Doomed to be an enemy

In the following days, fleeing French wizards appeared nearby one after another, and they learned about several wizard settlements occupied by vampires from their mouths.Under the worried eyes of Ron and Hermione, Harry led the first team members to the rescue. This time, Harry let go of all his worries and used the golden flame. Everyone in the camp could see the burning fire in the sky Cloud, the golden light seems to pierce all the haze and bring hope to everyone.

He had to grow up fast—even if it cost him a shortened lifespan.Harry smiled calmly after feeling that the upper limit of magic power was raised again and again.

Therefore, in these several operations, no one from the Order of the Phoenix died.Because from the beginning to the end, Harry's flame hovered around everyone.Ron and Hermione were not on the list of actions, so in the eyes of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry's magic is getting stronger and stronger, respect, admiration, loyalty...these eyes are getting more and more.The number of wizards in the Virga Valley has gradually increased to nearly ten thousand, and some of them even voluntarily joined the Order of the Phoenix. This time, Harry did not stop them.

At night, when Harry dragged his exhausted body to No. 24, the Enfield district in the northern suburbs of London, the lights upstairs were still on.He touched the shrunken bottles in his pocket—they were potion ingredients he had bought from a French wizard.The footsteps from the foyer were deliberately heavy, and with the winter chill, Harry hadn't knocked on the door before he reached the second floor, which had already opened inward. Voldemort stood against the light, wearing an eternal black robe, in stark contrast to his pale skin, Harry narrowed his eyes, and slowly put down his hands.

"You're late." Voldemort dropped the words and returned to the house.

Harry was not surprised.The furniture in the room has been emptied, only a single bed is placed away from the window.In the middle of the clearing stood a potions table, on which a silver cauldron was bubbling and bubbling.The warm air and the sweet smell of pumpkin wafted in the air: "Is your potion not ready yet?" He said, enlarging the bottles and jars in his pocket to their original size with his wand and placing them on the table.

"Obviously, Potter," he said without looking back. Voldemort rolled up the sleeves of his cloudy wizard robes to his elbows, exposing pale, thin arms - he was stirring the liquid inside with his yew wand. "You're two and a half hours late." After stirring, he looked up at Harry, his dangerous scarlet eyes showing a hard question.

"Vampire, save me."

Harry was succinct.Almost a few hundred people were rescued in this operation, and he was too busy to put them in the valley until very late. Voldemort turned his attention back to the cauldron with no interest, "How many?"

"Enemies?" Harry leaned against the wall trying to recall the amount of blood that was densely packed... "I mean, how many people joined the Order of the Phoenix, huh?" Voldemort mocked contemptuously.

Harry immediately shut his mouth.Mumbling "can't tell you that".

At the same time, he used a spell to enlarge a box, and the sweet aroma of food filled the air instantly. Voldemort frowned and looked over, "Pizza?"

"Well, fruit pizza." Harry suppressed a smile.

Voldemort looked away in disgust, "It couldn't be better." With that said, he conjured a dining table and chairs out of the air.Harry raised his eyebrows, realizing that the other person must be hungry.Thinking of the aggressiveness of asking himself just now, Harry smiled half sorry and half unkind.

Then he sat down across from Voldemort, and was a little curious "So, what kind of potion are you doing?"

There was only silence in response, and Harry watched as he devoured the sliced ​​pizza - along with his least favorite piece of fruit.Well, Harry rubbed the space between his brows, and he didn't cooperate at this point, "Can it really speed up the recovery of your magic power?" He changed the question.

"That's it."

The Dark Lord's wounds healed quickly under the effect of blessing magic, but the speed of mana recovery was unusually slow.Harry couldn't find the reason at all, but Voldemort didn't seem to be in a hurry, instead he rudely ordered him to find a bunch of potion ingredients. When Harry couldn't help but refuse, the other party only replied with a smirk. Character:

"protocol."

Immediately, a sense of frustration lingered in his chest, and he couldn't help cursing himself. Why did he bring up the alliance in the first place?And Voldemort didn't look like he would leave before his mana was restored.

Harry was thankful that his magical powers had grown so much lately that it was enough for a long-distance Apparition once a day.The sound of the chair moving interrupted his thoughts. Seeing Voldemort return to the cauldron again, a burst of tiredness surged. Harry pushed the plate away and couldn't help lying on the table. He probably wanted to take a rest, but a few seconds later Fell asleep.

The black mist-like robe approached at some point, and Voldemort noticed that the boy's muscles tended to tense. Obviously, even if the boy had forgotten the warning spell, he still couldn't get close. "Harry Potter, you are really relieved." He said softly, and glanced at the forbidden magic circle on the wall.

Traveling back and forth for long distances, and having to deal with high-intensity battles, Harry had a heavy shadow under his eyes. Voldemort stared at it for a while, his pale and thin fingers gliding weakly across the boy's outline, the intense warmth made Harry relax comfortably.The Dark Lord evoked a satisfied smile, and tentatively used Legilimency.What greeted him, however, was an empty mind—even the dreams. Voldemort was a little disappointed, "This is really good Occlumency."

When Harry woke up, it was already 03:30 in the morning, his shoulders, neck and back were sore and numb, he took a deep breath and began to move his muscles carefully.The fire in the fireplace was nothing but flames and cokes, and it was still dark, and the room was dark.Harry heard liquid boiling in the cauldron, but no one was there.He was a little surprised, and then, as if he had come to his senses, he turned his gaze to the only bed in the room.

He had chosen a large four-poster bed that looked very comfortable, but the simple pattern on the sheets disappeared and turned a cold silver-green.And Voldemort was lying there.

Does the Dark Lord need to sleep too?

This topic roiled in his mind, and Harry had a sudden realization, well, the Dark Lord was just a wizard, a wizard named Tom Riddle, now Lord Voldemort.

As long as the Death Eaters don't make trouble, the Order of the Phoenix can move freely in France.The entire river valley is now full of houses built by magic, and within a few dozen days it has turned into a medium-sized wizard village.Mr. Bastian grinned from ear to ear. He is now in power, second only to Cheria.

It seems that everything is going in a good direction.Harry walked into the camp in the morning mist - members of the Order had requisitioned the old tents.

Vampires have sharper noses than dogs.

Harry suddenly remembered Voldemort's words, and looked at the buzzing settlement again, and suddenly felt not very good. "Hermione, when will Mr. Flamel's detector be ready?" When he found the witch, the latter was writing a document, and Harry was dazzled by the French.

"Probably next week." Hermione put down her pen and said, "Why do you ask that?"

"There are so many wizards gathered here, it's impossible for vampires to be ignorant." Harry's emerald green eyes flashed worry, "But there hasn't been a single attack here, I don't think it's because our defense is too strong." Hermione With a fixed gaze, he hesitated: "You're right, but the members of the Order of the Phoenix have a large-scale illusion to release odors on the outside, so the vampires shouldn't be able to smell anything."

"Listen, we brought back hundreds of people yesterday. Although we also used a special spell to eliminate the smell, I always feel unsafe." Harry said, "And if they don't come today, they will definitely have to come to the door later."

The two looked at each other, and Hermione stood up decisively: "I'm going to find Ron, he's on duty today." The witch hurriedly stuffed the written parchment into Harry's arms: "This is the curfew order. , just come in handy, you can help me to Mr. Bastian."

Harry remembered this matter. After the settlement was crowded with more people, he wondered if he was too nervous. At night, many people went out to hang out and fight duels. Two days ago, Ron and his patrol actually caught two Thrill-seeking couples in the wild...Harry suspected that was a big factor in Hermione's vote for the Order of the Phoenix.

Shaking his head, Harry tightened his cloak, and walked towards the pointed hut in the center of the valley—there was the temporary "Vilga" town hall.

"Mr. Potter!"

"Mr. Potter!"

……

Along the way, many people took off their hats to pay tribute, and Harry's smile almost froze before he walked into the gate of the Spire House.Cheria and Bastian were sitting around a table together with several other wizards to count the number, identities, and backgrounds of the wizards in the valley. The filing work was cumbersome and cumbersome. The female Auror looked extremely depressed, but Bastian was the first Spotting Harry's figure, he immediately raised a smile and said in English, "Mr. Potter, welcome, what can you do?"

Harry was not used to this kind of politeness. He watched all the wizards working politely, and took out the parchment written by Hermione from his arms:

"In view of everyone's safety at night, the Order of the Phoenix recommends a curfew. This is the specific content." His words are very euphemistic, after all, this is France. "Of course." Mr. Bastian nodded subconsciously.Harry wondered if he hadn't understood what he was saying at all.

"I was just about to talk about this." Cheria took over and glanced at it, and said in more fluent English, "You guys are so timely."

She smiled and gave Harry a hug, who froze completely.The silver-haired female Auror was beautiful and charming. Harry blushed in embarrassment for the first time, which made Cheria giggle and said something in French jokingly.The female Auror's expression made Harry feel that he didn't really want to know the content of this sentence, but Mr. Bastian obviously didn't think so——Harry raised his hand and said, "The Order of the Phoenix still has something to do. gone."

He left here at a slightly faster speed than usual, and there was a good-natured laugh behind him.Make passers-by look around.

The icy air took the heat off Harry's face, and he stepped into his tent.This is an ordinary two-room tent with a bathroom, and the bedroom and study are just complete.There were several unopened document bags on the table in the living room.Harry tore off the wax and flipped through it quickly. It was full of messages from England:

There are foreign wizards in the Death Eaters.

The ten dragons illegally left Germany a week ago.

The six French magic families have been accepted, and the backgrounds of the newcomers are under investigation.

Lucius Malfoy persuaded the French Ministry of Magic to grant a free entry and exit permit for the Order of the Phoenix during a special period.

……

Signed by Alastor Moody.Harry was relieved that there didn't appear to be a large-scale attack.Then the document in his hand started to burn - it didn't seem to hurt Harry's fingers - and in a short while it was all reduced to fly ash, and Harry used a cleaning spell to completely wipe away the traces of the document.This is the highest level magic secret letter. Only the designated person can open the sealant, otherwise they will be cursed, and the magic will cause it to irreversibly spontaneously ignite after reading it.It was a fortnight these days, and Harry was used to the old Auror's caution.

He took out a piece of parchment that was born out of the ashes, and wrote a reply letter after deliberation.He described the dire situation in France and asked the Order of the Phoenix to closely monitor the movement of the strait.

The parchment writhed and folded itself after he finished writing, and a white envelope appeared on the outer layer, Harry signed his name on it, and watched it twist and turn into a HP seal - with the Order of the Phoenix at the bottom inscription.He summoned out of thin air a wooden cabinet the size of a pumpkin and put the letter inside.

This is a kind of disappearing cabinet transformed by Mr. Flamel. It is specially made to imitate Muggle mailboxes. It is handed over once a day, and the contents of a pair of mailboxes can be exchanged. Of course, due to the complexity of the material, only paper can be passed at present.

At noon the members of the Order of the Phoenix—four hundred of them now—gathered for a meal.They are all canned food and compressed biscuits that should not be put bad.After eating for two months, Hermione's face turned livid when she saw this thing.But there is really no way to find a stable and secure food supply in such a place.Ron comforted, "Mine is pineapple, why don't you change it to your original flavor?" Harry couldn't help teasing: "Ron, mine is also original."

Ron pretended not to hear: "Hermione, it's settled." He exchanged biscuits with Hermione quickly.The witch was angry, funny, and touched... "I'm not that delicate." She glanced at Harry with some embarrassment, "How about I change it with you?" Harry quickly pretended not to hear, and Ron gave it to him. Looking at him as if you were a buddy, the two boys made Hermione burst out laughing.

Nuo Duo was amused, glanced at his younger brother who was eating compressed biscuits slowly, and leaned over with a smile: "Roy, do you eat strawberry flavored ones? My brother will change it for you." Roy gave him the biscuit silently. A big white eye.