Doomed to be an enemy

When members of the Order of the Phoenix arrived in a hurry, everything had already been settled.

Twelve werewolves were tied down on the ground, with more or less severe burns on their bodies, but No. 12 Grimmauld Place was very quiet, and no werewolves rushed out.

"Harry, are you injured?!" Moody's gaze was fixed, his magic eyes fixed on Harry's right shoulder.Blood was still visible under the torn clothes there.Healing spells didn't work very well - at least Harry wasn't very good at it.Hermione covered her mouth, "My God, Harry is this...?"

"It wasn't a bite, it was probably scratched by a claw." Harry's explanation didn't work.

Hermione and Moody's detection spells slammed on him.Harry kept his mouth shut. "You should be lucky, Mr. Potter." Moody stared at the bright white light and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Being scratched is just as dangerous. It's not just being bitten that turns you into a werewolf."

Harry was taken aback, and hesitated for a moment, "So, my injury...?" "You're fine, Harry." Hermione hurriedly explained, "Look, it's normal to test spells. It's just an ordinary wound."

"Thank you."

Harry nodded, showing no sign of alarm. "A lot of Muggles have been injured. I wonder if we should send them to Saint-Germont?"

This is not an easy task.Collapsed houses buried people beneath.Most of the things dug out by magic are corpses.Men's, women's, even parents who bowed and hugged their children, and even torn corpses.The busier Harry was, the more he felt that the only warmth in his body was going away little by little. He held his wand tightly, but even his fingertips were cold.He didn't know if there were still people alive in the next building...

Even though they were Muggles, Harry closed his eyes wearily, it was still human life.

Innocent lives.

"Why are werewolves appearing there?" Mrs. Arlos, the dean of Saint-Germont, accepted this special batch of patients obligatoryly.Harry watched as the culprit werewolves were sent to the intensive care unit separately—yes, they were also sent to St. Germont's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

"Perhaps our recent actions have been too big. You know, the werewolf matter cannot be stopped." Ron rubbed his eyes sleepily, but Harry didn't think it was true, he was noncommittal. "Does Hermione think so?" "Her?...she was terrified." Ron smiled wryly. "That werewolf you killed almost bit her."

Harry fell silent.

"Thankfully, Hermione is fine though, I think we'd better let her calm down first." He motioned Harry to look down the hallway, where Hermione was pacing back and forth mindlessly muttering something.His face was as pale as the magic torch here. "Look, I'm not wrong."

It was really dangerous at that time...

"Speaking of which, did you have a plan for what you said last time?...Harry?" Ron noticed that Harry had been silent for a long time, so he couldn't help but poke him with his elbow.

"...Ah, that matter." Harry said calmly, "I already had a plan, just now."

Ron heard the surprise expression on his face, he could hardly hide his excitement, and lowered his voice, "What you said is true?!"

"It's true." They walked away from the crowd, and Ron said eagerly, "What, I mean, you figured out a way?"

"Close your ears and listen..."

Harry used a few more warning spells in one breath before he was relieved. "Remember the Invisibility Cloak?" he said slowly. "Death Eaters can tell at a glance whether a wizard is proficient in the Dark Arts, but they certainly can't see through the existence of the Invisibility Cloak-although it is a very magical thing, but Ask me to use the Imperius Curse to control a Death Eater, say it was Voldemort's sudden order to escort Mr Weasley."

"Harry, this won't work..." Ron shivered, not knowing whether it was because of the name he heard, or because of the bold plan. "You forgot, the mysterious man is also in Malfoy Manor!"

Harry said softly, "What if he's not there?"

"What?" Ron froze. "I mean, how is that possible?"

"As long as there is a reason why he has to leave..." Harry's emerald green eyes were extremely calm. "Then nothing is impossible."

When we returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, it was already dawn.

A group of wolves sitting or lying raised their heads, and they seemed to be waiting for someone.Those green eyes in the darkness were frightening and terrifying.At least everyone in the Order of the Phoenix froze. Hermione exclaimed in a low voice, causing Ron to hold down his wand subconsciously. There were too many wolves here. There were more than 200 wolves here, and they seemed to be all concentrated in the hall, as if they were wait for them.

Harry was startled, his expression was normal, at least he was sure that those werewolves who had restrained themselves from participating in the commotion that was close at hand last night were indeed harmless.

Then, a tall, muscular gray wolf transformed in front of them.

It's as painful as a man turning into a wolf.During the process of the wolf turning into a human, the creaking skeleton once made people think that any bone would be broken.

"Mr. Greer?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"It's me." He quickly grabbed the robe on the sofa and put it on. Of course, the vigorous, scarred body was still completely exposed to everyone's eyes—Ron moved his steps consciously, approaching Harry, from this angle Strictly blocking Hermione's line of sight.

After a moment of confusion, the wolves gave way to a dozen armchairs and nested together against the wall.The members of the Order of the Phoenix endured the numbness of their scalps and sat on it.Moody's magic eyes rolled almost constantly.

"What happened last night?" Greer sat down, and the beard on his face became more messy.He looked serious, "If it weren't for us being together, there would be a big mess." The werewolf's bloodthirsty was finally suppressed by the potion, but too strong external factors would also cause it to be disturbed. Not only Greer understood this common sense, but Harry also understood it. Yes, any wizard understands this.

"I'm sorry, eighteen fallen werewolves attacked the nearby Muggles."

As Harry said, his mind flicked past Rahel William's Voldemort-like face. "We have already dealt with it as soon as possible. Fortunately, you are all fine."

Greer frowned and felt a little helpless.They made such a big move to join the Order of the Phoenix, of course the Death Eaters would not be unaware.

"I'm worried that they won't give up. The Order of the Phoenix may need to send people to strengthen the surrounding vigilance, especially the full moon." Harry said, while looking at the other members inquiringly.After discussing for a while, there is no objection to this point.Greer was a little speechless. He looked at these wizards who were tired and even scarred. After a moment of silence, he said:

"I know it's been a lot of trouble for you guys, I mean, if there's anything we can do, yes, we'd love to help."

"You worry too much."

Harry said calmly, "We really need your help with one thing. Of course, it is not a full moon. Everyone must have not slept well during this attack. The Order of the Phoenix will have a party tonight, Mr. Greer If you don't mind, I would also like to invite you to participate."

While talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The living room suddenly fell silent.The wizards took out their wands reflexively, and everyone looked at each other, wondering who would come to the door at this time.

"It should be ours." Harry said calmly, "This place is also kept secret, and the Death Eaters shouldn't be able to find it."

"Open it and have a look." Moody grinned, pointed his wand, and the door opened with a bang... Sia Flamel strode in, facing the eyes of the whole room, and at least ten people. Several wands:

"Harry, I think you have to meet someone with me." He said with a wave of his wand, and a golden phoenix a little smaller flew out—"I think you want to see this." The tense atmosphere was Feeling relieved by Phoenix's distant and beautiful singing. "Looks like we have to leave." Harry looked at Mr. Greer, and took out the Portkey that he had prepared early in the morning - a piece of gravel that he had put in his pocket at some point.

Greer took it in his hand, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely be there on time."

After leaving No. 12, Grimmauld Place, they heard crackling and popping noises one after another, and members of the Order of the Phoenix apparated one after another.Harry and Cia Flamay were the first to arrive. "To be honest, I was also surprised. I didn't expect him to come here..." He looked a little worried.

"Who are you talking about? The Death Eaters?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

They quickly walked through the courtyard full of magic traps, the wide corridor, the hall, and when they turned to the living room, a man stood up from the sofa.

"Potter." The platinum-blonde hair also seemed to be a lot darker, and Draco Malfoy's brows were full of gloom, which made him look a lot duller.Harry was indeed surprised, but thinking of the tragic situation of Lucius Malfoy in the dream that day, he seemed not so surprised.

"Mr. Malfoy." The emerald green pupils suppressed surprise, and Harry put on a businesslike tone. "Please sit down."

Draco gave him a surprised look, as if he had a new understanding of this deadly enemy who had been against him for six years, and he thought that the other party would not be able to resist throwing him out.Just like... the Godfather did.He sat down in silence, organized his vocabulary, and said, "I know this is a bit abrupt. But only you can help me."

"I don't think the Order of the Phoenix needs to help a Death Eater." Moody strode in, moving so fast that Harry almost thought he was going to pull out his wand and cast a jinx on Malfoy, but he didn't.People from the Order of the Phoenix arrived one after another, which made Draco's face gradually pale.

"I am a Death Eater. I... I am willing to surrender, yes, and my father."

Harry was not surprised: "So what does Mr. Malfoy mean?" Draco took a deep breath and regained some composure: "The Malfoy family is willing to surrender to the Order of the Phoenix. The condition is that my parents must be out of danger , and get your protection." Harry's gaze was fixed on him, although Malfoy tried his best to maintain his sanity, but the sweat on his forehead, the anxiety hidden in his eyes, and the forceful force between his fingertips from time to time ...and I knew he was right.

He seemed to be terrified, and he pulled himself together to come here.

Speaking of being wary of the soul piece in the locket for the past two days, it has been a long time since I had that kind of dream after connecting.Amidst the voices of everyone talking, Harry almost agreed to his words.But he refrains:

"Can I know what kind of predicament your parents got into that made you come to the Order of the Phoenix? Are they locked up? Or were they severely punished, putting their lives in jeopardy?" Draco was startled, almost To jump up.What Porter said was exactly what his parents went through.If it wasn't for Potter's impossibility to join the Dark Lord, he almost thought he had encountered a trap.

"Yes." He said shyly, "but my mother and I rescued him. My father's condition is very bad..."

It was more than bad, they didn't dare to go to Diagon Alley, Lucius Malfoy's injury couldn't get better at all, and there was nothing around him.If it weren't for being desperate, Draco wouldn't be so scared and collapsed. "I mean, he needs a lot of soul stabilizing potion. My mother has already helped him suppress a magical riot - the Dark Lord used very deep black magic to torture him." Draco couldn't help but stretched out his hands and rolled up his sleeves, Revealing a somewhat dim Dark Mark, "No one asked me to come here, really!"

Moody stepped forward and used a dozen detection spells without hesitation. He frowned and shook his head slightly at Harry.

"Even if he didn't come here under orders, what about Lucius Malfoy... It's too risky to accept a Death Eater." "The possibility of a trap cannot be ruled out, but there is indeed news that the Malfoys haven't shown up for a long time. "I saw it too—" Someone glanced at Draco Malfoy warily, and said something in a low voice. "Really, no one can verify what the Dark Lord did to them."

"Potter... Please!" His mortal enemy, who had been right with him for six years, begged at this moment in his icy blue eyes.Harry's heart was moved for a moment, and he thought about it carefully.

"Everyone," Harry said.

With the growth of the Order of the Phoenix, he has almost secured the position of leader.So when Harry spoke, the living room quickly fell silent.This was almost comparable to the Dark Lord's majesty at the Deadly Apostle meeting, which made Draco startled.When did the Order of the Phoenix actually become Potter's voice?

He feels ridiculous and hopeless.

"I know something about Mr. Malfoy, at least he was indeed punished by Voldemort, yes, quite a severe punishment." Harry said, "Don't forget, one of our members is trapped in Malfoy Manor .With information from Mr. Malfoy, we might be able to reduce unnecessary casualties." He heard Mrs. Weasley choke out a low sob.Bill whispered beside her comforting her.

"Yes, it is not worthwhile to let everyone take risks in order to save one person. Literally speaking, it is not worth it."

Harry's voice was very calm, but every word made people's hearts tremble.

"But everyone here, no one can guarantee that one day he will not be Mr. Weasley today. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a Death Eater, and we cannot give up any member. I hope everyone will keep this in mind, no matter whether it succeeds in the end or It failed, and even more people may die. But we worked hard. We did our best, and the rest can only be left to Merlin."

"It is dangerous to accept the surrender of the Malfoy family. The Dark Mark is familiar to everyone."

The blunt words brought Draco back to his senses, and his heart tightened for a moment.

But then, Harry dropped a bomb:

"Fortunately, Mr. Flamel has developed a soul-purifying potion, which can wash away the Dark Mark."

As the Auror who knows the dark wizard best - Moody stood up almost out of composure, and even his always alert magic eyes froze, "Potter, you are talking about... washing away, no, no, removing the dark wizard mark?!"

Draco's eyes widened, staring blankly at all this.He murmured: "How is this possible..." Harry nodded amidst unbelievable gazes: "Yes, the Dark Mark works on the soul, even if you cut off your arm, it cannot be removed, only the same effect on the soul This problem can be solved only by the medicine. Fortunately, Mr. Nicole LeMay mentioned this medicine in his notes. fully produced."

"But the soul-washing potion has a very strong effect, and at the same time it will bring pain almost comparable to a dozen Cruciatus Curse." Harry added this sentence, which made everyone shiver.

Harry gave them time to think, and continued for a while, "The Malfoy family surrendered, I suggest that the Order of the Phoenix consider Mr. Weasley's situation and our newly developed soul-purifying potion, and agree."

"This not only allows those magic families who are only shocked by fear to see the hope of leaving the dark camp, but also expresses our attitude. For some repentant Death Eaters who have no evil deeds, we Willing to accept, of course, the premise is that the other party sincerely surrenders."

Draco felt that he would never forget this moment, the almost overwhelming pressure deep in Harry's emerald green eyes.