Doomed to be an enemy

"I don't think that's a problem."

Voldemort's answers were always so ambiguous, until Harry approached the tent, feeling a pang of annoyance.The bedroom was empty, and the locket remained intact in its wooden box.There are two sandwiches and a cup of hot milk on the side.Harry froze.Horcruxes don't need to eat, so this thing is for yourself?

"Being in a daze won't warm your stomach."

Voldemort's soft voice slid over the pinna, and the fingers on his shoulders pressed like bones, and Harry's heart felt warm. Of course, he was already tired of the endless canned food and compressed biscuits. I believe that any member of the Order of the Phoenix would go back. Thank you for both.But as a leader he must lead by example.So even if Harry Apparated to England every day, he wouldn't take the opportunity to eat something else.

"Where did you get it?" Harry asked curiously.But then he felt the fingers on his shoulder pinched, the cold temperature sinking into the skin through the clothes, the fingertips almost rubbed along the direction of the bones, the tingling feeling made Harry flinch, and he heard Voldemort say: "You Too skinny, finish these."

It just so happened that Harry had just heard a similar vague answer, and his emerald green eyes narrowed immediately: "Answer me after you finish eating."

Voldemort didn't feel good, the boy suddenly became smarter?He nodded calmly.Harry started immediately. He was really hungry. For the first time, he ignored Sia Flamel's teachings and dealt with all the food regardless of manners. Seeing that, Voldemort frowned: "Stupid, you don't know where Do you want to buy something for yourself while taking care of the main soul? When you patronize high-end nutrition restaurants every day." He curled his lips in disgust, and felt a sour feeling in his heart.

"My friends are starving, so can I run to fill my stomach with peace of mind?" Harry shook his head, sipping his milk, Voldemort pointed out with a sneer, "They don't cross the English Channel every day." Haha Li was helpless: "well, you are right, I will take care of myself."

"I rather doubt that."

"Speaking of which, the food in the colony is very tight, where did you get these?" Harry didn't forget the question at the beginning.The war in France caused food shortages, and a large area of ​​the farm was abandoned, and the wizard could only get a small amount of food. Voldemort looked away and said reluctantly, "I traded with someone."

Harry was taken aback, "But you obviously..." You don't have much money.

He stopped his mouth just in time, but the unfinished words were all too obvious. Voldemort clearly understood what he meant, one of his eyebrows almost reached into the hair on his forehead, and he said through his teeth: "I'm not exchanging those items."

Then he refused to reveal anything more.

Harry glared at him: "You promised to tell me." He always felt a bad feeling. Voldemort showed a smirk, "I've already told you." Harry held his breath in his chest, one and two were so dishonest, could it be more difficult to tell the truth than Avada Kedavra?

He drank the milk angrily, and Voldemort returned the locket as if nothing had happened.

There was no time for Harry to dwell on the matter, and the evening meeting was about to begin.After hastily disposing of the residue and the smell in his mouth, he rushed to City Hall.

Soon Harry knew what Voldemort had exchanged.

"I think saving people can be slowed down a bit. We don't have enough food." Mr. Bastian said with a smile on his face, "But this shouldn't be a big problem. There are a lot of Muggles in the countryside near the Wilga Valley. The farm, I mean the wizards have opened up part of it, these idle - given that it turns out to be using Muggle machines, I'd suggest rescuing some Muggles from the vampires, I mean we provide housing and security, and the other side just needs Help us operate those machines..."

Harry stared at the politician who talked eloquently, feeling mixed feelings.

This is clearly not French, and the argument is damn familiar - Muggles serve wizards.Well, at least Mr. Bastian was involved in security.No wonder Voldemort kept his mouth shut. Harry's eyes were blurred, and his heart was sore and uncomfortable. He quickly lowered his gaze to calm himself down.

That proud man...

Harry reluctantly listened to the following meeting, and only pushed out these things about dealing with Muggles. The Order of the Phoenix continued to rescue wizards, and the rescue of Muggles was assigned to the French team by the female Auror.As soon as the meeting was over, everyone walked tiredly to their residences.Harry couldn't bear it anymore, and after saying good night to his two friends and the members of the Order of the Phoenix present, he walked quickly to his tent.

He felt he must demand proof of it.

The hands pointed to two in the morning, but Harry wasn't sleepy at all.He skillfully sealed the entrance of the tent with a spell, and quickly walked into the bedroom. "Voldemort——" he picked up the locket and yelled several times in a row, but there was no response from the thing in his hand, "I said you are not shy, are you?" Harry couldn't help but gasped.

"I gotta say, how long are you going to stand there stupidly?" came Voldemort's slow, slightly amused voice from behind.

Harry froze instantly.

"You—" He turned around and saw that Voldemort was sitting on the silver-green bed, looking at him half-sneeringly and half-amusingly.Harry felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. He put the locket back in the box, turned around and walked up to the man, took a deep breath and said, "You gave Mr. Bastian the idea."

He used an affirmative tone.

Voldemort admitted bluntly: "That's right. I guessed that you would worry about this." "But you don't have to do this, it won't do you any good." Harry said softly.It's all in your stomach, little boy. Voldemort sighed secretly, and said, "How do you know it's no good?"

"Bastian is only in charge of people's livelihood, you will risk being discovered by the main soul to befriend a useless person?"

"Besides, that's not your style of gentleness—it's to make sure it works and gets approved. And you didn't do it for nothing, he must have given you something."

Is that dinner?

Harry opened his mouth, as if his throat was blocked, unable to ask.

Voldemort laughed and clapped his hands almost gracefully: "You know me better than you think." The scarlet eyes gave Harry a deep look: "You know what I want."

Harry shook his head vigorously.

"No, don't change the subject. I want to say thank you. I swear I'll take care of myself."

"I hope so." Voldemort reluctantly said, he was still not used to this kind of Gryffindor-style communication. "I think it's time for you to go to bed." He made it clear that it was over.

After taking a shower, Harry caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the edge of the bed in deep thought, paused, and awkwardly climbed onto the bed from the other side.I always feel that posture looks like he is the owner of the bed... Harry thought angrily, the quilt was as warm as ever, which made Harry a little curious, does the soul film also have body temperature?He couldn't help reaching out and touching the man's exposed wrist, it was icy cold, and then realizing that Voldemort was looking down at him, Harry let go, "I mean, good night."

After Harry closed his eyes, Voldemort extinguished all the lights.But he couldn't let the boy know what he was thinking, he smiled silently, no matter how cautious Harry was, certain actions could still reveal too much information—since he returned from the main soul.After waiting patiently for more than half an hour, Voldemort lifted his finger, pressed it lightly on Harry's forehead, and stroked it gently.

The fragments of information recorded by the soul tablet flashed before his eyes quickly, and when he saw the sickly pale appearance of the main soul, he was startled.It really doesn't look very good.While thinking about it, his fingertips felt a little hot, Harry's groan came from the darkness, Voldemort looked down, the boy was mumbling something uneasily, sweating profusely.

Voldemort realized something, he immediately chanted the sleep spell in a low voice, the tense muscles under his fingers gradually relaxed, and his breathing gradually slowed down.He raised the corners of his lips, and invaded the boy's brain with a soft, soundless force—there was nothing in it, perfect Occlumency.However, Voldemort became excited when he vaguely sensed the violent movement coming from the other side of the connection. He could monitor all of this... But then he realized a problem, even if Harry is asleep now, he blocks the connection Perception, but when the boy wakes up tomorrow, he will know all about it without him.

Contemplating, Voldemort decided to take a chance, no one knew his willpower better than himself.What can shake each other?strength?Power?Or... His eyes fell on Harry, hesitating for the first time.

Something inside said, don't you want this baby?

Another voice dissuaded, Harry won't forgive you when he wakes up.And can you really make sure he doesn't find out early in the process?

Voldemort was in a dilemma, and in the end he found a compromise.

Harry knew he was dreaming—he remembered that he had cleared his mind before going to bed, how could it be... He was lying on the bed that had been changed to silver-green by the soul film, and delicate kisses fell on his forehead, cheeks, and even lips.Cold fingers caressed the jawbone, slid across the throat, and circled the collarbone. The man's cold body was pressed against his own. Although it was very cold, Harry felt extremely hot. Voldemort...he let out a soft cry, but for the first time he was shocked to find that his voice made people blush so much.

This seemed to irritate the man on his body. The other party pinched his jaw and sucked his lips. His cold hands moved over his body, but they could only ignite hot sparks. Harry couldn't help stretching out his bare arms to hug him tightly. The man, whose face could not be seen clearly, only had a pair of scarlet eyes that were hot and dull. He tried to respond, and when the man kissed each other, he tilted his head and kissed the other's cheek, which was still cold. Harry groaned, the man was cold He supported his waist with his hands, kneading the sensitive tailbone, he heard the rapid breathing of the other party, he couldn't help but open his mouth and gently bit the man's pale skin, kissed along the flat snake face, wandering in the On those thin lips...

Voldemort sat up abruptly, staring angrily at the blushing and panting boy in his arms, he clearly set himself up in the dream, why did he become the main soul?

The dream seemed to go blank for a moment as if it was unstable, and Harry suddenly became vigilant - and then it seemed that an anger that didn't belong to him came from a distance away.Harry froze for three seconds before realizing...

"Voldemort..."

Failed.

In the darkness, Hun Pian's expression turned ugly for a moment, then he quickly put Harry back to his original position, and then disappeared.

After the charming dream faded away, there was a blank space. Harry moved further away, and he saw a clear dividing line, day on one side, and night on the other side.But at this moment, the side of Yong Ye seemed to be lifted up by the sea, violently tumbling and fluctuating, and he could almost hear the painful neighing coming from the depths.

Voldemort!

He yelled and rushed in, almost recklessly.

A messy room flashed before me, empty crucibles on the ground, all kinds of crystal bottles... A man in a black robe curled up on the bed, rubbing the quilt with his fingertips convulsively, and the empty bottle on the other side was lying on the bedside , he gasped silently, the pain of soul tearing and collapse was comparable to the most painful torture, in the endless darkness, only the comforting warmth came from the metal pendant on his chest, he felt the tip of his tongue silently rubbing a name——

Harry...