Doomed to be an enemy

Outraged?

Voldemort observed carefully, and found that Harry's fingers holding the mat turned white, "Stubborn child." He raised the corners of his lips, and the hissing sound became more pleasant, and Voldemort changed the subject tactfully: "Are you going to Who will negotiate the price of the septicemia drug?"

Harry opened his mouth, evasive, "What about you?"

"I'll let Gargson take care of this matter." Voldemort understood, it seemed that the little boy had forgotten this, and the man might not have arrived yet.

"I see." Harry nodded, seeing that Voldemort still had no intention of leaving, he moved uncomfortably, "Do you have anything else to do?" "I saw the book on your desk." Voldemort chuckled lightly, secretly Red eyes stared at him, "Given your persistence, I think it is necessary to ensure that your Transfiguration is qualified."

Harry was taken aback: "You mean..." His eyes widened, "You want to make up for me?!"

"So you think you need to make up lessons?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows elegantly, pretending to be surprised. Harry saw this and was immediately annoyed, "No, I can do it myself."

This is what I was waiting for.

Voldemort leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, stroking his wand, "Surely you don't mind if I check? Huh?"

……

The negotiating team sent by the Order of the Phoenix arrived in the Verga Valley on a clear day.They wore low-key dark blue robes, and the head leader, Heyman Claros, had a very exciting face when he was accepted into the Order of the Phoenix camp, oh!Merlin's goblet, next to the Death Eater camp is not in the budget.

Harry gave an overview of the camp, and Mr. Claros's expression softened when he mentioned the blood septic potion.

"So we just need to talk to the Death Eaters?"

Harry nodded, "Voldemort handed this matter over to Gagson, and he will take full responsibility." Heyman shivered, "Please don't say his name, Mr. Potter."

"Feel sorry."

After finally settling them down, Hermione also brought good news.The fields opened up in the Virga Valley have already been cultivated and will be ready for harvest in July.Before that, the wizard set aside a separate piece of land and used magic to ripen a batch of grain and vegetables. The good news is that the Order of the Phoenix finally no longer needs to eat canned food.Harry was relieved that the atmosphere in the Order's camp had been extremely cheerful all day.

Of course, the cynicism of the Death Eaters is also indispensable.

"Lowly commoner—" Travers glanced from a distance, sneered, and strode into the largest tent.There were already many people standing in the spacious living room, and the faces of these people were dimmed by the light of the torches, and it was a strange French wizard who made them silently look at it.

Voldemort stood in front of the fireplace, not paying any attention to the other party's uneasiness.

"You're late, Travers..." His soft voice quickly silenced the tent. "Master." Travers immediately bent down and knelt on the ground respectfully, "I brought the answer you want to hear, so I wasted a little time." "Don't worry, don't you see that we are entertaining guests?" Voldemort Those words brought the Death Eaters' attention back to the French wizard.

He was visibly very disturbed.

"My purpose of coming is also the meaning of the minister."

The wizard said fearfully, "The Cathedral of Notre Dame has gathered the main force of vampires. The minister is very interested in the medicine you have, and I hope you can provide it to us at a reasonable price."

"Actually, I don't like the tone of the order."

After a while, Voldemort said softly. The danger flowing in the air made the blood on the wizard's face disappear little by little, "No, you misunderstood...the minister didn't mean that," it was obvious that although he was terribly scared, he still tried his best to let him go. I don't want to lose my composure, "It's because I was too eager to word it properly - we are buying this potion in good faith, please think about it."

"We are not obliged to do this, Mr. Abern." Voldemort was unmoved.

The wizard didn't dare to meet those cold dark red eyes. He almost mustered up the courage to speak: "Although France has closed its diplomacy for a long time, the news from the Ministry of Magic is not closed. The British Minister is very familiar with the situation. In order to show sincerity, He..." Doron Abern swallowed, "he is willing to support your rule."

"Not surprisingly."

Voldemort's expression didn't change at all, his tone became haughty, "I don't need this kind of verbal support." Doron Abern opened his mouth, his face a little gray. Only then did Voldemort throw out the bait at the right time, "I can provide you with potions, and the price is negotiable..." Looking at the other party's refreshed look with dark red eyes, Voldemort raised the corners of his lips and showed a cold smile, "The premise is The French Ministry of Magic is as subject to my rule as England is."

Doron Abern's eyes widened in surprise, and he lost his voice, "This is impossible!"

"I guess you can't last long." Voldemort approached slowly, the almost suffocating pressure made the wizard tremble slightly, "Death Eaters are not the Order of the Phoenix, there is blood septic potion and vampires dare not invade Britain, but France does not." Sure, maybe Italy is a good example."

"Do not--"

As long as Doron Abern thought of the tragedy in Italy, his face turned pale, "I need to report this to the minister."

The distraught wizard was invited out of the tent by the Death Eaters, but Voldemort wasn't worried at all. If he could come to him at this time, the battle must have reached a critical level.The vampire masters were attracted to the Virga Valley, but the French Ministry of Magic didn't know about it, plus the blood septic potion—as long as the French Ministry of Magic stayed alive, Voldemort thought casually, in order to compete for the domination of the Virga Valley in the future.

He grinned silently.

"Travers—" Voldemort said lazily, "It's your turn." His dark red eyes looked at the wizard who stepped forward to hear the sound and knelt on the ground, "I assume you brought good news."

"Yes, master." Travers licked his lips and grinned, "The goblin hid something in the newly created underground vault, we couldn't get in, but it must have something to do with the blood race."

"Very well, back off."

Voldemort paused, thinking quickly in his mind, and after a while he called calmly: "Little Barty, what about your mission?"

"Master," Barty Crouch Jr. immediately stood up and knelt at the feet of the Dark Lord, kissing his robe, "the goblin Kurumoc agreed to cooperate with us. He is dissatisfied with the policy of serving wizards set by the current goblin chief — that made him think goblins were inferior to wizards, and that Kurumok had an unimaginable obsession with items made by stray goblins, and he wanted the Death Eaters to promise to return them if they succeeded."

Barty Jr. quickly explained the results of this time.

There was a burst of low laughter from among the Death Eaters - when he said "goblins are inferior to wizards". Voldemort also laughed, and his tone was extremely contemptuous, "It seems that our collaborators have unimaginable self-esteem." The Death Eaters laughed even louder, but there was no smile in the Dark Lord's eyes, "Travers, You are responsible for this matter, do as he said..." He showed a cruel smile, "It's just that after success, the service wizard without goblins will not get used to it, he must hand over one-third of goblins to us Disposal, we will return the treasure after doing this.”

"He's still dissatisfied with the goblin's cooperation with vampires, and thinks that those dark creatures are not even as good as wizards." Little Barty held back his excitement and became more obedient, and finally pointed out something that Travers didn't find out, which aroused the latter's indifference A disapproving glance.

"Vampire..." Voldemort chuckled lightly.

"These lowly creatures are really worrying." He sighed falsely. "I probably know what they are hiding. Just use this to let Kurumoc control the goblin tribe, and you know what to do."

"Yes, Master." Hearing this, Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes showed a strange light, and it didn't take long for it to turn into frenzy.

"Go back."

Voldemort raised his voice: "Gargson."

"Master, please order." The sturdy wizard stepped forward and knelt down like the first two Death Eaters, even more humble. "The price of the septicemia potion can't be too high." Voldemort's tone was meaningful. "In a short period of time, the French Ministry of Magic is selling it below the cost line. They should need a lot of it. And the price of the Order of the Phoenix can be relaxed, which is lower than the price." The cost is slightly higher."

"Yes, I see."

"very good."

……

The pitch-black stream infested the land like poison, the grass that had just grown was completely dead and crisp, the trees on both sides seemed to have been cut off by countless sharp knives, and there were also shattered wreckage that had been blown up.The rotten smell, the smell of blood, and the strange smell of the polluted land make this place disgusting, a dead zone.

"It's indeed the corpse of a vampire." Roy inspected the nearly rotten remains and said, taking off the dragon leather gloves. "Very dark magic." Harry frowned, moving cautiously around the contaminated area, the cold, nauseating breath making his stomach cramp.

Just at noon today, Harry sensed that the large-scale warning magic deployed outside was triggered. After lunch, he hurriedly summoned the members of the first team to go out to investigate.However, nothing happened at the destination. Instead, the opposite side of the river valley erupted with extremely violent magic fluctuations. When they apparated over, it had already become like this.

"There is a strong vampire atmosphere here, and they should all be high-end products." Nuo Duo held an alchemy vessel with a disc, a little dignified.Harry saw that the scale pointer on it almost stayed in the very high area, and his heart sank, wondering if the vampire leader Revan would appear here.He was almost certain of this guess, and this place was only ten miles away from the camp, which made Harry feel heavy. Being touched to the door at such a close distance, the opponent's strength was obviously very terrifying.

"Harry, come here quickly." Ron rushed over, panting and his face turned pale.

"Merlin!" "This is—"

When Harry led the guards and dozens of people from the first team to follow Ron to a slope farther away, there were gasps one after another in the team, the forest nearly forty feet disappeared, and black ash spread on the ground. There is a thick layer, and there is still an ominous gray mist in the air, everything is quiet and weird.

"There was a big battle here." After a long while, Harry heard himself say, his voice very dry.

"But, who has such a strong power." Ron murmured.There were crackling noises in the air, and there seemed to be Death Eaters in the distance waiting to watch—yes, such strong magic fluctuations must have alarmed Voldemort... They didn't come over, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were unwilling to make contact with each other.Both sides evaluate the site separately.

Noldo only took two steps closer, and the pointer on the vampire detection instrument in his hand had already deviated to the far right, and he watched it bend abruptly to the left until the instrument was scrapped.This result made all the members of the Order of the Phoenix speechless. Harry smiled bitterly in his heart, "There have been strong vampires here, and our rescue operation may have to be suspended."

"Mr. Potter, in fact, most of the wizards in the surrounding area have been rescued, and the battle line has almost stretched to the limit of standard Apparition." What Storky Podmore said made Harry nod, "Pause , I will announce it by radio today. I will let Mr. Claros negotiate the purchase of the septicemia potion as soon as possible, and it will be used as a standing potion in the future."

Hearing this, the tense atmosphere in the air relaxed slightly.But looking at the astonishing post-war scene in front of them, no one could be happy.

"Find a way to collect the power remnants here." Harry thought for a while and said, "The more the better."

Finally, after the Death Eaters finished their investigation, Harry used flames to cleanse the place, completely burning away the black magic aura.Then set the warning magic again, although he knew it was not very useful.

This matter has been busy until the sun went down, and Harry wrinkled his tired eyebrows and walked into the tent.Night Owl's dissatisfied cooing came from the study, and Harry froze, remembering the experience of being forced to check his Transfiguration homework by Voldemort last night.Compared with Defense Against the Dark Arts, his level in this subject was not high, and in a year full of dueling spells in his mind, he hardly left much brain capacity for them.It is conceivable how embarrassing the consequences of being spot checks are.