Doomed to be an enemy

The newborn sunshine represents hope.

Harry bit his quill, looking at the parchment that had been revised for the ninth time with some distress. "I said, can't you just write an article and let me copy it?" Voldemort sat on the comfortable sofa, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's better for me to fight back than to be beaten by him. At least you won't be so sad."

His teasing made Harry bow his head in silence.

After he rejected the other party's offer last night, for a moment Harry thought he was going to be attacked by Voldemort, as always, didn't it?But no, he just looked at himself with some disappointment, and went back to the locket.Harry had no choice but to take advantage of his energy and start writing the so-called official letter.

What he racked his brains to write, when Voldemort came out of the locket the next morning, he typed back mercilessly, "Official letters are not papers, Harry." The gloating in the scarlet eyes of the other party was so Obviously, Harry had no choice but to rewrite it depressed. Of course, he didn't forget to conjure up a set of sofas for the other party - he chose a golden-red suit with some evil intentions.

Voldemort didn't say anything.

When No. 12 times, the other party finally reluctantly satisfied - which made Harry relieved.

"But your words are really..." Facing his disgusted gaze, even though Harry has been able to control his emotions very well recently, he also feels his teeth itch at this moment.

During breakfast, a black night owl aggressively pecked at the window of the staff lounge, and Harry opened the window with his wand to let it in. "Voldemort's taste..." Harry muttered as he watched the night owl dissatisfied with the snack he had prepared and shook off a few feathers.At the same time, put the official letter written in the morning into an envelope, seal it with wax, and hand it to the courier.When the night owl fluttered its wings and flew out of the window, Harry quickly closed the window that was letting in the cold wind.

At the same moment, the morning at Malfoy Manor on the other side was spent in trepidation.It had been a long time since Voldemort had grown stronger and more handsome than this.

Almost every Death Eater knew that the Lord had killed the boy Barty Crouch Jr. had sent for in the middle of the night last night.The child who had been favored for a while had black hair and green eyes, and was exactly sixteen or seventeen years old... Almost all the Death Eaters knew this.After the Dark Lord's thunderbolt executed a few tongue-chewing people, almost no one dared to talk about it.

At the table in the morning, Voldemort did not leave the table after finishing his breakfast.He waited patiently for something.If the Dark Lord didn't leave, the Death Eaters had no choice but to sit by.After the house elf used magic to remove all the tableware and the table was restored to cleanliness, a night owl rushed into the dining room like an arrow, circled in the sky, and landed at the hand of the man above.

Voldemort stared at the letter, holding it in his hand for a long time - and then realized that he forgot to use the detection spell, and when nothing happened, he couldn't help but ridicule the savior's magnanimity.

With some disgust, he slowly opened the envelope and took out the parchment inside.

After unfolding, an official letter with ugly text that made the Dark Lord frown appeared in front of his eyes. Voldemort couldn't help squinting his eyes while reading, "This is not like his style."

He thought he would receive a letter like, ah paper... and he was ready to send a screaming letter to the savior, but this didn't include the one in front of him, except that the writing was ugly and there were no mistakes or omissions. Standard official letter.The Dark Lord only felt that he had nowhere to vent his anger from being interrupted yesterday.

Voldemort evoked a chilling smile: "Bella, you take a group of people to stay here and watch, and the others are going to follow me to Hogwarts."

The Dark Lord's reply came much sooner than expected.

"One o'clock in the afternoon?" Harry stared at the gorgeous round lettering on it, thinking inappropriately that it was much more beautiful.A slender hand took the letter away, Voldemort glanced at it, and frowned slightly: "Time is indeed a little tight." More than a little, Harry stood up quickly, "Go back to the locket, I Gotta tell the professor to set up the field. Damn, I hope he doesn't bring too many Death Eaters."

"I don't think it's very likely..." Voldemort smirked and disappeared into thin air.Gentle winds gushed into Harry's neckline - the locket was hanging snugly around his neck - and it made him stiffen.Originally, he didn't think much of the locket, but knowing that Voldemort's soul piece - the soul piece that can manifest as a human - was inside, Harry felt extremely uncomfortable.

Finding the cloth bag with magical isolation effect, Harry quickly wrapped the locket inside and tied two buckles with a ribbon.

Walking out of the faculty lounge, Harry muttered in a low voice: "Call for the Guardian." A wisp of silver smoke spewed out, but it didn't immediately turn into a physical Patronus. Instead, it rolled for ten seconds before a female came out. deer.Harry hesitated, always feeling as if it was going to become something else just now.When the patron saint approached intimately, he remembered that he still had work to do.

"Please inform Professor McGonagall that the other party will arrive at one o'clock in the afternoon. I'm afraid the location will have to be changed, and it can't be on the lawn as originally planned." During the last Triwizard Tournament, it was also used to welcome guests—Harry didn't want the other party to enter. Hogwarts, he also stated in his official letter that it was the day after tomorrow, but Voldemort's domineering still messed up his plan. Harry had to discuss with Professor McGonagall and let the other party bring a limited number of people into the castle, otherwise the so-called negotiation would appear It's outrageous.

The Imprisonment Curse gave Harry some confidence.The professors are busy with this.From time to time, outside the window, a dazzling white powerful armor curse rushed into the sky.A transparent shield stuck together like a broken sea tide, but Hogwarts was too big, and members of the Order of the Phoenix came to help.

Classes were suspended all morning.The professors ordered the prefects to restrain the students to stay in the dormitory, which did not stop their nervousness, fear, excitement, or curiosity.A teenager's blood is always hot.The Gryffindors huddled in front of the window and watched all this, "Do you think it's really going to be all right?" Seamus couldn't help asking.

"It should be, we have Harry Potter." Someone whispered.

Dean muttered, "Actually, it was nothing before... I mean, there were only two Death Eaters. Now it's great, the mysterious man himself is here." "Ha, Dean, you haven't felt the Cruciatus Curse before." Easy way to say it?" Lavender Brown said sharply, "What we were before, what we are now? At least don't say such shit when they're trying." She pointed out the window, and people couldn't help but look.

Among the bright white spells rushing towards the sky, a golden spell with alchemical runes was the brightest. It was so blazing that it burned everything and itself.For a moment, it almost pierced the thick clouds in the sky.

"what is that--"

It merged into the wave of the shield, and a large hole was quickly paved with light gold, spreading towards the entire wave, and finally a quarter of the gap was filled.In the tower, the Gryffindors couldn't help but look towards where the spell came from. There was only a smaller person standing on the lawn.They couldn't see who it was.

"That's Harry Potter." Luna wore a pair of glasses, and her tone was still ethereal.

At the same time, Ravenclaw scholars magically made the entire windowed wall transparent - like the sky above the Great Hall.The students looked at everything outside silently, as if the shadow of war suddenly came to their heads, and they were almost crushed on their immature shoulders before they were ready.

"Sometimes, I admire him quite a bit." Qiu Zhang said suddenly, watching the golden spell rising outside. "Nothing is happening now, and I'm already nervous and overwhelmed." "Actually, we can't do nothing." Prefect Ernie McMillan said, "In the rest of the time, everyone reviews what they have learned. We must learn from Gryffindor with the previous attack and defense spells, protect ourselves, take out the wand when necessary, and face everything bravely."

The tense atmosphere was slightly relieved, but everyone couldn't laugh, so they had to look for the books they needed from the huge bookshelf in the lounge. Quiet.

The atmosphere in Hufflepuff is probably the most tense.The prefect probably also wants everyone to hold their wands and do something to divert attention. "You can collect the potions you usually accumulate. Although it's not a good way to say it, I think those discarded potions are much more effective than genuine ones."

Probably Potions class is Hufflepuff's weakness, and students usually have to practice in private to catch up with the progress.And the useless potion has all sorts of strange effects, Madam Pomfrey has nothing to do with those unlucky students who missed the passenger car.This is more or less effective, and everyone is more positive than ever.Someone also proposed to use the magic plants in the pots as well.

In comparison, Slytherin is the most silent.

Their bedroom is at the bottom of the lake.No one spoke in the cold and spacious lounge.The fire crackled in the fireplace.Inside a huge mirror with a wall, it shows everything outside.

Even if they were clamoring about the Dark Lord all day long, these students who hadn't graduated, when they really had to face real people, they lost that energy.Fear overwhelmed excitement, and it was so cold that even the fire couldn't warm it.They stared at the most conspicuous golden spell rising outside, and for the first time, no one mocked "Saint Potter".

"No matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with us." Blaise Zabini said softly.

The black boy had been by Draco Malfoy's side all along.Without the Malfoy family these days, he has already begun to look for the next target to befriend.Life goes on, doesn't it?

No one answered him, everyone has their own little thoughts, how many students around him really have heart-to-heart?

The Pixies delivered all lunches to the lounges of the four colleges at 11:30.The auditorium was empty, the college tables had been moved to the sides, Professor Slughorn was sitting on the faculty bench, Professor Sybill Strawney was no longer dressed like a glowing insect for the first time, It was a simple black staff robe, and no one commented on the lunch, in fact almost no one thought about it.

Harry and the members of the Order of the Phoenix are the most used to it. The shadow of war embraces you every day, and anyone must get used to it.

This made Professor McGonagall very uncomfortable.

Twelve past.The professors also sent the faculty desks to the corner, and in the empty auditorium, Professor McGonagall waved his magic wand to conjure up a huge conference table.A circle of armchairs surrounds it, large enough to seat two hundred people. "You have to prepare in advance." Professor McGonagall reluctantly said, "The mysterious man may not follow your train of thought, Harry."

Harry somewhat regretted not stating how many people he had brought with him in that letter.The other party can change the time in its own way, presumably even if it is written, it will not have much effect.

They sat in the auditorium for a while, and when it was about 12:30, Harry stood up, followed by the members of the Order around him. "I'm afraid we have to go out and wait. Otherwise, in this battle, we would think we want to start a war." Harry broke the atmosphere of silence, and his calm expression seemed to have eased the cold air.

"I'll try to convince him to bring in a small number of people."

"Let's go." Harry didn't mean to ask the professors to follow, he said as he walked, "I repeat, don't pay attention to any provocations later. Thinking back on the plan made by Hermione, the record inside is still It's all right." Harry's methodical, calm and calm voice echoed in the empty hall, even though it was just a slightly immature boy, it miraculously made the heaviness and tension in the hearts of the members of the Order of the Phoenix much better.

This mood lasted until the oak door of Hogwarts was opened.

Walking down to the lawn in front of the castle, as far as the eye can see, there are thick dark clouds rolling in from the horizon.Harry's emerald green eyes remained calm, but his heart sank suddenly. He could guess how many people came with this strong black magic aura without looking at his pocket watch. Was Voldemort really here to negotiate?Harry's heart, which had been firm all along, was a little suspicious for a moment.

Behind them is the enchantment protection of the castle, and in the overwhelming cold wind, there is already a cool chill hitting. "Mr. Potter, there are too many of them, or else they should go back first."

Harry shook his head, suppressing his doubts.

"Be vigilant, everyone. Let's take a look first." Under the robe, every muscle in Harry's body was tense.He can't take out his wand, but he has to make sure that he can attack or defend in less than a second.Maybe it was too nervous, the coldness in the air suddenly disappeared, and there was a warm wind surrounding it, which was magic.

Ever since Harry realized the silent and wandless magic, every time he was in this state, he was extremely sharp.Harry felt the dark waves approaching slowly, and the abyss directly in front of him, Voldemort's magic power was roaring and sweeping towards him.Harry had never met Voldemort face to face in this state.This first time made him suffocate uncomfortably as if being hit by waves.His emerald green eyes were closed, and he remembered what Soul Piece once said, the stronger the will, the more successful the magic will be.Thinking again of the unfailing goal this time, Harry calmed down.

"Merlin..." His opened eyes were facing the black smoke falling from the sky.Nearly a thousand Death Eaters followed him, using broomsticks.Not only them, but also reporters with cameras.

Harry caught a glimpse of the pale faces of his companions beside him, so he had no choice but to walk forward, more and more out of them.It seemed that this move had attracted Voldemort's attention, so most of the pressure was borne by Harry.The groaning of the bones, the pressure in the chest, none of this could change Harry's stern face.

Step by step, he walked closer to the place where the black smoke fell-only a few feet away.Looking at the tall wizard walking out of the black mist.

"Voldemort..."

The surging magical power was swept away by the wind around him, Harry said calmly. "I'm not prepared to entertain so many people."

"This is really rude, Harry Potter." The soft and deep voice came out first, and Voldemort waved his wand to disperse the black mist, and appeared for the first time with that handsome face.Behind him, the Death Eaters who were gradually falling were following. Voldemort's scarlet eyes were as deep as blood, and except for the magic power, he was almost exactly the same as Rachel - this realization made Harry feel silent for a while.

There was not even the slightest strangeness in the eyes of the other party, as if those few encounters were not worth mentioning-a failed plan to approach the savior, no, or it almost succeeded.Now is this leading his subordinates to show off their might?Suppressing the anger in his heart, Harry continued, "Don't you think it's time to explain?"

"Negotiations have to allow everyone to have a say, don't they?" Voldemort smiled meaningfully, his eyes fixed on Harry's cheek almost literally, as focused as he was that night.But it feels more oppressive, and it makes the skin feel cool.

There was a moment of silence, and the cold wind cooled Harry's emotions, leaving only cold ashes.

He suddenly laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart, Harry, Harry, when you swore to protect the Order of the Phoenix left behind by Dumbledore, and even your friends and those who believed in you, didn't you already give up the so-called bottom line?

You can throw the Death Curse without blinking - as long as it makes those behind you safer.You have learned to control your emotions, control your brain, let go of the so-called hatred that will only make you lose your mind, and be careful step by step without showing any signs of emotion.You learn not to show a little bit of cowardice, fear, and sadness, because only you stand strong in the front—even if it is a display—so that others can still have hope.

In the dark, the only hope.

People don't want to imagine how fragile that light is, they just want to rely on it and stay away from fear.You can brave wars, Death Eaters, the Dark Lord himself, and even death.Is it hard to let go of the so-called relationship?You should be glad you found out in time, at least the other party didn't really do anything to you.

The emerald green eyes that were flickering with anger and dark fire gradually calmed down, and the calmness was a little dim - just like the water in the black lake, bottomless. Voldemort had been watching him, the piercing gaze only he knew the meaning of.He didn't know what Harry was thinking, but the Dark Lord was good at reading people's hearts. This kind of gaze only appeared when the boy suppressed or even gave up something in his heart.

What to give up...?

A wisp of strangeness suddenly slipped through, as if being stabbed by a sharp awl, there was a lingering pain. Before Voldemort had time to savor it, he heard the other party continue:

"So many Death Eaters, you can only take some of them in."

"Part of it..." Voldemort raised his eyebrows amusedly, and chuckled, "Mr. Potter, your behavior makes me think you are afraid." His scarlet eyes fell on the castle surrounded by powerful protective spells , with two points of appreciation and eight points of disdain: "It really flatters me to be so close to the enemy."

There was no look of surprise on his face.

Harry ignored his provocation.Instead, he raised the corners of his lips calmly, "If you don't mind the cold wind, we can also talk here." This time it was Voldemort's turn to have nothing to say.Of course he was not happy to blow the cold wind here, "For your persistence...as you wish."

Soon forty or fifty people gathered around him, and more retreated further away.This made Harry even more sure that the other party had plans.

"Let's go."

The Death Eaters walked on one side, Harry and the Order on the other.As the golden-red signal rose into the sky, the protective spell of the castle gate unfolded a thin arch.