Doomed to be an enemy

It was nine o'clock when Harry arrived at No. 24, Enfield House. Voldemort was standing in the room studying the runes on the wall.The potion in the cauldron was nearing completion - as evidenced by the fact that he hadn't been asked to entrain ingredients lately.There is a fragrance in the air, an indescribable smell, and every time I smell it, I feel happy.

"I'd have thought you were brewing a Bliss Elixir if it didn't look so different," Harry muttered.

"Who are you going to save again?" Voldemort glanced at him, not surprised that the other party came late.During this period of time, Harry was used to going out early and returning late.

Harry averted his gaze, his lips pursed. "A little trouble," he said.

Voldemort chuckled, whether it was sarcasm or something, Harry felt that the other party didn't seem to believe this statement at all. He put the lunch box on the small round table, and the sound of plastic bags rubbing was followed by the smell of food.Seeing the man standing still like a statue, Harry said, "It's not pizza this time."

After finishing speaking, he really wanted to swallow the sentence back, obviously what he wanted to say was not this.Harry thought angrily.

"I saw it." The words suddenly sounded nearby, and Harry was startled.Then he found Voldemort walking over at some point.There was a momentary spasm in his hand, and Harry stopped abruptly in his instinct to hold the wand. "Don't you walk without sound?"

"What do you think?"

The man's scarlet eyes stared at him, to be precise, they fell on the hand that was a little bit red with cold holding the plastic bag.

Harry moved uncomfortably, and opened the lunchbox.Roast potatoes, cream of mushroom soup, roast beef and a vegetable and strawberry tart. "So, is your magic power better?"

"Recovering." Voldemort said suddenly, his tone a little stiff.

Harry unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, the locket was staring at the main soul, but as long as the other party recovered its magic power, it shouldn't be a big problem.The smell of pumpkin in the air was stronger, and Harry felt a little sick with hunger.He sat on the chair with some resignation, watching Voldemort eat almost elegantly - the other party didn't do it very deliberately, but he felt it in his bones.Immediately, Harry's eyes fell on the pale and flat snake's face, as if he was used to it.

but……

"Is this your new hobby? Watching me eat?" Voldemort's impatient voice interrupted Harry's gaze.The latter blinked awkwardly, and blurted out: "What's the matter with your face?"

A moment of silence.

Voldemort gripped the knife and fork tightly, his expression was not very good.Harry realized that he had done another stupid thing... Merlin, he almost wanted to sigh, so he tried his best to make up for it: "I mean, you weren't like this before." It didn't seem to work, and the other party's face became even uglier.

The Dark Lord simply put down the cutlery, fingers crossed, arms resting on the table: "Don't tell me you're like those idiots, or are you scared?" he said softly.

"I didn't. Listen, I don't deny that the previous one was more pleasing to the eye, but the point is that you got hurt and it became like this." Harry frowned, "Is that why?"

"You can treat it as an advanced transfiguration."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "Do you need me to show you?"

Harry was almost startled, think about it, when Voldemort was so polite - he quite doubted whether the other party knew the word.Harry shook his head quickly.Then he watched the other party pick up the tableware again, and closed his mouth belatedly.He simply stood up and walked to the side of the long table, staring at the potion with some curiosity—the liquid was beautiful silver, with flowing fluorescent lights floating in it.Harry looked in awe. Potions have never been his specialty, let alone soul stabilizing potions, which he had never heard of before—he vaguely remembered that Mrs. Primpney said it was one of the most advanced complex potions. .

"That's a lot to know." Harry muttered silently.

Thinking that Voldemort might be able to recover after drinking this potion, he was momentarily reluctant, and the corners of his mouth could not help but bend.In addition, the weird situation in France also made Harry feel worried.He had to admit that the vampire riots were more serious than he had imagined. He couldn't imagine that this would happen in England. Of course—he would try his best to save the French wizards, but after all, they were too weak compared to the other party's millions.

They can't always be on guard.Harry thought of the exhaustion of the patrol team during the day, and felt a little guilty.

"Am I getting a little nervous?"

After staring blankly for a while, his empty eyes focused on the tumbling potion in front of him. Harry sighed and raised his head, only to see a soft and thin black robe—Voldemort stood at the table and stared at him for an untold amount of time.Harry was taken aback, and before he could hastily picked up the Occlumency, the other party said, "Given the presence of thought in your mind, I'd say your opinion is fine—only in terms of defense. "

"You peeked at my memory again!"

Harry's incomprehensible emotion was contained in those narrow scarlet eyes, and Voldemort's pale hand grasped the bone-colored wand, reaching into the potion and stirring it. "You delivered this to your door yourself." His tone was indifferent, and the last sentence even contained a bit of sarcasm. Harry stared at him, and then snuffed out the little bit of joy in his heart that he was recognized by the other party. "That's not right, your magic power doesn't recover very slowly, how can you still maintain Legilimency all the time?"

"According to what you said, I have to be like a squib?" Raised his eyebrows, a sneer appeared on Voldemort's flat snake face, "Don't forget, the Dark Lord is omnipotent." Harry almost laughed angrily at him, haha , Who sat slumped at the door half a month ago and threw the kissing partner out the door? "Don't talk like you know everything." He shot back dissatisfied.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort acted as if he didn't hear it. Harry saw that under his precise stirring, the potion became as light as translucent.

"What do you mean by what you just said?" After a while, he couldn't help asking. Voldemort showed an expected expression: "Literally." He took out his wand, and after the potion had boiled for a certain amount of time, he threw a black powder into the cauldron. "You guessed right. Vampires have very sensitive noses. They don't know where the wizards gather. You must have saved many people from them," Voldemort said with certainty.

"Indeed there are quite a few." It is probably the place where the largest number of wizards gather in France now.

Harry nodded, secretly adding in his heart.

"It's not a lot, it should be a lot. Otherwise, I will doubt whether your flames are still effective." Voldemort snorted, not caring about the boy's concealment, "That's why vampires are afraid. Instinctive bastards are also afraid of death." Voldemort showed a cruel smile: "But once you leave, they will only take revenge on those wizards even more."

Harry froze.

"So they're waiting for us...to leave?" It took him a long time to hear his shy voice.

"To be precise, it's you." Voldemort's gaze fell on the boy, hinting admiration, "I have to say, your fire magic is the nemesis of all black magic." Harry was stunned, and looked up at him in surprise. With that interested gaze, he couldn't help asking boldly: "Do you also restrain you?"

Voldemort gradually showed a smile, and on that flat snake face, he was not scary at all, his eyes were calm and somewhat provocative:

"You can try, boy."

"Then what should we do? I mean if the vampire keeps hiding, shall we take the initiative to attack?" Harry looked away, emphatically, "First of all, I have no habit of sneaking in." Voldemort challenged this Eyebrow, holding back the sarcasm in his throat, he said slowly: "It depends on how much achievement you want."

"What?" There was confusion in the emerald green eyes, and Harry didn't quite understand.

Voldemort walked around the table silently with a light movement, and his voice was a little lazy: "Don't say I didn't warn you, if there are people who get lost with you, do you think those beasts can bear it?"

Harry's expression froze. "Using bait? Is this your method?" He frowned suddenly, "Vampires may not necessarily appear, and even if they did, it would only be part of it. From what you say, they've learned to behave well..." Harry couldn't help but say this Silence, and began to think carefully about this method.

"No, that's too risky." Harry said to himself, "Just let them know that I and the Order of the Phoenix have left. There are all kinds of protective nets in the settlement, and it's more likely to deal with it. As long as we can Outflanking back, you will definitely catch the opponent by surprise!" He spoke faster and faster, his emerald green eyes lit up, as if all the depression inside had been swept away.Harry couldn't hide his smile and looked in Voldemort's direction: "This is indeed a good way—"

He stopped suddenly - Voldemort was standing not far away, his flat snake face was pale and terrifying, but there was no surprise on his face, his scarlet eyes were staring at him intently.Harry was sure that there had been some kind of appreciation in that moment just now, and his emerald green eyes blinked, and Harry couldn't look away.

The Dark Lord pursed his lips, and reluctantly spat out a sentence: "The self-righteous savior."

But Harry didn't care about his address. The problem that had troubled him for a long time was solved, and nothing could affect his mood at the moment.Harry suddenly remembered something, and a hesitation flashed across his face. "Voldemort..." Seeing the other party return to the crucible, he picked up another crystal vial with his pale and thin fingers - it contained a liquid that flowed like moonlight.The response was a little casual: "What's the matter?"

Harry couldn't help but ask, "Do you understand French?" Voldemort paused when his hand fell down, and raised his eyebrows calmly to look over: "Of course." Harry was a little hesitant, he didn't know whether he should ask this question ———Judging from the expression of the female Auror at that time, but he was indeed curious, especially the expressions of all the wizards in the city hall at that time were...strange.

"I heard a saying, uh, I don't quite know what it means."

Under Voldemort's gaze, Harry said uncomfortably, "But I remember the pronunciation, can you translate it for me?"

With scarlet eyes slightly narrowed, Voldemort said after a while, "Speak." For some reason, Harry always felt that the other party was not very peaceful, and there was a kind of concealed... displeasure in his slightly low tone?

Harry slandered the other party's weird temper, trying to recall the tone of the female Auror at that time. "Seems to be……"

"Hot... Xuyi... Amuhe... De... Duo..."

Harry watched helplessly as the usually stable pale palm trembled - the potion in the cauldron boiled with a whoosh, and Voldemort suddenly removed the half-lightened crystal bottle, a layer of white foam began to appear on the surface of the potion.In the next minute, several remaining materials were thrown in, and the potion almost trembled into a completely transparent color.

The Dark Lord's expression was somewhat unpredictable, neither angry nor mocking.

A terrible silence spread among them.If it wasn't for the female Auror not being able to scold herself, Harry almost thought it was an offensive remark.

"What's wrong with you?" he said tentatively.

Voldemort extinguished the flame under the cauldron, Harry couldn't see his expression in the large amount of steam rising from the potion, and his pale hand dried the potion on the wand:

"You should answer 'Jenevousaimepas'."

He said something irrelevant.