Doomed to be an enemy

Harry didn't know what the Death Eaters were doing in Diagon Alley, and he was watching the report that Clarus gave him in the tent.

"Is the price too low?" Harry hesitated.The Order of the Phoenix was contrary to the position of the Death Eaters. He was already mentally prepared for the price of the septicemia medicine to be raised to an outrageous level, but a Gallon—well, although it was still more expensive than ordinary medicines, it was limited.

Harry frowned inwardly, Voldemort didn't seem like a person who abolished public affairs for personal reasons, and it couldn't be because of himself.

"Their bottom line is unexpectedly low." Heyman said, "If they don't show favor to us, they have a new and better medicine."

Harry thought of the vicious "kin-killing potion" and nodded secretly at the wizard's sensitivity. He put down the parchment, "It is indeed possible, but the effect of septic blood potion is obvious to all. We need these potions." Heyman looked at Harry. With a glance, he nodded: "I know what you mean." He took out the second purchase order.Harry was a little surprised. The French wizard smiled, "The Order of the Phoenix's operations are well documented, and I'm still learning."

"Apparently that's pretty useful," he said wryly.

"Yes." Harry couldn't help laughing.At last he felt less uncomfortable with this elegant guest.He used his wand to write a magical signature on the form, "This amount is only for France?"

"No, according to your request, it also includes the potion reserves of the Order of the Phoenix in England."

After seeing off this efficient negotiator, Harry concentrated on handling today's affairs.Leaning on the chair tiredly, he couldn't suppress the chaos in his heart. Voldemort was glad he was a Horcrux, but Harry wasn't.On the one hand, he unconsciously thought that even if all the Horcruxes were destroyed, he would die with Voldemort. On the other hand, he was worried that 20 years later—oh, no, 19 years later, his lifespan would be exhausted. What about the soul?

This stack of thoughts flooded my mind like a flood, making me exhausted.

Every time he thought of this fact, Harry felt a little uneasy—did members of the Order of the Phoenix know that he was Voldemort's Horcrux?Apparently not, which made Harry very guilty. Voldemort speculates that this piece of soul has no consciousness, what can be done later?Harry felt a little cold. To put it more extreme, if one day Voldemort made this piece of soul conscious - oh, that man could definitely do it - then everything would be over.

Harry couldn't imagine an iota of optimism.He began to understand why Professor Dumbledore hadn't told him directly - if he knew.

not like this.

Harry stood up suddenly, took out his wand and cloak, and walked out of the study quickly.He tore a piece of parchment from the table and wrote a few words—he couldn't let the Order of the Phoenix think he was missing.After doing this, Harry put on his cloak and walked out of the tent. Space magic was not allowed in the camp until he got out of this range.

He found a place with thick trees to apparate.

LeMay estate.

Harry made himself look less brooding.Thea Flamel was quite surprised by Harry's arrival, and he hurried out of the laboratory to join Remus Lupine.

"Harry!" In the living room, Lupine gave him a hug.

"We've all heard, you've done a great job!" Harry hugged him back, "Remus." He tried to laugh as usual, but failed. "I'll come back to check the information." "Well, my father's library will always be open for you." Sias Flamel joked.Harry asked about the progress of their antidote, and it was only then that Sia Flamel remembered that there were still heated potions in the laboratory. "Let me go." Lupine patted Harry on the shoulder, and the warm smile of the elder made Harry's nose sore.

"Harry, do you have anything to ask me?" After they sat down, Sia Flamel's face straightened, and he waved his wand and cast a soundproof spell.

"There are two things."

Harry nodded, hesitatingly said: "The magic power I discovered changed to the original white color after touching the magic power of the black wizard. Does this help me?"

Sia Lemay was stagnant and stood up in a gaffe, "What did you say?!"

Startled, Harry told what happened that day without changing his expression, concealing the fact that the dark wizard was Voldemort himself.He had never seen Mr. Flamel look so stunned. Gradually, Siah Flamel showed a wry smile: "Dark wizard..."

This is their blind spot.

Harry waited quietly for him to calm down. Sia Flamel took a deep breath and said, "You guessed right. If this is true, then your magic power will be saved."

There was a twinkle in Harry's emerald green eyes, but not the ecstasy he expected. "Are there any restrictions?"

Sia LeMay pondered: "The magic power of the black wizard probably played a neutralizing role. As long as there is enough magic power in a steady stream, neutralizing the magic power in your body once and for all can completely relieve your magic power. Hidden danger. Just think about it, then fission growth is impossible."

"That is to say, I will become an ordinary wizard?" Harry asked back.

Sia Lemay nodded: "The nature of the magic power is like this, but the magic power you have increased will not disappear. So the general guess is that it will have no effect. How much magic power the dark wizard needs needs to be calculated." He said , paused, "I'll take care of this matter, and when you don't need it, we will perform the reversal ceremony."

If he had heard the news a few days ago, Harry would have been very happy, but now, he smiled wryly in his heart:

"The second thing is related to the soul. I need to look up some information." Sia Lemay took a deep look at him and said nothing, "Come with me."

In the basement, Nicole Flamel's collection of books is very rich, what Harry saw at the time was just the tip of the iceberg.Sia Lemay unlocked the magic illusion, and the boundary of the entire basement suddenly became several times larger.He led Harry directly to two ceiling-high bookshelves.

"Here it is, books related to souls." Sia Lemay put the lantern on a table transformed from books. "You can read it as you like."

"Thank you." Harry said sincerely.

Cia Flame gave him a complicated look, "Sorry, Harry, I may not be here with you anymore, I may need a cup of coffee."

Harry shook his head, silently watching the somewhat sad back of the wizard leaving.

A noon and an afternoon were spent in the busy search, Harry took down all the books he needed, and focused on finding records related to Horcruxes.As expected of the most profound alchemist of this century, Nicole Flamel's books include black magic and white magic, and Harry even found out the specific process of making Horcruxes.He stared at the wizard who was killed by the death curse in the illustration, and watched his soul being stuffed into a box containing the soul fragments of the Horcrux owner, and the fragments wrapped the dead soul tightly like the root system of a plant. , to absorb nutrients.

Harry shivered.Turn over this page to see how to take out the soul piece.

"Only the owner of the soul piece can take back the Horcrux." Harry stared at this sentence for a long time before continuing to read.It's a pity that there is no case of using living creatures as Horcruxes, and there is no way to draw soul pieces without hurting the host.

Harry closed his book, a little disappointed.

Virga Valley.

The strong magic oppression in the air made Barty Crouch Jr. put away his complacency, and knelt down respectfully: "Master, the matter has been settled. There are [-] goblins in total, and they have been imprisoned. Malfoy Manor." He glanced cautiously at Voldemort's expressionless face, wondering why the Dark Lord was in such a bad mood.

"Well done." Voldemort pursed his lips coldly, and waved his wand to summon a piece of parchment with black patterns, "This is a mandatory contract, no matter what method you use, they must sign it." Hissing voice was full of deep anger and hostility.

Little Barty Crouch didn't dare to say anything more, picked up the thin parchment and quickly glanced at it, surprised by the harsh conditions on it.Most of the original doubts about the goblin were immediately resolved, and he bowed down and kissed the man's robe in admiration: "Master, I will definitely do it."

"Go back."

After Barty Crouch Jr. left, the ink bottle on the table exploded with a bang. Voldemort waved his wand to block the splashed ink. Since he had secretly strengthened the connection between the Horcrux and himself, he could easily penetrate the thin ink bottle. A thin layer of Occlumency was used to peek at the other person's thoughts, and Harry's mind was full of messy thoughts pouring in undisguisedly.

Destroy the Horcrux?And die together?Deliberately making the piece of soul in his brain conscious?

Listen, what is it all about.

Voldemort almost laughed out of anger.That's a good suggestion, should he try to implement it once?Um?The Dark Lord paced around his tent angrily, until Harry's worry about whether soul movies would die out after 19 years arose, which made his face look better.

"Cranky little boy." The Dark Lord huffed out his anger.

The sadness and guilt from the connection disturbed Voldemort, so the Death Eaters who had been begging to see him all day were extremely cautious.He resisted the urge to cast the Cruciatus Curse. These men had done nothing wrong, and Voldemort would not punish them without reason.

Even so, after noon, almost no Death Eaters would dare to try the Dark Lord's terrifying pressure again.

The efficiency of the Death Eaters became quite high under Voldemort's wrath.When the septicemia drug was sold to Britain, France, Germany—oh, I heard that Egypt also sent people to buy a batch—"This is a huge profit!" The financial advisor of the Death Eaters couldn't close his mouth with a smile. close. Voldemort scoffed in his heart, and he didn't seem to care, a small amount of money was nothing, the success of his plan was the big deal.He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows a little irritably, and when he sensed the sudden approach of the distance with Harry, he stopped his movements, stood up abruptly and strode towards the door of the tent, his slender fingers stopped when they touched the curtain. up.

Voldemort stared blankly at the lines on it for quite a while, his lips pursed tightly. He was not in the right mood right now. This state could not guarantee a calm conversation with Harry. He didn't want the two of them to get closer after so much trouble. The distance is alienated again.He waited abruptly until it was dark, and the tent was completely dark, so Voldemort put on a posture and sat peacefully on the armchair in the living room, with his eyes slightly closed.He could sense that Harry's mood was also not high, and after going out a few times, he stayed there—Voldemort frowned, this place was the bedroom.He waved his hand and wiped out a line of bright green time text:

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Voldemort couldn't sit still.According to the information the Death Eaters had, Harry had never slept so early recently.

He seemed to have underestimated the impact of the Horcrux incident on Harry.