn't bring Muggle money.He felt that there was nothing more embarrassing than this. "But 200 pounds is too expensive, and I will pay it back to you next time." The man looked a little playful, and approached him and said, "It looks like you didn't bring any money?"

"How do you know?" Harry asked subconsciously.After finishing speaking, he regretted it, and looked at the man's teasing gaze, "Uh... I, I forgot."

"Honest boy," the man joked. "Why do you think of coming to see me today?" Harry was a little uncomfortable, as if he was looking forward to it. "It's more dangerous today. I happened to be nearby, so I came to take a look." "Thank you for your concern." The man said helplessly, "I thought you missed me, so I was happy for nothing."

Missing... Harry paused for a moment and didn't speak, it seems to be due to this reason.Although it was just an ordinary night, a chance meeting, Harry still felt more relaxed than ever.But then a pot of cold water poured into my heart: Yes, you are the most wanted criminal of the Death Eaters now?He's just a Muggle, if he got captured by Death Eaters because of you... Harry frowned, with resignation in his emerald green eyes.

Can't go on like this.

There were fingers shaking in front of his eyes, Harry came back to his senses, and heard the man say, "What are you thinking? You are frowning."

"Nothing." Harry said quietly.

"You still said it's nothing, but the writing on this face is missing." The man laughed, "I'm older than you anyway, so you can tell me if you have any confusion, and I can think about it for you."

Harry looked at him, grinning and shaking his head.

"Why, don't you believe me?"

"No." Although Harry was smiling, his eyes were extremely serious, "I can carry these things by myself. You know too much, and you will be hurt by it."

The lightheartedness was gone, and Harry's smile faded away.

"Look, I managed to make you happy, but I'm troubled by those, well, so-called confusions." The man shook his head. "I'm sorry," said Harry, pursing his lips, "to disappoint you."

"Have you dated someone?" The man asked suddenly.Harry was taken aback, "Why do you say that?"

"Your watch." The man reminded him kindly.

Harry followed his gaze.The pupil shrank—at some point, the dial on the right pointed to 15, and it was rapidly shrinking.Fortunately, the indicator indicating danger was still at 0, so there should be only a small number of Death Eaters. Harry's face turned completely cold, and his emerald green eyes were full of seriousness.

At this moment, the most likely person approaching here was a werewolf... Or, he looked up at Rahel William.This man had exactly the same face as Voldemort.Are they here to catch him?The wind chime at the door of the bar rang. Harry took out a notebook and pen from his pocket, quickly wrote a few words on it, and handed it to the man.

Then, he grabbed his pocket watch and got off the stool calmly.Two tall and strong men came in, wearing tattered robes, looking bloodthirsty and excited, and one of them had turned into a half-beast.

Harry's heart sank—

Fallen werewolves.

Quickly taking out his wand, Harry pointed at one of them without hesitation, "shattered!" The golden rune flashed away, and the werewolf's excited expression froze, and then exploded with a bang.Harry froze, a sour gas rose from his stomach, and he almost threw up.

The crowd screamed for a moment, and after Harry suppressed his retching, he heard a terrifying roar, and the remaining werewolf transformed under the moonlight.

"Danger! Get out of here! Go!"

Harry's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly.With a two-meter-high body and sharp claws that gleamed coldly, it seemed that it wanted to grab the Muggles running past, "All of them are petrified!"

The werewolf's skin only turned gray for a moment before recovering. Harry shook a few more pieces of his body to make the werewolf's attention focus on himself.All the people in the bar ran away, and the werewolf blocked the doorway, roaring, with scarlet and vicious eyes.

The opponent disappeared in an instant.Relying on the sensitivity of a Seeker, Harry dodged to the side, but the werewolf jumped into the air and smashed the bar counter with a bang.

Harry pulled away quickly, setting fire?no!So--

He raised his wand high, "Avada Kedavra!" The dazzling golden-green light pierced its chest directly, and the werewolf wailed, his forward steps softened, and he fell to the ground.Harry felt the ground shake.At the same time, wolves howled one after another outside.

"what!?"

Harry's complexion changed, and he walked to the door in two or three steps, opened it and walked out.

On the roof, the werewolf who could almost see blindly was scurrying around, and the bright moonlight was clearly visible in the sky.Harry's eyes went dark, there were almost sixteen or seven werewolves here.

Suddenly, a three-meter-tall werewolf jumped down from the roof.It grabbed half of the woman's body in its claws, howled and put it into its mouth to bite.Harry's face was pale, his eyes were full of anger, and those emerald green pupils were so hot that they were amazingly beautiful!

"Avada Kedavra!"

It was the first time Harry said the spell so coldly.Dazzling golden-green light hit its back, and the werewolf fell stiffly, the ground trembling.Harry quickly took cover in the surrounding houses, and there were screams everywhere. Suddenly, there was a strong wind above his head. Harry jumped forward, and when he turned around, a killing curse was cast, and a werewolf died.The other jumped up—

"Boom boom explosion!"

Harry's spell made it explode in mid-air - he had learned this from the Noldor on purpose after the last Death Eater attack, well, the Dark Arts.Blood stained large areas of the walls and ground.Not to mention internal organs and such.This kind of movement alarmed its companions, even though Harry immediately changed his position, he was still being targeted!Harry ran quickly, with at least five werewolves chasing after him!

After running for so long, Harry felt a burning in his throat and a sharp pain in his chest.

However, their distance was getting closer and closer... At this moment, a hand stretched out from the alley next to it and pulled Harry into it.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The other party frowned tightly, his complexion was not good-looking.Harry stared at him, the alley was narrow and small, he was furious, "You, why didn't you leave?!" The man smiled wryly, "I have to be able to walk."

Harry turned his head, and there were five werewolves coming from the alley, apparently they had good eyesight.

"This time it's really bad."

Harry broke away from his arm, shielded the man behind him, and held his breath—five werewolves, even if he could kill one of them, the others would rush up immediately.

"Hold my hand tightly." Harry was dripping with cold sweat.

"Avada Kedavra!" "Apparition!"

The golden-green light hit the nearest one, and as Harry expected, the others seemed to have been waiting for this moment, roaring and rushing over.

A golden halo surrounds the two of them, and they Apparate.

By the side of the small river, a strand of golden runes spread out from the bank. Harry let go of the man, feeling a little dizzy all over. "Hurry up and go!" There are hundreds of feet away from the attack site.The man stood in the darkness, unable to see his expression clearly.

For a split second, Harry felt dangerous.

It seemed that he could not even hear the hustle and bustle in the distance, and the uneasiness wrapped around his heart like a poisonous snake.

"Are you OK?"

Harry's face was pale, which made the emerald green eyes brighter and brighter.

The man still didn't speak, and Harry had the eerie feeling that he was sizing him up... yeah, why not?For Muggles, people like them probably only exist in imagination, and after what happened just now, there will probably never be any intersections again.Isn't this exactly what he wants?

The complexity in the eyes gradually settled down, and Harry's emerald green pupils calmed down again.

Only then did he feel severe pain in his shoulder. He must have been scratched by the airflow from the wolf's claws just now... Harry lowered his head and used a few healing spells, which finally stopped the bleeding.

"I have to go back."

After speaking, Harry took a deep look at the man standing in the shadows for the last time, turned around and ran towards the place where the howling wolves came from in the distance—

After about a dozen steps, the golden rune halo flashed, and he apparated.

"Drowsy!" "There are many obstacles!" "No, there are too many, we have to find a way!" Nuo Duo cursed, and they hid behind the wall of the coffee shop, and a werewolf was already lying on the ground in the middle. The cracked glass slag is scattered all over the ground, which is as beautiful as crystal under the moonlight.

"Werewolves are very resistant to magic, so powerful spells must be used—" Hermione stopped abruptly.

A fluffy head stuck out, the dark yellow eyes were bloodshot, so close, Hermione could almost smell the blood and stench from its mouth.

Too close, at the speed of a werewolf, she could be bitten any moment.

"Armor protection!"

"Avada Kedavra—!" Hermione shouted in a panic, and a cold and calm voice sounded in time.The werewolf had no time to howl, and fell heavily to the ground—the two werewolf corpses almost blocked the door, but through the original glass window, Harry's calm figure made them all heave a sigh of relief.

"Harry!" Hermione smiled palely.

"Use your flame from last time, that thing seems to restrain black magic." Harry nodded, and raised his wand without saying a word: no need for any spells, a throbbing rose in Harry's heart, and the golden flame was like fireworks gushing out When it came out, it was like a golden light rushing into the sky, piercing the darkness!

"Fractured!"

The dark night sky suddenly lit up, and the golden light exploded like raindrops—then the dull roar gradually came.It was like thunder. "Ah--!" Rolling and struggling on the ground.

Moon, just ascended to the climax.

Harry was stunned by the effect.So are his friends.However, the crying and screaming around did not decrease in the slightest.Noldor hastily summoned a dozen iron chains and tied up every werewolf.

"Don't worry about it, go save people first."

Within a few hundred feet, there were destroyed buildings, some of which were still glowing with flames. The terrified cries of Muggles and the screams of dying made this place almost a hell.