Doomed to be an enemy

The dance music was still going on, but people stopped dancing and looked at the center one after another.Under the ice-blue magic light, the white snowflakes and ice crystals are cold and beautiful.Harry stared at the palm stretched out in front of his eyes, slender and slender—but it was no longer as terrifying as the bones it used to be. Looking at the other side along this arm, Voldemort bent slightly—this looked extremely elegant— —Patiently waiting for his response, his dark red eyes were a little playful and determined to win.

Strong and charming—fuck his charm, Harry is standing here awkwardly and stiffly, he is not good at dancing at all, the dance in the fourth grade seems to have been more than ten years ago, not to mention that Voldemort obviously gave in The idea of ​​his girl-step--don't even think about it!

Seeing the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters interspersed with each other seemed to subconsciously want to get closer to them—the kind that were distinct—which made the atmosphere a bit weird.Harry knew he had to respond, so he smiled frankly, "I'm not very good at dancing, if you don't mind." In the silent hall, his voice was very calm, only Voldemort who was close could see There was a sly smile in the boy's emerald green eyes. "Of course." Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly in response to the boy's provocation.

In the soothing dance music, under everyone's gaze, Harry stretched out his hand and patted the man's slender and cold hand—his movements were fast enough, but he was pulled closer by Voldemort in an instant, and did what he wanted to do matter.Harry fell into the man's broad chest, and the large cloak fluttered backwards - this sudden movement caused everyone to exclaim, Voldemort's left hand was wrapped around the boy's waist, and the Dark Lord showed a charming and dangerous smile like a poppy: "Then, let's begin."

Harry gritted his teeth, put his left hand on the man's waist, and took a male step without hesitation.He was ready to step on the opponent, but Voldemort's movements were obviously very sensitive - as if he had expected it long ago, he took a female step without paying attention. Harry looked up in surprise, but only saw the opponent's sign Deep gaze.

"You dance?" he whispered in surprise.

"It's too early to draw conclusions." The dance music became brisk and melodious, Voldemort suddenly accelerated the speed, and Harry couldn't keep up immediately, and he didn't step on the other party while staring dazedly - to be honest, Harry was surprised by this One point—and then I heard bursts of exclamation from all around.

Did Voldemort do anything surprising?

Harry was dizzy from the accelerated dance steps, even though he didn't remember the dance steps very well-but isn't this kind of circling movement usually done by women?

Harry finally realized, belatedly, that something was wrong.It seems that he is the one who is turning around now... Voldemort's body seems to be guiding him consciously, as long as he follows the strength of the opponent, Harry knows that this is a very beautiful dance move without watching.There was a giggle from the direction of the Death Eaters.Harry glared at Voldemort, who smiled gracefully - with a sense of smugness that no one else could see: "Well done, little boy." "You're cunning." Harry gritted his teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment." Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, Harry had already seized the opportunity to pause for a moment, and before Voldemort's inertial movements stopped, he changed to male steps, and Voldemort was so good-tempered that he didn't care about it.Immediately, whistles sounded one after another in the banquet hall, and Harry knew without looking that it was the Weasley twins who were leading the charge, "Good job! Harry!" "Come on!" "Fuck him!"

On the contrary, the Death Eaters fell silent, and there was no sound at all.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, and his feet almost tripped over Voldemort's long legs. Facing the Dark Lord's half-smile, Harry's eyes flashed inappropriately. In fact, this was a good suggestion——

"No, that sucks." Voldemort chuckled.

"Is there ever a time when you didn't legilimulate others?" Harry picked up Occlumency in frustration, well, at least today it's not possible. "I'm sorry." Voldemort's tone lacked sincerity, "Maybe you can try to make me let my guard down." Almost in the blink of an eye, their dance steps were reversed again, "Then try to trust me." Harry said, trying not to Pay attention to the sudden disappearance of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. There are quite a few people dancing in the entire banquet hall, but the best dance floor in the center is reserved for the two of them. The pair of wizards and wizards closest to Harry are both more than ten feet away.

"I only trust you." Voldemort replied without blinking.Harry suddenly felt that the credibility of this sentence plummeted.He decided to change the subject, relaxed himself and followed the dance steps of the other party, "How are you going to leave?" "Of course it's the Portkey." Voldemort said, "The only ones who can Apparate across borders are you and me—" Speaking of which, the dark red eyes Slightly squinting, "Don't tell me you want to help."

Even if Harry's Apparation could bring people, it wasn't just one or two. The Death Eaters of the Order of the Phoenix added up to nearly two thousand wizards. It was absolutely impossible for Voldemort to let his favorite boy do such a dangerous thing.Harry swallowed back what he wanted to say, "What about the destination?"

"Hogwarts." Voldemort said without hesitation, "It's big enough, and it's also a neutral ground. I've sent the Ministry of Magic a notice, and it's almost ready there." Harry was a little surprised, "Preparing for what? "It's time to change." Voldemort didn't answer, but reminded.

Only then did Harry realize that he had been dancing the female step for a long time... He quickly found a suitable entry point, and the two exchanged dance steps again, "So, Hogwarts will lift the anti-apparition barrier in three days? "Voldemort was noncommittal, "You'll find out in due time." He believed the boy would be satisfied with the results of the Death Eaters' busy days. "That would take a lot of portkeys," Harry murmured.

"Actually, the Death Eaters are already ready." Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, "If you're not at ease, just leave in batches."

"That's very thoughtful," said Harry.

"My pleasure."

As soon as the song was over, Harry let go of the hand on the other's waist, and his left hand slipped from the cold palm—for a moment Voldemort squeezed the boy's fingertips tightly, and he wanted to put a hand on the back of that white but not tender hand. Kiss—a kiss in full view.The Dark Lord refrained from this tempting thought, and he would never allow the Order of the Phoenix to attack the boy he liked before he was ready.

Until he got close to the table where the food was being served, Voldemort's scorching gaze was still around his waist, Harry uncomfortably took a few small cakes, Ron and Hermione squeezed through the crowd and came to his side, "Oh, ha Leigh! You're amazing!" Harry almost choked when Ron slapped him on the back.After finally swallowing the food in his mouth, he rubbed his shoulders and said in confusion, "What's so great?" "You actually forced the mysterious person to dance the female step! The female step!" Ron lowered his voice and repeated happily.Hermione watched in silence as Harry opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and shook her head inwardly.

"It's not something to show off. The two of them are evenly matched. Don't forget, Harry also danced." Hermione said bluntly.Ron shrugged, "How can this be the same."

"Why is it different?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be angry, my lord!" "Little Ron is just too happy!" Fred and George appeared around, sandwiching Harry from left to right, each offering a drink that looked very much like butter beer. "Here's our new Butterbeer-flavored hangover cure!" whispered Fred.

Harry stared at them suspiciously, seeing golden bubbles bubbling inside.Hermione immediately stared at the two of them, "The credibility is not very good, you two just gave Harry a drink."

"It was just an accident." George tried to explain, "We have tried this thing on ourselves. It is guaranteed to work within ten seconds." Harry smelled the smell of butter beer inside, seductively smelled of alcohol, his cheeks flushed, "But why do I think it looks like Felix Elixir? It smells pretty good." There was a faintly icy smell—Harry wasn't sure, like wind with snow?He stared at the swirling and falling ice crystals around him, thinking that it might really be an illusion.

"Illusion." The twins said in unison.

Harry felt dizzy for a while, mixed with the aftereffects of drinking. He endured the discomfort and picked up the glass in Fred's hand. "Oh, Harry, I don't think it's safe..." Hermione frowned, hesitated.Ron wanted to nod too, but was bumped by George's elbow maliciously, grinning in pain. "Little Ronnie, why don't you have a drink too?" Ron stared at him, "What did you call me?!"

"Ron! Now is not the time to quarrel." Hermione said helplessly.Ron blushed with anger, staring straight at George, "I don't care, you have to apologize to me!" he yelled, "Even if you are my brother!"

"Little Ronnie knows how to resist!" George smiled and looked at him for a long time, and came to a conclusion in disappointment: "So he was drunk."

"Who said I was drunk!"

"I'm not drunk!"

Ron snatched the butterbeer cup from George's hand and drank it down.Everyone was silent for a while, Harry looked down at the anti-alcohol potion in his hand, then raised his head hesitantly to observe his friend's reaction.Ron shook his head, and Hermione asked cautiously, "Are you all right, Ron?"

When there was no answer, Ron blinked hard - Harry wondered if he heard Hermione - and hiccupped, the flush on his face slowly fading. "Uh, why are you looking at me like that?" Ron asked strangely.Fred quickly took out a notebook from his pocket, and quickly recorded something with an inkless quill like Rita Skeeter possessed.

Harry immediately felt relieved, picked up the glass and drank the liquid in it.The aroma of warm butter beer, but with the coolness of snow wind.Harry felt himself jolted awake from the inside out. "That worked really fast," he murmured.Seeing that Fred was busy, he gave the cup to George. "How does it feel?" The latter looked at him curiously.

"It's cold." Harry hesitated.

Seeing that they had already drank it, Hermione was a little discouraged, but caught a glimpse of Fred who was a little excited, "Do you still have the hangover you made?" The twins are quite generous to their future siblings. "Actually, I think you are more suitable for a butterbeer-flavored love potion," George said.He took out a beautiful rhombus-shaped crystal bottle from his pocket and shook it, "Look, this is it! The charming golden purple, after mixing with water, it becomes a perfect glass of 'butter beer', no one can see through it!"

As Harry warned himself that butterbeer was no longer safe, he felt a little hot, and the ice crystals in the air were so pleasant on his skin.He felt that his energy was quite strong, and he could have another dance.

Hearing this, Ron's face was a little ugly, and he quickly glanced at the witch who raised her eyebrows and said: "This is all a mess! You are an illegal item!" Hermione glanced at her lover in surprise, "You That’s right, in theory it should be confiscated and fined, let me think about how much I remember—”

"Well..." George smiled sarcastically.

"Fifty Galleons."

Fred closed the notebook contentedly, "Thank you for the reminder, Hermione, we will try our best to get the money together." He blinked at George, and saw the crystal bottle in his hand with a funny smile Then froze on the face.Fred opened his mouth wide, "George, that's not a love potion...it's a hangover potion!"

George's eyes widened, and he turned his head stiffly to look at the small bottle held between his fingers. The brilliant platinum liquid was rippling as if mocking him. His face gradually turned pale, and he looked at the same bottle almost stiffly Surprised Fred, "Tell me, we have prepared three bottles of anti-alcohol..."

"I think it was two bottles, and the other bottle was the Ambient Love Potion," Fred finished.

The smile on Hermione's face disappeared, and Ron looked at them in surprise, and followed the eyes of the two twins to the silent Harry.