Doomed to be an enemy

Professor McGonagall stood up abruptly, her face livid.Snape, who was sitting in the headmaster's seat in the middle, was sombre and said nothing.Almost no one could see anything in his bottomless eyes.Amycus standing at the door is even more impossible.He hesitated for a moment, and shouted irritably, "What are you doing? Do you want to be locked up?" He stared at Susan maliciously as he spoke.

Susan Burns was originally a cheerful girl. At this time, her face was pale, and tears were rolling around her eyes: "It was his fault first, and everyone here saw it when he made a move just now." She A Gryffindor, Susan nearly used all her courage to argue.

"Sorry, I didn't see it." Amycus smiled cruelly. "As for you, I think you need a lesson."

"God, didn't he want to be here—"

There was an uproar in the auditorium. They all knew what Amycus was doing, and it was indeed Crabbe who stopped Susan and humiliated her by checking.

"Too much! Headmaster Snape, can't you just say a word?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help being angry.She stared at Severus Snape almost sternly, and put her hand on her wand as well.Snape raised the corners of his lips and said lazily: "If I were you, I wouldn't do this. Okay, Amycus, enough is enough. It's lunch time." Said the Death Eater of Wands.

Amycus gripped his wand tightly and couldn't help licking his lips. The students had learned to behave well in the past two days, and he hadn't had fun for a long time.This time he wasn't going to listen to Snape.Anyway, that person never cared before, did he?

Susan was keenly aware of his cold and cruel eyes in fear, couldn't help screaming, and ran towards the open door of the auditorium.

People's eyes followed her, stunned by the turn of events.Then they realized something, and looked suddenly at Amycus, whose wand was raised—

"No!"

"Amycus—!"

In Professor McGonagall's exclamation, Snape's face darkened, and he stood up almost coldly.Not only him, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sybill Straw...almost all the staff stood up. "Disarm you!" "Damn out!"

Their incantations were issued almost at the same time——

But, too far.

Amycus is a Death Eater who has been in battle.So it was almost easy to avoid such a distance, and then he smiled cruelly, and waved his wand at Susan who had already run to the door, and the door creaked shut under her desperate eyes.Then his wand was pointed at the girl again.

"Drilling—"

"All petrochemical!"

Parvati Patil shrieked with trembling hands.Amycus froze for a few seconds, his gray skin returning to normal quickly, and then he roared, "You bastard, how dare you! Grab her!"

Most of the Slytherins followed him to execute various punishments, and there was a smart step back, while more Slytherin students raised their wands and pointed at the Gryffindors, and even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff who were ready to move Odd dining table.All this happened very quickly, and when the auditorium was in chaos, the door that was closed by Amycus's magic slammed open.

"Passed out."

Those who entered wore black robes and cloaks in their arms, and each held a wand.The one in the front is the 17-year-old Harry Potter - he was stunned for a moment when he saw the mess, and then he did not hesitate to cast a stun spell at the stunned Amycus.

The golden rune flashed in the air imperceptibly, and then a dazzling red light hit the stunned Amycus in full view. He flew out more than ten meters like a stone and fell to the ground again. Slid forward a few meters before coming to rest.Harry was followed by twenty or thirty members of the Order of the Phoenix, and some of them waved their wands:

"Go and keep your brother company."

Then, a squat witch was thrown to the ground in embarrassment.Her body was stiff, only the eyeballs could move, and her skin was abnormally gray - this was the result of being cast with a powerful petrification spell.This is no student joke, at least the original owner who used the spell promised her not to lift a finger for hours.

In addition, four or five Slytherins came in together - they were pointed at by the wand and thrown towards the equally stunned Slytherin.

There was a moment of silence in the auditorium.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix quickly spread out along the sides, a team of ten of them keeping watch on the Slytherins.The rest serve as a deterrent to other students with ulterior motives.The remaining small part followed Harry step by step from the aisle in the middle to the staff table.His wand hadn't been put down yet, Harry's emerald eyes were fixed on the far end - the ugly Snape.

Dumbledore fell heavily on the lawn...

The limbs are twisted... completely unlike the old man's usual appearance.

"How dare you - sit in his place?" said Harry coldly.Those emerald green eyes finally ignited with a temperatureless anger, because Harry's sanity was still there.

His voice echoed in the auditorium, it was very soft, but when no one was speaking, it was extremely clear.

"He trusted you so much, and you—how did you repay him?"

"A killing curse. Huh?" Harry said softly.

The blood was gone from Snape's face, his eyes fixed on Harry's face, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes.For the first time, he had nothing to say to this Potter, and even those eyes almost pierced into the bottom of his heart like a thorn.And Harry was still approaching, as if trying to drive the thorn deeper—

"Severus Snape! How dare you - stand here after you killed Dumbledore?!"

Harry's suddenly high-pitched voice resounded throughout the auditorium, and a cold killing intent finally emerged from his emerald green eyes.He raised his wand, and the spell was rolling in his throat. Harry remembered Dumbledore's advice to Draco at that time, and gritted his teeth: "Stunning!"

Snape reacted very quickly and threw a spell - probably armor or something, with pale gold runes on an invisible barrier - and it wasn't blocked like it was at the end of the previous school year. bounce back.The spell exploded with brilliant golden sparks, and the loud explosion shook the glass in the auditorium to rustle.Angry to the extreme, Harry remained calm.

He had the feeling he had at the bar that night again.There is wind in the auditorium, wind without temperature, and this dissipated magic resonates with Hogwarts.Harry stared into Snape's black, almost suffocating eyes. He seemed to want to say something, but Harry didn't give him a chance. Without a sound, a gray rope appeared out of nowhere - the anti-apparition spell.Snape was obviously taken aback, quickly used a crushing spell and a distracting spell, his steps had already retreated to the bottom of the wall, he stared at Harry with a puzzled look, and all the teachers and students looked at them.

Even members of the Order of the Phoenix were silent and unhelpful.

The wind formed by the magic power stirred up Harry's hair, those emerald green eyes showed no emotion, almost the moment Harry raised his left hand, the staff table moved aside by itself - Professor Flitwick's eyes widened. "Soundless and wandless spell!" He was very excited. "Well done—! Potter!"

Then nothing stood between them.Harry stopped.The members of the Order of the Phoenix behind him stopped a few meters away.

"Why don't you fight back? It's much easier to kill me than Dumbledore, isn't it?" Harry's soft voice suddenly sharpened, "You coward!" The windows on both sides of Snape burst suddenly, golden Flames ignited from the shards of glass—the terrifying high temperature almost instantly made the teachers take a step back, and Snape was a little suffocated in it. This flame—restrained black magic.He waved his wand to protect himself by a dozen, but he could still smell the burnt hair.

Yes, it was magic created by Harry's own wand.

He stared at Snape with emerald green eyes, imagining that he was trapped by his own flames, and then - the flames actually formed a two and a half meter circle on the ground, and this time the gray rope appeared out of nowhere again, and Snape There was no resistance this time, Apparation is not allowed in the school, and the flames...

Snape was pale, the ropes were tied so tight that he was having trouble breathing.Through the twisted air of the flames, Harry seemed to see the corners of his mouth slightly moving, and a bitter smile flashed across his face.

The students were boiling.

How depressing it was before, how happy this moment is.But Harry Potter, who has always been just an ordinary student, is already the leader of the Order of the Phoenix. No matter how hard the Daily Prophet pours dirty water, the people who have no intention of war still know more or less what he is doing—thanks to Kings Lai secretly operated.

When Hogwarts was being toyed with by the Death Eaters, Harry Potter, as everyone expected, suddenly came to the rescue.But when they watched his back in excitement, together with Snape who was trapped in the circle of fire, somehow, amidst the respect and gratitude, they felt a little afraid.

That is the distance between strength and status.

They couldn't go up to hug him as they wanted, much less throw him into the sky like they did after winning Quidditch in the past.

He could only watch him extinguish the flame with implicit excitement, and ordered the members of the Order of the Phoenix to take Snape away.Watching him turn around, in front of all the teachers and students in the school:

"Sorry we're late," he said.

"At Hogwarts, like everyone else, I have been studying here. It is a school, not a private training camp, and it shouldn't change anything because of the war." Harry calmly and slowly scanned everyone. "I know it's a naive idea to some people." His eyes fell on the Slytherins, who looked disturbed, and he continued, "But I'll do my best for it." Work hard, and hope that everyone, when doing something for your selfishness, can remember that this is a school, just a school. And there are no enemies around you, only classmates."

Harry said: "During this period, there will be wizards from the Order of the Phoenix patrolling, and I don't want similar things to happen again."

"Harry, are you...will you leave?" Neville couldn't help asking.

His voice was distinct in the quiet auditorium.Harry paused, "Yes, I have my responsibilities." Before everyone showed obvious disappointment - except Slytherin - he said, "But I won't go until this problem is solved. "

Professor McGonagall's eyes were red, and she tried her best to maintain her demeanor and said, "That's enough, Potter, you've done enough."

"No." Harry shook his head, looked at his former classmates and teachers with emerald green eyes, and said his plan, "I will invite Voldemort here, if he agrees to it." The name was like a gust of cold wind Sweeping across the auditorium, almost all the wizards flinched for a moment, and then there were discussions like flames, and the shocked expressions of the professors.

"Obviously the Dark Lord can't agree." Pansy's shrill voice sounded, and the Slytherin girl looked a little nervous - under Harry's gaze.She said, "Don't expect us to deliver the letter for you."

"Potter, this matter—" Professor McGonagall was a little annoyed, "No, you can't let him come here."

"No, I can." Harry's gaze was calm, "As I said just now, the Order of the Phoenix will not force Hogwarts students to do anything, including Slytherin."

A series of events delayed lunch by an hour.As Harry had promised, they were not asked to do anything but attend classes and study as usual.The only difference is that the Slytherins no longer dare to be as arrogant as before, at least Colin said that he saw them secretly destroying the badges representing the power of the past.

The staff room was full, and the fire was still burning in the fireplace.

Harry sat in the armchair, took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead wearily.Just now, he spent a lot of effort to convince Professor McGonagall.At least Voldemort hadn't done anything to hurt her since he took control of Hogwarts. This time it was not a war, but a negotiation.

"Don't forget, he has been trying to catch you and kill you, Potter." Professor McGonagall's anger still did not calm down.

"I think there's reason to believe he's come to his senses ... he's not going to be that desperate. We can take precautions."

Harry was not sure in his heart, but his tone was still steady, "I can't, I also have what he wants—something he wants. He can ignore me, but he will never sit back and watch that thing be destroyed."

"The school has its own defense system, which can shelter the students and professors here, and we can open them all at that time. But—"

"Mr. Potter, are you really sure?" Professor Flitwick said with a serious look on his face.Harry's emerald green eyes stared at everyone here, gradually revealing a firm look:

"Have."

The crackling of the flames brought back Harry's consciousness that had been trapped in memory. He knew what he should do now, but his feet seemed to be nailed to this empty place and remained motionless.It was almost evening, and the sky outside the window was filled with bloody red clouds.Harry sighed and took out his wand.He got up, cast a guarding spell on the room and locked the door.

After hesitating for a while, he took out the locket from his collar.The cloth bag was still tightly tied, and Harry gently undid the ribbon on it.