Doomed to be an enemy

"If I remember correctly, today is Christmas Eve, what made you wander the streets?" Rahel sat back across from her, elegantly crossed her legs, and crossed her fingertips on her knees.Harry paused, but did not answer: "Perhaps I should ask you the same question, Mr. William."

"Cunning brat. I don't have a family, so of course I can only live this day by myself." Rahel raised his eyebrows.

Harry didn't feel sorry at all, but the other person's appearance was so deceiving that he had to say, "That's really sorry." "I accept, so now it's your turn."

"I didn't say I had to tell you." Harry smiled slightly.

"Then you've stumped me." The more Harry concealed it, the more Rachel wanted to know, and the wine-red eyes stared at him, "Boy, don't you know how to reciprocate?"

Is this implicitly accusing him of being rude?Sighing inwardly, Harry could only tell the truth, "I don't know."

"what?"

"I said I didn't know!" Harry repeated loudly angrily.When he stopped outside the bar, he knew that all the excuses he made were fake, and he didn't dare to think deeply about the real reason, nor could he think deeply about it.He had come to make a break.

Rahel seemed surprised, and he looked at Harry, who avoided his gaze.Rahel's eyes slowly filled with a smile, with a hint of complacency. "You don't know? Huh?" He laughed at the answer he guessed, and his heart was flooded with pride and joy, so that he also buried that strand of strangeness.

"I guess...it's because of me, right? Harry?" Rahel smiled meaningfully.

"Arrogance." Harry glanced at him contemptuously, his emerald green eyes shining beautifully under the dim light, "I just came here to take a look around. To avoid any more enemies coming under the orders of that lunatic and terrorist boss Terrorist attacks."

But these words didn't hit Rahel, and he smiled more happily.

"Harry, I wish you were an adult," he said, spreading his hands. "Look, I'm obsessed with you."

Fluent words were stuck in this kind of color teasing, and Harry felt that he would never be good at dealing with such scenes. "I think I should go back."

"indeed."

On the street, the snow has stopped.It crunched and Harry broke out in a sweat.Being blown by the cold wind only feels cold to the bone.I just vowed again that I will learn the warming spell next time.I heard Rahel tighten her clothes and said uncomfortably, "It's a bit cold, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, then realized that those wine-red eyes were looking at him intently, and shook his head immediately: "Don't look at me, I haven't learned this spell yet." He confirmed that he saw the corner of the other's mouth twitch.Finally, he showed a helpless look, "Okay." "Don't do this, I've made up my mind, I'll practice when I get back." Harry sneezed again.Then he felt a pair of hands grabbing him into his arms, the body under his coat was so hot and compelling, Harry narrowed his eyes, and unceremoniously stretched his hands into his sides to encircle his waist coldly .

He heard the sound of Rahel gasping for air, and then his gritted words sounded from the top of his head: "You're welcome."

"Thank you for the compliment." Harry responded arrogantly with raised eyebrows.

In the ice and snow, they hugged each other, but without the magic spell to keep them warm, they would only feel colder if they stood still for a while. "This won't work, let's go." Harry gritted his teeth and broke away from this still warm embrace.Rahel looked down at him and nodded slowly.

In the ice and snow, they walked slowly.

"That's enough. I haven't suffered like this since I learned magic." Harry muttered.

"Harry, did I say is there any other way to replace that spell you didn't learn?" Rachel couldn't bear the cold either.Harry glanced at him, a little bit of a smile in his heart, well he'll be with you. "Well, yes. But I can't control it very well." Harry scratched his hair in confusion.

"Well, maybe you're right."

Rahel had a bad feeling.Before he could ask what Harry was talking about, the boy took out his wand,

"Devil Flame!"

A ray of dark golden flame rushed out of the wand and turned into a ten-foot phoenix, which spread its wings and swooped high.Rahel watched all this blankly, until Harry grabbed his hand and said, "Run!" The joy in that voice made Rahel come back to his senses and grit his teeth secretly. "Why is it chasing us?!" "I let it chase, run! Don't talk!" They ran on the snow-paved ground, followed by a damn fire phoenix that would be burned to death, haha Li held his hand tightly, and the cold air was inhaled into his lungs, turning into fiery breath and stirring up a thick white mist.Rachel felt that he had never run away in such a panic.

After running through the street, Harry dragged him to the side, and then used a spell stop when he turned around.

The devil fire immediately disappeared into the air.

The tense atmosphere disappeared.Harry felt hot and sweaty, and so did Rahel. "This is your method? Huh?" The other party's gnashing of teeth sounded clearly in the ear. "At least we're not cold now." Harry smiled broadly. "A boy who makes his own way." Rahel wished he could bite him angrily, and he really did.

When Harry was smiling smugly, he grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms. This child fit him so well, and he could kiss those rosy lips just by bowing his head.He wanted to bite mercilessly, to punish the child for being so bold.But touching the breath that was soft like petals, with a little bit of lemon juice aroma, made most of the anger disappear.

The stiff body in his arms undoubtedly showed his lack of experience.

Rahel narrowed her eyes, bit and sucked her lips, and in the trembling of the boy, the tip of her tongue stuck into the closed mouth, like a cunning snake, intertwined with another, they courted and lingered, A breath hotter than sweat exploded between the lips and teeth.Harry's mind was blank, and he could only jerky want to break free, but was firmly imprisoned by Rachel's hands, so he had to passively bear this aggressive demon's kiss.

Complexity appeared in Harry's emerald green eyes, and he stared at Rahel's burgundy eyes showing pleasure and provocation.This seems to fascinate the other party.The wine-red eyes seemed to deepen, the kiss deepened, and Harry felt the tip of his tongue almost reaching his throat, teasing everything in his mouth, while the other hand reached into the dress, kissing the young man with the cold air. The sweaty body, a shiver brought Harry back to his senses, and he began to struggle, struggling hard.

Rahel backed away with regret.

"asshole!"

Harry covered his lips and glared at him angrily.He quickly took out a square box from his pocket, restored its size and stuffed it into Rachel's arms, then turned around mercilessly and disapparated.

"You're going to spend Christmas alone all the time!"

In the distance, the clock strikes midnight.Harry's last words were still lingering in his ears, Rahel—no, that was the real Voldemort with a smile and cast a dozen warming spells on himself.Then he grasped the box tightly and opened it casually.

A silver metal pendant with densely carved characters looks very ugly and inconspicuous.But Voldemort froze.He picked up the chain of the pendant and took it out. The moment he touched it, there was a gentle fluctuation of magic power lying on the surface of his body, shallow, soft...even powerful.

This is an alchemical item that resists jinxes.It can also allow the wearer to be teleported to a designated place when he feels fear, which is quite beautiful in effect.Even the Death Curse can be refracted several times, yes, it is not blocked, but refracted, deviated from the target to protect the wearer.Strange conception, naive production techniques - at least the unsightly ancient rune on it is enough to prove that this is made by a wizard who is not proficient in alchemy, or a young wizard.

And most importantly, there is a rare kind of white magic on it.It is an ancient blessing that allows people to avoid disasters, diseases, and pains, and to retain happiness and tranquility.

Ancient magic is all about the soul.

That is to say, the more sincere the heart is, the more powerful the power of this blessing will be.And when he got it, he no longer needed the Warming Charm.Even the tyranny and irritability of the lack of soul are gently soothed by this power, just like the raging sea is soothed, gaining real peace.This magic body doesn't have much sense of taste and pain—yes, even though they look the same as normal people, Voldemort knows very well that a wizard's body cannot be mass-produced by magic. He gains infinite power and loses some The price is fair.

But these lost things seem to come back in an instant.He could feel the harshness of the cold wind, but he could not be affected by it.He could feel the roaring and rushing magical power in his body, but he could still taste the scent of lemon in the boy's body fluid in his mouth.He could acknowledge the name Lord Voldemort without any scruples, and this powerful and wonderful blessing was still alive.

It's not just for Rahel, it's for him.

"Harry..."

Apparating back to the vicinity of the Flamel Manor, Harry still felt his face was hot. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his lips. When he touched the slightly red and swollen place, he couldn't help gasping.

"Bastard!" He tried to call up a mirror, seeing the obvious traces of kisses on the red and swollen lips, Harry was so angry that he almost wanted to throw a few Avadas at the other party.He tried to use the healing spell in white magic, and he frantically organized himself until nothing seemed strange.

By midnight, everyone's spirits were high, but Harry was tired.Anyone who is chased by the devil's fire for several kilometers will be tired.

He quietly avoided Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Flamel who were chatting, Ron and Hermione who were snuggling together, Moody who was drunk, Kingsley and Lupine who were dancing, and Narcissa and Della who were sitting in the rest area. Co... Harry went back into the room and took off his glasses wearily.

It's over, Harry.

He said so to himself.Your meeting was a mistake.He won't just be a Muggle named Rahel William, and you won't just be an impulsive wizard.It's all just a joke of fate.Harry laughed to himself, not wanting to acknowledge the unblessed feelings in him.

In fact, looking back on everything, the other party left a lot of loopholes.The identical appearance is the most obvious among them.remember?Harry, someone once said that names are magical, you didn't pay attention, and you deserve to be tricked now.As Rahel, the other party obviously had nothing to do with Voldemort, at least not enough for you, a fool, to see it.

Taking off his clothes one by one, Harry walked tiredly to the bathroom with his pajamas.

To this day, when he taught the three Muggles a lesson, he obviously didn't notice someone coming in from the door, and the waiter had already said that the other party was not here today, so how could Rachel, who was obviously just an ordinary Muggle, enter quietly?And his clothes obviously came out of a banquet, with a conservative and old-fashioned style. As a veteran wizard, the Dark Lord probably doesn't know what kind of dress is popular among Muggles now...

The hot water flowed down the skin, seeming to dilute the bitterness.

After the first meeting, Harry really thought that the other party was an ordinary Muggle.He also consulted Mr. Flamel, referred to a large number of notes of Mr. Nicole Flamel, and spent several nights—only nights were his private time—to make the amulet.For this reason, he specially set up a separate secret place in the Muggle world, a small but very comfortable place - he engraved his name on the amulet, and it would disappear after it was first shown to a stranger.Rahel's empathy and friendliness made Harry go out of his way to help him.However, for the second attack, the more Harry thought about it afterwards, the more he felt that something was wrong. The intuition in his mind made him irritated. When he was enchanting the white magic... he almost knelt down until his knees hurt before praying for success.

He no longer dared to imagine what the success of this white magic meant.

Harry made a bet to himself, if Rahel was really Voldemort, with that arrogant character, he would definitely not throw this thing away.At least hold it in your hand and look at it.Among the countless ancient runes, only one was Harry's intention.That's a detection spell, a two-way detection spell.

They have two different names, but they are the same person...

In the billowing steam, an identical amulet on Harry's chest gleamed intensely, like blood, with only one rune on it.And not long after he left Grimmauld Place it was still a soft purple.Harry smiled wryly, nothing could be more convincing than this.So, it's really over...

You are alone again.

Take it all, Harry, it's too heavy for anyone to share, and you might as well carry it till you die.The faint pain in his heart was gradually intensifying, Harry suppressed his own sadness, and calmly walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, his tears seemed to be washed away by the hot water, his emerald green eyes were dim and calm.As usual, he swiped out the light with his wand, curled up in the blanket, trying to curl himself up as much as possible.

Calm, fall asleep.