Doomed to be an enemy

Almost at the same time, the coins in Hermione's pocket came out hot, scalding her.The Gold Gallon that was taken out was showing a phoenix on it.

"They did it." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the enemy was almost wiped out by us..." Ron muttered.Seeing Roy's squinting gaze, his voice suddenly became quieter. "We've got to meet them anyway," said Harry.Looking around, there are corpses everywhere on the messy battlefield, including vampires and members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sadness gripped his heart for a moment, and war couldn't keep people from dying, Harry knew, but he would never learn to face it.One in six casualty numbers is insignificant compared to vampires, which is a big win.But when it was all over, none of the members of the Order of the Phoenix cheered, and Cheria watched silently as they picked up the wands of their dead companions one by one and put the corpses together.

The Order of the Phoenix cannot leave warriors in foreign lands, and vampires are a race that does not respect the dead.

I don't know who started it, and a small golden phoenix flew out of the wand, singing a beautiful dirge, as if singing victory.Then the incantation of "Phoenix Nirvana" gradually sounded, and golden phoenixes hovered over the ruins after the war, seeing off their former companions.

No one spoke, Harry raised his wand silently, and the golden flame quickly buried everything with respect and guilt.

"It's not your fault, Mr. Potter." Cheria's husky voice was subtle in Phoenix's song, but Harry heard it.He didn't know how to respond, the sadness that almost suffocated Cheria flashed in his emerald green eyes, and then Harry nodded, "We have to meet Noldo and the others quickly."

The golden rune halo is particularly conspicuous in the dawn. The woodland is full of people resting, with dirty robes, old people, children, men and women, and haggard faces. Only the bonfire adds a little bit of popularity to them. More than 3000 people The tent made this place crowded, and the movement outside the protective circle made these wizards nervous, and they stood up and looked there guardedly.

"Calm down, Mr. Potter is back!" Noldo said hastily. There are dozens of people from the Order of the Phoenix participating in the rescue, and they set up this simple camp.

"Mr. Prewett, that doesn't seem to be Apparation or Portkey, how can you be sure—" The wizard speaking in English opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the nearly 300 people who appeared out of thin air in an instant.Harry was taken aback by the size of these people's camps, which was about to catch up with the Quidditch World Cup!

He was dazed for a moment, and Hermione poked him on the back quickly with her wand. Harry came back to his senses: "How is the situation?" The air drifted over the camp—

"After breaking through the tunnel, I heard your movements, but there is a little trouble. There is a powerful vampire in the dungeon. In order to prevent it from escaping, we spent a lot of time to solve it." Nuo Duo said with a wry smile.

"Where are you?"

"Dozens of people died."

Noldo was silent, and he took a deep breath for a long time: "I know that the plan was disrupted, and the people who participated in the operation will provide the memory of that time—the doubt must be dispelled." Seeing Harry's disapproval, he explained.

Harry had no choice but to nod. They walked into the camp and received countless grateful and admiring glances. Some girls even stuffed roses that bloomed magically into Harry's hands. "Is this Mr. Potter?" Bastian looked at the young leader with some restraint, "I'm Ben Bastian—I mean, thank you very much for your help."

His English was a bit muffled, but Harry understood.

"It's what it should be. I think anyone would do the same thing." The emerald green eyes were calm and tired, "It's just that the number of vampires is unexpected." The female Auror Cheria thoughtfully translated into French, and solved the problem. Mr. Bastian's dilemma. "Ah, you are—" Cheria nodded, and introduced himself in French: "I am Cheria Jean, the captain of the Auror Team Sixteen, they are wizards from England—I think you already know .”

Mr. Bastian was a member of the accident department of the French Ministry of Magic, which reminded Harry of Mr. Weasley.

"The situation is not good." The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes looked a little haggard, Bastian said, "The blood race seems to have suddenly appeared, most of France fell, and just half a month ago, Paris fell too." He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. "The Ministry of Magic has retreated to the Notre Dame Cathedral in the north. They have found the cooperation of the clergy of the church and recently gained a foothold there."

Cheria's face was serious when she heard the words - she had been on a mission for a long time, and she didn't know the news yet.

The situation was more serious than Harry thought. He thought it would be enough to rescue people and escort them to a safe place. Obviously, this is not easy. If even Paris fell, then these people—

"That's exactly what we're going to say," Mr. Bastian rubbed his palms, and smiled flatteringly, "I heard that it's better in the UK, and I've convinced more than half of the people, give me some time, I'll make sure they all agree."

"The Order of the Phoenix has no room for so many people, Mr. Bastian." Harry's emerald green eyes showed a sharp look, "Vampires have attacked Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England, I think you should know this. Bastian nodded awkwardly: "Your people have already revealed this matter, I mean it is better than France."

"Didn't you lose a lot of people?" Bastian looked around cautiously, and cast a silencing spell with his wand.He whispered, "I can talk them into joining—as long as it doesn't fall into the hands of the goddamn vampires, it's the darkest time of my life!"

Harry knew instinctively that this was indeed a good idea, that the Order of the Phoenix had sacrificed so much for something else - why not get something in return?no no!He was startled suddenly, because of his thought just now.Harry had a strange feeling, just now, it seemed that he was really calculating something coldly.

Like Voldemort...

Harry's pupils shrank suddenly as the thought flashed across his mind.Seeing Mr. Bastian looking at him eagerly, he had to put aside his doubts, thought for a while, and said, "The Order of the Phoenix itself is to resist Death Eaters. We can't let other people who are not suitable for this original purpose join, and other members of the club can't do it. It won't be allowed." Harry raised his hand to interrupt Bastian's next words, "This problem has to be solved from the root cause, not all wizards in France are willing to leave their hometown, if there is a settlement, I mean a safe settlement , I believe you don’t have to leave.”

Harry's emerald green eyes were calm and frank:

"The place where British wizards take refuge is because it is kept secret. Why can't you add one here in France? When you try your best to avoid the enemy, you also lose the courage to fight against it. My suggestion is to think carefully about your next move. way."

With that said, Harry dispelled the Silencing Charm with a wave of his wand.

Mr. Bastian was a little surprised, his expression didn't seem to have thought of this way at all.Then he saw other wizards looking here, as if wondering what they were discussing.

After returning, Harry whispered this matter to Ron and Hermione.

"I think we need an announcement." Watching Bastian slightly evasive and thinking about something, Hermione hesitated, "We can't take them to England, and we have to prevent someone from instigating the crowd..." The witch seemed ashamed of her guess, "I mean, the Order of the Phoenix paid such a high price not to be criticized."

"I think it's a good place to keep secret, doesn't it? Even vampires can't get in." Ron shrugged.

"Perhaps I can help with this," Cheria said, approaching them. "Sorry, you forgot the Silencing Charm." She joked, luckily they were quiet because they were near the woods.The female Auror smiled at the embarrassed and nervous Hermione: "You have done a good job, I can probably guess what Bastian said, and I also guess that you probably don't often deal with this kind of people. "

"Such people?" Ron muttered.

Cheria nodded: "Politician."

There was a hint of disgust in Harry's emerald green eyes. Even though he had told himself that he had to look at everything objectively and calmly, he still couldn't like this kind of guy who used everything as a bargaining chip.

"Now, Mr. Potter, tell me what you think." The female Auror said in her hoarse voice.

The night was very restless.Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Cheria huddled together in a tent and talked for most of the night. The draft summarized by Hermione gave the greatest help that the Order of the Phoenix could give.Given that Britain itself has a lot of messes, apart from keeping the location secret, the Order of the Phoenix can also help develop alchemy instruments to identify vampires. The only requirement is to form an alliance in the fight against vampires and share all the results.Cheria's opinion is to gather the power of French wizards, calm down the panic first, and then discuss how to fight back.

"Wizards have to take that into account once they settle down."

Cheria showed a bitter smile, and said very clearly, "They don't want to lose their safe and peaceful life, even if they leave this kind of life to their loved ones."

The next day, Hermione copied the announcement letter bearing the seal of the Order of the Phoenix and distributed it to all French wizards.When Bastian walked out of the tent, someone kindly handed him a letter, which made the old man look very ugly—after reading the letter.

"Hurry up and pack up, we will leave in an hour." Cheria was notifying each citizen one by one.

The paleness and panic of the wizards yesterday seemed to have disappeared, only tension remained on their faces, and there was hope again in those ashen eyes. Bastian opened his mouth, glanced at the busy female Auror, and began to clean up angrily. own stuff.With her Auror's eyes, Cheria took a fancy to the Virga Valley. This place is dry in winter and full of river water in summer. Of course, wizards can open up a settlement without hesitation. "Vampires only care about churches. They can even let Muggles go. They won't take a look at such a desolate place."

After going through the secrecy ceremony—Cheria insisted that Harry be the secret keeper—the French wizards were much more motivated than Harry had imagined. Those who went to the Muggle world to get supplies, and some were responsible for permanent transformation and construction... Apart from the fact that Harry and the members of the Order of the Phoenix completed the initial construction of the large-scale defense system beautifully, the rest could not get involved at all.

"Yes, I mean, you just need to be responsible for the vigilance, Mr. Potter." Mr. Bastian smiled complicatedly.

He was extremely opposed to Harry acting as a secret keeper. Foreign wizards sounded very unsafe, but facing vampires, they didn't have much choice—in short, he himself would not choose such a dangerous thing.Once he was informed and caught, he didn't believe that he would spend his days of captivity safely in the dungeon like this time.

Harry was dumbfounded. Thinking of Hermione's words, he could only say: "The terrain of this river valley is very good, and it is easy to expand. I wish you success."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter."

After Mr. Bastian left, Harry continued his rounds.To be honest, there was not much to do in the past half month. I caught a glimpse of Ron and Hermione waving to him on the high slope near the woods-Harry smiled lightly, but decided to change the direction.It seems that the progress of the two friends is gratifying.

Underfoot is smooth dry stone, very uneven.Harry gave himself a little levitation to solve this little nuisance.The scorching magic power bursting out of his body almost made him lift himself into the sky. Harry frowned. Since the two battles, his body was always very sore, and his magic power had also expanded by a third.

Harry was a little worried, this speed was really fast.

When he walked into the woods, Harry cheered up. It was always very cold in the shade from the sun, and he always had to take his pocket watch to make sure it wasn't the smell of dark magic.The thick pine needles are very soft to step on. When the forest was about to end, Harry's eyes suddenly went dark, his heart beat rapidly, and the blood rumbled against the eardrums. An uncomfortable feeling of dizziness made him think that he was walking Experience Apparition!

As if cut off from the outside world for an instant, he heard heavy breathing, the smell of grass, and soil——

A series of shattered pictures flooded into my mind. Fifteen human-like blood races suddenly appeared, and the thick darkness solidified on them, distorting the air and shattering time.A pale, bone-colored wand dangled in front of his eyes, spell after spell shot from the yew wood.

The bloody smell that hit his face made his throat itchy. He bent down and pressed his fist against his stomach, and the sound of rumbling blood flowed in his ears...

"Harry!?"

Ron's voice came from far away, as if the diaphragm had been opened, cold air poured into his lungs along his nose, Harry gasped heavily, and tightly clenched his other hand with the The wand that came out—

Hermione noticed his abnormality, and suddenly accelerated her slow pace and ran over to hold his arm: "Are you okay?" There were black spots all over his eyes, and he was dizzy for a moment, and it took a long time before Harry was numb Hummingly replied: "I'm fine..."

"You don't seem to be okay," Ron said.

Two good friends supported him to sit on a cushion made of leaves.It was only then that Harry realized that the sky had gotten a little dark, obviously a lot of time had passed.

"Harry, I've always wanted to ask you..." Hermione hesitated, "I heard that you used that golden flame in the defense of Hogwarts—I always thought it was an ordinary and powerful spell. I It’s like devil’s fire. But after these days, I’ve discovered my fallacy.” Her expression gradually became serious, “Harry, the magical power you displayed is no less than that of a powerful adult wizard.”

"I'm an adult." Harry interrupted Hermione, his tone calm.

"No—you didn't understand me." Hermione's eyes were sharp. "That doesn't explain your sudden increase in magical powers. Harry, I mean that magic is amazing, but it can't be improved out of thin air. Usually this kind of magic It all comes with a price, did you do something that Ron and I don't know about?"

Harry was a little upset, what he saw just now, and Hermione's pressing questions. "Listen, never mind this. I just..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I saw Voldemort."

Ron gasped, his face pale.Hermione looked at him in surprise as if being strangled by the neck. "Your scar hurts again?!"

Harry shook his head, and slowly said what he had just seen.He didn't want to admit that, when it came to the yew wand, he did have a slight worry in his heart. "The vampire wanted to capture Voldemort. I saw it, but I don't know the result of the battle." He stared at the fallen leaves on the ground. Amidst the silence of his friend, a decision became clearer and clearer. "As we said at the beginning, vampires are too ambitious, and they are even more terrifying to wizards. Maybe we can cooperate with him."

"Harry, you seem... worried about him," said Hermione suddenly.

"No, I... I didn't."

Harry opened his mouth, feeling powerless for the first time: "I just thought, if getting the Dark Lord can make vampires stronger, it's even more hopeless."

"You have also seen that even if we were exhausted on the battlefield, we would not be able to deal with more than 100 million vampires. If those vampires are really as powerful as I just saw - so strong that Voldemort can't fight against them, then we can How long will it last?"

There was a wry smile in Harry's emerald green eyes, looking at the two friends who were a little pale when they heard the name of the Dark Lord: "Compared with creatures like vampires, I think dealing with Voldemort is much better."