Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry woke up, he could still see the sheets rolled up and thrown on the carpet, leaning against Voldemort's slightly warm chest, and his waist was still sore. "Are you awake?" With his thin chin resting on the top of his head—Harry moved his head uncomfortably—Voldemort's voice was husky and sexy, and he put his arms around the boy's waist, politely.

"What time is it?" Harry's voice became hoarse, reminding him of yesterday's madness.Oh, yes, even though he promised to spend three days and three nights, his body does not allow such indulgence.They stopped when it was fully dawn, and Harry remembered that when Voldemort hugged himself up to take a shower, he was too sleepy to keep his eyes open.

"It's only eleven o'clock, are you hungry?" Voldemort propped up his body, and Harry turned over to face the lazy-looking man. Voldemort's wine-red silk pajamas exposed a large chest, with overlapping hickey marks and bite marks on it. In some places there are tiny bloodshots. "I made the house-elf make your favorite pumpkin pie."

The man didn't care about his disappearance at all, but Harry frowned and raised his hand to stroke the somewhat messy marks—even though he himself was not much better, "Don't you feel pain?" Harry muttered, "Get well soon." ", the touched skin gradually returned to a healthy and fair appearance. Voldemort looked down at Harry's slightly guilty expression, silently raised the corners of his lips, and said softly, "Now it doesn't hurt." He never cared about such a small injury, black magic healing methods require a certain price, So Voldemort would let it heal on its own with minor wounds - this was clear from the time he chose to become a Dark Wizard.

The boy's remorse and self-blame coming from the connection made Voldemort feel better and better.He sat up and grabbed the brand new dark green dress robe stacked on the head of the bed and covered the boy's naked body, from underwear to outer robe.Harry had no choice but to sit up too, "Where are my old clothes?" Harry was embarrassed by Voldemort's refusing to look away as he put on his underpants, but the love potion made him happy. "The house elves are taking it to be cleaned." Voldemort unfolded his robe and put it on the boy he liked, and slowly buttoned it up.

Only then did Harry realize that it was exactly the same as the one he was wearing before, and he fixed his eyes on Voldemort's face, "Thank you." He smiled a little silly.This made Voldemort raise his eyebrows, and looking at the boy's enthusiastic and straightforward eyes, he suddenly felt that this little accident was not a bad one.He silently pinched the tip of the boy's nose, "Go wash up."

"Are you leaving?" Harry blinked, without moving, and his smile gradually faded.

"Of course not, oh, thanks to some bastard, my clothes are completely unwearable." For a while, Voldemort didn't understand where the boy came to his conclusion, but this didn't prevent him from speaking flirtatiously .Harry's memory came back, and his cheeks flushed immediately, "I'm going to wash up."

"Ricky."

Watching the boy run to the bathroom. Voldemort spoke slowly, and after a slight crackling sound, a round-nosed elf shyly appeared in the room, "What do you want, sir?" Voldemort had already got out of bed, and he casually closed his pajamas. He said in a warning tone, "Clean up this place, and then, keep your mouth shut."

The house-elf lowered his head even lower. "Yes, sir."

When they finished washing, the whole house was tidy and new, and Voldemort held the boy's hand and sat in the armchair in front of the fireplace, quietly finished his breakfast—or lunch, and disappeared after the cups and plates were clean and tidy. Gone, Voldemort summoned a stack of books with his wand and placed them on the empty table - Harry could hear it creaking under the weight.

"Since the effect of the love potion is still two days away, I think it is necessary to make up for yesterday's lessons." Voldemort raised the corners of his lips and revealed a charming smile.Harry's expression was suddenly a little frustrated, "It seems that there is more than Transfiguration here." "That's right, there are also your seventh grade textbooks, and some review materials for the Ultimate Wizarding Exam." Voldemort's fingertips almost covered the table "I heard about the final make-up exam. The time is set before the holiday. On May 5th, you only have a short time to review. As for the NEWTs exam, the Ministry of Magic will give you a make-up exam on May 24th." Summer vacation in mid-August."

Harry's mouth opened wider and wider, "It's impossible." Finally, he frowned and stared at a pile of books higher than his head and said, "I missed the whole seventh grade, and the things in it can't be learned in a short time .And the NEWTs exam, oh, Merlin's pants!" Harry fell back in his chair depressed.

Voldemort laughed and admired the boy's distressed look enough, and then said unhurriedly: "After returning to England, I can find time to help you make up lessons."

"Really? I mean, do you really have time?" Harry couldn't help but surprise.

Voldemort raised his hand and rubbed the boy's soft hair, before Harry protested, he said softly, "Enfield 24, I'll wait for you there at night." His fingertips slid down the boy's cheek along the scalp, Deliberately using a sweet and ambiguous tone, "I only want to see you alone."

"Okay, I'll go."

Harry felt a little hot. While cursing the damn love potion secretly, he grabbed the Transfiguration book he was most familiar with, and quickly turned to the page he had read. Voldemort withdrew his hand and stared curiously at Harry's reddened pinnae for a while. Didn't he joke with him before, but his little boy was obviously immune--was that just an appearance?He chuckled to himself at Harry's unexpected innocence, smugly.

"Actually, if you've practiced as I asked you, you should have had some wonderful dreams recently." Voldemort waved his wand and pulled him within two chairs.Harry grabbed the armrest, oh, it looked like it was being delivered to the door.The thought flitted uncomfortably across his mind.

"It's true." Harry thought for a while, described the dream he had before, and said distressedly, "I really can't think of anything that can fly in the sky, have wings, and run on the ground." .It can't be a hippogriff." Voldemort looked at Harry thoughtfully, "The hippogriff doesn't have golden hair, and its speed doesn't match what you describe. It should be It's an amphibious species—flying fast, with golden hair, and you felt the heat at the time..." Voldemort knew it, and couldn't help but look at the boy who was staring at him—the curiosity in it was almost It's overflowing—he raised the corners of his lips and said deliberately, "Should I say it's Gryffindor? This should be a magical creature of the feline family."

"You already know?" Harry said in surprise.

"Of course, I remember it was recorded in the book "The Lost Fantastic Creatures."

Voldemort unhurriedly summoned a book with his wand, and Harry couldn't help leaning on the armrest to take a closer look. The man's white and thin fingers flicked for a while and stayed on page 912:

Fiery lion.

A fiery and fierce magical creature with a talent for controlling flames and air currents. It is good at flying and running. It eats meat and especially likes to hunt falcons and poisonous snakes. When it is an adult, its long flame wings spread out to forty feet. It is already The fastest magical creature known.

"It seems to be quite powerful."

Harry grinned, staring at the sentence "especially like hunting falcons and poisonous snakes" in the description, and when his eyes fell on Voldemort, he immediately felt malicious. "Eating poisonous snakes..."

Voldemort chuckled, a little dangerously: "Are you sure you can eat it? Of course, I don't mind preparing some for you."

Harry kept his mouth shut, thankful he didn't nod, otherwise he might be fed a pot of poisonous snakes after training as an Animagus... and there must be no one he wanted the most.

Suppressing the boy's little thoughts, Voldemort took out a tattered book from the stack, opened a page and handed it to him, "This is the illustrated book, the only one. You can observe it for a while, Then start practicing with cats—" "No." Harry interrupted him, staring at the silently roaring fierce lion in the illustration book, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

Harry thought he could do it.

This thought was transmitted to Voldemort's mind through the connection, and before Voldemort could react, a soft white light enveloped Harry.

Ancient magic!

"Harry—!"

Voldemort's dark red pupils shrank, and he watched the white light envelop the boy, shrinking and getting weaker and weaker, and the palms holding the bone-colored wand became sticky.He pursed his lips tightly, staring at the pile of clothes scattered on the chair, until the white light leaking from the gap disappeared, he gently stretched out his hand to lift the bulge of the robe.

The eye-catching light golden fluff looks quite soft, the claw tips of the limbs are slightly pink, lying on the back innocently, revealing the soft belly covered with white short fluff, the tail flicks subconsciously, and the head is turned to the sides Turning around, the pink little nose sneezed from being rubbed by the clothes, the emerald green eyes were as beautiful as a boy's, bright and clear, and a blood-red lightning hair in the same shape as the scar was very obvious on the forehead, and the moist eyes fell When it was on Voldemort with an ugly face, his round ears were lying on his head as if frightened.

"Ow..."

The little thing that was no longer than the forearm was struggling to stand up, but Voldemort grabbed the skin of the nape of its neck expressionlessly - the little lion's whole body was stiff, and it raised its head pitifully. "Harry, it seems that you have forgotten what I said." Voldemort's tone was quite soft, but the animal's instinct made the lion cub's soft fluffy balls explode, his emerald green eyes blinked twice, and he said "hmm" admiringly. "Hmm" called twice...

Voldemort showed a sneer: "Ancient magic is not so easy to succeed. I remember one case where it failed. That poor wizard could never change back." He said softly, but a dozen detection points emerged from the tip of his wand. After finding out that there was nothing wrong with the transformation, he slowly let go of his heart--Merlin's pants, he didn't know if they were still beating just now, "What kind of thing do you think you are, huh? Little boy baby?"

Shaking the stiffer lion cub as if punishing him, and seeing a look of panic in those round green eyes, Voldemort immediately wanted to repudiate his soft-heartedness. He suppressed his annoyance, put the little thing on his knee, and walked The spine caresses the soft down.It felt weird, Voldemort thought, he didn't like this kind of fragile little animal, shivering and defenseless... It always reminded him of some bad things.

But this little thing is Harry.

Voldemort stared at the lion cub and turned his head to lick his fingers flatteringly. The wet feeling was not so good... He smiled with no warmth, "Want to know how to change back? Hmm?"

"Oh..." Voldemort watched the little lion nod repeatedly angrily and amusedly, and sat down obediently facing him.The Dark Lord curled his lips, stretched out his hand and pressed hard on the small forehead, watched it fall on its back with a groan, and then said slowly: "Eating poisonous snakes? Huh?"

"Ouch!" The lion cub's struggling movements froze suddenly, and he looked up blankly at Voldemort's teasing appearance. Grief and embarrassment slowly appeared in his emerald green eyes, and he turned over in frustration, his tail drooping. down. Voldemort snorted mockingly, and then Harry noticed that the place where he was lying on his stomach was getting higher, no no!It was becoming tilted—he was buried in a pile of clothes, and when the lion cub sneezed and struggled to get out, he felt a horrifying sight that made his spine tremble, and the hair on his whole body that had collapsed suddenly became a hedgehog again. The same exploded.

Harry raised his head stiffly, his round emerald-like beautiful eyes stared blankly at the snake head that silently slid in front of him, the big black snake encircled him along the armrest of the chair, the dark as if turned cold The red snake pupils watched him with interest.

"You look so delicious, my boy." The hissing Parseltongue was cold, and the big snake's dark snake letter lightly touched the tip of the lion cub's nose, and Harry tried to curl himself up into a ball, the big snake His eyes flicked around and looked around.