Doomed to be an enemy

Virga Valley.

At the Death Eaters meeting, the same thing was said about goblins.Under the admiring eyes of his colleagues, Barty Crouch Jr. stood under Voldemort in high spirits, reporting on the relevant affairs.The Dark Lord didn't speak, but the increasingly relaxed magic pressure still made people feel that he was in a good mood.

"well done--"

Voldemort stopped suddenly, looking towards the door with dark red eyes.The white snow owl fluttered into the tent and hovered gracefully above it.As soon as Little Barty took out his wand, he was stopped by the Dark Lord.

Under the eyes of many Death Eaters, the little girl Hedwig landed on the edge of Voldemort's armchair.There was a strange silence, everyone knew that this snow owl belonged to the savior. Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and removed the envelope that Hedwig was biting in her mouth.

The little girl stood quietly on the side, looking around quietly, until a night owl flew over, startling her.Hedwig faced the same kind, her eyes widened.The Death Eaters watched helplessly as the dark lord's messenger, who had always been arrogant, approached the snow owl cautiously and tentatively, and gently leaned his head towards... rub?

Hedwig jumped back, but the space on the small round table was limited.When the tip of her claw touched the edge of the table, she flapped her wings unbearably and landed on the armrest on the other side.After all, Ye Xiao didn't dare to disturb his master, so he stopped and stared at him with blinking eyes.

We need to talk about the goblin thing.

The letter was short, but Voldemort frowned slightly.He was not surprised that the Order of the Phoenix could receive this information.All he cared about was Harry's opinion.The mood swings from the connection not long ago made Voldemort re-examine the plan in his heart, and he picked up the quill at the side after a while, and wrote the reply on the back of the letter.

See you tonight, little boy.

Repacking the letter and handing it to Hedwig's mouth, the little girl bit it lightly, flapped her wings and flew away without hesitation.Ye Xiao tilted his head, and after another fluttering sound, it also chased out of the tent.

Voldemort didn't care about his messenger behavior, and the Death Eaters who watched the whole thing were speechless for a while.

"Don't kill the goblins who don't want to make a contract," Voldemort mused, "Use illusions and find a way to induce them to sign." With a light wave of the bone-colored wand, two spells appeared in Little Barty's mind. "I don't need to teach the rest." "Yes, master." Little Barty suppressed his ecstasy, and stood back in his original position under the jealous eyes of his colleagues.

"Gargson, what's the news from Italy?"

"There is still more than a month before the blood birthday of the blood clan. The blood clan is preparing an event for this, hunting and killing many magical creatures. Their leader, Raven, is still missing. Another strong man, Clyde, is Raven Wen’s lover is still recuperating.” When Gagson said this, he hesitated, but he still told the last piece of news: “It’s just that in their lair, there is a dungeon that is forbidden to enter. Our magic puppets Can't get close either. Clyde goes in a lot, and he seems to be getting better because of it."

Voldemort's eyes were fixed. He was quite aware of how badly Clyde was injured by his magic back then. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was a vampire, he might have escaped with his life.A place to fix such an injury, or something? —Oh, that doesn't sound too good.

"Find a way to know their specific actions, this dungeon..." Voldemort tapped his deputy with his fingertips, "just serve as the puppet's second order."

"Severus, your mission?"

Severus Snape, who was as silent as a log, came out and knelt in the middle: "Master, it's finished." A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Voldemort's dark red eyes: "Very good, very good. You step back "The succession of good news made the Dark Lord couldn't help showing a satisfied smile, as dangerous as a cunning snake baring its sharp fangs.The reports that followed were trivial, and Voldemort couldn't help turning his mind to the boy he liked.

Knowing the opponent's bottom line made him act more freely.It's just that Harry delivered the letter to himself openly today, obviously quite dissatisfied with the goblin's handling of his little boy.But it doesn't matter, he has already prepared a draft to persuade the other party, and today's good news, maybe Harry will be happier if he knows it.

Realizing that his mind was no longer on this, Voldemort left the meeting early.

He chose a black robe, with a gray silk shirt and a dark green waistcoat inside, matched with deep black trousers and shoes. His slender fingers caressed the white magic wand, and Voldemort showed a satisfied smile in the mirror.

He hasn't been in such a mood for a long time. He wants to charm someone, and he is a little paranoid.With a smile on his face, Voldemort stepped out of the tent.Along the way, all the Death Eaters they encountered were stunned for two seconds and hurriedly stepped back and bowed to salute. Uncommonly, Voldemort didn't care about them, and only when he got close to the Order of the Phoenix camp did someone hesitantly step forward to intercept them.

"Where is Mr. Potter?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his dark red eyes fixed on this, ah, warrior. "Please wait a moment." Mr. Brown felt that his face was stiff, and he braced himself against the increasingly severe magical oppression of the Dark Lord's face, dripping with cold sweat: "Doris, you go and inform Mr. Potter."

The blonde girl who was about to walk over nodded with a pale face, and quickly ran towards Harry's tent.

Voldemort frowned slightly and turned his eyes around the girl, who he remembered was one of Harry's guards.The dark red eyes were dangerous for a moment, especially after the girl entered Harry's tent.Soon, Harry's figure appeared in the field of vision, his petal-like lips were tightened, and he walked towards this side with a tense expression. Voldemort's thin displeasure disappeared suddenly, and his little boy looked quite angry.

"Thank you, Mr. Brown." Harry first thanked the pale middle-aged wizard.The latter gave him a friendly smile, as if hesitating whether to leave Harry alone to face the terrifying Dark Lord. "Don't worry, I invited him over." Harry saw his embarrassment and explained thoughtfully.

"That's good." Mr. Brown said dryly, "I have to go beforehand."

"He looks more worried, my boy." Voldemort glanced at the back of the middle-aged wizard leaving, and said lazily.

"Don't act like it has nothing to do with you," Harry said angrily.

Voldemort was rather humble: "I'm so sorry."

This was the first time Voldemort stepped into Harry's tent openly.If you remove all kinds of stinging sights behind you, it still feels pretty good.

They sat in the living room and Harry made him simple black tea. Voldemort gracefully picked up the cup and took a sip, his movements were imperceptibly stagnant. The taste... He put down the cup calmly, "What do you want to talk about about the goblins?"

Harry waved his wand and cast a Silencing Charm all around.

"It should be what you want to do." Harry frowned, his face a little ugly, "I've heard that the contract is enforced."

Voldemort nodded bluntly: "Yes, I did this. The goblins have controlled Gringotts for centuries. To be honest, I don't trust them very much. There is nothing wrong with taking back control at this time." "Just In order to capture Gringotts?" Harry almost laughed angrily, "You forced the entire goblin clan into slaves?"

"Of course not." Voldemort showed a charming smile, "Goblins are an unstable factor. If I hadn't reacted quickly this time, Britain might already be on fire." Harry was startled, "What did you say?" Voldemort stood up and walked away Sitting opposite to the boy, he took out a shrunken piece of parchment from his robe pocket and restored it to its original size with his wand, "You can take a look, this is the investigation result handed in by the Death Eaters."

Harry took it dubiously, and glanced quickly, "They hid the vampire?" Harry was surprised and speechless. "More than that." Voldemort explained kindly, "The goblins also planned to build a teleportation array. When the Death Eaters captured them, the coordinates on the teleportation array pointed to Italy."

Harry's expression was serious, and he couldn't say any more words of accusation.

Voldemort was not a good man or woman, and the goblins dared to let vampires in England, which had offended their bottom line.In this way, the Dark Lord was just going too far... Harry was silent for a while, and Voldemort secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he put his arms around the boy's thin waist, and comforted him softly: "Little boy, goblins are much more cunning than you, you don't have to Sad about it."

"But... isn't this contract too cruel?" Harry hesitated, thinking of Kurumok's expectant eyes.

"The threat of vampires is too great. You and I don't want Britain to be in chaos, do you?" Voldemort said softly, "And even if there are innocent goblins among them, they have already hated wizards. Terminating the contract is equivalent to bringing a group of wizards who hate wizards to death." Let the goblins out. Harry, do you want me to re-explain the aftermath of the goblin rebellion?"

Harry couldn't help looking up at Voldemort, there was no joke in those dark red eyes.He understood what Voldemort was thinking, maybe it was planned from the beginning.It's not a good sign that the other party's idea is right, Harry suddenly smiled: "Since you just want to maintain the stability of the wizarding world, shouldn't you stop deepening the hatred of goblins?"

Voldemort had a bad premonition in his heart, and said calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Amendment Act." Harry looked into those dark red eyes calmly, "Let all wizards, magical creatures, and even goblins themselves know why they have fallen to this point, how much the sentence is, and no matter what you ask them to do, the process protection treaty." Harry stared at Voldemort's increasingly expressionless face, and smiled even brighter, "You said that the contract can be revoked, and after serving the sentence, they can be released in batches to minimize the danger."

Voldemort had his first taste of being speechless.Although this was much better than what he expected, he still felt itchy.So Voldemort showed a dangerous yet charming smile, "My boy, this won't do me any good, how are you going to get me to agree?" The hand on his waist rubbed his groin vaguely, Harry froze, It was only when those emerald green eyes were surprisingly clear with anger that Voldemort said in a coaxing tone, "Okay, I promise, I promise..." "Then I'll stay tonight? Hmm?"

"no……"

Harry reluctantly refused. "So many people have seen you."

"I am confident in my illusion magic."

"I'm not confident."