Doomed to be an enemy

Nothing happened until evening.When Ron changed shifts after dinner, he didn't forget to repeat Hermione's words. Roy listened expressionlessly and nodded to show he understood.

In the tent, Harry was staring at the list of potion ingredients written on his back while nibbling on compressed biscuits. There were already more than fifty types, and the cooking time had been half a month. "What kind of potion is so complicated?"

"It's a soul stabilizer."

The soft voice slid past his ears like a feather, and Harry suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at the source of the sound, and he moved away.The latter raised his eyebrows and applauded his reaction speed, "It's less than a tenth of a second, and it's improved a lot."

Harry's pupils shrank. He hadn't seen Soul Piece appear since the magic ceremony was successful...He waved his wand repeatedly to lock the entrance of the tent, and cast a series of Silencing Charms and Anti-Eavesdropping Charms...Soul Piece was still as handsome as before. The scarlet eyes seem to be thinking about something.

"Were you injured a while ago?" Harry's Occlumency was running at a high speed, but Voldemort seemed a little absent-minded: "The main soul was injured, not me."

"You said, this is a soul stabilizer?" Harry asked.

"Of course." Voldemort said softly, "You only need it when the soul is in turmoil. You've seen the main soul, what happened to him?" His scarlet eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry opened his mouth: "You know, he was injured. That's all." Hearing this, Voldemort repeated it amusingly, showing a smile that made Harry uneasy, "You're not telling the truth, Harry."

He approached slowly, the light shone on him, the body was like a real person.

"I used to be very close to him. Didn't I?"

——They were very close now, and Harry could feel the strong black magic aura on Voldemort's body attracting him like an electric field.

All Harry could say was, "I've seen him. In that cave."

Voldemort discovered this, and he smiled meaningfully: "Harry, even if you don't tell me, I can guess a thing or two. For the sake of my helping you, I want to hear you tell me yourself." Wonderful The deep voice shook the eardrums, the man leaned forward, his lips touched the pinna of the ear vaguely, and Harry's scalp suddenly went numb.

Horcruxes were very dark and powerful magic, which challenged Harry's nerves more than Voldemort's own magic power separated by a layer of human body.

He subconsciously touched the locket in his pocket with his fingers, and suddenly found that the magic cloth bag on it was still sealed well-this fact made Harry feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, cooling him thoroughly from the inside out up.

"Found?"

Voldemort's smile widened, and his pale and thin fingers scratched the boy's cheek, "No one can trap the Dark Lord." He said softly, gently sucking kisses on that ear as if comforting, Harry's lumbar spine twitched Ma, he almost used all his willpower to fall to the ground without shame.

"How did you come out?!"

Harry couldn't help moaning, he now finally knew what Voldemort was talking about about Veela-like attraction.

Soul Piece triumphantly embraced the boy's soft waist, and pressed it deliberately, Harry blushed, gritted his teeth to hold back the sound that almost overflowed his throat, Voldemort was obviously satisfied with his embarrassment and trembling, "It's all thanks to you " He said word by word next to the red ear: "You love me, don't you?"

The hand on the waist was slowly rubbing, as if electric currents burst out from the magical entanglement, Harry panted, determined to ask Mr. Flamel this time when he returned from France, this fatal attraction, fatal Happiness—he gritted his teeth, "Yes."

Voldemort was surprised by Harry's honesty - it obviously pleased him.The beautiful scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, "This is stronger than any vitality, isn't it? Even being proficient in Occlumency can't change anything." He couldn't help but said softly, proudly: "From the very beginning, I have been To receive this power within you, of course, and part of it. Harry, as long as you love me, I can have everything I want from you."

"Now, tell me about the main soul..."

He could finally hold the boy as he wished, just like an elegant python wrapping around its mate, Voldemort greedily sucked the warmth from the boy's skin—

Harry could feel his excitement, and it made him feel bad. "It's his magical power..." Harry said slowly, thinking quickly about how to get out of the current predicament. Voldemort's soul power is obviously comparable to that of Riddle in the second grade, no, stronger than that 16-year-old boy.The wand was in the inside pocket of his robes, and he couldn't even reach for it, and had to pray that Voldemort would forget about it when he was content.

"Oh?" An interested voice came from the side of the ear.

"Something went wrong..."

Biting his lips, Harry let himself fall limply into the man's arms, and the latter easily lifted his weight—oh, that hand was still vaguely kneading his upturned buttocks through the clothes "I said this is not Fair enough, you, can't you feel it?" Harry's voice trembled without pretending. "If you mean the pleasurable feeling, my boy..." They pressed against each other, the man lightly touching his thigh and knee to the hard spot beneath him—"what were you thinking? Huh?"

Harry gasped, his right fingers curled up in convulsions and clutched the clothes on the man's shoulders—wait, only the right hand? Voldemort suddenly became alert——

"The cage appears!" Harry threw out the locket that he secretly held in his hand, a ribbon of scorching magic power surrounded it, golden runes flashed away, and the support on his body disappeared instantly. Harry staggered down on the couch.Almost immediately, there was a strong impact of consciousness in his mind, Harry bit his lip tightly, his cheeks were still flushed, but his emerald green eyes were clear and clear.

"The cage appears!" He took out his wand, and threw out another golden spell in a hoarse voice.

Where the locket lay, a pale, thin hand picked it up. Voldemort stood in a halo full of golden halo, the expression on his face lost the excitement just now, or in other words, the turbulent undercurrent gradually emerged in his slightly narrowed scarlet eyes, making Harry shiver coldly. .

"Harry..." The low, whisper-like hiss echoed through the tent.

"It's really beautiful wandless magic." With a mocking and humble smirk, Voldemort took a step forward, brushing the golden cage gracefully with his fingertips. "So what are you going to do now? You can't maintain this forever. Horcruxes don't need to rest, but you will always be tired."

he said softly.With his movements, forbearance and distress appeared in Harry's emerald green eyes, but he still pointed his wand at the cage. "I can't let you out."

"Why? You see, you were able to go to his healing place anyway - yes, it's a cave rich in dark magic, which is very useful for healing dark wizards - and you didn't send him a death curse, I guess it should be easy then." The coldness in Voldemort's eyes seemed to soften for a moment like his voice, "He is different from us, he is the only one who can deal with the Dark Lord, I want to help you, don't you Want my help? Don't you want me to hug you like I did just now?"

Harry was silent, and there seemed to be some uncertainty in his emerald green eyes.

Voldemort waited patiently.He didn't even try to storm the cage again.

After a long while, Harry put down his wand, "But I don't think so." He looked a little tired, "I mean, you and him are both Voldemort, aren't you? If, as you said, I can give you whatever you want, Why don't you just suck up my vitality, the 16-year-old Riddle can do it, let alone you."

Harry smiled wryly, "I admit that there is no way to deal with him now, and it's the same with you. Do you understand, I can't let two Dark Lords appear in the wizarding world at the same time."

The pounding in my head stopped.Harry sighed silently.

"Harry... I know, I know everything." Voldemort looked at the boy's cheek, and there was a look in his scarlet eyes that Harry couldn't understand, "You think I'm using you, or using words to confuse you and reach My purpose. Harry, a Horcrux is closer to a person's heart, and I cannot prove what I say, and you choose not to believe me."

Voldemort seemed to be thinking about something, "I just have one question." His brows were furrowed in displeasure, and his lips were pursed into a sharp arc. "If he asked me, would you do the same thing now?" There was a look on his face somewhere between disgust and reluctance.

Harry froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.Then he froze, reacted rationally and thought about it, and he was frustrated to find that the answers of the two were the same.

Voldemort began to pace around the golden cage, "Okay." He stopped, "Then we each take a step back." Harry raised his vigilance and frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"As I said, you can't be like this all the time." Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of teasing in his scarlet eyes, "Do you want me to say hello to people when they come in?" He walked closer to the golden halo Edge, "Savior's prison? Huh? I can't say I'm in detention, can I?—Or do you prefer me to use the first reason?"

Merlin's pants, Harry glared at the man with a provocative smile: "You can't hurt people."

"It's a little difficult. What if they hurt me?"

"I don't believe that at all."

"That's hard, though I'm glad you think so highly of me, my boy." "What the hell is that called..." "Well, you can't hurt anyone except to protect yourself, and you can't Spy on information about the Order of the Phoenix."

"As a master of Legilimency—if you understand this art, I have to say that the information is delivered to your door."

……

It wasn't until eight o'clock that Harry handed a piece of contract paper full of words - the highest specification - to Voldemort, who returned a perfect smirk and wrote himself on it with a quill. name.

The golden flames suddenly engulfed the parchment, and Harry felt the contract come into effect, so he let go of the Imprisonment Curse with a sigh of relief.

Voldemort was wearing his black mist-like robe, approaching slowly and silently, Harry couldn't help but tense up, under the gaze of those scarlet eyes.

"Harry..."

It was that soft hissing tone again. Voldemort spread his pale hands, a golden chain dangled from his slender fingers, and the dark green gems on the gleaming gold locket twisted into a shining S.

Harry was vaguely moved and hesitated: "You..."

The expression on Voldemort's handsome face was calm, and his pale hand cupped his right hand—the magnetism-like attraction erupted with unimaginable sensitivity. Harry trembled a little uneasily, but Voldemort held his wrist irresistibly, icy cold. The locket was placed in the palm of the boy's hand:

"Take it, don't throw it away."