Doomed to be an enemy

"disappeared?"

In the bedroom, Voldemort hugged the unconscious Harry and repeated softly.The almost whispered words were clearly heard by the Death Eaters outside the door.Barty Crouch Jr. was even more respectful, his pale face flushed with excitement: "Master, Mrs. Brace happened to be there too, she is very sure that the Death Eater who was arranged to go to the underground vault to get the gold came out. Hall. When Travers rushed over, the goblin found the vault key that had fallen in the tunnel and returned it to us."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes: "Which vault did he go to?"

"number 6."

"Very deep..." Voldemort stroked the boy's soft cheek thoughtfully, instinctively feeling that there was something wrong with it, "Very well, it's not enough just to return it. Those who dare to hit us..." Voldemort He raised the corners of his lips to show a cold and cruel smile, and said in a lighter tone, "I remember that the goblins also have our forces. They have escaped the punishment of the Ministry of Magic for so many years, and it is time to pay the price." "Little Barty, you go back to England Find a goblin named Kurumok, and if it knows the time, help it gain more power to speak within the goblin."

"Keep this matter a secret from me."

"Yes, Master."

"Gringotts let our people watch it, and find a way to find out about this matter."

Voldemort lowered his head and kissed Harry's lips lightly. The petal-like soft touch calmed the hostility in the Dark Lord's heart. The boy's magic field became unstable due to the scar on his soul, and strangely, when he touched Touching this child, the overlapping magic field can help it stabilize instead.

This discovery made Voldemort a little surprised, no wonder he recovered so quickly after his soul fusion last time.

Voldemort closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft kiss. The boy's non-resisting appearance made him a little passionate. Finally, he lightly bit Harry's rosy and lovely lips. Voldemort hugged it tightly, oh , he was emotional.The quilt covered the body of the two of them next to each other, and whoever came to report was sent away by the Dark Lord through the bedroom door.

It wasn't until the evening that Harry's complexion became better. Voldemort fed him a nutrient potion mixed with the water of life and death. Then he sat up and waved his yew wand to summon the documents, quills, parchment.

Harry woke up to the rustle of a quill writing next to his ear.

The orange glow came in through the gaps in the curtains, and in the dark room, there were only four or five soft white light clusters floating on the bed to illuminate the man who was dealing with official duties.The white and thin hand holding a bone-colored magic wand held a dark green quill, and beautiful round characters flowed from the tip of the pen, which was pleasing to the eye.

However, the word-by-word sentence above made Harry realize that this was something inside the Death Eaters... He raised his hand maliciously and removed the quill from the man's hand, eliciting a chuckle from the top of his head.Harry frowned, and found that his arms were around the man's waist, and his head was resting on the man's heart—the heartbeat in his ears was almost deafening, and the skin covered by the quilt was already in the dark environment, but he didn't feel it at all. cold.

Oh, the warm air is like sitting in front of a fireplace, is this... a warming spell?

"Why didn't you watch it?" Voldemort teased softly, not caring about the sudden naughtiness of the boy he liked, in fact he knew it when Harry opened his eyes a few minutes ago.Strange didn't care whether the other party saw these important documents-even if it might give away his plan.

The body seems to have gone through a big battle, and there is an indelible exhaustion deep in the spirit, but the body is very energetic.Harry suffered from this contradictory feeling, "It's so noisy..." He moaned under his breath and braced himself, the dizziness made Harry frown in pain, Harry summoned his wand to use a few to recover aspects of the spell.But Voldemort held down his hand, and saw the man open his mouth in a daze and said, "Dizzy?"

Harry nodded.

Then the pupils shrank suddenly, because a familiar wand touched his forehead, and the ominous bone-colored wand was held in Voldemort's hand, and it slid gently across the browbones, forehead, and cheeks... Harry's muscles seemed to have memories Sexually tense up, as if pouring a basin of cold water, sober as never before.

He stared stiffly at the Dark Lord lazily withdrawing his wand, "Are you still dizzy?" Harry glared at him, almost uttering a sentence through his teeth: "Excuse me!"

He couldn't be more energetic now.

Harry rubbed the space between his brows, finally shaking off the feeling of bewilderment. "What's going on?" He paused, remembering that horrible dream...or maybe it wasn't a dream.Harry subconsciously looked at Voldemort, into a pair of thoughtful eyes: "You don't remember?"

"No, of course I do."

Sensing that Voldemort was trying to fool the past, Harry said dissatisfied.The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows, and said quite concisely: "You have been enchanted by the soul magic." Although Harry knew that Voldemort probably did not do it, he still couldn't bear the man's joke just now.He said in a sweet tone: "Oh, Lord Dark Lord who knows everything, please tell me who in this world is more proficient in this kind of spell than you?"

Voldemort frowned, his expression seemed a little disgusted: "Don't speak in such a tone." He pursed his lips, ungrateful little bastard, huh?He was delighted by this thought, and then Voldemort saw that there was no negative emotion on Harry's face, and that little bit of dissatisfaction immediately turned into a kind of warmth he couldn't understand: "What you said is the truth, but soul magic also Not everyone can learn it, including our enemies, of course."

Harry stared: "Are you talking about blood race?"

"The first strong vampire to wake up." Voldemort drew out a name with his wand, and the green letters floated in the air. "Her name is Raven."

"Raven? No last name?"

"No." Voldemort said softly, "I checked the information about this, and it seems that this part of the wizarding world has been deliberately destroyed, and only the Muggle churches still have some."

"Is that why they attacked the church?" Harry immediately thought.

Voldemort once again secretly admired Gryffindor's intuition with a subtle mood in his heart: "Yes. I guess this is one of the reasons. The blood clan has no intention of resolving grievances with the wizarding world, and they are almost immortal."

"Why?" Harry asked subconsciously.

Voldemort laughed, he stretched out his hand and caressed the boy's cheek ambiguously, "That's what I want to know too." Harry pressed his hand restlessly on his cheek, ignoring the temperature of the fever, "So that spy is Ray Wen? She...is very proficient in soul magic?" Harry felt a little palpitated, "That's really scary, how did you drag me back, I remember it was a bit rough." He used a euphemistic word carefully.

Voldemort let the boy hold his hand, but now he turned his fingers together, and for a moment, a complex look flashed in his dark red eyes.

The crime of killing that belonged to him lay dormant in the boy's soul, and once the subconscious attempted to atone for the sin, it would cause severe pain. Voldemort never thought that Harry's talent for soul magic was as good as his. The figurative flames and chains were the magic that the boy cast on the Dark Lord's soul.

...in my name, atone for your sins.

"I think there should be no next time." After a while, Voldemort said.

Well, that means he doesn't have an answer.Harry was a little discouraged.From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the faint yellow light streaming in through the cracks in the curtains, and Harry suddenly realized something bad: "How long have I been unconscious?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and summoned a green clock from the air with his bone-colored wand—seeing the boy stunned for a moment, he almost jumped out of bed... Voldemort waved his wand to light up the crystal lamp in the room, and suddenly sprinkled The bright light seemed to add luster to the skin, and the Dark Lord smiled a little as he admired the boy he liked.

The house-elf has done the laundry.Neatly stacked on the head of the bed.

Harry put on his underwear and shirt, and when he picked up his robe, he froze. He suddenly remembered how he was teased last night while wearing his clothes. Voldemort didn't take off his clothes until he had memorized all the contents... Harry suddenly felt The gaze behind the farewell had no deep meaning, and he put it on stiffly.

Voldemort covered the deepening smile on his lips, oh well, he could see how a little boy's mind was functioning from the body language.Unexpectedly shy and delicious.He quietly came to the bed and pulled the unconscious boy into his arms.

"I changed my mind..."

Before the words with a hint of order came out, the curtains covering the windows were all pulled open automatically, and the room was filled with golden red light, making Harry unable to open his eyes for a moment.He leaned into the man's arms and clamped his legs sensitively, especially the man's gradually dangerous breath... Most importantly, facing the window——

Harry gritted his teeth, a little exasperated: "Voldemort! Let me go!"

He tried hard to pull away the arm on the waist, the man bit the skin on the side of the boy's neck, "You can't see the inside from the outside." He said vaguely, the original joke became serious, he seemed to be the first The young boy who was exposed to love for the first time was easily aroused.

"It's night now... just once."

Probably the Dark Lord had never coaxed anyone so nicely in his life, and Harry was shamefully tempted... He insisted that the man's methods were too good.In the fading sunlight, Harry's emerald green eyes closed in a daze.

Voldemort leisurely - in front of his eyes - summoned a handkerchief and slowly wiped the white fluid off his hands.

It would be strange to walk out of the tent at this time...Harry used this reason to convince his annoyed and eager heart, turned around in the man's arms with his teeth gritted, and pressed him down on the bed forcefully. Voldemort let out a pleasant muffled laugh and fell into the soft silk quilt, "Harry, Harry... what do you want to do?" Voldemort stretched his body generously, with a playful expression on his handsome face. Even the gaze in the eyes is lazy.

Like a lazy magic leopard...

Harry lowered his body dangerously, and he lowered his head to cover the other's bloodless lips as if he had been tempted.Harry was sure he didn't like men, but facing this body always aroused his desire.

For the first time, Harry eagerly sucked a kiss and bit the man's lips. The tip of his tongue penetrated into a place where the other party had no defense at all. He could only respond lazily. His tongue, which was more dexterous than his own, seemed to playfully tease this jerky kiss. .On the contrary, Harry was so teased that he couldn't breathe. When he wanted to leave, the man stretched out his hands to hold the boy's back of the head, and the response became intense, and the rapid panting caused the temperature in the air to rise.

Not to be outdone, Harry kissed back, but the suffocation from lack of oxygen made him struggle subconsciously. Voldemort rolled over and pressed the boy under him. The shadow cast by his thin and tall body completely covered the boy. Voldemort was gentle and gentle. Cruelly depriving Harry of his breath, like a snake gradually entwining its prey, when the lack of oxygen reached its limit, the boy's emerald green eyes suddenly lost consciousness, and Voldemort felt the unusual tension of the boy's body, Only then left a little at the right time, sucking the boy's red and swollen lips soothingly.

"Didn't you know you breathe through your nose when kissing?"

The slightly smiling teasing made Harry gradually come back to his senses, then he realized something, raised his hand to cover his eyes with a cry of surprise, and then Voldemort's slow and full of smug teasing came from the air: "I Boy, you're so sensitive..." Harry's cheeks turned red almost every inch under his palm.

As if he still refused to let him go, the Dark Lord asked with interest: "Is my kiss so exciting to you? Tell me, is it very comfortable?" He kissed the red pinna, facing the small Gently licking his earhole... Harry flinched for a moment, couldn't believe how embarrassing he was, and he took his hand away in annoyance.

"Enough! It was an accident...I can't breathe."

"Suffocation makes you excited?" Voldemort sneered lazily, "I guess it's the feeling of dying." He lightly bit the boy's rosy earlobe, and his tone suddenly softened, "Or because, that's what I brought Dying feeling?" He stopped suddenly, and smiled silently again against Harry's cheek.

"You're excited...so I'm right again? Huh?"

Harry took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Shut up!"