Doomed to be an enemy

Overgrown with weeds in the abandoned ridges, a simple small building stands in the distance. This is a village in the northwest of England.The large fields are the whole scenery.At this time, it was not long before dawn, and people hadn't gotten up yet.The cold wind rustled the withered grass.

In this desolate sound, the air waves created by countless tiny golden runes crushed the vegetation so that it couldn't straighten up.

If anyone is around, suddenly a dozen people appear out of thin air.They wore thick cloaks and spoke softly.

"Is this the place?" Harry's emerald green eyes flashed sharp and vigilant.

Draco Malfoy hadn't recovered from the apparition that could be activated without touching, and he suddenly looked at Xiaolou upon hearing this.

Too quiet.

Draco looked around and saw no sign of a fight, so he couldn't help but feel relieved: "Yes, it's here." He took out his wand first and walked over.

There seemed to be an invisible layer around the small building, so Draco knocked a few spells carefully and lifted the guard. "This spell is to prevent those people from coming to the door." Seeing that they all took out their wands, Draco quickly explained.Since the spell was intact, he was [-]% sure everything was safe.

Unfortunately, not many people from the Order of the Phoenix came this time, and most of them were forced to rest by Harry.Ten guards, plus Harry himself and a Malfoy.That's almost all lineups. "How long have you been away?" Harry suddenly remembered a question.Draco moved his lips and said, "Only one day. Last time the Death Eaters attacked Nicolas Manor, I knew you would be there."

I think it took a lot of time on the road.Harry didn't let everyone relax, the price of carelessness was too heavy.

"Go in." Draco didn't force it, he walked slowly to the door with a heavy potion box alone.The door was opened from the inside, and a tall blonde woman came out.Narcissa Malfoy looked rather haggard, she held her wand tightly, "You guys are here." Her voice was hoarse, and there were serious shadows in her eyes, she must not be able to rest well these days.

Draco seemed to relax all of a sudden, and the weight of the potion box immediately made him a little tired.

Things were really bad for Lucius Malfoy.He was lying on a bed, his platinum-blonde hair was disheveled, and he was described as pale and gray, sometimes convulsed by unknown pain.It can be seen that a typhoon seemed to have occurred in this room, and everything was misplaced, and some furniture that had been placed for several years even disappeared.

Harry watched Narcissa busy from a distance. There were ten soul potions in the potion box, which were already in stock of Mrs. Prempennell—this was a potion that needed to be brewed for more than half a month. Potions.She carefully and patiently fed the medicine to the already unconscious Mr. Malfoy, which made Draco feel a little sad to stop.

He doesn't seem to be very helpful, always has been.

"What kind of injury did he get?" Harry frowned, and it took three consecutive potions to make Lucius' face look better and his breathing steady.There were no scars on his body, and it didn't look like he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.Draco said it was caused by black magic...Harry couldn't imagine how he could torment people so half-dead.

"I do not know."

Draco flinched, and his ice-blue pupils constricted for a moment, "When I saw my father, he passed out before he had time to explain a few things. His soul was seriously traumatized."

"Magic riot?" Harry glanced at the room, and finally understood how this mess came about.

Draco nodded reluctantly.

Two hours later, Lucius Malfoy finally woke up.His eyes were lost for a while, before he fully woke up in Narcissa's silent embrace.

"Narcissa..."

He hugged her with difficulty, but looked at his son who also looked surprised, and finally, slowly fell on the calm-faced Harry.

Those gray-blue eyes seemed to be indifferent by nature, even at this moment, this always cunning man was still able to hold his breath.

Harry found that if he controlled his temper, he could see many things more clearly.For example, the look in this man's eyes at this moment.

"Mr. Malfoy, do we need to avoid it for a while?"

Under Occlumency, Harry's emerald green eyes were so calm that they were almost ice-cold.And touching these eyes, Lucius seemed to wake up with a start, and his body stiffened.

"Dad..." Draco's worried gaze made Lucius force himself to forget the nightmare in his head, forget the three days and three nights of soul-ripping nightmare. "I'm fine. You guys are doing well." When he raised his head again, he no longer lost his composure just now, and even more maturely than Draco saw that Harry was the leader among them.

"Mr. Potter, I am very grateful for your help. All the conditions that Draco talked to you are also what I promised."

Lucius tried his best to sit up straight, "I can tell you everything I know. As long as you can protect my family as much as you can during the war." Despite his pale face and serious injuries, the head of the Malfoy family still Not willing to show weakness.Harry's eyes were calm: "This matter is already within the scope of the agreement. At the same time, the Malfoy family will do their best to help the Order of the Phoenix during the war. If you have no objection, please use the potion in the box to wash away the Dark Mark, I think , this is not a safe place."

Narcissa was stunned: "Potion? What kind of potion?"

"Potter—" Draco was startled and angry, "My father suffered a serious soul trauma, and you let him use the soul-purifying potion at this time?!"

"The Dark Mark can act on the soul, so after being forcibly washed away, the power in it will also be absorbed by the soul."

Harry was unmoved, Draco's emerald green eyes looked extremely hateful, "I have to be responsible to the Order of the Phoenix, so there is no need to discuss this matter!"

He said it decisively.

Lucius subconsciously covered his right arm, his gray-blue eyes flashed with surprise: "Draco!" He stopped his son, and then gave Harry a complicated look, "Mr. Potter, forgive me surprised. If what you say is true, then—”

"The transaction is established."

"Father!—" "Lucius?"

In the worried eyes of Draco and Narcissa, Lucius showed a flat smile, vaguely proud of the past. "Where's the potion?"

At this point, Harry suddenly remembered the so-called pride of these magic families, presumably Lucius would not want his screams to be seen by his own people - even if they had just formed an alliance.But alas, he had to watch them pour the potion on the sickening Dark Mark.Instead of covering that piece with some other spell he didn't know, walking through the gates of the Order with deceit and hypocrisy.

So he just thoughtfully stood a little further away from the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they found a few stools by the wall to sit down.

"In order to reduce the damage to the soul, this process may last for a long time." He remembered Mr. Flamel's words, and Harry dropped the same sentence flatly, and stopped talking.

How long was it, Harry didn't know, maybe minutes, or an hour?

Soon he knew he was wrong.The transparent and colorless liquid poured onto Lucius' arm, boiling up.Malfoy's brow immediately oozed sweat, and he gritted his teeth, enduring the mounting pain as though he were enduring the Cruciatus Curse.Narcissa grabbed her wand, looking at the almost unchanged Dark Mark for a while, and staring at Lucius' face for a while.

Draco felt breathless, because he himself, also had this mark - and just now his father refused to let him try it first, so that at this moment, seeing Lucius' face almost contorted in cold sweat, Draco He just felt that his internal organs were convulsing, and he wanted to vomit.

In the room, there were only Lucius' heavy breathing and the crackling sound of the potion taking effect.It sounded like it was rotting his flesh, but in fact his arm was intact, but the dark Dark Mark, which symbolized fear and despair, was slowly fading.This process really took a long time.Harry waited for twenty minutes before he saw the slightest clue.

So he had an idea.Since Lucius is determined to maintain the dignity of the patriarch of the big family, why doesn't he use the time to do something else?There was Draco doing the same thing afterward anyway.Harry whispered to his companions, most of them were newcomers, he asked four people to keep an eye on the situation outside the house, four people supervised the Malfoy family, and two people stayed by Harry's side.

Leaning against the musty-smelling wooden wall, Harry squeezed the space between his brows, he was extremely sleepy at the moment after being busy all night.He reached into his clothes and lifted a corner of the cloth bag that contained the locket.

A strange wind blew across his cheeks in this closed room.This made the two people around Harry stand up alertly.

"It's all right, Mr. Brown." Harry's face was not pretty, only he could feel the hissing whisper like the language of snakes when the gust of wind blew past his ears just now.

Harry... I knew it, it's been a long time.

Harry felt that he had done a stupid thing, communicating with the Dark Lord's soul piece when the Malfoy family was cleaning the Dark Mark... But the matter had already begun, he could only dispel his companion's suspicion, half-closed his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind Thoughts gathered fiercely into one sentence:

"Don't do superfluous things."

The soft words seemed to echo in the ear, as if there was a sweet breath brushing over the skin: "Irreverent boy, don't you want something from me?"

Suppressing the discomfort, Harry clenched his jaw coldly.

"I need to prove something."

The other party smiled kindly: "Harry, you usually only look for me about him. You shouldn't be wary of me, you know, we could have seen better - as long as you relax your brain a little, it will Hard as a wall. You're tired, boy...it's easier to leave it to me, huh?"

Harry was really sleepy to the brim, and he was beginning to think he probably hadn't had a brain when he did it.Using Occlumency as hard as he could—it made him even more tired.

"You know that's impossible."

"It's a pity." Almost without a sigh, Harry didn't want to talk to him about anything else. The second-year Ginny's vitality was still vividly drawn by the diary, and he thought almost without ups and downs: "Then, you the meaning of?"

"What if I say no?"

Even if it was only a part of the soul, it seemed to sense the urgency in Harry's heart.Slyly, he threw the question back to the savior.A sharpness flashed in the latter's emerald green eyes: "Maybe I should trade you for more benefits?" Harry pursed his lips, a little regretful, maybe he shouldn't use this to provoke the other party, but this is Its only weakness.

However, the faint guilt disappeared completely in the low laughter in the ear: "Harry, Harry..."

He could almost fucking feel the pleasure in it.Harry suddenly became unhappy: "What are you laughing at?"

"You have the same traits as Dumbledore, but I hate him." The unfinished ambiguous words made Harry suddenly annoyed, "I said, do you want to help?"

"Of course, of course." The sly voice was as smooth as a snake. "Why not? It's an honor, Harry."

Harry closed his eyes, trying to relieve their dryness.Not only did he have to prevent the Dark Lord from finding out about his actions, yes, that damned piece of soul was the first to bear the brunt, but he also had to prevent this part of the soul in the locket from spying on his brain.Two-sided Occlumency, eh?

In the gradually quiet darkness, Harry waited quietly, he knew it would not be long.

As if through a curtain, a voice gradually came from afar.Then the curtain becomes thin and blurry, with light, room, and people.