Doomed to be an enemy

"Bellatrix?" Harry stared suspiciously at the woman with curled lips and a sneer. She was wearing a sexy black robe, and she was holding her curved wand tightly. "So it's Harry, baby , you can come here—" She stared at Harry appreciatively, moving slightly, unwilling to stay in one place for longer.

And Harry's wand was pointed right at her.

"Bella." Voldemort's tone was a little bad. He came out of the room, startled by the confrontation between the two, and then gave the witch an order: "Put down the wand." Bellatrix immediately lowered her hand. Holding only the wand, "Master, I'm just surprised that someone dared to trespass on your tent." She knelt on the ground docilely.Harry didn't take back his wand, and his gaze shifted from Bellatrix to the room where Voldemort came out - the bedroom.The emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, and they fell on Voldemort suspiciously. Seeing this series of changes, the Dark Lord felt dark in his heart.

Thinking that there wasn't even a gatekeeper at the door, Harry glanced at him with a half-smile, put his wand back into his robe, went straight to the table and picked up the part of the action plan, turned around and left the tent without hesitation.

Go to his co.

Harry pursed his lips tightly, and once he had doubts, all the unease in the past flooded up.Oh, he had forgotten that Voldemort still had a little lover in England, not to mention that Bella Trix could wash up and lie on his bed with just a word from him.Take him seriously, what a fool you are!Harry didn't want to worry about gains and losses like a little girl who had lost his love. He tried his best to maintain a calm appearance and walked out of the camp full of black magic.However, the magic power tumbling due to intense emotions brought a heavy burning pressure, which was no less than Voldemort's magic pressure. indefinite.

Master and Potter's talk broke down?

Harry noticed the strangeness of the Death Eaters, but he couldn't suppress the magical power that was almost boiling.That itself was particularly restless and active because of the fission problem. At this moment, he desperately needed a duel, or to vent.

"Hedwig." The white snowy owl flew into view, making Harry's face look better. He beckoned the little girl to come down, his lips turned white due to the agitation of magic power.Hedwig was so shocked, she flapped her wings and flew aside in a scream.Harry summoned a piece of parchment and left a line with his wand, "Give it to Hermione." Having done this, he walked out of the Dale to Apparate.

Throughout the day, no one saw Harry Potter again.

Voldemort insisted on explaining the evacuation, and then sent Bella out without any exception.Of course, he hadn't forgotten to warn her to abide by the truce.The thoughts that came from the boy's mind became more and more serious, and Voldemort was angry and funny, and the little bit of jealous pride disappeared as the connection was suddenly pulled away.What made Voldemort restless was that there was nothing in the connection for the rest of the time.

No complicated thoughts, no emotions.It was simply blank.

Voldemort dropped everything and disapparated to England from a distance, only to find that the distance between them was even greater.He suddenly looked in the direction of France, and a thought flashed through his mind, making Voldemort's expression ugly.Farther to the east than central France—is Italy.

The leaden gray clouds were impenetrable, and Harry walked silently. Large areas of ruins were mottled and dilapidated, his emerald green eyes glowed with bright gold, and the speed of magical fission was getting faster and faster, so he could only keep apparating. Shaped, unknowingly came to the edge of France.

The damage here is even worse, and there are potholes made by hot weapons everywhere-many of which are just traces seen on TV. Harry leaned on a wall that almost collapsed, panting, and the breath he exhaled was white. —not extremely cold, but extremely hot.He has been walking for a long time and has not seen a single person.Where is this place, he doesn't know, and he has no energy to think about it.Almost all willpower is suppressing the riot of magic.

Sometimes when apparating to a place, he would bump into a vampire. Harry used the strongest flame without hesitation. He didn't know who and how many people he saved.Only the consciousness left warns the bottom line not to kill.And it just so happens that vampires aren't among them.He stared blankly at the unknown number of vampires being burned to ashes, and left silently, not knowing when he would subconsciously apparate.He squandered his inexhaustible magical power without restraint, but he couldn't calm it down in the slightest.

After several hours, Harry sat down on the edge of an abandoned concrete ruins, useless at all, will he die here?Harry leaned against the uneven wall calmly, without any emotion.He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he used a basic defensive spell a little tiredly, a huge stream of golden light wrapped around him like a ribbon, and then closed his eyes, he was a little tired.

"Harry..."

When Voldemort found Harry, the sky was already getting dark.Therefore, the bright golden color explodes with unimaginable light energy like a hot sun.It's just an ordinary spell, but it creates a sense of crisis when he approaches. Voldemort took a moment to undo the spell outside.Immediately, a more intense magical oppression rushed towards his face like a tsunami, and the violent wind howled and raised his black robe, but Voldemort walked quickly to the edge of the ruins without feeling anything, his face was as pale as when his soul was split , Stretched out his fingers to touch the boy's hot cheeks, this time, the overlapping magic field did not produce pleasure, but devoured the dark magic power in his hand like showing fangs.

Harry didn't respond.

Voldemort pursed his lips, a moment of thought flashed through his dark red eyes, and he understood the boy's situation in a flash of his mind, but it's a pity that this place is not a safe place.He gritted his teeth and hugged the boy he liked, the intensified loss of magic power made him stagger, and then he disapparated.

In London, England, there was a sudden crackling sound in front of the house at No. 24 Enfield, and when dusk fell, it ushered in its two owners. Voldemort cleaned up the dusty bedroom and put the boy on the bed. Harry closed his eyes, seemed to be unconscious, and seemed to be asleep.

The restless magic power seemed to be restrained a little under the oppression of the forbidden magic alchemy circle. Voldemort took a deep look at the boy and strode away from here.In less than a few minutes, Voldemort brought back a dirty wizard, "Don't, don't kill me!" He seemed terrified, and when he was thrown by Voldemort to the bedside, he almost shivered in a corner. "Hold his hand."

With the bone-colored wand pressed against his forehead, Voldemort watched in disgust as the unlucky Knockturn Alley man stretched out his trembling, dirty hand and touched the back of Harry's hand hanging by the bed, for a split second. As if wanting to use some magic, Voldemort gave him a Cruciatus and Silencing Charm without hesitation.

The silent scream of the wizard did not soften his heart in the slightest. It took five minutes for Voldemort to stop the punishment and continued, "Grab his hand." The wizard held the back of the boy's soft but not delicate hand in fear, and the magic The loss made his eyes widen, and he glanced at the person on the bed as if looking at a monster, which made Voldemort's dark red eyes darken suddenly, and he subconsciously tightened his fingers holding the wand, "I don't want to grab the first one just yet. You two, you should know how to save your life, right?" His tone was soft but indifferent.

The wizard nodded with difficulty, and within half an hour, his face gradually paled, "I, my magic power... is almost gone."

"Trash." Voldemort glanced at him contemptuously, and with a wave of his wand, the wizard was thrown aside along this trajectory, and then a stun spell knocked him completely unconscious.

After the black wizard's magic power replenished, Harry's face became normal. Voldemort tentatively touched the boy's forehead, and found that the amazing heat was gone, and the overlap of the magic field turned into a kind of exciting Pleasant feeling. Voldemort felt relieved immediately, and then frowned tightly. Has there been a problem with Harry's hidden magic power at this time?He leaned on the head of the bed with one hand, lowered his head and kissed the boy's petal-like lips, "Harry..." The murmur like a sigh was swallowed.

This time, the boy didn't fall asleep for much longer, he was awakened by Voldemort's deeper kiss.Harry immediately felt that the magic power was different, it seemed to be twice as strong as before, this realization made Harry's eyes widen, and when he saw the man kissing him clearly, he struggled.

"Awake?" Voldemort bit him punishingly, harder than ever, and Harry let out a low cry, covering his lips in pain. "You are so brave, you ran to Italy alone, huh?" Voldemort forcefully clamped the boy's chin, his dark red eyes fixed on the boy, all worries, anxieties, and anger turned into raging anger , "Do you know that there is a vampire's lair! Their two elders put together even I have to work hard to win, do you want to seek death?!" The hiss in his tone was almost like snake language, Voldemort The voice was very soft, completely inversely proportional to this terrifying anger.

Harry had never seen such a Dark Lord before, it seemed that Voldemort was calm all the time, even when he was in the most embarrassing situation.Even when Voldemort discovered that the Horcrux had been destroyed, almost every inch of his body was clamoring for anger. The intense magic oppression made the alchemy circle groan unbearably, and the golden light flashed on and off in the almost completely dark sky. .

"I, I went to Italy?" Harry opened his mouth wide in bewilderment.

Instead, Voldemort was taken aback, his dark red eyes narrowed slightly, seeing that the boy was not lying, his complexion improved a bit, and he said dryly, "Not long ago, I brought you back from the ruins of Italy." Harry looked away and whispered, "My last memory is Magic Riot."

There was a long silence. The lingering shadow in Voldemort's heart gradually faded away, and he gently kissed the boy's cheek, "Harry, I'll only say this once." Voldemort bit the boy's cheek bitterly, gnashing his teeth "I've never slept with anyone else. Bella Trix wasn't my lover, Winchester—that boy you met, and I never really held him, either. I love him, just because he is very similar to you. There were a few similar ones before, but none of them satisfied me. After we got together, I sent him away. "

Harry was surprised to meet Voldemort's angry gaze, and the other party's face was quite bad, apparently admitting such a thing so bluntly made him lose face, "How is this possible...you should be a bastard." Harry couldn't help muttering. Voldemort almost laughed angrily, "Is that what you hope for? Hmm? Sleeping with several witches and witches with only cheeks, countless one-night stands." He showed a charming and arrogant smile like a poppy, but he gritted his teeth when he said the words, "Today's dinner, I can satisfy your imagination!"

"How dare you!" Harry's eyes widened, his hands wrapped around Voldemort's neck, and the soundless and wandless Imprisonment Curse enshrouded them like a gorgeous golden cage.Harry stared angrily into the other's dark red eyes, and Voldemort calmed down a little, "Little boy, if you dare to say that, I dare to show you."