Doomed to be an enemy

The cold wind blew past me, but the cold faded away.

There was no one in the ice and snow, and Voldemort's wine-red eyes had an unreadable expression, and his fingertips were caressing this amulet that didn't suit his aesthetics.Almost soft.

The Dark Lord has always been good at deceiving people and controlling everything.

Yes, it was impossible for the other party to resist whoever he wanted to get close to.Until the mystery is revealed, he's the one standing on top to watch the fun.

Black smoke spread from the sleeves of his robe, and Voldemort turned into a cloud of black mist and soared into the sky, sinking into the clouds.His pale fingers grasped the insignificant chain, and the metal amulet slapped against the back of his hand under the force of the wind—knocking and bumping, with unfamiliar pain.

But Voldemort ignored it, he wasn't in the mood.

...Harry Potter, his sworn enemy, how could he escape and thwart the plans of the Dark Lord so many times?

After recovering most of his soul, with enough strength, reason, and patience, Voldemort couldn't help thinking about this matter that had involved most of his energy before.Apparently, in less than half a year—to be exact, three months—from being a homeless dog, Potter not only reunited the Order of the Phoenix, but also allowed it to grow stronger, and even... the so-called secret place became a neutral place. , war-weary wizards' sanctuary - even dangerous werewolves are among them.

To be honest, it really impressed Voldemort.He began to realize his former bias.

It's ridiculous that members of the Order of the Phoenix can't enter the secret location - the former Death Eaters laughed at it and didn't take it seriously.They viciously pursued the members of the Order, jeering loudly before killing them.But Voldemort knew that unless he could capture the boy, he would never be able to get those protected places as easily as he did 16 years ago.

Dumbledore never took such troublesome things, and basically no one would make himself a target so stupidly.

And that boy has grown up...the holly wood wand point still has the burn of the death curse on his chest, and with that, there are times in his dreams, those pair of eyes that seem to be burning with flames, beautiful Amazing emerald green eyes.He just looked at himself without hesitation, and rushed over, as if he was about to fall into hell with him in his arms.

Voldemort had to admit, it was an impressive touch.

Black mist fell on Malfoy Manor, and Voldemort was surrounded by servants who had seen him kneel and prostrate. "Master, you are back." Even if their banquet was only halfway through and the Dark Lord left in a hurry, no one dared to step forward to ask a question.Yes, it was his emotions that had always influenced that child, and now Voldemort experienced it too. The sudden anger and murderous intent almost made Voldemort crush his wine glass.

Ignoring these servants, the Dark Lord never needed to explain.

"Go on, Dolokhov."

Abandoning the indifferent words, the black cloak on Voldemort's body replaced the Muggle coat, and he walked lightly across the path that was bowed out by the people.

The air here smelled of black magic. If Potter was here, he would have vomited.Just like he saw not so long ago.Almost perfect silent wandless magic, perfect Imperius.Even Voldemort couldn't help applauding secretly.The only fly in the ointment is probably that it is not as cold as the death curse.

The footsteps stopped slowly, and the crowd rustled and maintained a respectful posture. In the open space in the middle of the garden full of dining tables, there were three Muggles being manipulated like marionettes, men, women, and children.They struggled, the desperate eyes excited the Death Eaters, Voldemort squinted his eyes, the boy also had a pair of clear green eyes, they were now filled with tears, wide open and dazed, his body was twisted backwards Shape.

"Please..."

The boy's parents seemed to realize that the person in front of him had a very high status and began to beg. Voldemort shut them up with just a flick of his wand.

"I am a human being, and so are they. What right do I have to take their life? No one has the right to do so. It is right for them to accept the correct punishment."

Thinking of the boy's emerald green eyes... Slowly Voldemort walked up to the Muggle boy.Almost gracefully, looking at the nervous and frightened look of the boy: "Are you scared?" He said softly.

The Death Eaters chuckled lowly. They didn't know why the Dark Lord was interested in the game of killing Muggles, but this didn't hinder their excitement.

The boy shook his head and nodded, he was almost crying, his green eyes looked timid and pitiful.

"Do you want to go back to your mother's arms?" Voldemort let him drop in front of him, still hanging in the air, but returned to his normal posture.The boy's breathing became easier. He didn't dare to speak, but nodded quickly.

Voldemort still looked charming at the moment, just without a smile.He looked at the boy with harsh eyes, his body was too soft and thin, and he didn't look as good as the well-trained muscles.Too short, I'm afraid it won't be comfortable to hold... Most importantly, "Don't look at me like that." The bone-like wand pointed at the boy's jaw, Voldemort slowly, with a commanding tone Said: "Take a little courage, or be angry. Look, don't you hate me for treating your parents like this?"

Fear deepened in those clear eyes.

Voldemort frowned displeased.

"If you don't do it, you will never see your parents again." The Dark Lord said softly.

The Death Eater's laughter was sparse, and a look of embarrassment appeared in the boy's eyes.He tried his best to restrain his fear, and tried his best to look at the man bravely.His breathing was rapid and his small chest heaved.The child's eyes were very clean, but because they were too clear, Voldemort found it very boring to look at.

There will be no determination to risk life and death, nor will there be almost suffocating depression.

Not to mention, there is that smiling face, but full of complexity and struggle.

See, after leaving for a while, he already started to miss the owner of those eyes.The tip of the wand slid away from the cheek: "You have beautiful eyes, little one."

"It's a pity, but I don't know how to resist."

"It's a pity..." The Dark Lord placed on his chest dispiritedly, "Avada Kedavra."

The boy maintained a frozen expression, and slowly fell down. His parents screamed like crazy, causing the Death Eaters to hiss and excited.

The carnival continues.

There would never be another pair of eyes like that, nor another child as foolish as Potter.The Dark Lord returned to the ornately decorated bedroom alone, feeling more and more unhappy. "Coco." He said suddenly.

"Honorable sir, what are your orders!" On the luxurious carpet, the elf appeared out of nowhere with a crackling sound, and bowed deeply.

"I'd like a glass..." Pursing his lips, Voldemort frowned in distaste, "Lemon juice. It shouldn't be too sweet, it should be more fragrant." After the elf disappeared, he sat down in the armchair in front of the fireplace, The robe dragged on the ground.His pale fingers curled up the pale golden chain, stared at it for a while, and then slowly threw a few spells on it.Obviously, as he expected, there are no harmful spells, speaking of...

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at one of the runes.

"Harry...you are much smarter than I thought." In the room, the Dark Lord whispered to himself like a whisper.

After several days and nights, the snow finally stopped.Hogsmeade was almost covered in white.When there are no students visiting, it is quiet like a lady.

The Hog's Head was probably the first to open.Several wizards in thick robes knocked on the door.The dark roof, the dirty table and bar counter, the fire in the fireplace was roaring, and the heat emitted made the few people who entered the room sigh. "For Merlin's sake, what would you like to drink?"

The old man who suddenly appeared at the bar looked at these uninvited guests impatiently, and the waiter who opened the door was at a loss—it was a young wizard. "Five glasses of honey beer and ginger ale, thank you." The old man had a gray beard and hair of the same color, and a pair of sharp blue eyes, staring at a short wizard among them who did not speak, "Get ready, you heard me. ' he said to the waiter.

"Oh, ok ok..." The young wizard put down the rag and disappeared behind the bar.

"Just a few of you?" The boss said angrily, "If this is the case, I advise you to go back." "No, Aberforth, the people behind will arrive one after another." Some of them said in a low voice.The old man named Aberforth gave them a look. "Well, I hope you know what you're doing," he muttered.

"You guys sit over there." When the waiter appeared, Aberforth was pointing impatiently at a sofa in a corner.So they walked over in silence, and the young waiter had no choice but to bring the drinks too.They wore clothes that didn't even show their faces—of course, most people who came here dressed like that.

The waiter reserved his curiosity.

They drank one after another, and asked for a room in the bar to rest after a while.

"Who is he and Dumbledore—?" Upon entering the door, the short wizard couldn't help but lift the thing covering his face, and an eager, youthful voice rang out from the air.Harry's eyes lit up, staring at his companions.They looked at each other, and finally Moody's buzzing voice came out: "He is Mr. Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore. To be honest, if you count on him, it is far from good."

"Oh, thank you for your comment, Moody." The old man's stern voice came from the door.This made Harry a little embarrassed, "Sorry sir, we didn't mean that."

"There is nothing to hide, my brother is really powerful." For some reason, Harry always felt that the tone of his words was sarcasm, "Now he has lost his own life, and tricked you to work for him, especially you Harry Potter," continued Aberforth.

Harry was stunned, but Mr. Dumbledore's younger brother... A little anger burst into his heart: "Please forgive me, what Dumbledore did deserves to be mourned by everyone, please don't say that."

"is it?"

Aberforth laughed, "How much do you know about him? Hmm? Do you really know the person who is loyal to him?" He waved his hand sleepily, "Forget it, it's up to you. The entrance is in the basement."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Harry stared at the empty door, suppressing his anger calmly.He was no longer the little boy who was protected and could get angry at will.

On the other side, in a dilapidated hotel in Diagon Alley.Ron fidgeted a little. "Don't worry, Harry promised that your father will be rescued this time." Noldo said with a smile. "I know, I know..." Ron took a deep breath, "It's just a little... a little excited." Or a little scared.Harry told him frankly that if he couldn't save Mr. Weasley this time, there would be no chance in the short term.

Ron didn't tell anyone that he didn't want to give Harry any more trouble - his buddy had had enough.He stood up from the dry sofa and looked at all the people in the small room, Bill, Remus Lupine, the Prewett brothers, Sturgis Podmore, Borja Doris, Emily Cole...Harry had sent all his guards to them, not to mention an army of werewolves - temporarily commanded by Remus Lupine.

Hermione stared at the parchment in her hand and said nervously, "They're already in place. The second group will follow."

There is a round H on the parchment, this is D·A's trick back then.The principle is the same as that of the Dark Mark, this obscure communication method becomes the key to the pre-deployment of the battlefield plan.An hour or so later, an O letter pops up on the back.Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her dry eyes: "The second team is in place—" "You say, will they find us? I mean it's not the weekend, and there won't be too many people in Hogsmeade. "Ron leaned closer and whispered.

"There are always a lot of wandering wizards visiting there. I asked Mundungus to investigate this before. We have Kingsley in the Ministry of Magic. He will monitor accidents and try to hold back the execution team that will hinder the operation. As long as we don't swagger It’s safe to be there for at least a few hours—Kingsley promised about a day—but I don’t think it will take that long. We have deliberated on this issue many times.” Hermione was a little helpless, she was serious Looking at Ron calmly, "Calm down, we will succeed!"

As the sun rose higher and higher, the third set was in place.

At the same time, there was news from Moody that they had captured Labastan Lestrange near Malfoy Manor, who was the younger brother of Rodolphus Lestrange.The weight of this Death Eater is not light-to be honest, the Dark Lord takes Bella with him everywhere, and with her deterrence, no one dares to despise Rabastan.This is the information provided by Lucius Malfoy.

Finally, at 10:30, the large net of the Order of the Phoenix was fully opened.

And Harry also led people to sneak into Hogwarts through the secret passage, and quietly stayed at the exit-behind a portrait in the common room of the Gryffindor Tower.No one spoke, and there was no light, and everyone adjusted their breathing quietly.Outside the portrait, the noisy voices of the Gryffindor students were not as cheerful as before. Of course, in a school occupied by Death Eaters, perhaps Harry should be thankful for the fact that the Gryffindor students were still alive.

There is no magic, no light, and no talking.

More than 50 people waited patiently in the secret passage.After more than an hour, the Gryffindor Tower finally fell silent.The students who hadn't had classes left, and Harry could almost hear their footsteps making their way to the Great Hall.After a while, Harry murmured decisively "Lumos."

He controlled the magic power, so a gleam of light lit up in the dark secret passage, which was a signal.

Relaxed nerves are re-tightened, everyone.The air became tense, and Harry was the first to push open the door made of a portrait.There was no one in the Gryffindor lounge.The wizards came out of the secret passage profusely in sweat, and the drying spells came and went one after another.

"I repeat," Harry said quickly, "we all graduated from Hogwarts, so the chances of encountering students at this point should not be high, but that's not the point. We need to subdue the Death Eaters first. The second team went to the auditorium, the third team went to the faculty lounge, and the fourth team inspected the corridors. The last was the greenhouse and the forbidden forest." His emerald green eyes slowly looked at everyone, and they couldn't help but also looked at him.These four teams were all newly recruited by Moody, most of whom Harry didn't know, but as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, no one didn't know him.

So everyone he saw nodded involuntarily, "Is it clear? Then act."

The last person shut the door, and they headed for the auditorium.

The Christmas holiday seems to be still with inertia, and the students are a little out of spirit.The Gryffindors arrived at the Great Hall early, and under the almost provocative inspection of Slytherin - inevitably a few fists in the middle - they sat down at the table one by one. "Merlin's beard, when will this be the end?" Dean couldn't help complaining in a low voice.Seamus closed his mouth tightly, and Parvati Patil suddenly exclaimed.Suddenly there was a girl's scream, followed by a loud applause.

The entire auditorium fell silent.

Crabbe looked at his fat hands in a daze, and Susan on the other side covered her face and cried: "You, how can you be so rude!"