Doomed to be an enemy

Chapter 8 The new leader of the Order of the Phoenix

After Harry left, unprecedented discussions erupted in the living room.

"Remus, I'm not old yet." "Dedalore, I think that's the best place for me..." "Sia, is that true?" "Of course it's true, Harry wouldn't take this Kind of a joke."

"Instead of being exposed to the eyes of Death Eaters, why not give it a try." "If even Harry Potter has turned to the Dark Lord, what hope do we have?"

This dinner was spent amidst busy registration, numerous owls flying back and forth, and parchment letters all over the table.

At the end, everyone showed more or less relief on their faces.But when all these eases were concentrated on Harry, it became a responsibility, a heavy responsibility.

Harry looked at their smiling faces quietly, and swore in his heart that he must keep this secret.

"At the end, I want to say a few words." Harry's voice raised slightly, and the dining room was almost immediately quiet.Hermione wasn't surprised by the effect, and she smiled reassuringly.

"I believe everyone still remembers 12 Grimmauld Place. It was the former headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. We plan to decorate it as another meeting place. Therefore, if there are letters or newspapers that the meeting place is Grimmauld Place, please don't think that's a trap."

The friendly laughter from everyone dispelled Harry's uneasiness. Of course, he was still very calm on the face.

Although a lot of people came, there were still many vacant rooms in LeMay Manor.The first batch of people going to the confidential location is not many, and they will be assembled within three days.After clearing away the dishes, the three teenagers climbed up the stairs.But the surprise was far more than that. When the tired Harry returned to the bedroom, two fighting elves were rolling on the floor.

"Dobby?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Kreacher stop!"

"What happened?!" Hermione, who rushed over after hearing the commotion, looked at the two elves, and immediately regained her spirits. "Stop!" She hastily spelled them apart—although they were less agitated after hearing Harry's words.

"Depraved elf, dirty Muggle!"

"You are not allowed to insult Harry Potter and his friends!"

Harry rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Kreacher, I order you to shut up." "Harry Potter..." Dobby looked at him with teary eyes and put his hands behind his back, "Dobby heard , you need Dobby."

"Yes."

The three simply sat down.Harry glanced at Kreacher: "Kreacher, you go back to 12 Grimmauld Place, don't leave, don't let anyone in without my order, don't contact anyone, clean up that place as best you can. House, this is an order!" Seeing that there was no room to take advantage of, Kreacher apparated cursingly.

"To be honest, this guy will have bad things sooner or later." Ron frowned and stared at the place where it disappeared, "I have to think of a way, Harry, if 12 Grimmauld Place is going to be the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Kreacher is very likely to leak the secret." Hermione nodded, "I agree, Ron is right, it has already done this once."

The two looked at Hermione together, and the latter was startled, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Hermione, don't you care about the rights of these house elves the most?" Ron made an exaggerated grimace.Harry didn't speak, but his expression was the same.An angry Hermione patted the two of them with the book in her hand: "Where is the time to pay attention to that now. I mean, we have more important things to think about."

"Harry Potter, Dobby has a way to help you." Dobby's thin voice sounded.Harry was taken aback, "Dobby, is there a way for you to keep Kreacher from revealing our secret?"

Dobby tugged at his big ears and nodded. "House-elf magic works on each other too. It's just..." It put its ears over its eyes and peeked quietly. "Kreacher is Harry's house-elf, and Dobby has no right to do that to him."

"What if, I mean what if I say yes? Is it okay?" Harry pressed.

Dobby shook his head, his big shining eyes were full of admiration, and he said sharply, "Unless Dobby also becomes the elf of Harry Potter!"

After saying this, it completely blindfolded its eyes.

Harry froze. "But Dobby, you're free, you love freedom so much..."

"Dobby is willing to serve Harry Potter." The elf wryly grabbed the towel on his body, "Dobby believes that when Harry Potter defeats that man, Dobby will be let go."

Harry was moved by the elf's complete trust, and he nodded, "Thank you, Dobby." "What should I do?"

"Harry Potter just give Dobby a dress."

Harry was embarrassed. He didn't have any clothes for Dobby.Hermione reminded him: "Use the Shrinking Charm." Harry dug out his best clothes from his bag, asked Hermione to help shrink him to a suitable size, and handed it to Dobby himself.The elf happily took it, put it on immediately, and saluted Harry: "Master Harry Potter!"

"No, Dobby, you don't have to call me master." Harry's eyes softened, "You can call me Harry."

"Don't be nasty." Ron rubbed his shoulders impatiently, "Dobby, can you find someone for us?" He winked at Harry: business matters.

"No problem, Harry..." the master.Dobby still quietly added the honorific title in his mind.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly described Mundungus's characteristics: "After you find him, ask him to come here. By the way, deal with Kreacher's matter first."

"Ok!"

Dobby bowed, his long pointed nose almost touching the ground, and then he jumped up and Apparated.

"Do you think it's reliable?" Ron was a little worried, "Don't forget that it almost sent you to Saint-Germont in the second grade." Harry sighed, "Now I can only trust Dobby .”

Suddenly, Harry's scar was burning with pain.Harry clutched his head and collapsed on the bed, his eyes blurred and disappeared immediately.He was standing in an ornate marble drawing room, walking on a soft rug, surrounded by shadowy Death Eaters.

On the ground, a man in black robe gasped: "Master, please forgive me, give me another chance..."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry heard the spell grimly out of his own mouth.His mind cleared up, and he immediately realized that he was connected to Voldemort's brain again.

"Yaxley, I said, this time I have to give me an explanation."

Relax, clear your mind... Harry tried hard to put Voldemort's emotions aside, keeping himself blank.

"Ah! Master, I, I don't know!" Yaxley's scream did not please Voldemort at all.He sneered and said, "You mobilized so many people, but you didn't even catch a single person from the Order of the Phoenix. Tell me, how should I 'reward' you?"

In the end, his voice was extremely soft.

But the people on the ground were trembling.

The scene began to blur, and even the sound of it all seemed distant to Harry.Until Ron and Hermione called anxiously.

"Harry!" "Harry! Wake up!"

"Ok?"

On the other side, Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort stopped walking, narrowing his scarlet snake-like eyes, somewhat surprised.Originally, he thought that he could repeat the same trick, attracting the boy to watch the whole scene, and then get what he wanted from that defenseless brain—for example, the secret of the Order of the Phoenix's beautiful evasion this time.

Unexpectedly, the connection was cut off just after it was established. Feeling the boy's almost eye-popping progress, Voldemort felt even worse.

"Who is helping him..."

He murmured, throwing out a few Cruciatus Curse carelessly again, "Yaxley, don't stop, reflect on yourself." There were laughter one after another among the Death Eaters.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione supported him, and Harry felt throbbing pain in the scar, but it was bearable.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Harry muttered.

"No, you're not unconscious, you just hurt for about 5 minutes." Ron called for a cup of hot water with his wand and said.

"Thank you." Harry took it and took a sip. The hot water warmed his icy body - he felt the difference from before. First of all, his physical strength did not lose much, and his mind was clear.Apart from the fact that the scar is a little sore, there is little that is inappropriate.

So this is what Dumbledore asked me to do in fifth year?Harry just felt bitter, if he had done it sooner, wouldn't Sirius not have died.

The answer is yes.

Harry clenched his cup tightly, the sudden surge of sadness almost brought him to tears, but the two months of tempering made him grow too much, at least such turbulent emotions were still tightly suppressed by him.

Harry's silence made Hermione uneasy: "Harry, did you see anything again?" she asked tentatively.

It must be hard to connect with the Dark Lord, and Hermione had no way of guessing where Harry's low mood came from.After being silent for a while, Harry shook his head and said flatly, "I realized it was not good just after connecting, so I tried my best to cut it off." Punished. Oddly enough, Voldemort doesn't seem to have much anger."

Ron shuddered when he heard the name, and looked at Hermione in blank dismay.

"Harry, are you saying..." Ron swallowed, "You did it?"

"Yes, I did," Harry said quietly.Hermione obviously thought of something, forced a smile: "Harry, this is a good thing."

"If I could have done it in fifth year, Sirius wouldn't have died," Harry said suddenly.He didn't cry, nor was he angry, but said calmly, "Because I carry too many secrets, information, codes, safe locations, and even the list of the Order of the Phoenix...I told myself that I must not let it out."

"...Then, I disconnected from him so easily."

"Harry."

"It turns out that this is such a simple matter..."

"Harry."

"I didn't learn it until now." Harry closed his eyes, and finally couldn't hold back the tears.

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