Doomed to be an enemy

Cheria made up his mind, and immediately ordered these seriously injured bloods to be wiped out.She herself forced herself to go forward calmly.

"Mr. Potter, this is—"

Harry looked at Voldemort, and it was better to answer this kind of question in person, given that the Dark Lord had always been complacent about his deterrent power - Harry amused at the thought. Voldemort couldn't understand where the boy's sudden smile came from, and his dark red eyes looked at the French witch calmly:

"I'm Lord Voldemort, I assume you've heard this name before."

It was a very gentle voice, but it was like a cold current that made all the wizards who heard it freeze up.Oh yes, the temporary partnership between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters isn't news, but that doesn't mean it won't be surprising that a living Dark Lord is here.As if there was an invisible force pushing the crowd back, the French wizards retreated instinctively.

Harry frowned suddenly. It turns out that Garen is not the only one common in the wizarding world, but also the fear of the Dark Lord?

"We have reason to believe that the vampires are gathering in the Vilga Valley, so there will be more battles in the future. The Death Eaters are willing to support us as allies. Of course, this also includes their leaders." Feeling helpless in my heart, ha Lipo looked at the pale-faced Cheria regretfully——Compared with other people, Cheria, who was born as an Auror, must know Voldemort better, and therefore be more afraid of it.

Voldemort pursed his lips, as if he was trying his best to suppress the sarcasm that rolled to his lips: "I don't think you have caught the instigator who used the black magic of 'Black Sky'. Instead of chatting here, it's better to find the enemy's lair." He seemed The more polite and polite, the bone-colored wand between the pale and thin fingers waved calmly, and the dark red blood precipitated from the dead or surviving vampires—this made their screams even sharper— It was as if he had been guided to go in the northeast direction.

Voldemort's tone was quite indifferent, "It shouldn't be a problem to follow along."

Cheria took a deep breath, and Harry noticed that the female Auror seemed to be trying to calm down—the white palms were clenched in anger: "Thank you for your kind help—" She almost burst out the words through her teeth .Then immediately ordered a team in French to follow the magic guidance to investigate. Of course, this was quite dangerous—Cheria was not overwhelmed by anger, and she assigned a team of mid-to-high strength in the valley.

Voldemort squinted his eyes, looked at the beautiful French witch calmly, his eyes naturally fell on Harry, and it only took a moment to kick the thought out of his mind.Sure enough, no matter how much time passed, France was still so unpleasant, Voldemort snorted lightly.

Harry sighed, "Cheria, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this in advance, but can we go in?"

Cheria looked at Harry's clear and calm emerald green eyes, and nodded slowly: "I believe in you, Mr. Potter." She paused, then added, "It's just you." Cheria looked around at the silent The crowd, "Everyone here is saved by you, or your friends, I think everyone is willing to believe you. If you don't mind, we are willing to set aside a place next to the Order of the Phoenix's residence for—" she bit He bit his lips and said abruptly, "Mr. Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

Although these French wizards stood far away and hesitated, none of them refuted.

……

The valley is small and the roads are simple.Members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters walked on the road almost silently. In the distance, a place of the same size has been cleared up next to the Order of the Phoenix residence. A wizard is moving trees into the forest. I saw them coming, " Mr. Potter! We will deliver the tent later!" Someone rushed to salute from a distance, but of course the other party sensibly did not approach.

Harry couldn't help smiling.

Voldemort didn't show any sarcasm, he wasn't surprised by Harry's prestige here - he had already fully understood how "overresponsible" the boy was during his recovery, but what made him frown was that a large white simple tent The places close to the forest are covered one by one, just like the Quidditch World Cup.

"You live here?"

Voldemort's tone was a bit elusive, at least Harry couldn't tell the emotion in it.Just looking at the other party's frowning brows, I knew that it might not be a satisfactory expression.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, showing suspicious eyes, "Everything is simple during the war, you don't think you live in a five-star hotel, do you? Huh? Regret it?" The emerald green eyes sparkled half provocatively With a joking brilliance, Voldemort said after a while: "I thought it could be better..." He said softly.

Without waiting for any further comments from the boy, Voldemort said suddenly: "Dolohov, you take someone to pitch a tent."

Harry looked into the distance, and sure enough, someone had sent the tent to the open space.

The whole afternoon was spent in the tent pitched up by the Death Eaters - under the watchful eyes of the Dark Lord and the Savior.The defense system of the Verga Valley almost collapsed in this battle, Harry had no choice but to ask Ron to lead the team to help, and finally lost under the worried eyes of his friends, leaving only his own guards.

Voldemort didn't bother to comment on that.

"Where's your tent?"

"What are you doing?" Harry was instinctively vigilant, but then he thought that the other party would know if he lived here, so he couldn't help pointing to an ordinary white tent in the Order of the Phoenix resident without hesitation.

"Don't be so nervous," Voldemort snorted, "I'm just dissatisfied with your hospitality."

"It would be the same for you." Harry shot back rudely.

Voldemort made a smirk: "I didn't know you knew me so well. Huh?" Harry glared at him, the Dark Lord's way of hospitality in the past was heartbreaking - he hadn't forgotten it yet.After enduring and enduring, he didn't say this, and said sarcastically, "Are you narcissistic?" But the emerald green eyes that became clearer and brighter due to anger revealed the master's thoughts. Voldemort couldn't help laughing, his dark red eyes made people faint for a moment, "Dear Harry, you know who I'm in love with." He deliberately spoke in a sweet tone.Harry was dumbfounded.He really has never seen such... Can't think of adjectives at all.

Noldo couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. That was the Dark Lord. He was a little thankful that he had let Roy go with the team just now, otherwise this level of magic oppression would have been too tormenting.At this time, when a Death Eater cautiously came over to ask Voldemort to go to the tent that had been built, Voldemort looked at Harry with a tone of sarcasm or teasing.

"I wouldn't be so, ah, mean."

Harry looked slowly at the Death Eaters who were still waiting for a reply, and moved his eyes to Voldemort's expressionless face, not quite sure if it was an invitation. "Then prove it." He couldn't help but stab back, and added slowly to Voldemort's raised eyebrows looking over at him, "Later." There's nothing in that tent right now, of course you're happy Generous, Harry couldn't help cursing.

"A wonderful invitation." Voldemort replied meaningfully.

He didn't want to know the actual meaning of the sentence at all.

Harry took a deep breath with some scalp numbness, relying on the members of the Order of the Phoenix by his side, "I should go, it looks like you are all right." A trace of worry slipped under Harry's Occlumency, he remembered the pendant The box was still in the tent, maybe talk to Voldemort before he could visit there.

"Obviously." To Harry's surprise, the Dark Lord was noncommittal.

Until Harry walked far away, he could still feel the other party's gaze.This almost made him a little more uncomfortable.But that's not bad, is it?It wasn't until the line of sight slowly disappeared, and they walked a long way, that Harry couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, "Please help Ron first, I have to go back to my tent to sort out the recent documents."

"No, we'll wait for you nearby and keep an eye on them." They looked at each other, and Noldor shook his head towards the Death Eaters.Harry opened his mouth, and could only say, "Okay, don't be too nervous, buddy." "Don't worry, leader, even if the gun goes off, we won't be the first to do it." Noldo joked.Borja Doris was a young girl. She blinked and said seriously: "We are your guards, sir."

"Hey - don't be a Death Eater." Harry frowned bitterly, it felt so strange.

"Yes, chief!"

Sturgis Podmore even came to make fun of him, which made Harry leave even faster.There was good-natured teasing from the Order of the Phoenix behind him - oh, Harry didn't want to know what they said again.He quickened his pace, Voldemort was no longer where he was, and Harry guessed he had already entered the tent, which made him relieved, and hurried to his side.

At this time, everyone is busy with post-war reconstruction work, and the camp of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​basically empty, which makes Harry a little nervous. He doesn't know if the locket knows that the main soul is coming, but he just needs a little time isn't it?It was a bit dark in the unlit tent, Harry squinted his eyes, and asked where did he put the locket before he left?Trying to recall, Harry thought, it seemed that the locket's Soul Piece had been sleeping on the bed, at least where it had been before he left.

Nothing has changed in the tent.A set of simple sofas, a coffee table, and a half-open bedroom door.But Harry didn't feel as relaxed as when he walked in. An inexplicable uneasiness gripped his heart. Harry held his breath, listening to his heartbeat getting faster and faster, but his uneasiness was getting bigger and bigger.

No, there must be something wrong...

Harry approached the door, raised his hand and pushed it open gently.Abundant sunlight floods the room, only the shadows of the tall bookshelves hit the neatly packed table, and the armchair is half-opened, as if someone had sat on it before.The luxurious four-poster bed was no longer the silver-green color he was not used to, but a beautiful gold background, with scarlet patterns dazzlingly embroidered with passionate and beautiful patterns.Sheets, pillows...everything is back to how it used to be.

Harry stared blankly at all this, feeling as if his heart had been sunk into a lake—after a while, he walked slowly to the table and opened the wooden box that had been used to store the locket.

There is only a flat magic bag inside.

The locket is gone.