Doomed to be an enemy

Harry felt something was wrong.His cheeks were hot and his heart was beating fast, which made him feel dizzy.He always thought it was because of the strength of alcohol.Harry knew that Voldemort was watching him, and his eyes quickly glanced at the man sitting on the short sofa in the lounge area in the distance. There was no one around Voldemort. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, and he just sat there gracefully watching , it seems to be looking at the wine glass in his hand, and it seems to be looking through it at the boy he likes in the same direction——

Harry moved away for a split second as if scalded.

Then it was as if a switch was flipped, and a poison called Voldemort spread from the bottom of his heart. Harry had never missed, oh, to put it bluntly, longed for this man like this.He wanted to see his own figure reflected in those dreadful dark red eyes, and even missed the warm embrace of the other party.

Can't wait for a moment!

It took almost all of his willpower not to stare at Voldemort like a nympho.Sweat dripped down her blushing cheeks drop by drop, soaking the expensive robe.When the four Gryffindors looked over together, Harry resisted the impulse in his heart and showed a forced smile in the eyes of others.

"I seem to be a little uncomfortable."

He didn't hear the arguments of his companions at all, the blood roared and hit the eardrums, and the impulse almost made his magic power boil.

"My God!"

Hermione threw out a dozen Silencing Charms with an ugly face, and strode forward to support Harry, who was a little unsteady, "Are you okay? I mean, you should have taken a love potion." Harry froze— ——He was still sane, and he didn't know whether to be thankful that there was a reason for this strange thing or to be angry about being drugged: "When?" He asked with difficulty.

Hermione gave Fred and George a stern look. "They've got the wrong potion!" she whispered.Harry's eyes, which had become more persevering because of the love potion, were green and water-stained. Just looking at them, he couldn't help but be deeply attracted by the beauty in them.

"Ha, Harry, I'm sorry." Fred swallowed, "We'll find an antidote right away—"

Antidote... George's gaze drifted for a while, as if they haven't developed an antidote for this thing yet.He couldn't help but drag the twin brothers back, "Actually, if you don't need an antidote, the effect of the medicine will disappear after three days." A mischievous brother roared, "How dare you say that! Who knows who Harry will be obsessed with! What if it's a mysterious person?! The two of them just finished dancing!"

Hermione's expression was subtle for a moment, and Harry was completely nervous. Will he fall in love with someone else because of this potion?Fred and George seemed to turn pale with fright at Ron's reasoning, "No, it's not that exaggerated," George said reluctantly, "It takes 15 minutes for the medicine to work." "15 minutes?!" Ron gritted his teeth.

Fred scratched his head brokenly: "That's right, Harry will fall in love with whoever he sees in 15 minutes. Of course, if he has someone he likes, it will only deepen the relationship." His euphemism did not escape Looking at Hermione's sharp eyes, "To what extent?"

"Probably... thinking about each other all the time." George said with a dry smile.

Hermione gasped slightly, realizing the seriousness of the problem - Harry's relationship must not be discovered.She pretended to be nervous and pulled out her pocket watch to check the time. "It's been 5 minutes, and the apparition barrier hasn't been activated, so it's too late to go back to the camp!" Harry pressed her hand, and pressed his lips tightly, "Go to Cheria to ask for an empty room, what's the magic? Can the spell make me temporarily invisible?"

"No, that's too dangerous!" Hermione immediately refused, "Use this to cover your eyes at that time." She turned the cup in her hand into a strip of cloth with gold and red patterns and stuffed it in Harry's hand, "You two Well, keep your mouth shut!" Hermione glanced seriously at Fred and George who seemed to be sneaking away, "I know!" The twins nodded repeatedly, and when Hermione hurried to find Cheria, "Let's go find The antidote." Fred dropped this sentence and quickly dragged George away.

"The antidote!" Ron snorted angrily, "They may not have any results after the effect of the medicine wears off."

Harry shook his head, palms sweating nervously.If being so hard now is not considered an attack...then when it really happened——he couldn't even imagine it.The toxin called Voldemort in his heart seemed to have eased. Harry realized something, and looked at the rest area suddenly. The short sofa was empty, only a glass of unfinished red wine was placed on the table next to him.Anxiety rose from the bottom of his heart, and Harry almost swept across the room sharply, no, there was no sign of Voldemort anywhere.

Harry couldn't tell whether he was more disappointed or happier.

Hermione came back soon, and at this time, she didn't care about being noticed, and she took Harry to the stairs in the corner. "There is a rest room upstairs, and I persuaded Cheria to lend us one." Hermione quickly lowered her voice.The three of them quickly climbed the stairs, and the soft and soothing dance music seemed to be far away.Harry's head was throbbing, and the quiet environment made the clamorous impulse in his heart more obvious.

There was a chill in Harry's heart. He wondered if he would do irrational things when the effect of the medicine took effect.

"Hermione—" Harry bit his lip, "lock me up for a while." Hermione who was walking in front paused, and did not answer him. They came to a door at the back of the corridor, and Hermione Min took a key from her pocket and thrust it roughly into the lock.After the old click, the door opened.

Luxurious four-poster bed, snow-white curtains, colorful and soft carpets, this room is obviously a bit high-end.Ron poked the fireplace, and a flame rose.The coldness in the air melted instantly.

"It's pretty nice here." Harry tried to lighten the mood.

Ron forced a smile, even if his sense of smell was not very keen, he also knew that Harry, as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, couldn't let the love potion work.Hermione looked at her pocket watch, "It's almost time." She took off the pocket watch and handed it to Harry, "I will seal this place with a spell, and use a crystal ball to notify us if something happens. I will find a way to explain it to the Order of the Phoenix." Your absence."

"Good luck buddy."

The two friends left, and Harry could hear Hermione whispering a spell outside the door.He threw himself into the armchair, took off his shoes and curled up his legs.

Time passed by, and Harry could feel that every cell in his body was clamoring for missing. He leaned back in the chair, and his forehead was pressed against the cold wooden relief.

There seemed to be footsteps approaching in the corridor - but Harry wasn't worried at all, the door was locked.

This was probably the first time he wanted Voldemort so much and had to avoid it.Love Potion, because Voldemort was born with this potion, the other party should hate it very much-Harry felt that if it were him, he would hate it.Just when he was depressed, the doorknob suddenly made a twisting sound, and Harry subconsciously took out his wand, but earlier than that was the jubilant magic power——

This made him aware of the identity of the person who opened the door.

Resisting the yelling thoughts in his body, Harry threw a dozen blocking spells on the door with great difficulty.The sound of the doorknob suddenly disappeared.Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the entire door was forcefully opened inward. Voldemort walked in quickly, and with a wave of his wand, the door was closed again, glowing with an ominous spell.Harry was sure that the spell was stronger than his own and Hermione's.

After the thought slipped by, Harry stared blankly at Voldemort.The heart was beating rapidly as if it couldn't control it, and the heat filled his heart, and his cheeks were also stained red. "Why are you here?" Harry struggled to restrain himself from wanting to rush over. Voldemort's face was rather ugly, the surging magic oppressed the air faintly flowing and formed a suffocating wind, until his eager gaze met the boy's emerald green eyes, the anger dissipated quite a bit.

Harry's eyes were terribly focused and longing. Fifteen minutes had passed, and it was obvious that the love potion had already been targeted.It couldn't be anyone else except him - yes, he liked that description. Voldemort remembered what he had read from the minds of the twins, and his mood immediately improved by more than a little, and his magic power also calmed down, showing a completely different side from the rage just now.

"If I don't come, how are you going to spend the three days?" Voldemort walked slowly to the armchair, bent down and picked up the curled up boy.Harry looked at him in astonishment, "You know?" "Know what? Poor love potion?" Voldemort snorted, and put the boy on the soft bed, Harry's eyes chased him, which made the Dark Lord The last bit of anger in my heart disappeared.

"They didn't mean to," Harry replied automatically.

Voldemort climbed onto the bed and hugged the boy into his arms, "I didn't do anything to them, two Oblivion Curses." Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and rubbed against the man's arms contentedly. The man seemed to never wear perfume and was almost colorless. The indifferent embrace made Harry very nostalgic.

"Don't move around." Voldemort's voice was a little low, and he couldn't help but patted the boy's buttocks. "You—!" Harry froze for a moment, staring up at him in disbelief.Her eyes, moistened by the love potion, were emerald green, and her cheeks were blushing from embarrassment or embarrassment.

"Harry..." Voldemort murmured, he pressed his cool hand on the boy's upturned buttocks and slowly rubbed it ambiguously, his fingertips slipped through the gap between the buttocks...Harry's waist was soft , Explosive joy burst from the bottom of my heart.It was a feeling he had never felt so strongly, that he loved Voldemort, and Voldemort loved him - and Harry's eyes dimmed at the sudden clarity of the fact.As if the love potion had made him sentimental, too.

Harry was silent for a while, listening to Voldemort's slightly shortness of breath, how could the old fellow hold back in this situation?Could it be that his own charm - which Harry's sanity insisted he probably didn't have - had declined?Harry irritatedly rolled over on top of the man.

Occlumency has long been thrown into nowhere, and the boy's inner world is almost open to the Dark Lord.

The boy he admired was worrying about gains and losses because of him. Voldemort had always despised this kind of weak will, but this time he couldn't think of it that way anymore. He relaxed his arms with a smile, and let the boy boldly hold his crotch Shoulders, condescending in a powerful stance.He could clearly see the magnificent desire in those emerald green eyes, it was the desire for him. Voldemort laughed.

"You were so warm today, my boy."

"Really?" Harry licked his lips, feeling his throat dry with thirst.He imitated Voldemort's manner and smiled smugly, "You delivered this to the door yourself first."

"That's right, what are you going to do?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows calmly.

"Don't you want to hug me?" Harry tried hard not to look so depressed, Voldemort closed his mouth, admiring the boy's anxious and cute appearance in order to win his attention, deliberately showing a deliberate expression.Seeing this, Harry smiled, like a young lion baring its fangs, "Then let me hug you instead."

The rope formed by the golden Imprisonment Curse quickly twisted and bound the man's wrist, and then pulled it to both sides around the bedpost - the slender arms showed beautiful and graceful lines due to the stretching of the rope, Harry watched this scene with satisfaction . Voldemort was stunned by this turn of events.It's not that he didn't know that Harry could use the Trapping Curse, but such a difficult spell transformed... Voldemort sensed that the surging and firm will in the rope was several times stronger than before, and his expression was a little subtle.

Competing with will is indeed his relative weakness, especially with a brave and obsessed lion.