Doomed to be an enemy

But he tensed his nerves, and the second attack did not come for a long time.In the darkness, there was only the sound of his own panting, followed by Voldemort's suspicious voice: "Harry?" There was uncertainty in that voice.A cold light appeared between them, Voldemort's face was still pale, and his scarlet eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion.

Harry's wand was pointed at him, "What the hell are you doing?!"

He could already hear noises in the house, apparently the spell had awakened people from their sleep.Harry let out a low curse and quickly closed the door. "There's no time, go back to the locket." There were gradually clear footsteps in the corridor, and Harry was sweating coldly.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a moment, as if calculating secretly, and the moment the door behind him was knocked open, he disappeared.

"Harry!" Hermione put on her coat and still held her wand in her hand, "What happened!? I thought I heard you—" She glanced at the room vigilantly, and Harry shook his head: "I'm practicing a spell, Sorry, Hermione, it looks like I woke you up."

"Practice a spell?" Hermione was taken aback.

Harry said quickly, "Yes, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't control it just now."

Hermione glanced at his room and put down her wand when she saw that there was really no problem, and folded her hands: "You better have a better reason, everyone was woken up by you."

Harry was again troubled by Voldemort's troubles. "Please, Hermione."

His friend looked at him seriously for a long while, until Harry's eyes showed a little tiredness, and then nodded: "I'll explain it for you, you should be careful."

The door was closed again.Harry let out a long breath.Hearing inquiries from downstairs—it was Mrs. Weasley, and Moody... They didn't seem to dispel their suspicions until Sia Flamel hurried downstairs to clarify. "It's a potion made by my father, and Harry isn't quite used to it." "What potion? Listen, Harry is still young, not a little mouse in your lab—" Harry hasn't heard Moody like this for a long time The tone was intense.This made Harry a little guilty, he shouldn't have lied to them, but confessing to Voldemort...was obviously impossible.

Harry sat up on the bed in contradiction, and was startled when he touched the chain of the locket.Quickly use Occlumency.

It was obviously not a good time to let Voldemort come out at this time, Harry stared at it for a while, and could only secretly put his teeth into the magic bag.

It was full daylight.Harry rubbed his forehead and simply walked down the stairs.The people sitting in the restaurant obviously couldn't sleep either.Harry smiled apologetically, "Good morning."

"Harry, I told you that to practice spells—especially attack spells, it's best to go to a dedicated training room." Sia Flamel put down the coffee in his hand, and looked over with meaningful eyes. "Sorry, I'll pay attention next time." The scrutiny in those eyes made Harry feel uneasy.

He suddenly remembered that the spell hit the wall last night, and he damn himself forgot to clean up the traces.Did Monsieur Flamel see anything?Apparently Voldemort hadn't used something friendly, and it was impossible for him to use advanced black magic after going through the ritual... Harry could only hope that the spell wouldn't be the worst kind.

"It's time to act after today, and it's normal for Harry to be worried." Moody put down the fork in his hand.Harry was surprised that he could speak for himself.Moody didn't look at him, but it was Mrs. Weasley who gave Harry a good-morning kiss, "Arthur hasn't woken up yet, and the medicine he's drinking has some components of death water - I still have to help him get his breakfast up. Note Be safe, Harry," she said finally.

"Say hello to Mr Weasley for me."

"There are quite a few Weasleys here." Ron and Bill entered the dining room, the latter pale, and Harry saw the bandages peeking out from the edge of his clothes. "Morning, Ron, Bill." Harry couldn't help smiling, "Is it better?" He looked at Bill, it was hard for him to imagine how bad it was down there with so many bandages. "Don't worry! Our brother—" "It's so hard!" Fred and George apparated to the restaurant together, and Fred wanted to pat Bill wickedly, as if he thought the bandages were fake .But Bill spotted him and gave him a stare.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm much better."

"Speaking of which, why haven't I seen Charlie?" Harry hesitated. "And Percy."

The name seems to have become a taboo in the Weasley family - after Percy ran away from home to pursue a career in the Ministry of Magic.The Weasley twins looked at each other, "Harry, our leader, the latest news—" "Percy has become a special assistant to the Legal Affairs Department!" "Don't tell your mother about this." "MYLORD~" Ron was disgusted by Fred's chanting tone: "I said, can you stop talking like Death Eaters? Harry is not a mysterious man."

"My dear little brother, we are not Death Eaters~" George poked his fried egg with a fork, grinning.

They always seem to bring joy.Members of the Order of the Phoenix who came down to eat one after another happily watched the excitement.

Harry felt that he must be tired, and he was not used to this atmosphere.The scorching magic power in the veins made Jean Bi like quietness at any time.But Harry had already learned how to control his emotions, and even managed to kill breakfast at a constant speed. When there was more than an hour before the training session, Harry took down the notebook Hermione had given him and looked through it—sitting in the living room.

During this period, Hedwig flew in and begged Harry for biscuits.

The gentle girl in the past did not approach him for a long time after she fell on the sofa. "Hedwig, long time no see." Harry smiled in surprise, reaching out to touch her feathers.The snow-white owl jumped back, tilted its head hesitantly, stared at Harry's gentle eyes, and finally lowered its head and bit his finger, calling softly.

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Hedwig's reaction was almost exactly the same as Voldemort's.It seems that these magic-sensitive creatures—perhaps with Horcruxes—can easily feel the transformation of their own magic power.That would explain why Voldemort was attacking suddenly at that moment.

Harry felt an unexplained joy at the answer.But another thing came to mind, the soul piece in the locket didn't have any power at first.He couldn't even be invisible... what worried Harry was that he could now not only be invisible, but also use magic without a wand.

And as far as Harry knew, no member of the Order of the Phoenix had died from an unexplained loss of life force.So what exactly caused Voldemort to gain power?

The question baffled him so much that Harry had to fight his way through the training session.

Phaedro John was indeed a capable and learned old man.Harry almost thought he was seeing an Auror version of Thea Flamel.He had been known to Harry for a long time, and he gave Harry a scrutinizing smile when they met. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. If I hadn't been old, I would have gone with you tomorrow."

Harry smiled back: "No, you've helped us a lot."

The old man had already taught the Order of the Phoenix for a day and a night.It's admirable anyway. "I should thank you."

It wasn't too early for him to come, and after a while, people came in one after another.Harry really wanted to sit in the back row, but Mr. John seemed to see his thoughts: "Mr. Potter, the leader usually has to sit in the front." When Harry looked back at him, the old man smiled teasingly.

Harry felt instantly embarrassed.

By the time Ron and Hermione came over, they were almost all there.

"You have basically understood the characteristics of vampires. The rest is how to use spells to fight against or even destroy a vampire." Mr. John walked to the front with a complete expression, watching the expanded room. All members to the rescue.Nearly 300 people are sitting here, looking dignified.

"The physique of vampires tends to be black magic, so the damage of black witchcraft to them will be weakened, and the power will be reduced by at least half. Only extremely powerful black wizards can completely destroy each other. Note, I said complete elimination. If you just want to escape, It's not that hard then. Vampires have limited magic, they don't use wands, they use the older way - instinct, more debilitating, corrupting, dark-inclined spells than we do. So in general, White magic is their bane - like Mr Potter's fire, yes, I remember the papers calling it 'fire that dispels darkness'."

Mr. John did not shy away from admiring Harry's magic, which made the latter's scalp tingle, because almost all eyes were on this side.

"But as far as I know, this is Mr. Potter's own magic, and we can't sum up a spell for everyone to use for the time being." Regretful sighs sounded from around.Mr. John continued: "There is still a way. The Saint's Guardian Charm can protect you from being harmed by vampires. It is better than armor protection. In fact, white magic will weaken the opponent more or less."

Hermione raised her hand: "But this is still a defense, it cannot effectively subdue the enemy."

"That's right, but among the powerful white magic, there is a spell that can do it." Mr. John nodded, "The Patronus spell. It comes from a person's fond memories, and it is white magic that hates profound. Vampires encounter It festers itself and doesn't recover. But it's still not strong enough, especially when you're facing a siege."

"This needs to be paired with flames." Mr. John said in a deep voice, "The light of the patron saint can destroy the defense of vampires. If you use flames to burn at this time, they will not be able to recover by themselves. But it should be noted that this method cannot be used Black magic. Black magic must not be used!"

"Of course, it's just conventional. I personally recommend verbena, with ancient spells to subdue them. Potions, of course."

"If you just want to escape, then you don't need to be so troublesome. Using the Freezing Curse to freeze the blood, or even darker black magic to curse the blood, can also temporarily restrain them."

……

The course was not completely over until lunchtime, when Mr. John advised them to practice themselves and rest in the afternoon.Saint Ann's Patronus and Patronus spells were all the rage, and Harry had spent the afternoon teaching everyone how to master Patronuses - given that he already had a powerful spell against vampires.Ron and Hermione also joined in the practice. Hermione also got acquainted with the ancient magic disclosed by Mr. John-"Eress exorcism", which is a legendary spell that can expel demons and was very popular in the Middle Ages.

In the evening, they copied hundreds of copies of the summarized "Vampire Attack and Defense Manual", "Cross-Border Action Plan", and "List of Emergencies" and distributed them to everyone.

Harry stood at Mr. John's place, put away his wand and said, "Everyone, rest well. We'll leave at three o'clock tonight and use the Portkey to go to Saint-Aubinburg, France. There will be people from the French Ministry of Magic picking us up." Buzz The humming of discussions stopped, and people walked past him in an orderly manner.

"Honestly, Harry, can we really go there with so few people? I mean, France is full of vampires now." Ron whispered worriedly.Harry watched their leaving backs, and felt a heavy weight in his heart following Ron's words.Suddenly he wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing.

"But this has to be done. You have also seen the records. The vampires will have a battle with us sooner or later. If you take the initiative now, you can get more information in the future." Hermione shook her head and said hesitantly, "I just Worry, during the few days we left, the Death Eaters... After all, half of the combat power of the Order of the Phoenix was mobilized. However, in the process of repairing the magic recorder, we should restrain each other. Mr. Flamel said that that thing needs to be built More than half a month, which means we have buffer time—"

"Hermione."

Harry interrupted his friend's chatter, and his emerald green eyes met the panic in the depths of her vision: "We'll be fine." At this moment, he couldn't show the worry in his heart, and the words he said were comforting, " As we discussed, the Death Eaters won't be making any big moves for now, Kingsley will be keeping an eye on them, and the team we sent to Hogwarts, we have coded messages, remember, last meeting We have changed the coefficient of decryption, we have made all the preparations, and we are not going to the battlefield, but to rescue the people."

"Hermione, maybe the situation isn't that bad." Ron tried to relax the atmosphere, "It's impossible for vampires to kill millions in one battle, we've seen Hogwarts before, and this time it will definitely work. "

"Yes, yes, what happened at Hogwarts last time, I also wrote it in the "List of Emergencies"."

Hermione forced a smile.Seeing the worry in the eyes of the two of them, he couldn't help but take a deep breath to make himself less nervous. "It's like Ron doesn't like spiders. I just don't like these cold-blooded creatures flying around so much," she said.

Back in the room, Ron started to make the bed, he wasn't very good with the cleaning spell. "Clean up!" Half of the dust disappeared, while the other half flew into the air, choking him to sneeze.Harry stepped back quickly: "Are you okay?" Ron's tall figure was in the room, and Harry somehow felt that the room was a bit small.

"I think I'd better go to Bill's." Ron showed a helpless look, "Listen, if there is no action at night, I will definitely clean up here."

"I know, Ron. Go and rest, I'll be fine here."

Harry interrupted his friend, of course he wisely didn't help with the Cleansing Charm.The cold war with Ron in the fourth grade has been remembered by Harry to this day. When he was respected by more people, he had to be careful with his friendship. Harry was glad that Ron and Hermione were still around more than once.

"Thanks... good night, then," Ron muttered sheepishly.

"Good night."

Staring at the back of Ron leaving, Harry closed the door, turned around and pointed his wand at the dust all over the floor, a little hesitant - knowing that he was better at Muggle ways.As for the spell, Harry waved his wand lightly: "Clean it up!"

It was still the gradually stronger fluctuations that swept over the things in the room, and everything looked brand new.

"It's quite useful..." Harry stared at his white sheet, dumbfounded.You must know that there were patterns on it before.Putting down his wand and throwing himself into the bed, Harry hugged the quilt that seemed to have a sunny breath, and the black hole of worry in his heart seemed to ease.

Hermione was right, the dangers of this operation were either vampires or Death Eaters.Thinking of the latter, Harry's relief was gone.He thought again of Voldemort, and that bad visit.Harry closed his eyes, trying not to think about the Dark Lord's lover, and instead focused on Voldemort.There was already a small piece of peace in the wizarding world, which meant that Voldemort wasn't just trying to create fear.But he definitely won't allow the Order of the Phoenix to grow.Dragons, giants, dark wizards, their power is slowly recovering.

The thought made Harry's stomach churn.

Harry breathed lightly, pulling himself out of the place where fear and panic had gripped him.According to his previous analysis, Voldemort was able to let go of his prejudices in front of vampires and successfully sign a neutrality treaty, which shows that the other party is also afraid of this blood clan that suddenly appeared. Remember, they said that they were looking for the most special and powerful wizards, and Voldemort was completely able to deal with them. On the surface, it looks like the Blood Race is much stronger than the Order of the Phoenix.With Voldemort's cunning, he must either speed up his actions to unify the UK, or deal with the vampires first with an ambiguous attitude.The Order of the Phoenix strikes first—with the Dark Lord's character, he should be happy to have someone scout the way.

So, even if the Death Eaters learned that the Order was half empty, it was unlikely that Voldemort would attack.

Harry relaxed.Such fine thinking that he had never done before made every nerve ache in him.I went through this action plan again in my mind, and I didn't find anything missing, so I fell into a dark and sweet dream.

The wind at night was gentle and cool, and the grass slid over the robe, making a rustling sound.

Voldemort came to the river bank without a sound. The smooth stones were piled up on the river bank, and it was very hard to step on it.However, apart from the sound of the river, there is no other hustle and bustle here—of course, a couple of naked men and women exercising on the river beach tens of feet away must be excluded.

From here, you can see the tall buildings and pointed roofs protruding from the city in the distance.His pale hand took out a yew wand, and cast the Muggle Repelling Charm in the air.

Apparently his guest was restless.Or just observe something in the dark. Voldemort sneered, pointing the tip of his wand at the man and woman who were making out for a moment.The air became tense, "Okay, okay...welcome to Munich." The man muttered and stood up, a robe magically appeared on his body, the woman fiddled with her golden curly hair for a while, and stood up seductively.A tailored robe also appears on the body.

"If you're all like that, I feel like I'm wasting my time."

Voldemort looked at the two slowly.Moonlight illuminated the air around them.The man licked his lips, and stood a few feet away with some fear or fear.

"Louis made a decision without our consent."

"Leon just wanted to test you." The woman said all this without hesitation, "I'm quite interested in your plan, to be honest, I've had enough of those bastards." Leon was a little uneasy, no matter how they treated you in private The Dark Lord was judgmental, but he couldn't be presumptuous in person.Didn't Anna feel the magic power that was almost as deep as Grindelwald's?

"That's exactly what I'm after. I assume you've agreed?"

"I have no objection." Anna smiled indifferently.

Leon frowned, as if he didn't intend to just agree, he nodded reluctantly. "Of course, we haven't met in years—" Leon waved his wand and drew something in the air.Then there were a few crackles, and the cold black magic aura became stronger. Leon glanced at his companions who walked out of the night with some malicious intentions, and his eyes fell on the calm Voldemort——

Such strong magical power is enough to make ordinary wizards feel uncomfortable and suffocate.

More people are coming.They wore black robes, with a golden pendant hanging on their chests, triangles, circles, line segments... that was the mark of the Deathly Hallows.

"Louis, I have made a note of this meeting ceremony." Voldemort said softly.Immediately, an incomparably powerful magic force oppressed them, just like they did, roaring and spreading like waves, so that these saints stopped unconsciously, and the strong magic air current blew away their hair .These men were not young anymore, they wore fine robes, and they were wary of each other.

"Saints follow only powerful wizards."

Among them, a man with gray hair and serious face said.He has sky blue eyes, a straight figure, and there are not many wrinkles on his well-maintained face.

A flash of contempt flashed in Voldemort's heart, yes, he knew, the Dark Lord named Grindelwald.He died at his own hands not long ago.

fragile and vulnerable,

Under the gaze of Voldemort's scarlet eyes, these people showed caution and scrutiny without exception. "You really have that?" Louis' eyes flickered slightly.

"Of course. It came from Slytherin, my ancestor."

Voldemort flashed a casual smile.The yew wood wand gently tapped in the palm of his hand, "As I said, Germany is also facing the same threat as France. I don't think you want to face the worst situation, but the condition is that you have done it before , be loyal to me."

For a moment, silence spread.

Louis glanced at his companions. It was a difficult decision.Among the thirteen saints, there are old people, and some died and were inherited by descendants.Their leader died in the past few months, and the vampire riots forced them to reunite.They risked their way deep into Italy and killed several people.They will almost certainly leave it alone, and in a few months Germany will fall too.

They didn't care if Voldemort was the target of the vampires, because the most valuable information about the heavy casualties this time was that the vampires didn't want to coexist peacefully with wizards.

All this is like a mountain, oppressing the saints, making them bend their proud spines.

Louis gently knelt down on one knee in front of the powerful dark wizard: "I agree." "Louis?" Leon was taken aback, and looked at the Dark Lord angrily, "I thought we were just cooperating—"

"This is your own choice, the only choice." Voldemort was unmoved, his scarlet eyes showing a cold look.

"Lyon—"

Louis frowned softly, causing the wizard to close his mouth, let out a quick breath, and reluctantly knelt down.With them taking the lead, almost all the Thirteen Saints obeyed.