Doomed to be an enemy

Harry and Ron looked at each other, the latter didn't seem to know what was going on.

"Don't be upset, Hermione is just shy," Harry reassured.Ron sighed, slightly annoyed. "She's been like that lately."

It's just a small thing, isn't it, that Harry thinks there needs to be a chill between the two friends? "By the way, is your operation going well?" Ron was quickly distracted, and he cheered up and said, "There are almost no casualties-with the help of that potion, oh, to be honest, I feel that we are about to die." It's outmatched." Ron sighed, and said seriously, "Several warning magic has been destroyed in the cleaned places around here."

"It was destroyed...we didn't realize it." Harry thought of the pair of blood-like red eyes in his dream, his back shivered and his expression was serious.These warning spells were all set by Harry with his own magic power, and he was extremely sensitive to black magic.He thought that there should be no problem, but unexpectedly... Thinking of Voldemort saying that Revan was proficient in soul magic, Harry felt that he had probably found the reason why the warning magic didn't work.Apparently the strong blood clan had been secretly watching around the valley.

——These thoughts swirled around in his heart and were suppressed by Harry. No, he had to make sure, otherwise it would be a laborious effort.

"Otherwise I will follow next time."

"Don't..." Ron thought that the second team would go out on duty next time, and he happened to stay in the camp with the first team. Ron was a little terrified, "That man is still here." Harry spread his hands, "But You're going to be outmatched." "That's better than being with the Dark Lord, too," he murmured.

While talking, a black night owl flew in through the window, landed beside Harry's arm, and raised its foot proudly.

"Who wrote you the letter?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry pursed his lips, did not speak, but picked up the letter wrapped in parchment and opened it.Seemingly contemptuous of the uneaten food here, Ye Xiao yelled twice in dissatisfaction.There is only a piece of black gold stamped letter paper with incense inside:

See you tonight and don't forget your promise.

The gorgeous round characters clearly wrote this sentence.Harry was stunned, remembering what he had promised the night before, so he quickly took out his wand and tapped on the reverse side of the letter:

I will leave it to you tomorrow.

A line of words appeared on it.Harry sealed the envelope and handed it back to the impatient Night Owl, who flew away almost immediately.

Ron's expression was a little wrinkled, and he swallowed, "Is... that person?" Harry nodded. "Oh, do you still communicate?" The friend's expression was terrified, and Harry could only say, "Only for business."

"Of course I know, it just feels weird." Ron made a face.

Harry said, "I'm going first." He gestured to the can in his hand, "I still have some things to deal with." Ron nodded, watching Harry's back as he left, the quiet wizard's eyes looked There was a hint of worry.

All afternoon, Harry was dealing with a backlog of business.

Hermione had previously asked members of the Order of the Phoenix in England to investigate matters related to goblins, and the feedback was gathered to Harry.The latter looked at the statement that Gringotts had added a treasury on the intelligence report, and was a little instinctively suspicious—the economy was already depressed during the war, and it is impossible that Gringotts' treasury was not enough.Unless it's the Death Eaters' side...Harry wrote his opinion.Turning to the movement of the blood clan, it was found that Britain was still peaceful. What Moody pointed out in particular was that the list of missing persons had suddenly decreased.Sometimes there won't be one for days at a time.

Harry couldn't help but give his only relaxed smile of the day.

Send the processed documents by mailbox.Harry took out a translucent crystal stone from a drawer—they brought a lot of crystal materials for exorcism practice.He did not forget what Mr. Flamel said, crystal is the best medium to store magic power.Rubbing the edges and corners of the stone, Harry hesitated for a while, then gently put it in the palm of his hand, guiding a little bit of magic power into it.

The brilliant golden color was like the sun at noon, shining with extremely bright and fiery light. Harry leaned back and squinted his eyes to see the amazingly bright magic power of hair strands in the crystal stone, which was as bright as a filament. He remembered that the last time it was soft white light.Harry slightly increased the output of magic power, the crystal stone in his hand suddenly radiated brightly, and the golden light beam filled the whole room. After a few clicks, a gust of hot wind suddenly scattered, and the parchment on the table was lifted vigorously. , rattling, whirring magic air lasted for a few minutes before disappearing.Harry looked at the crystal stone that was broken into several pieces, but he didn't feel happy.

A little bit of magic power can't make the crystal stone bear, the speed of this fission...

Harry sighed, picking up a new piece and handling it more carefully.Not long after, there was a light source on the table that was brighter than a candle.

Then, he picked up the last stack of documents that did not require a return receipt.Moody reluctantly agrees with his idea, and has already made a list of the wizards he needs.There are a total of more than a dozen, dedicated to assisting the Order of the Phoenix's affairs in France.There was no war in Britain, but these wizards from the French Black Magic family proposed many ways to make money and gain income. I don't know how they persuaded Moody to agree to open another wizard trading market with Malfoy.

The werewolves were kept busy by Mrs. Prem Pinnier, because Siah Lemay opened a new topic about the problem of completely curing wolfsbane. He found a few words in Mr. Nicole Lemay's notes , seems to have some eyebrows.I heard that Remus was even hugged and kissed in public by the gawky Nymphadora Tonks—of course, Moody mentioned this in a very flat tone, but Harry could imagine the funny scene, and he sincerely Glad this elder can find a home.

Then there is the financial planning and income and expenditure details for the construction of the new market sent by Malfoy.The last page had the signatures of Lucius Malfoy, Alastor Moody, Belgar Hank and others - it seemed to be going well.Harry didn't really understand these things. Fortunately, Hermione helped Cheria deal with government affairs these days, and had some experience with finances. When the busy witch was hurriedly dragged by Harry, she took a quick glance and pulled a piece of sheepskin. The paper was calculating at a speed that dazzled Harry, and she had the result in less than half an hour.

"There is no problem with the above amount. This part of the material is 30.00% cheaper in the temporary market in France. We can buy it here and send it back. That's all - is there anything else?"

"Thank you, Hermione, no more."

Harry shook his head, watching his friend leave the tent in admiration.Take all these suggestions to heart.The last document is that Mr. Weasley, who has no job, is assisting Sia Lemay to study the combination of Muggle items and magical alchemy.The Weasley brothers' joke shop opened in Diagon Alley without any risk, and Bill and Fleur got married, and they dragged on until now without notice for fear of disturbing Ron's affairs in France.Charlie went to the secret place where the dragons were kept, and was quite familiar with the dragon trainers-oh, I heard that he had persuaded several people to join the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry couldn't help laughing at this.It's a good thing these dragon trainers understand English, he thought.

After sealing these documents with magic, the sky is already a little dark.Harry stretched himself, and finished the canned food and compressed biscuits that he hadn't eaten a few bites at noon.Having just put the recently mail-ordered Animagus Transfiguration Guide on the table and pinched the bridge of his nose, Harry decided to take a shower first.

To be honest, Harry was still curious about what form his Animagus was.

It's just that ancient magic seems to be particularly dangerous, so Harry decided to practice Transfiguration more, anyway, he was not in a hurry.Taking a white nightgown from the closet, the loose fabric was embellished with snowflakes - and Harry went into the bedroom's bathroom.Almost instinctively, when he came out wet, he drew his wand—

It was completely dark.In the candle-lit bedroom, the crystal stone exuded a brighter golden light. It was being played with in a white and thin hand. Voldemort sat in the chair in front of the desk, seemingly meditating—Harry interrupted Scene: "How did you get in?!" Almost unbelievable words blurted out.

Voldemort raised his eyes and looked at Harry's appearance, showing an unpredictable smile: "Nothing can stop the Dark Lord, little boy." A strange hiss filled the air, and he was speaking Parseltongue.

Harry glared at him. Although the Order of the Phoenix didn't have a dedicated wizard to guard the camp, there were patrols interspersed with it. He suddenly felt a bit sick to his stomach that a garish Dark Lord could slip in so easily.The words he spoke subconsciously changed into Parseltongue: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you I'll give it to you tomorrow?" "I can't wait." Voldemort's voice became very soft, and Parseltongue was also very slow .This made Harry feel a little strange instinctively, "So you just ran over and trespassed on my study?" He was still a little dissatisfied, but fortunately all the documents were processed, otherwise Harry felt that he couldn't be described as guilty.

"I'm not interested in your actions." Voldemort leaned back in his chair, hissing in a Parseltongue with a hint of sneer, "It's like you're not interested in my official duties." Haha Harry was slow to realize what the other person meant, probably because he hadn't flipped through something, and Harry moaned inwardly, when will he be frank, is it interesting to guess?Um?

Harry's complexion became better: "Should I say thank you."

Voldemort stood up and walked around the desk with light steps, and the crystal stone was thrown on the desk casually. "No." He walked around Harry like a snake, and the latter could feel the other's eyes not leaving for a moment, "For me, this is the most useless word." Weird hiss As Voldemort moved and surrounded Harry, as the opponent got closer and closer, the cold magic field approached his back, and Harry felt a sense of oppression being gradually tightened by the snake, he swallowed to suppress this discomfort. Voldemort bent down—breathing past his ears, "If you want to use that to do business, it won't work."

"Is one not enough?" Harry frowned, not wanting to pay attention to the other party's unpredictable behavior.

"Not enough." Voldemort simply stretched out his hand from behind to Harry's eyes, his slender fingers were no longer as pale as bones, and then one, two, three... Harry stared at the six crystals floating in the air. Above, "You can't count on a successful study, that's too harsh."

A trace of helplessness rose in Harry's heart. He remembered that there seemed to be only six crystals left in his drawer. Voldemort's words were indeed reasonable, he hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.They came to the sofa in the bedroom and sat down. This time, Harry witnessed Voldemort's precise control over magic. Crystal is a very fragile material, and it cannot withstand the impact of powerful magic.But Voldemort solved this problem by engraving permanent runes on the crystal with magic.

The crystal stone, which could originally withstand the magic power as thick as a strand of hair, showed a brilliant golden light as Harry carefully injected the magic power. Voldemort sat by the side watching all this, his expression was inexplicably gloomy, especially when he felt the almost boiling heat in it—it was like a furnace that attracted him.

Voldemort couldn't help raising his hand to cover the back of the boy's hand, Harry moved, their magic fields overlapping immediately stabilized the magic power, and the golden light suddenly withdrew its brilliance and became soft——Harry stared wide in surprise He closed his eyes and saw that the magic power in the crystal stone changed from brilliant to dazzling golden, and then changed to a soft light color.

Voldemort was also a little surprised, and asked calmly, "What color was your original magic power?"

"White."

Harry couldn't help asking, "What's going on here?"

"It may be related to the attraction between our magic powers." Voldemort gave a pertinent answer, and he made a decision almost in the blink of an eye, "Harry, continue." Then Voldemort cast a few protective spells with his other hand, Infiltrate your magic power into the skin on the back of the opponent's hand.

"Stop!"

Harry immediately tensed up, a shudder that tingled his spine rushed into his mind, and even his toes curled up in excitement. Harry tried to break free from the other's hand, but Voldemort held on tight, his dark red eyes Watch as the magic in the crystal stone slowly turns soft white. "Oh, this feels so weird—quick, stop!" Harry's hand holding the crystal trembled a little, and the inexplicable stimulation transmitted from the nerve endings to his whole body made the hairs on his neck almost explode. .

This is much hotter than overlapping magic fields.

Voldemort didn't let go of his hand until the crystal stone made a faint sound of being overwhelmed.Harry's body was slumped on the sofa. He supported the sofa cushion, and the crystal stone emitting white light rolled to the side in embarrassment. "This is really an unexpected discovery." Voldemort said meaningfully. Those dark red eyes stared at him, which made Harry feel annoyed at his body that reacted immediately. He pulled a bulging cushion and put it on the Belly, blocking Voldemort's interested gaze.

"That doesn't mean anything..." he muttered.

"Can't explain anything?" Voldemort repeated softly playfully. After a while, he seemed to think of something. He didn't continue this topic, and switched back to Parseltongue: "It's not good to hold back like this. Do you want me to help you?" Responding stiffly in Parseltongue: "No need." Quickly filled the remaining few crystal stones with magical power, and threw them to Voldemort all at once. "I'm going to go to bed."