Doomed to be an enemy

Unexpectedly, Voldemort did not enter him, and Harry blushed and relieved him under the soft-spoken guidance of the man. On the contrary, Voldemort sighed unabashedly in his ear, and Harry unexpectedly Shameful about feeling...encouraged?

"I don't want you to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow," said the Dark Lord.

He looked at Harry suddenly, which made him uneasy.And then Gryffindor's instincts were fulfilled - oh, stop there!Harry refused to recall how he had been forced to masturbate.

Like how horny he is...

Harry was still thinking a little ruefully when he woke up in the morning.The soiled clothes were washed again by the house elves, and Voldemort was gone - he was relieved.There was a note left by Voldemort beside the pillow, and there was only a simple sentence written on it in rather gorgeous round letters:

Go out through the main entrance.

After getting dressed, Harry hesitated for a moment, choking off the thought that came to his mind - oh, he didn't quite want to try the defensive magic that the Dark Lord himself fortified, and sneaking out might not be a good idea.After thinking about it, he decided to follow the note.

The Death Eater encampment was empty, barely meeting anyone.There were supposed to be Death Eaters guarding the entrance to the camp.When I had prepared myself mentally and tried my best to walk past with a normal expression, I realized that there was no one there.If he hadn't been able to feel the strong black magic aura somewhere in the camp, he would have thought that the Death Eaters had all left.

In fact, when Harry walked out of the camp dubiously, the stoic Dark Lord at the meeting suddenly broke into a smile.The Death Eaters who were reporting in the middle were so frightened that their voices got stuck.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Ah! The master spared me—!"

Voldemort gave him the Cruciatus Curse in a good mood. "Travers, I don't like sophistry." He said softly, "One night, you give me such a little result? Huh? The goblin digs more vaults so that magical accidents happen..." The two sides bowed and stood There was a faint sneer from the sleeping Death Eaters, but it died down quickly. Voldemort didn't care. He looked at the screaming man writhing on the ground unmoved. After the man's voice weakened, the bone-colored wand spit out the Cruciatus light again.

It wasn't until ten minutes passed that Voldemort chose to remove the spell.

Travers struggled to crawl over—every muscle in his body jerked and trembled, and this time the punishment was heavier than ever. "Master, I can do better, please..." He kissed the corner of the Dark Lord's robe almost in embarrassment.

Voldemort said softly: "I'll give you three days to find out about this matter, our people can't disappear in vain." He showed a cruel smile, "If you still can't give a decent answer after three days, it's not A few Cruciatus Curse matters." "Yes, Master!" Travers almost scrambled back to his original position.

……

The first thing Harry did when he got back to the tent was to change out of the robe he was wearing.It was only when he stood in front of the mirror that he realized that all the hickey marks on his body had disappeared at some point. "That's pretty thoughtful," he murmured.Randomly grabbed a robe from the cabinet, the dark green appearance reminded Harry that it was the clothes Voldemort provided when he returned from Enfield 24.After hesitating for a moment, the too obvious Slytherin style still made Harry give up, and changed into a dark blue robe, and put the clothes Voldemort gave him and the clothes he wore yesterday into the innermost part of the cabinet.

The snow-white shirt is paired with a gray sleeveless sweater of the same color, close-fitting pants, and a dark blue and close-ink slim-fitting robe.

Standing in front of the mirror, Harry stared at the figure inside almost in a daze.A few months ago, he had never been so tidy. In all the special training, only the clothes made Mr. Cia LeMay very helpless. In the end, the solution given by the Order of the Phoenix was that the clothes were designed in complete sets, which was very considerate at first. Added a note label on the occasion of use.

It was only later that I found out that Madam Mojin's little grandson helped to post it.He's a low-magic Squib.

Harry raised his hand, and the boy in the mirror raised his hand too.Then his fingertips touched together, "You will succeed, right?" His tone was a little uncertain, and after a moment of silence, Harry seemed to cheer himself up, and said to the person in the mirror: "You must success."

"Harry!" Hermione's voice came from outside the tent.

"May I come in?"

After regaining his senses, Harry made sure that there was nothing suspicious before he walked out of the bedroom and put away the blocking magic at the tent door.Hermione walked in almost immediately, "I heard that some members of the Order of the Phoenix saw you going back to the tent and asked Cheria for a while. Oh, how are you—"

Hermione was a little stuck, with a strange look in her eyes, looking Harry up and down.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at himself, a little uncomfortable.

"No, it's okay, you look very good." Hermione hesitated, "Harry, I don't know if I should say it, it seems that you have changed a lot since you took off your glasses—the external changes..." The witch looked distressed, "At first I thought it was because I wasn't used to it." Harry listened patiently without interrupting, but his hands under his sleeves began to sweat.

"It feels...as if..." Hermione stammered.

"Hermione, we are friends, you can just say it straight." Harry comforted.The witch seemed to have gained courage, "Oh, I'm just making an analogy, don't be angry." Harry nodded.Hermione quickly threw out the words as if she was desperate, "It seems that I have an urge to kiss you."

Harry froze.

"Oh, Merlin! Believe me, it's not a confession—" said the witch awkwardly.

Harry closed his eyes and nodded. "I know, Hermione," he said reluctantly.Hermione looked very sorry to mention it.She tried to change the subject: "Don't take it to heart, maybe it's my illusion. You went to the Death Eaters before?" Speaking of this, Hermione disagreed very much, "I think this is too risky."

Harry didn't want to lie to his friend very much, so he said, "It's about the septic blood potion. Voldemort agreed to sell the potion to the Order of the Phoenix." He also gave the complete formula.Harry swallowed the second half of the sentence, because he remembered the secret letter passed by the British Order of the Phoenix - hardly anyone thought that the Death Eater camp would publish such a good thing.

Hermione took a long breath and finally smiled, "That's great. In this way, even if there are vampires in England, they won't be helpless. Have you negotiated a price yet?"

Harry shook his head.

Hermione opened her mouth and rubbed her forehead in frustration: "So, just for this, you have been arguing for two days?" She secretly observed Harry's face. "It could have been done in one day." After thinking for a while, Harry decided to tell his friend part of the truth. He told Hermione what happened in the past two days - of course, the part about sleeping with Voldemort was omitted.

"So, someone attacked your soul when you were insane, and that person saved you, and then you were unconscious for two days?" Hermione concluded with a slightly incredulous look, "Are you sure it wasn't the Dark Lord himself?" Harry was a little embarrassed, of course he knew how unreliable it sounded, "I'm sorry, but for some reason I'm sure it wasn't Voldemort who did it. On the way back to aid Riverdale that day, I almost got hit."

"Some reason—something that can't be said?" Hermione put emphasis on the phrase "can't be said".

Harry nodded, looked at the witch's slightly raised eyebrows, and felt guilty: "Sorry, Hermione, this involves some privacy." Hermione shook her head, "I don't have to know, you have the right. It's just eating I'm afraid there won't be any good things to say from the Dead Apostles." The witch weighed it in her heart, and tried her best to tactfully recount the news she got with the magic bug yesterday afternoon.Hermione watched Harry's face turn ugly with some concern.

"Harry, don't pay too much attention to this, I'm just worried if you suddenly hear something." She comforted, "Think about the sixth grade, everyone thought you were crazy, and your remarks at that time were even more exaggerated than now."

The sadness that flashed across her friend's face just now made Hermione a little uneasy.

"Thank you, Hermione." After a while, Harry forced a smile.

"Harry, I'm sorry..."

"No, it's not your fault." Harry suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and said calmly, "As for the purchase of septicemia potion, I will definitely have to contact the Death Eaters at that time, I have an idea, Those wizards from the French family just joined us not long ago, what do you think about letting them talk?"

Hermione pondered for a moment, a little uncertain: "Will they be recruited by Death Eaters?"

"Mr. Moody's evaluation of them is not bad-he has the same concerns as you." Harry said truthfully, "I think it's better to try it first. The septicemia drug is not urgent during the cooperation period. If They have plans to defect to the Death Eaters, and it would be good for us to find out sooner."

Finally sent Hermione away.Harry came to the study and began to deal with the things that had accumulated in the past two days.

Moody's reply to his idea was to select a small number of people to go there. Harry had no requirements for the candidates, but only circled a few requirements such as diplomatic negotiations, and sent the secret letter from a day ago again.It wasn't until before lunch that Harry put down his quill and rubbed his sore wrist.The rest of the files are sealed away with magic.After doing this, Harry decided to show up in the cafeteria. If he doesn't show up again, he doesn't know what rumors are waiting.

Walking on the road, whether it was due to psychological factors, Harry always felt that people passing by looked at him with strange eyes.Suddenly, an unintelligible greeting pierced into his ears. Harry was probably used to their daily language during his stay in France. He looked at the girl with light silver-white hair in front of him in surprise. She should not be an adult yet. Facing Harry's undisguised emerald green eyes, the girl showed a faint blush on her cheeks but she smiled generously. She said something quickly, and stuffed the bright red bouquet in Harry's hand. inside.

Harry couldn't understand such complicated French, he watched the girl stare at him for a while, then walked away with a smile.

Does it look like you're saying thank you?Harry looked down at the bright red rose in his hand hesitantly, and thought maybe it wasn't. He could feel the soft and warm magic above it, which made him feel better, and the depression caused by Hermione's words also followed. dissipate.

Walking into a larger tent, there were not many people - because everyone was eating in shifts, Harry quickly found two friends. "Oh, Harry, where did you get the roses?" Hermione said in surprise, it was April.Then she remembered that it is not difficult for a wizard to give birth to flowers. Ron couldn't help laughing when he saw this, "I must have met someone. I said buddy, you don't like a certain French girl, right? To be honest, they are pretty good. Just a little crazy." Hermione raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

Harry was a little funny, shook his head and said, "I don't know her, she speaks French. If you like it, I will give it to you."

"Really?" Ron laughed excitedly.

Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione's eyes suddenly narrowed, nodded hesitantly and handed the flower over.Ron took it over and smelled it lightly. Just when Harry felt that Hermione's face was getting colder, Ron shyly shoved the bouquet in front of Hermione's eyes, "I remember there was a flower in your tent." Empty vase."

Hermione's face was very exciting, and Harry held back a smile and took his share of canned food and wanted to leave quietly.It's a pity that it is doomed to fail. "Ronald, it's just a simple spell for a rose to bloom. It's hard to find a branch? Huh?" Hermione snatched it angrily and stuffed it back into Harry's arms. "I remember there was a vase in Harry's tent too. empty!"

After she finished speaking angrily, she quickly stood up and left without even taking the can.