Doomed to be an enemy

"Harry, do you know the difference between you and the mysterious man?" Sia Flamel asked.Now they were in a vast room with high ceilings supported by marble columns and stained glass windows that shaded everything in the room.

Harry pondered, and slowly said: "There are many, experience, strength, views on everything, things you care about..." "Everyone says I can beat him, but..." Harry stopped, he almost Said the most depressing place in my heart.But it was obvious that Sia Flamel understood what he meant, and said noncommittally: "He is much older than you, Harry. He has lived a long time, not as good as Dumbledore, but compared to him, you are just a child. So there is no need to be so depressed .”

He used his wand to light up the factors Harry had mentioned in mid-air.The bright words floated in the air, making Harry unhappy at all.

"Experience." Sia Flamel waved his wand, and the word was brought to the nearest. "This is not something that can be made up by any course. It is a comprehensive indicator. Remember the notes I gave you? The short stories on it were all recorded by my father, Nicole Flamel, when he was alive."

Of course Harry remembered that the notebook, which could hardly be turned to the end, not only recorded countless strange spells, potions, and even knowledge about alchemy, but also many very interesting stories.Harry was more interested in the spells than the stories, but Hermione read them with gusto. When Harry expressed surprise, Hermione told him bluntly that these stories were much more valuable than rare spells.

So hearing what Mr. Flamel said, Harry nodded with some understanding in his heart.

"Power." Another word was drawn closer, replacing the previous one.

Thea paused, "This is a dangerous topic, Mr. Potter, promise me that you can control yourself." His serious look made Harry feel ominous, "What do you control yourself?" Sia Flamay stared at him : "Control what? Yes, you still don't know what I'm going to teach you..."

"For a long time, the magic power of wizards has been increasing year by year, and it will gradually weaken when it reaches its peak. Only those wizards with strong magic power can maintain their state at a relatively high level. This is the constant in the wizarding world. But there is something that can break this law." Sia Lemay's eyes brightened, and he took a deep breath and said, "Alchemy, following the principle of equivalent exchange, can make the impossible possible."

With a wave of his wand, he summoned three garden stones, and Harry swore he saw golden runes running across the floor.

"Fractured!"

The pumpkin-sized stone was pierced by terrifying cracks, and the cracks continued.

"Split spell, you should be very familiar with it. Is the effect of this spell relatively good?" Seeing Harry nodding, Xia smiled and shook her head, "No, this didn't even burst out one-tenth of the potential of the magic power. "

How can it be? !

Harry stared at the palm-width crack in the stone, it couldn't be better than Dumbledore, is it going to explode?

"No, it didn't explode." Thea supported Harry's shoulders, took two steps back, and raised his wand. In the air, Harry saw the mysterious golden runes again.

"Four, split, five, crack—!"

Stones of the same size suddenly and silently shattered under the spell.Harry's emerald green eyes widened, he stared dumbfounded at the almost flour-like crumbs scattered all over the ground, completely speechless.

Thea patiently waited for Harry to come back to his senses, and smiled, "I only used the same magic power."

Harry's eyes lit up instantly.

"This involves the knowledge of magic circles and alchemy. It is a new type of magic invented by my father. Harry, magic that no one has ever seen." Sia Flamel looked at him quietly, with a slowly serious expression, "So , promise me, never get lost in power."

Harry also looked at him solemnly, and exhaled, "I agree."

At this point, Harry was completely relieved.After all, the existence of Cia Flamel is too strange. He can not doubt it, but he cannot fully trust it. He believes that if such new magic is handed over to the Death Eaters, Cia Flamel will definitely get more what he wants , at least more than handing him Harry Potter.

But he didn't.That alone made Harry decide to trust him.

"Let's talk about, 'opinions on everything'." Cia Flamel grabbed the penultimate word. "To defeat your enemy, you must know him. Harry, do you know your enemy?"

Harry frowned instinctively, and West Asia didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "Can you analyze the actions, decisions, and even the movements of the Death Eaters he made? Do you really hate those who talk too much?" Reporters, those who praise the Death Eaters, the news that praises those cruel acts? But can you quickly grasp the key points of the information and get more useful ones?"

"Harry, the better you get to know him, the more news you'll get."

Harry was silent. He really hated these things very much. He always felt that the people were being deceived, but he didn't know how to fight back.Sia shook her head, "As a leader, one must abandon one's own likes and dislikes and look at everything objectively, Harry, this is a must." He stopped, giving Harry time to think.

15 minutes passed.

Harry looked up and said calmly, "I know what to do."

Cia LeMay breathed a sigh of relief, and the last word was sent to her eyes. "So, 'things that care'..." He tapped his wand, destroying the word.

"I think you know this better than I do."

The words of Thea made Harry's heart tighten, "Based on what I know about Dumbledore, he must have told you everything he can tell you." Thea's gaze was meaningful, "So on this, I won't do it any more. Guided."

It took a while before Harry settled his beating heart and nodded slightly.

He almost thought that Sia Lemay knew about the Horcrux just now.So much so that there is still some shock at this moment.Only then did he realize that they seemed to have discussed too much about this aspect recently, which was a bit blatant in LeMay Manor.Harry wasn't sure if Thea Flamel knew, but the other party still seemed to be toward the Order of the Phoenix, and perhaps, that was enough.

Next, Thea got a general understanding of Harry's magical foundations in all aspects - Harry was very embarrassed about this - and did not laugh at it, but modified his teaching plan, starting from simple teaching very patiently. "Harry, with all due respect, it takes at least three months for you to learn this new type of magic." This is the class schedule after discarding other irrelevant knowledge.

Harry was a little depressed. Of course he knew that he was not very good at all aspects except Defense Against the Dark Arts.But three months...

"Of course it's worth it," Hermione agreed almost immediately at Harry's words.

Ron was a little envious: "Now I'm not afraid of those Death Eaters." Hermione glanced at him sternly, "According to Harry's description, I think this kind of magic...is very dangerous." She seemed to be trying to remember What, "Stimulate potential... I think I've seen it somewhere."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, not daring to disturb her.

"I remembered." Hermione was a little serious, "Remember? Harry, the principle of the atomic bomb!"

"Cutting off the 'force' between atoms causes a domino-like collapse of matter, which then explodes with unimaginable energy."

"My God, if it's magic power, no, it's too dangerous! You might blow yourself to pieces!"

Hermione turned pale.Ron was puzzled, but Harry understood, "It shouldn't be so serious, isn't Mr. Flamel well?" He really didn't want to give up such a good opportunity to strengthen his strength.

"Anyway, Harry, if the situation is not right, you must stop!"

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm - which was hurting from her nails - and Harry said, "Okay, I'll take care."

For a long time, Hermione's expression did not ease.Ron touched Harry and picked up a newspaper from the side.

"Anyway, there is good news." He pointed to an article on the Daily Prophet that was squeezed into a corner.

Those were the last few editions, which seemed to be some interviews.The wizards interviewed talked about their adventures with exaggeration and emptiness.Harry glanced at it and didn't quite understand. "It's nothing...wait a minute!" He suddenly remembered the new method of information transmission at the meeting a week ago.

Sure enough, at the extreme corner, the reporter who saw this edition was—"Nymphadora Tonks?" Harry was a little surprised, "So soon?"

"I was also taken aback when Hermione found out." Ron laughed. "And, remember the 'greeting' letter Hermione sent out a week ago? There was no reply for several days. I thought they didn't have time to pay attention to us." Kid, I didn't expect a surprise to be waiting for you here."

He pointed to the article again.

When Harry couldn't help but take a closer look, Hermione mercilessly pulled him away, "You two, there are two newspapers over there, let's translate together."

The two boys had to do so.The irascible Hermione can't be messed with - they reached a consensus, each found a table and dragged a piece of parchment and began to write and calculate.This formula is very complicated, and it has to be calculated letter by letter. In addition to comparing the "Magic Dictionary", their progress is not fast.

"Fenrir Greyback...Rabbastan Lestrange...Rodolphus Lestrange..." "Peterina Pettigrew, Anthony Dolohov - hey, I remember He seems to be a wanted man in Azkaban."

"Hermione, where did you come up with the idea? It's so easy to use." Ron looked at the names on the parchment with a smirk.

"This is the method used in the Muggle Wars to transmit information. They don't have magic, they can only work on the complexity." Hermione put the three parchments side by side, "Don't talk nonsense, find it quickly, which one is 'R ·A·B'."

"I think I know who it is." Harry's fingertips landed on the last name.

"Reculus Alphard Black!"

Ron and Hermione spoke in unison.Harry was taken aback by their tacit understanding, and nodded silently.The name reminded him of Sirius, and his mood sank for a moment.

It's just these few days of training that made him start to control his emotions.Even Hermione didn't seem to notice.

"it's him."

"Harry!" Hermione almost jumped up, "We have to go back to number 12, Grimmauld Place!" Harry shook his head, no need to bother.He cast a soundproofing spell with his wand, and raised his voice: "Kreacher!"

There was a crackle, and the ugly old house-elf sat on the floor.Seeing the astonishment of the two friends with their mouths wide open, Harry explained, "Sirius gave me all his things long before he died."

"Dirty blood traitor! Dirty Muggle! Defiled the noble tradition of the Black family!"

The elf's cursing words did not make Harry angry. He squatted down calmly, stared at Kreacher's big shrunken eyes, and spread his palm - a green locket lying in his palm: "Kreacher, I command you to answer honestly, Have you ever seen a locket just like that?"

Kreacher trembled violently for a moment, and his big eyes were full of horror: "Why do you have this?!" Its voice was extremely sharp, and if it wasn't for the sound-proof spell, it must have alarmed Mr. Flamel.

"Kreacher—" Harry narrowed his emerald green eyes and looked at him coldly, "I order you to answer."

"Have you ever seen one exactly like that?"

Hermione and Ron were frightened by Harry's face, they had never seen Harry so gloomy.

"Yes." Kreacher said reluctantly, "Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy it, Kreacher tried all methods, but couldn't do it!" It sobbed softly, "Kreacher failed Master Regulus, even his last wish could not be fulfilled..."

Restraining the excitement in his heart, Harry asked in a deep voice, "Where is that locket that you cannot destroy? I order you to answer me!"

"It was taken away."

"Who is it?" Harry asked coldly.

"It's Mundungus—the dirty thief!"

Harry stood up, looking down at Kreacher's big eyes that were gradually becoming fearful, "I order you, go find Mundungus—"

"Harry!" Facing Harry's gaze, Hermione shook her head slightly, "You can't do that."

Harry suddenly realized that Mundungus was tossing gold mines for the Order of the Phoenix, and no one else could find out.So Harry looked at Kreacher, "Kreacher, I order you to find a house-elf named Dobby and tell him that Harry Potter needs it. Bring Dobby to me. In the meantime..." He pondered He lowered his voice and looked into Kreacher's eyes coldly, "I don't need you to do unnecessary things, and I don't need you to meet unnecessary people, do you understand?"

Harry's face softened when Kreacher apparated away cursing.