Doomed to be an enemy

The lights in the bar were still dim.

There were obviously more people this time, and Harry scanned around, but none of them were women.It made him feel weird.Compared with the past, today is Christmas Eve, and the number of drinkers has not decreased but increased?Then Harry noticed that some of them were close together, as if two individuals were snuggling up for warmth in this cold winter.

Harry couldn't help but lose his mind.

"Hey, hello boy~" The waiter came to deliver the wine, and couldn't help approaching him when passing by, "Your gentleman is not here, why don't you play with us?"

"playing what?"

Harry heard that Rachel was not there, and he didn't know whether it was disappointment or relief.This made him a little uncomfortable, but his tone was habitually calm, as if nothing happened.

The waiter's brown eyes lit up, and he looked at Harry almost greedily.This time Harry had just come out of a banquet. The black and white dress was covered with a slender and elegant overcoat—it could completely see how beautiful the young figure was. The outermost layer was a thick velvet cloak that was draped over his body. , embroidered with dark patterns, if you fully open it, you will find that it is a pattern of a handful of flames.

This almost rigorous clothes can only backfire sometimes.Harry quietly put his wand back into his clothes.A little regretful of his impulsiveness just now, he should go back to the dinner party at LeMay Manor instead of dealing with a man's accusation here.

"I mean, I have to go." Harry turned to leave, but was grabbed by the wrist by the waiter, "Don't go, I promise you will like it."

Almost reflexively, Harry wanted to throw the Charm, and then he realized that this was not a battlefield, this man was just a Muggle.

As soon as he relaxed, he was dragged to the bar, where there were already three people.

"Don't be nervous, little guy. I'm Jim, and these two are Paul and Daniel. There's a game of four, I mean you just happened to be here, why don't we come together." The tall man——Harry doubted this The physique seems to be that of a football player - standing up and introducing himself.He was black, with very white teeth, and when he smiled at Harry he reminded him of a werewolf for no reason.

Well, at least werewolves don't have such white teeth.

Harry forced himself to concentrate, "Sorry, I don't know how to play." "Hey, don't rush to say no, we'll give you the money if you win." Paul was a flirtatious-looking man, well-dressed and casual. "See, there's a bottle over there, put a coin in it, and you'll get double the money, and if you hit it twice in a row, you'll get quadruple, and so on, boy, we can win this store and go bankrupt!" Patting him on the shoulder, Harry took a step back and ducked.

Muggle games?

Frowning, Harry always felt that something was wrong.Yes, it's a very familiar feeling, just like just now, there is no evidence but the intuition that the other party has bad intentions.

He suddenly wanted to teach these men a lesson.If they really mean it.

So Harry let go of his brow and smiled.The emerald green eyes are cold and vaguely contemptuous, beautiful as the light of the Death Curse, the breathtaking brilliance is almost more deceptive than the Imperius Curse, just looking at it makes me feel obsessed.The three men glanced at each other and felt a little short of breath.

"Okay." Harry said softly.

The bottle is indeed a bottle, a long-necked glass bottle with a narrow mouth placed on the bar, and coins are inserted from the other end of the long table.The waiter turned on the lights, so that the whole bar could see the light here.People's attention is drawn.Harry brought money this time, fivepence silver pieces being the smallest, and he tossed it casually at the bottle.

With a clang, it burst from the bottle.

There was a buzz of discussion below, and more greedy eyes swept over.

"Hey, come on, little guy."

Harry raised his eyebrows, he was sure that he had used the idea of ​​certainty just now, and the magic had been driven - just a little bit, he didn't want the coin to take a trajectory that could not be explained by physics.He took out another coin from his pocket, the weight was not right, and he glanced at the thing in his hand - it was Gold Galleon.Harry couldn't help laughing, he couldn't lose this time, otherwise he would really be at a loss.

The emerald green eyes stared at the bottle calmly, the magic power flowed along a wonderful trajectory, and a spell was vaguely stuck in his throat.Or maybe it wasn't a spell, but pure magic.The white hand threw out the golden magic coin, and everyone's eyes followed the golden light, just like Harry chasing the golden snitch in Quidditch, and then without any surprise, Jin Gallon was thrown into the flask inside.

There was a crisp clang, and the coin trembled inside for a while before falling down.

The audience was silent.Harry frowned, their eyes were strange, as if he had done something impossible.Emerald green eyes glanced suspiciously.Jim opened his mouth wide, as if he hadn't recovered yet, while the other two stared straight at the bottle.

Is there a problem with the bottle?

Harry narrowed his eyes and asked the question suddenly. "No, of course not." Jim finally came back to his senses, "Little guy, you're awesome!" He forced a smile, "But it can only be ordinary coins, not commemorative gold coins." Of course Muggles don't know Gold Galleons are only regarded as commemorative gold coins issued by certain institutions.

He began to wonder if he had misread it. Is this young man really easy to deceive?I don't know how many boys have paid their debts because this trick fell into their hands, and they have exchanged them for large sums of money and opportunities.Yes, he only said how to win, but didn't say how to lose?Winning and losing should be equal, right?

Harry was magical, watching Jim's expression, a little interested in what he was thinking, and then his smile faded away.He doesn't know how to legilimency, and the basic thoughts combined with magic power can only have very simple effects, such as hearing the other party's thoughts at the moment.

"Okay then, just use ordinary coins."

Harry was downright indifferent, looking offended.He was trembling with confidence, but on the surface he was calm and nothing, only the emerald green eyes became colder and colder.This is a bunch of scum, hopeless scum.Underneath these, Harry's translucent eyes glanced at the people who were peeping over here, and Harry felt a little nauseous. How many people are waiting to see a boy being led to depravity?Or are they waiting for him to be caught, and then swarm up and share the food?

No amount of anger could affect Harry's sanity, and he had already sworn not to let himself get carried away.

Therefore, these people just saw the boy glance around calmly, even a little coldly, as if aloof, and the eyes that looked like the light of the death curse were astonishingly beautiful.

Harry took out a large £2 coin and threw it almost as soon as he looked away.

The magic made the coin rush towards the mouth of the bottle - it didn't fly away like the previous one, but fell gracefully and calmly inside.

"This...how is this possible?!" Jim stared blankly at Harry taking out coins from his pocket without interruption, no matter what the denomination was, throwing them into the bottle calmly and indifferently one by one.The tinkling sound means that the coins are lying with their kind, and none of them fail, all hit!

"Don't throw it! Don't throw it!——" Paul roared and rushed over, "Boy! Didn't you hear?!" He reached out to grab the opponent, Harry judged the opponent's position with cold eyes, and took a step back, Just let him go blank.

"Why not?" He put his foot on someone's back for the first time, like a villain, or villain.Harry sneered at the thought, a warm smile. "Or, I should throw the coin out on purpose so you guys can blackmail me for a large sum, I guess that's a number I can't pay back, huh?"

"Little bastard! Get the fuck up!—"

Harry watched Paul struggle under his feet with cold eyes, ignoring the disappointed boos from below.There was a spasm in his stomach, and the place literally made him gag.

"Boy, you'd better be acquainted, we have the final say on winning or losing." Jim and Daniel approached slowly, "We just want to play with you, just kidding."

Harry tilted his head slightly, and there was no emotion in his emerald green eyes: "This is not a joke, you see, you have cheated so many people with your own rules, shouldn't you follow this rule now?" British pound coin at the bottom, "How much do you owe?"

"Fuck! Go to hell with you!"

Harry's murmur irritated them thoroughly.Jim roared and punched him, and Harry quickly dodged around behind him, watching him and Daniel collide into a ball with cold eyes.Those emerald green pupils really shone with a cold light. "So you want to die?"

Jim lifted Paul up and glared at him, but when he bumped into those eyes, his mind went blank for a moment, and for some reason, a coldness permeated his heart.A fear that makes the bones numb and itchy takes away all the warmth from the limbs.The invisible wind floats in this closed room.

That's Harry's magic.

He really wanted to kill them.These hopeless scum!

"If I were you..." Harry clenched his fists and said suddenly, staring at them, "I'd spend all my money on those kids and swear never to do anything like this again."

Some people were laughing, but there seemed to be a strange magic power that made them listen quietly, and a kind of power suppressed them.Harry approached slowly, and found that the pupils of the other party's eyes had shrunk to the limit, and his expression was dull. His expression did not change, and he still said coldly: "Then, those who want to die should find a way, and those who want to live, go to the police station and surrender. What the result, repent for the crimes you committed, bastards!"

Harry's internal organs were throbbing with anger, but the three men seemed to have a sudden jolt, and rushed out of the bar.

A wave of dizziness came over his mind, and Harry staggered back two steps, almost unsteady on his feet.This is angry, and it is also a sequela caused by the consumption of mana.Harry knew that he had just accomplished an incredible feat.Yep, that's a feat for myself.

The Imperius Curse without a sound or a stick!

This is his first silent and wandless magic.Just this evening he was still guilty of learning the Dark Arts, and now he could use the Unforgivable spell on Muggles with incredible proficiency.There was a bitter taste in Harry's mouth.Just now he almost, almost wanted to use another, more unforgivable spell.

It made him unbelievable, and the guilt and weakness after the anger almost made it impossible for him to stand.And one palm was pressed on his shoulder, and the muscles underneath immediately tensed up. The success of the silent and wandless magic just now seemed to have lingering aftertaste, and Harry completed another one in the blink of an eye.

Let loose!

The palm loosened, and another hand grabbed him. "That's enough, Harry!" A faint peppermint aroma came from the chest behind him, and the man's hand grasped his shoulder extremely hard.Harry recognized the voice, exhausted. "Mr. William." His voice was very soft, as if he had no strength to speak.

Harry was embraced by him and walked into a sofa in a corner.And then those annoying sights are gone too.Plants and cabinets block them.

Those hands pressed him hard to sit on the sofa.Harry let him do it, expressionless.After anger comes endless exhaustion. "I thought you wouldn't come here anymore." The notebook he gave to the other party contained a spell that could prevent the Ministry of Magic from finding it.Harry wanted the gentleman to stay away from here, away from him, which meant away from danger.

"I'm not going anywhere, Harry." Rachel stared at him with wine-red eyes without blinking, "Actually, you don't need to be angry with them, there are too many of them."

Yes, I was so angry that I learned silent and wandless magic without a teacher.

Harry smiled bitterly: "I just hate my hypocrisy." Rahel raised his eyebrows, "I don't think so. They really deserve to die, don't they? If what you say is true."

Harry nodded lightly: "I heard their thoughts..." He paused, shaking his head, "I don't know how to do this, maybe I just succeeded by accident because I was thinking too much at the time. Now I can't hear yours "Harry smiled weakly, he knew how annoying it was to be read mind, even if that guess was true, at least at this moment, he didn't want to pay attention to it.At least the other party is still "Rahel William" now, isn't it?

Rahel didn't speak, as if he had never seen Harry before, his wine red eyes were so focused. "Why didn't you kill him, I mean you were so angry just now, it looked like you were going to do that." His voice was low and soft, as if to make people addicted.

Harry closed his eyes, and when he opened them, all the fragility was buried in those emerald green eyes: "I don't want to become like them. I am human, and so are they. What right do I have to take their lives? No one With this qualification, it is right for them to accept the correct punishment. Yes, I almost used the wrong method."

This sentence seems to admit a kind of unbearable, a kind of filth.

Harry clenched his fist slowly, nails digging deep into his palm.The aversion to black magic and the surprise that he was so proficient in using it made him extremely sick.

This kind of thing becomes more profound as the years go by.In front of people, Harry can't show the slightest weakness and flaws. He can't throw up because he killed a, oh, or a group of Death Eaters, and he can't be sad because he killed a few werewolves. That's not what the savior should do. He It must be a benchmark, a monument that never collapses.But that doesn't mean he's ignorant.Hermione was vaguely aware of it, and talked to him a few times, but Harry shrugged it off.

No one can help him with this kind of thing, saying it is just one more person to worry about, why bother?

People trusted him, for the Order of the Phoenix, for the hard work of that old man, he abandoned his hesitation, timidity, creed, and even ego.Harry sadly felt that his bottom line was being lowered step by step, from never killing people, not learning black magic, to no matter what, just use it.Maybe one day, I will become the person I hate the most.

Every person he shelters is relieved, and his shoulders will be ten times heavier.

And further ahead, there was another Voldemort lying there like a huge mountain. "Harry..." For a moment, Harry thought it was the voice of the man in the locket, sighing, hissing with the natural beauty of that voice.A pair of soft and dry hands grasped his hand, and all the strength in his body disappeared somehow, while the other party rubbed his fingers away little by little, fresh blood bubbling from the palm, the bright red blood fell on the white skin. Her skin was as beautiful as rose petals.

"Rahl?" Harry stared at him blankly, and at some point the man had already sat beside him, staring at the wound in a daze.Something seemed to flash in those wine-red eyes... He lowered his head hesitantly, and put his slender hand on the palm, Harry was stunned.

The beautifully shaped lips touched the sensitive skin of the palm of the hand, and the tip of the tongue gently swept over the wound, carrying the charm of the man himself, but the seemingly gentle movements made Harry's wound ache, as if he could feel the blood being drawn into the wound. Every process of smoking.The instigator half-closed his wine-red eyes, and the laziness and comfort in them overlapped with someone almost instantly.

Harry stared at him blankly.

The sadness that came from the bottom of his heart seemed to have been cast with a disappearing spell. His thoughts rushed out of the quagmire, but he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

It seemed that it took a long time before his lips left, and he said with some regret: "Forgive me," he leaned forward, his blood-stained lips seemed to make his breath smell bloody, "It's really you... It's tempting." Nothingness became reality, this scene that Harry had once imagined was abruptly drawn before his eyes, only to find that he had underestimated the temptation in it.

Every word, every breath is tempting him.

Until that voice, heard on the battlefield, heard in dreams, heard in the soul tablet in the locket... but never once was it so real.The breath brushed over the pinnae, and from there, the skin turned red inch by inch.Harry was about to jump up, the unprecedented panic broke his calm appearance, Harry dodged backwards, "Mr. William, are you, are you drunk?!" Then he heard the man's joyful low laughter, The vibrating chest and breathing, carefully considering the words, spit out a sentence after a while: "Look, isn't this becoming alive and kicking?"

He was leaning on the sofa, and the beautiful lines came into view with the lights and the tailored clothes. Harry realized that the other party was also wearing clothes that seemed to be dresses, as if he had also avoided some kind of banquet.

"So you're joking?" Harry asked helplessly.

"Oh? Harry..." Rahel raised his eyebrows, his wine-red eyes were full of teasing smiles, "Or you hope, isn't that a joke? Huh?" The softly murmured ending made the air tremble. So sweet and ambiguous.

Harry's face was completely red, and he gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"That's a pity." Rahel said sincerely.

"Aren't you hot?"

"What?" Harry was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was still wearing a cloak, and after a series of events just now, the shirt inside was almost wet with sweat, he frowned, and raised his hand to undo the buttons and ribbons on it.And during this process, Rahel stared at him intently, and Harry was a little embarrassed by that substantial gaze.I had to take off the cloak in a hurry, and under the dark velvet was a close-fitting dress. The waistline of the teenager was almost the highlight of this suit, beautiful but not revealing, elegant but not frivolous.With Madam Malkin's handiwork, Harry could fully support the suit.

For their first Christmas since their reunion, the Order of the Phoenix had to make sure Harry's image was perfect.

Rahel narrowed his wine-red eyes slightly, his eyes lingering on this beautiful body, "No wonder they dare to ignore the rules here..."

"What?" Harry didn't hear his whisper.

"No, nothing." Rahel denied.