Doomed to be an enemy

It wasn't until after Apparating back to France that Harry hadn't been able to figure out what that meant.Voldemort refused to talk after that, much to his bewilderment.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that Harry walked into the tent exhausted - without alarming anyone.The humidity in the air and the aroma of the bath liquid brought him back to his senses. With a low curse, he turned around and cast a dozen blocking spells at the door.The bedroom door was ajar, and a dim light spilled from the inside.

Harry thought he must be tired, otherwise why would he find such an ordinary thing so alluring?

Pushing open the door, there was a comfortable four-poster bed in the small room—it was originally golden-red, but it was turned silver-green by the culprit sitting on the bed at the moment.Not only the bed, but also the footstools, armchairs, even the carvings on the fireplace and the table are completely Slytherin.

Every time I see Harry, I feel a little helpless.Anyway, the brass is still gold, he managed to console himself.

"came back?"

Soul Piece was like a real person, sitting on the head of the bed in black silk pajamas, with the quilt covering his legs - Voldemort was holding a book in his hand, his scarlet eyes cast a substantive gaze Looking at Harry. "It looks like we had a good chat." The tone was very indifferent.

Harry paused, then remembered Voldemort's weird reaction, and hesitated for a moment.It was just a little bit of curiosity at first, but now... Forget it, Harry scratched his hair - it made them all stick up, this is not a house full of forbidden magic circles, if Voldemort really doesn't care If you lose your temper, you will be in big trouble.

When I came out of the bathroom, it was almost three o'clock.Harry changed into pajamas with a golden snitch pattern and walked to the table, opened a wooden box on top, and the locket wrapped in a cloth bag was right in the house.Under Voldemort's solid gaze, Harry picked it up and put it around his neck. "Will you go back? I think I have to rest." He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly, "And don't show up in the middle of the night, it's scary to wake up in the morning."

"Your bed is bigger than a locket," Voldemort said slyly.

"So after you're not happy with my room, you're going to hog it?" Harry grumbled.Thinking of the locket is really small and cold.He quite understood Voldemort's choice. Of course, Harry had completely forgotten that wizards also had a spell called the Space Expansion Curse.Now that sleepiness and alertness were battling pity in his mind, he walked slowly to the other side of the bed—God knows why there was a double bed in the tented bedroom he had been assigned—and stopped a foot away. place. "Come up, I won't touch you." Voldemort said impatiently.

"You promise not to spy on my brain."

Harry remained vigilant.The face of the other party changed suddenly, realizing this, Harry immediately cheered up: "You really have this idea." He raised his voice slightly.

Voldemort snorted resentfully: "Okay, I promise, it's only for tonight, are you satisfied now?"

"I really want to be satisfied!" Harry gritted his teeth, why didn't he think of writing this into the contract along with not being able to hurt each other?It must be the fault of the paper being too small... He climbed into bed angrily, and got under the covers - it was so warm inside that Harry unconsciously curled himself in, throwing himself into the feather pillow.

Closing his eyes, waves of exhaustion surged, and Harry only had time to clear his mind before he fell into a sleepy dream.

He is indeed too tired.

The man heard his breathing become shallow on the other side, supported the soft bed, gently brushed the hair on the boy's forehead with his pale and thin fingers - the latter frowned uncomfortably, Voldemort stared at it for a while, then lowered his head Gently place a kiss on the scar.

"You forgot to say good night, Harry."

The magnetic pole-like magic field rippling thrills at the moment of touch, the warmth rushes into the depths of this cold soul, making people crazy with nostalgia. Voldemort had always boasted that he had great self-control, but this kind of touch made him intolerable.Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the thought of continuing.He straightened up, thinking about the contents recorded on the soul fragments from the scar.It seems that he guessed right, the main soul's problem is very serious, and maybe he can get everything without doing anything.The plan to bring out the blood came at the right time, as long as the boy didn't know about it, everything would be fine.

In the darkness, Hun Pian showed a silent and determined smile.

As Voldemort expected, the vampires seemed to disappear around them all at once.On the huge magic map, there are more than a dozen white marks around the Verga Valley, which are the places where the Order of the Phoenix rescued the people.In the past month, he has been running around, and the number of wizards in Verga is increasing every day.Harry stared at the large, dazzling red war zone above.It should be said that the efforts of the Muggle government and the Ministry of Magic are still useful, but the Verga Valley is on the edge of the war zone.

Harry told his two friends about Voldemort's conjecture. Ron's expression seemed to have been punched by someone, and he was speechless with his mouth open: "So, we are allied with the Death Eaters?" He spat out with difficulty. Such a sentence.Hermione frowned deeply, but didn't react much: "Actually, I had this premonition, but I didn't expect it so soon." Only then did Harry realize that he forgot to show them the contract.

He quickly took out the parchment from his clothes.The two stood under the pine tree and took a quick look together. "It seems that when vampires are rampant, we don't have to worry about Death Eaters for the time being." Ron said after a while.

"But there is no news in the country. I mean, if the other party is really sincere, shouldn't it be made public?" Hermione whispered, handing the parchment back to Harry. "The situation is a bit complicated, but I promise it won't be too late." Harry hesitated for a moment, and didn't tell the real situation of Voldemort - which made him a little guilty.The current situation was something he had worked so hard to win, and if news got out that Voldemort was still injured - of course he didn't mistrust his friends - it would probably screw everything up.Think about it, on the one hand, there is a disaster far away in a foreign country, and on the other hand, there is a victory that is within reach... Harry was silent for a moment, and said, "Now let's talk about the next plan. I think that is a good idea."

In the next few days, Ron's patrol team remained vigilant.The Order of the Phoenix stepped up its attack and swept away two churches a hundred miles away in one day—almost the moment Harry's iconic golden flame rose into the sky, all the vampires fled.This made the rescue operation smoother than ever.

"How did you expect this?"

Harry looked at the man sitting in the armchair very puzzled, and after guessing their actions, he gave a fairly pertinent suggestion.Should it be called Voldemort? "They don't even attack the Virga Valley, so how could they confront your magic head-on." Soul Piece sneered, "So what you have to do now is not to pretend to leave as soon as possible and set up traps." Voldemort's handsome face showed A grim smile, "On the contrary, you should expand the results when they are avoiding. Of course, there must be their eyes and ears. Why don't you act in a hurry, as if time is tight-time before leaving France. "

"But we can't be sure how tolerant they are—"

"It's easy." Voldemort was wearing the jet-black robe that appeared, and paced the bedroom almost silently, "I remember that the number of wizards recorded by the French Ministry of Magic was about [-]—yes, it included mixed-bloods and hemp-bloods. After so many years, the difference is not too big." He murmured softly, "The Ministry of Magic should have most of the wizarding teams with strong combat effectiveness, I remember it was less than [-]..."

He was lost in thought, Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, he couldn't talk about these things at all, he couldn't help but feel a subtle... awe for Voldemort?He wasn't quite sure about that feeling.Well, maybe it's more appropriate to call it fear.This is simply a dangerous person.

"The vampires' power in France is obviously greater. Perhaps after gathering more than 5 wizards, they can plan a trap." Voldemort concluded.Harry was surprised by this number, "It's impossible." He murmured, "The high-ranking vampires won't sit idly by and let us grow."

"A French wizard, to be exact."

Voldemort corrected him, and said softly, "If I were a vampire, it would be much better to gather the enemies together than to attack separately, and it could be accomplished in one battle. I assume they know how to use strategies." He stared at Harry, who vaguely felt that something was wrong , is this last sentence really just satirizing vampires?

Harry pushed the idle speculation out of his mind, hesitating.

He couldn't see the loophole here at all, but this was Voldemort's idea, was it really okay?Harry struggled to say, "Well, maybe you're right." He stood up, and Voldemort's gaze followed him until Harry's hurried back disappeared outside the door.Then he, like a phantom, also disappeared from the air.A strange air flow slid into the wooden box on the table.

Harry discussed this plan with Ron, Hermione, Noldo, Roy and other members of the Order of the Phoenix.They were amazed by Harry's audacity - which made him a little embarrassed, and he had to give the two friends a wink, and they immediately understood that it was not Harry's idea, but from the Dark Lord.In the end, this plan was finalized as a step-by-step trial. If it really goes well, it might as well be implemented to the end.

This made Harry even more busy.The large and small action plans were summed up, and Nuo Duo, Roy and others were responsible for explaining them to all members.During the day, the power of vampires will be partially suppressed by the sun-this is the point of view of the soul tablet in the locket, and Harry suddenly feels depressed about the night operation plan when he came to France.Therefore, the actions are put into the daytime, and the evening is the time for meetings and discussions.

Harry could only spare an hour at a time to visit Voldemort in London - his potion was on cooldown and had to sit for a week or so.

That means Voldemort will be healed and gone in a week?

Harry found that there was a dark night owl in the house. It brought a lot of books and documents, which made the empty room not so lonely. Every time Harry came to deliver meals, he could see the window A row of bookshelves on the side are full of all kinds of black magic books with evil-looking names. Behind a conjured solid wood desk, Voldemort sits in a high-backed armchair, sometimes reading - a little bit of Harry And don't want to know what's in there has anything to do with what's on the shelf - sometimes it's written on parchment.

The fire was always so hot that Harry could only put things on the little round table.Sometimes he noticed that Voldemort looked even thinner.This made the pale and flat snake face even more terrifying.

There was a vague worry in Harry's mind.

"Can this potion really heal you?" Before leaving, he couldn't help asking.

Since that question was asked a few days ago, the communication between the two has become pitiful.In other words, it was the unilateral rejection of the Dark Lord.Harry found bitterly that when the man wanted to keep his mouth shut, you simply didn't know how to pry him open.