Doomed to be an enemy

Coming out of the basement, Harry was a little silent.

"So, vampires in ancient times were the products of fallen people who exchanged their souls for power, so the death curse didn't work on them. This kind of evil power is attached to blood, and they would be more afraid of fire, light, or anything related to it. Of course, the vessel blessed by the Holy See also has a considerable effect. They are afraid of the aroma and juice of verbena, and Mr. John has already given some formulas to resist vampires to Mrs. Primpney." Hermione was like a cannonball. After recounting the summary of the training class, Harry forced himself to listen carefully, but these words seemed to be against him. After they got into his ears, they sneaked away as if there was no record.

Mr. Flamel's words kept coming to his mind. "Harry, the magic ritual has to be performed at midnight. If you don't change your mind, I will wait for you in the laboratory tonight."

midnight……

"Harry!" Hermione's raised voice jolted Harry awake: "What?"

Hermione held the note, with a worried expression on her face: "You've been in a daze, I'm afraid you didn't listen to a single word I just said."

"Sorry, Hermione, I just..." Harry couldn't come up with a decent reason.

"We'll go with you this time, I mean, me and Ron... we'll face it together, and it'll be all right."

Hermione thought he was worried about this operation, and thoughtfully did not blame him: "The notes are all in here, I think you need to get some sleep, of course, don't forget to read it." She said, stuffing the thick notebook into Harry's arms.Harry knew that there must be more than what was explained in class, and there must be more detailed things that Hermione stayed up all night to sort out.

Harry gently opened it, and the writing on it was neat, and some places seemed a little scribbled—Hermione has always had a soft spot for books and notes, and she must be extremely tired to be able to write like this.

As always, it seemed, Hermione was the most capable of them all.

Harry laughed silently, suddenly feeling the courage that had disappeared returned.This is his best friend, who believes in himself and helps himself.Harry felt that he could never imagine Hermione and Ron dying on the battlefield, and he would not allow such a thing to happen.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed that the savior had returned.Harry put the notebook under his arm and strode toward his room.Hermione was right, he needed sleep, not only to study his notes well, but he also had a big event waiting for him at night.

In the room, Ron was not there, and Harry remembered that he hadn't visited Bill yet, and decided to finish it tomorrow.Before lying on the bed, he caught a glimpse of the thin layer of dust on the side of the bed, and guessed that Ron probably didn't plan to move back tonight.It was undoubtedly much more convenient, and Harry sank himself into the soft feather-filled pillow.A small thing slipped out of the collar—

It's a locket.

Harry picked it up, the magic bag on it still intact, and stared at it for a moment.There was a hint of hesitation in the eyes, and it took a while before I reached out and untied the ribbon on it.

A hand reached out and took off his glasses.

Harry's eyes were blurred, and he blinked uncomfortably: "Voldemort?" Remembering the pale and thin hand he had just glimpsed, he sat up. "You should drink some myopia, boy." There were meaningless patches of color in his field of vision, and Harry's usually sharp emerald green eyes became a little confused: "Give me the glasses, I can't see you anymore."

Turning a blind eye to his request, Voldemort said in a lazy tone: "So, what spells do you not know anymore? Huh?" Harry bit his lip, trying to focus his eyes on a suspicious humanoid object: "Not a spell. I mean, I have something important to do tonight, can you stay here alone? It will probably take a few hours."

"This is so touching." Voldemort's tone was not half grateful, "You were not so polite before, why are you suddenly shy?" Harry guessed that the other party must have raised his eyebrows, "I guess, probably Is it... guilty?"

Damn right.

Harry was a little annoyed, he shouldn't have any sympathy for this guy, and took out his wand: "Glasses are flying!"

Nothing happened.

"Harry, pay more attention." Voldemort's voice was lazy, with a hint of a smile.

Now, if Harry didn't know who was messing around, his life would be in vain.He simply sat down on the bed: "What the hell are you trying to do?" He didn't forget about Occlumency.Then I heard Voldemort snort: "Perfect vigilance. Gryffindor is very right?" "In case you are prying into my brain all the time - Mr. Voldemort who doesn't know what privacy is." Harry shot back.

Feeling the sheets sink in beside him, Harry realized that Voldemort was sitting next to him, and he moved uncomfortably.Not having glasses made him a little sensitive and uncomfortable, and Harry tried hard to hide that. "You haven't answered my question yet." "Since I don't have a wand, this is Dumbledore again—ah, yes, it's your headquarters now, where else can I go?" The voice suddenly got very close, ha Li reflexively itched his ears.

"So you agreed?"

"If I don't agree, will you use the Imprisonment Curse?" Voldemort's breath touched his cheek, and Harry knew they must be very close, yet he could vaguely see the other's scarlet eyes.It's like a childhood nightmare, Harry thought.

"I don't think so." Harry said slowly, leaning back indistinctly, "if you don't mind going back into the locket again." A stronger air current brushed his cheek, and the other party seems to be laughing. "Your threat has no momentum, boy."

"As long as it works," Harry said, "can you give me the glasses now? I don't think you want to know what you look like in my eyes." "You are so eager to make me curious." .” Cold fingers touched his neck, and Harry's hairs stood on end.

He completely hated this kind of detour.He grabbed the locket blankly and shook it threateningly.

The fingers on the skin seemed to be frozen, and the cold feeling disappeared after a while.

"Okay, I promise you." Voldemort said dryly, "Stay here and wait for your return."

Harry resisted the urge to smile, but a smile flashed unconsciously in those emerald green eyes: "So...glasses?"

A metal frame seemed to be roughly hung on the bridge of his nose. Harry straightened his glasses, and everything in front of him finally became clear.

Voldemort's unwilling expression and his contemptuous gaze were the first to catch his eyes. "Who chose the glasses for you?" Harry thought for a while, but he couldn't remember when it happened. It seems that he was short-sighted when he was very young, and this pair of glasses has been broken and repaired. Year.

"I don't remember." Harry said indifferently, "It should be my Muggle relatives, maybe they just took it."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.But Harry felt he was looking at himself. "Okay, okay, if you hate it so much, I can consider taking it away and drinking that spirit." "Harry..." Voldemort suddenly softened his voice, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Usually You can't talk so easily, you must have something to ask me, or need my help."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Voldemort looked at him calmly, those scarlet eyes were damn pretty.

"Uh...well, there is one thing." Harry considered his words carefully, and even Voldemort raised his eyebrows and gave him a look that you could tell, but he didn't lose his caution, "I heard you know white magic too Not much. So, do you know how to increase magic power in a short period of time? It’s not the kind of black magic.”

Voldemort remained calm, but stared at him with scarlet eyes: "Why should I tell you?"

Harry felt that even if Voldemort said something, he probably wouldn't really believe it.But thinking of the almost ghastly magical ritual of the evening, I felt that I must at least try to do something.If there is a better way, he is certainly willing to live a few more years.

"Well, you don't know that..." Harry muttered, "the vampires are at war with the wizarding world. They're at war with France, they just attacked Hogwarts not long ago. There were twenty thousand Enemies. I mean my magic works on them, it's just—"

"It's just that the magic power is not enough." Voldemort's eyes showed a little gloating.

Harry couldn't hide his frustration. To be honest, he didn't want to appear so weak, but Harry had to be strong on the outside, and now he didn't want to make himself more tired.Anyway, the ghost in front of him already knew his details, at most he was laughed at, and Harry was used to it.

"There are millions of recorded vampires..."

Harry covered his forehead and sighed. Voldemort interrupted his emotion without sympathy: "That has nothing to do with me. I still can't think of a reason to tell you."

Harry raised his head suddenly and gritted his teeth: "What on earth are you willing to say?"

Voldemort showed a perfect smile, and his voice was soft and beautiful: "Harry, you know what I want. As you said, I know a lot. If you want to increase your magic power, there is no problem at all." Harry stared suspiciously He: "I heard that all magic in this area is black witchcraft. I don't want to be a dark wizard."

"The Dark Lord never lies."

Harry stared at him for a long time before saying slowly, "Perhaps this is the biggest lie." Voldemort has always been the most deceptive, and Harry knows it all too well.He still remembers when he was tempted to get the Philosopher's Stone in first grade, promising to bring his parents back to life.

"It's prejudice...you can think about it, we have a lot of time, don't we?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with irritation, and he said casually.

All of a sudden, he lost interest.

"Perhaps." Harry's emerald green eyes looked tired.He is really tired.Harry didn't want to worry about Voldemort, he needed to rest, and after tonight, his lifespan would be counted on his fingers.Lying back on the pillow, Harry closed his eyes.

When he cleared his mind, he could still feel Voldemort's substantial gaze, as if he had been looking at him for a long time.

Harry opened his eyes when the magic alarm clock rang in the silencing-charmed room.It was completely dark. At 11:30, he blinked, thinking it was a good sleep.There are no messy dreams, and the connection is quiet.When he sat up, he was startled by the figure beside the bed for a moment, and he took out his wand almost in the blink of an eye.

Then he recognized the other party based on the tall figure: "Voldemort?"

"Otherwise who else could it be?" Voldemort said lazily as he sat on the edge of the bed.

It was only then that Harry realized that a Warming Charm, a Silencing Charm had been used in the room, and the door had been locked.Harry put his wand back into his robe, and said somewhat unnaturally, "I forgot about that, thank you very much."

"I didn't expect more than that."

His tone was very casual, "Going out so late, is it a date?"

"Of course not." Harry got off the bed, "Is no one looking for me this afternoon?" Voldemort sneered, "Are you talking about a Gryffindor who keeps knocking on the door, or the girl who called you several times?" That's my friend." Harry got dressed displeased.He felt the other party's gaze swirling around his body.

"Okay, I remember your promise." Harry put on a coat and walked out of the room. Voldemort's expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness. Harry hesitated for a moment, and after closing the door, cast a few more blocking spells on it.The prison curse rolled in his throat, but he couldn't speak it.Intuitive Harry knew that if he used this, they might never be so peaceful again.Sighing, Harry thought he must be crazy.

To believe in Voldemort's promise and self-control.When he entered the basement, Harry almost wanted to rush upstairs to see if Voldemort was still in place.

The dim torch drew Harry's attention back.He swore in his heart that if Voldemort broke his promise, he would burn the locket.Harry narrowed his eyes, the laboratory had been cleaned.A complete alchemy circle was drawn with gold powder on the open space. Its periphery is a circular arc, and there is a road in the middle that can enter the center point.Sialamé is finishing the last strokes.

"Harry, you came at a good time." Mr. Flamel forced a smile.

"What should I do?"

"This ritual needs to plant seeds in your magic power. The fission will be carried out in the alchemy magic circle. As long as the time is right, you must go in." Sia Flamel is surrounded by open notebooks and letters , obviously he has been busy here for a long time.

"The only caveat is that you have to stay awake and try to feel the changes in your body."

Harry nodded.Sia LeMay handed him a crystal stone, "Convey some of your magic power into it." Harry held it in his hand. The crystal as the medium of magic power is the best material for transmission. He only slightly spit out some magic power from his palm, and the crystal A soft white light appeared inside.

"Pure magic, yes, quite rare." M. Flamel sighed.

"So, I just have to walk in?" Harry handed him the crystal back. "Of course, the seeds will be integrated into your magic power, it will be a little uncomfortable..."

Harry nodded, of course he wasn't expecting to go through the ceremony comfortably. "Why did you choose midnight?" He watched Sia take out his wand, with a trace of fear growing in his heart, and Harry wanted to say something to divert his attention. "The night will suppress it, not so..." Xia thought for a while, and used an adjective, "restless."

After speaking, he pointed his wand at the magic circle.A strange spell sounded in the quiet basement, sometimes low, sometimes subtle, guiding the crystal in his hand towards the center like a wave.During this process, you can clearly see the white light in the crystal boiling up, the closer you get, the more active it becomes.

Sia Lemay stared at it closely until the crystal landed in the center of the magic circle unharmed before continuing with the next incantation.

Harry thought he might never become a master alchemist.Thinking about these clumsy incantations gives me a headache.He watched the crystal stone crack under the spell, and the light of magic rose from it like a firefly, but was blocked by invisible walls around it.

Harry felt like he couldn't catch every word he said.

"Harry, go in, now!" Sia Flamel said quickly at the moment of changing the spell.

Taking a deep breath, Harry walked briskly up the path leading to the centre.There was an invisible electricity in the air around him, which made his hairs itch. Harry didn't like this feeling, he felt that invisible field seemed to penetrate his chest.Like being soaked in something.

The wall was only one way, and when Harry tentatively touched it, a tingling pain came from his fingertips.Before he could react, the whole person was dragged in.

The exclamation was suppressed in the throat, and the oppression from all directions hit the face, and it was almost impossible to breathe—it was like a chaotic wind being confined in a small place, the high temperature, oppression, and the restlessness that Cia Flamel said, Harry could almost feel the tactile sensation of the particles sliding across the skin, just a tiny bit of magic power, and in less than a minute, it had already made this place vaguely unbearable.

"Hold on, Harry!"

As soon as Sia Flamel's second incantation ended, Harry suddenly felt that his magic power seemed to be connected to the outside world, and the situation where he could hardly breathe was immediately relieved. Harry gasped heavily, and his lungs ached. "Mr. Flamel? What's going on?!"

"Feel your magic—"

At the beginning of the third incantation, pain appeared in Harry's emerald green eyes, and something was drilling along the connection to the magic power... It was hot and painful, and surrounded from the skin to the heart little by little... Sweat was like a stream The same flow, between breaths, I can almost feel that the breath can burn.

Feeling... the magic?

Harry tried hard to recall the feeling when he used silent and wandless magic a few times, and gradually, he became vaguely aware again that there was magic power oozing from his body.However, what was different from before was that it was no longer as gentle as the wind, but as scorching as a flame. "Right, that is it!"

Siah Lemay suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his head was covered in sweat, but he had already relaxed.

"You did it, Harry! Take it easy, and breathe and get used to them."

Harry felt that he was going to be roasted, and even had the illusion that the wand in his hand must have been on fire.But when he looked down, the holly wand was fine.He hoped that the temperature around him would not be so high. Just as he thought of it, he felt a wave of his magic power—a very weak wave.

Just as Harry was amazed at his sensitivity, he realized that the fluctuation was expanding rapidly, like a violent reactor, bursting out with amazing power—thick layers of ice formed on the ground and walls, and Sia Flamel hurriedly stepped back. I used a dozen warming spells: "Merlin's beard, you have to learn to control it!"

stop!

Harry's mind quickly stopped, and then there was another wave that surprised him, and the ice layer disappeared instantly.It seemed to Harry that it wasn't that hot anymore. "It seems to have some effect." He began to practice some common spells, and Sia Flamel retreated to the door of the basement with foresight.There seemed to be a dozen students choosing wands in the laboratory... Harry felt that the spells he used seemed to make him feel better, but after a while, maybe just a moment, the heat returned.

"It's too hot...Mr. Flamel, I think I'm going to burn." From the low-level levitation spells to the high-level evoking protection spells, Harry tried the most commonly used spells one by one, and felt that the magic power was almost only fluctuating. No reduction seen. "This situation will last for a few hours, and it will be much better when all the magic power in your body is successfully converted." Sias Lemay said, "At the time, at most, the body temperature will be higher. I suggest you use more magic, That will speed up the process."

Harry carefully sprayed out a golden flame with his wand. The difference was that it was more violent and dazzling, and Harry controlled it to change into various shapes. "So, I can't use black magic now, can I?"

"The very deep ones, yes, no. Ordinary ones may be fine." Sia Lemay simply sat on the wooden stairs, and he said, "This alchemy circle is biased towards white magic, so the situation between you and the Dark Lord exactly the opposite."

Harry muttered, no wonder Voldemort's hands were so cold every time.

It was only when it was slightly dawn that Harry and Sia Flamay left the basement.The magic power in the blood vessels is no longer so hot, they are extremely active, and the blood vessels are slightly numb from the impact.Harry's sweaty clothes have been cleaned and dried with a cleaning spell, and they are no different from when they came.

It was still very dark outside the windows of the corridor, and except for the patrollers who were changing shifts, everyone in the manor was already asleep. Sia Flamel said softly:

"Go and rest, Harry."

Harry wasn't sleepy at all, at least he was feeling surprisingly good right now.Although the price was nearly half of his life: "Thank you, Mr. Flamel." "This may be the last thank you I want to hear." When Harry turned to go upstairs, Sia Flamel sighed softly .

Harry heard it, but what could he say?He didn't want to see the pity in Mr. Cia Flamel's eyes, to be honest, he wasn't that great.

It was a quiet night, only the sound of the wind whistling outside the window, and the sound of burning torches.

The searing heat throbbed in his veins, and Harry fancied that it was fueling his own life.And his magic power was growing at an astonishing speed, as if a season of plants blooming and falling was shortened to a few minutes of video. Harry stood at the door, stretched out his hand, and stared at the lines on it, his eyes full of complexity.

After a while, he unlocked the spell on the door and walked in.

There was a flash of purple light in the darkness for a moment, Harry's hairs stood out, and he stepped aside - with a bang, the spell hit the corridor wall. "Voldemort!" Harry growled angrily, feeling the pain of being deceived.