Doomed to be an enemy

The cold snowflakes seem to be falling slowly and quickly.It seems that since the first snow, some kind of bondage has been broken. The weather is getting colder and the snow is getting thicker.As if to promise tomorrow's Christmas, but also seems to want to no longer be lonely this Christmas Eve.It had been a few days since the Malfoys came to the Order of the Phoenix.According to the agreement, after this Christmas, Narcissa and Draco will go to a secret place in the Muggle world.

As Harry expected, the people of the Order of the Phoenix were indeed uncomfortable with a former Death Eater—this was after Harry let them show off their clean left arm and solemnly asked everyone not to view them as Death Eaters anymore. It's been much better.It's just a habit accumulated for many years, but we still can't talk about going together.Of course this was just the beginning, Lucius was in no rush for the task Harry had given him - this had been announced at the meeting.As a rookie, and an ex-Death Eater, it was safer to be asked to do diplomacy than to be assigned to a combat team, relatively.

Mr. Flamel and Lucius could talk about going together.Mr. Malfoy, who was just walking on the edge under a name, seems to have changed his mind. He became very busy. The last map that was requested was provided by Narcissa and Draco. Similarly, Narcissa wrote Malfoy's spell-cast invitation.

It can also be said that it is a pass to enter and exit Malfoy Manor.This made Ron so happy that he didn't even look so coldly at Draco.

The only downside is that Harry announced the news at the meeting that Voldemort sent people to find powerful dragons, including the dragon trainer. Everyone was talking about it, and everyone speculated whether it was just because of their strength.

"To be honest, although dragons are huge and most magic doesn't work, they have a very temper. Except for the dragon trainer who can control them, the effect on the battlefield is actually very limited, because you don't know whether it will turn or not. Attack its own people. Once it loses its mind, or is provoked, the scene will be completely out of control."

Hermione's words made them ponder.Harry frowned slowly: "This is a problem. I think we should contact Hagrid and ask him to go to Albania to find that Mr. Dean earlier."

"I'll go, I'm more familiar with it." Charlie raised his hand with a smile.

"There are a lot of dark wizards in Albania." Moody said after a moment of silence, "I'll find some veterans to go with you, be careful of the people and food there."

"You may not find him." Lucius said suddenly.Attracting Moody's cold gaze, his magic eyes stared over, "Malfoy, what basis do you have for saying this?"

Lucius raised his chin, glared at him, looked at Harry and said, "There is a man in the Order of the Phoenix, I remember his name is Caradoc Dearborn, right?" Harry was startled, he remembered the photo One of the people inside, "is that the missing Mr. Dearborn? Wait! Dearborn... Dearborn... Dean!" Harry's eyes fixed, and Lucius nodded slightly: "He I have a little friendship with the Malfoys, and I was in charge of tracking him with the Death Eaters, so I let her go."

He said it simply, but Harry could imagine how hard it would be to put someone under the noses of the Death Eaters.

"But why hasn't he returned to the Order of the Phoenix for so many years?" "Dearborn, that's a powerful wizard."

Everyone was discussing, and Harry rubbed his forehead, "That's not important, Voldemort is looking for him, asking him to join the Death Eaters." Lucius shuddered, facing Moody's piercing gaze, and continued: "He Not going back to the Order of the Phoenix because he has a grandson who is well hidden. I asked him to do that, or the kid might be tainted."

Facing everyone's contemptuous gazes, Lucius said nothing, and only looked at Harry above him with gray eyes.

"At least he's still alive." Harry had a headache, looked calm on the surface, and took a deep look at Lucius, "This time the person going over there is Fenrir, that werewolf. Mr. Malfoy, look I need you to run when I get up."

"Okay." Lucius nodded in satisfaction as he achieved his goal.

"Mr. Potter, I remember that the Order of the Phoenix passed a proposal to propose a supervision plan for new members for a period of two months, right?" Moody said suddenly.He was still staring at some former Death Eater.The others couldn't help but quiet down.Since Harry became the leader, this crazy Auror has become a lot more normal, and he has never refuted Harry's decision very much. Today's incident made them a little curious.

Harry understood Moody's thoughts, and he said calmly, "Do you have any specific ideas?"

Lucius' face returned to its usual indifference.He looked at Moody with a certain disdain in his gray eyes.This made the atmosphere even more tense.Only Moody said: "I can let two experienced Aurors follow him."

Lucius said coldly, "I'm not your prisoner, Moody."

Harry, too, thought the proposal was a little too much. "Mr. Moody, maybe these two people can be added to Albania this time. Of course, if Mr. Malfoy has a mission to go out within two months, he can also arrange this way. Do you two agree with this?"

Moody nodded silently, glaring at Malfoy.

Lucius smirked back. "I only accept people sent by Mr. Potter. Not you, Moody."

Harry really has a headache...

Moody's sneer was still vivid in his memory, so Harry had to ask Lupine and Bill to be the supervisors.Of course, Harry asked Mrs. Primm to prepare enough Wolfsbane potions for Lupine.In the end, Bill, Charlie, Lupine, Lucius, together with the three dragon trainers recommended by Hagrid, and several former Aurors were the diplomatic lineup this time.

After that conflict, Moody's eyes on Mr. Malfoy became strange.

But he didn't contradict Harry's decision.Of course, Harry also has his own considerations. Lupine will not lie to him and can guarantee the authenticity of the monitoring results. As a member of the Weasley family, Bill will definitely not like the Malfoy family, but he is an adult and has Sensible adults, so you can put an end to selfishness, or framing.And Harry vaguely felt that with Draco and Narcissa around, it was impossible for Lucius to betray the Order of the Phoenix.

Of course, Harry was considerate and didn't say this, feeling that it would bring trouble to the other party.

Harry didn't realize at all that he could calmly analyze himself who once hated them as well.And this is exactly what a leader must have.

A gust of wind blew, and Harry gripped his wand coldly, regretting not bringing the little flame invented by Hermione.But if it is seen by Muggles, it will be troublesome.And he doesn't know how to keep warm spells...Harry's tuition is all focused on combat spells, and he doesn't have time to review other things for the time being, let alone Mr. Flamel will find stronger spells to teach after he learns them.Harry discovered that many of those were dark arts.

Harry is a bit complicated, but he has used the strongest black magic, Avada Kedavra, several times, and it is a bit hypocritical to think about it now.

After the meeting, at the dinner on Christmas Eve, members of the Order of the Phoenix who could not be reunited with their families gathered to celebrate a New Year safely, not only them, but also their family members in a secret location.The best Christmas present ever was a roomful of letters escorted by Moody's Auror team—letters from undisclosed locations.

This almost made everyone in a hurry. When they got one of their own, they hurriedly opened it, and then found that the date inside was a certain day a few months ago. When they were wondering, someone threw over a dozen: "Hey, it's all yours. Hurry up and take it!" Then he would find himself buried in a letter foolishly.

Such a scene made the whole hall messy.Cia LeMay looked at all this with a smile: "Look, I'm right."

Lucius Malfoy was a little shocked, he really didn't expect to see such a sight.The secret location is like a place isolated from the world. The Order of the Phoenix strictly guards this secret and protects it like a dragon guarding eggs.He let go of half of his heart, yes, half of the heart that had been hanging has fallen to the ground.

At least Narcissa and Draco would be safe in the future.

"How's the security there?..." Lucius asked.Sia LeMay smiled: "I haven't gone in again. I heard it's not bad. After going through war, the people must hate disputes and killings the most. Harry provided them with the safest place, relatively speaking. The only thing they need What they promised was - 'Don't hurt each other, don't discriminate against those who come later, as long as someone can enter this place, he is one of you.' Don't look at me like that, these are Harry's exact words."

"...a self-righteous Gryffindor."

Lucius sneered, with a guilty conscience that only he knew.

"Why do you think everyone follows him? Even if he's just an underage child." Sia Lemay put away her smile and said seriously, "Because even if his every move sometimes looks outrageous and immature, it makes people laugh, but But it comes from the bottom of my heart." He spread his palms, "I taught him magic, politics, and how to convince others. But the resolutions under his leadership have nothing to do with me. I can see that every It's all his sincere thoughts. I know that in politics, sooner or later, he will lose completely. Harry will never learn what to do for profit, but for those of us who trust him, he will make the same choice. "

"There doesn't seem to be a difference, does it?"

"No." Lucius said reluctantly and dryly, "The difference is that politicians will abandon their original bargaining chips for the sake of profit, but Potter will never—if he is really like what you said."

In order to protect the chips in his hand, he will desperately earn more, yes, even if he loses his life.

Grimmauld Square was very deserted, and because of Christmas Eve, there was no one at the moment.

The smell of roast turkey, laughter, and warmth lingered in the air.He can only smell it, and maybe he will never know what it tastes like.

"Ah!"

Harry sneezed badly and adjusted his glasses.Perhaps he should heed Mr. Flamel's suggestion and use potions to restore his eyesight.I'm sure Mrs. Prempney would have been more than happy to do that, complaining that Harry was ignoring her beauty because of her damn nearsightedness.

The thought made Harry laugh a little.He tightened his cloak, feeling foolish for deciding to hold his wand bare in order to remain combat sensitive, especially in winter.Yes, wizards know Warming Charms, and he misses the Christmas dinner going on right now.But no, he had other things to do.

As usual, I checked my pocket watch, it was fine, all the hands were at zero.

Instead of going to the house on No. 12, he walked through the street in front of the door.There had only been a werewolf attack here not long ago, but the Ministry of Magic apparently took care of it.Even with Voldemort's oppressive rule, the Ministry of Magic still had to do its duties.He won't raise his salary, so why support him?Harry slandered inwardly, and of course he knew why, Voldemort never allowed others to say no, otherwise he would have to give up his life.

The street has been restored to its original appearance.It was as if the attack a few days ago had been a hallucination.

Harry stood under a pine tree, looking at the bar in the distance, and the "Enchanted" shop was actually open.The same two men in suits were at the door, and people were coming and going, completely unaware that hundreds of people died here a few days ago.

He doesn't know why he's here.

All courage collapsed at the moment of stopping.Harry wanted to tell himself that was baseless speculation, but an intuitive nerve throbbed and growled—

it's him.