Doomed to be an enemy

As soon as Harry reached out and touched the portkey, he realized something was wrong.

The Portkey he used before was like a comet-like accelerator, able to reach another place in an instant.The body will only feel being dragged, not such pain.Yes, it is pain.Countless places flashed before Harry's eyes in an instant, including vast seas, rugged mountains, and meandering rivers—

"Voldemort—!"

His body seemed to be torn apart by several hands, Harry opened his mouth in pain, only felt the strong wind pouring in, and he couldn't even pronounce a spell. Voldemort's body bumped into him several times, and finally Voldemort hugged him forcefully once, his slightly cold hands were so cold at the moment that Harry was almost out of breath.In the fierce air current, Voldemort's pitch-black robe fluttered with teeth and claws fluttering, and the thin hand holding the wand swung down forcefully.

A tsunami-like magical oppression erupted, abruptly shattering the disorderly scene with a "bang".Brilliant gold powder drifted away as the Portkey shattered, and Harry subconsciously protected the two of them with armor. The golden runes flashed in mid-air, followed by a tooth-piercing click—— It all happened very quickly, and by the time Harry realized it, they had already Apparated.

Malfoy Manor.

After a whirl, they rolled onto a soft and wide bed.Harry's ribs hurt from being bumped by Voldemort, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "What happened?" Harry was startled by his trembling voice, and then he felt a spasm and a tear in his body. Cracking pain—he couldn't even move, just lay stiff on his back. Voldemort was right next to him.

"The port key has been tampered with - more than one destination is bound to it!"

The Dark Lord's expression was ugly. After a while, he struggled to stand up, "They can interfere with each other. You must know that the speed of the Portkey is too fast, and the sudden change of direction can completely tear the wizard's body." Voldemort's tone was because of the deep Angry and cold, if his memory is correct, the Portkey in the box should have been handed to Harry—if Barty Jr. hadn’t handed him the last one together, if he hadn’t improvised Ruin a word.

This conclusion made the heart in Voldemort's chest beat rapidly, tearing and throbbing - completely overwhelmed the pain of being pulled by the Portkey on his body, and precipitated a shocking rage in his body.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to sit up reluctantly, but failed. He fell heavily into the soft mattress, dripping with cold sweat from the pain, and gasped for air. "So, someone is trying to kill you this way." Harry found himself not at all surprised by the outcome.Reluctantly grabbing his wand, he tentatively cast a healing spell on himself.Finding some effect, he immediately lifted his spirits, and shook his wand at Voldemort fiercely, "heal quickly!".

"Harry..."

Voldemort grabbed the boy's hand that was still about to cast a spell - it was covered in cold sweat, the bone-colored wand was pressed against the boy's chest, and his breathing was still a little unsteady.This was the first time for Harry to experience healing black magic. The sticky heat seemed to flow under the skin maliciously, and Harry felt a little itchy all over his body. Wherever Voldemort's wand moved, that heat would follow.It took a while before Harry felt the pain lessen.

"So how do we get to Hogwarts now, Apparating?"

"Good idea." Voldemort snorted, nonchalantly applying healing magic to himself.Harry got up and looked at him hesitantly, and after a while he whispered, "Do you think it might be someone from the Order of the Phoenix?" A trace of surprise flashed in Voldemort's dark red eyes, oh, yes, the one he likes I'm afraid the little boy hasn't discovered the original whereabouts of the portkey until now, so it seems to be the case. Voldemort weighed it in his heart, and wanted to hide it for a moment, but the boy he wanted was not a fragile glass doll.

"It's possible for anyone, I'm not the only one who uses it, isn't it?" Voldemort said meaningfully.

Harry froze, it was true.He realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.He was too convinced of Voldemort's mastery of the Death Eaters to realize that such an assassination could also be the work of disgruntled Death Eaters, or members of the Order of the Phoenix - Harry reluctantly added that last point.

If this is the case, there are too many targets to be suspected. Just think about how many Death Eaters think it would be better if the Savior died. As for the Order of the Phoenix, it would not be surprising if his relationship with Voldemort was discovered. . Voldemort said, "I'll start with the Death Eaters. Be careful yourself during this time."

Harry nodded silently.

This matter was suppressed by the two of them in their hearts, and after finishing their grooming, they apparated and went to Hogwarts.The huge Quidditch stadium that accommodated thousands of people seemed a bit noisy.But when the golden rune halo lit up in the center, the scene suddenly became much quieter.

"Why do I have to take you to Apparate?" Harry whispered to the man beside him as he walked.

"My boy, don't you realize Hogwarts is welcoming you?" Voldemort chuckled.Choking on his rare sense of humor, Harry shut his mouth.Because the guards headed by the two Prewett brothers have already greeted them.Bellatrix snorted contemptuously, and was the first to approach the Dark Lord.Like a chain reaction, the Death Eaters followed suit.

"Master, is everything going well?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked humbly. "It couldn't be better." Harry only had time to hear Voldemort's indiscriminate words before he was surrounded by guards.

"Harry, what happened?"

Noldo glanced at the Dark Lord warily, and they hugged Harry and walked towards the Order of the Phoenix, "Everyone almost thought you were kidnapped by the Dark Lord." Harry tried his best to look normal, "Yes Yes, there was a delay on something." "Oh, tell us it's a duel?"

"Of course not." Harry was a little helpless, and apologized to Voldemort in his heart, "Uh...it's Voldemort, he doesn't trust Portkeys very much."

Almost at the same time, the Dark Lord, who was listening to the Death Eaters about the dinner arrangements in the distance, raised his eyebrows, oh, his little boy has become cunning.

"Master, for the impromptu show, we caught a few Muggles..." Rabastan, who came to welcome him, became more cautious.Bellatrix sneered contemptuously: "Muggle? This is really a good harvest, I thought it should be at least a Mudblood." Labastan's face flushed red, since the last time he was used by the Order of the Phoenix to rescue Asia After Thur Weasley, his cousin didn't think much of him.

"Muggles." Voldemort frowned in disgust, "Kill them and deal with them. We don't need this kind of program for now."

Rabastan turned pale.Sensing the gloating and mocking gazes of his companions, he bit the bullet and said, "Master, do I need to change to a Mudblood?"

"No, I don't think this is the time for fun."

Voldemort said softly, "I don't really want anyone to disobey my orders, Bella, take care of yourself, ah, cousin."

Compared with the Death Eaters who took advantage of Hogwarts' anti-apparition barrier and returned directly to the manor, there are too many people in the Order of the Phoenix, which is almost doubled compared to that—many of them are French wizards , although Hogwarts cannot be visited, Hogsmeade can still see it. Harry nodded and agreed to this without any hesitation, before walking out of the school gate.

"Oh no!" Ron groaned.

Harry's head hurt a little, especially when he saw a group of reporters from the Daily Prophet swarming the door. Rita Skeeter's bright green robe looked like a caterpillar from a distance.The French wizards didn't understand their lethality at all. Instead, after seeing the reporter, they kindly and considerately stepped aside.

Before Harry dodges, Rita Skeeter sees him—

"Oh, our hero is back, Mr. Potter, can you talk about your thoughts and feelings about aiding France this time?" "Some people claim that you think vampires will threaten Britain. Is this what you really think?" The Dead Apostle also went to France not long ago, what do you want to say about the success of the blood septic potion?" "Many wizards who have graduated want to join the Order of the Phoenix, do you support or oppose this?"

A series of questions made her quill almost explode with excitement.Although Harry didn't answer a single word, it had written lines quickly.

The swarming reporters and cameramen were blocked by Harry's guards, "Wait!" "Hey! Sorry, the interview is refused!"

"Where's Hermione?" Harry's pursed lips burst out. "She's going to arrange for our new members." Ron shrugged and said, "I said brother, I guess you'll be in the headlines, look at Rita Skeeter." He shook his head at the female reporter, haha Leigh turned his head to look, and Rita Skeeter screamed at Emily Cole with an ugly face, "You can't violate the journalist protection convention, and I have the right to sue you for malicious obstruction!"

Harry narrowed his eyes angrily, stopped in his tracks, and turned towards the female reporter. "Harry, just ignore her." Ron tried to dissuade him in a low voice, but it didn't work.The arrival of the savior brought the rioting scene under control immediately. Rita Skeeter adjusted her glasses, trying to show a smug smile: "Mr. Potter—"

Harry simply ignited her precious parchment and quill with wandless silent magic, "In fact, I've wanted to do this for a long time." Rita Skeeter opened her mouth wide and watched them tremble and melt together. After a while, he screamed, "How dare you openly provoke—"

"Ministry of Magic?" Harry interrupted her with a cold face, "You can try to file a complaint, of course, I reserve the right to sue you for spreading rumors and defamation." He stretched out his hand, and the ashes on the ground danced to his In the palm of his hand, it turned back into intact parchment in the blink of an eye—a thick stack.

"Cool." Ron coughed and covered his mouth, muttering under his breath.

"I don't even know when I threatened the French Minister of Magic." Harry just flipped through two pages casually, and couldn't help laughing, "Possessing 'uncontrollable ambition'... Oh, are you sure you're talking about me and not Voldemort? "The name of the Dark Lord has an amazing calming effect.Most of the noisy voices disappeared immediately, and Harry had already caught a glimpse of other reporters taking out their notebooks behind Rita Skeeter with gloating expressions and writing something.

"Mr. Potter," the female reporter stroked her curly hair and the spectacle frame inlaid with jewels, and quickly calmed down, "some things are not easy to cover up. I know what's going on, you old-fashioned The threat doesn't work." She showed a somewhat smug smile, "You are now too, am I right?"

Harry's stomach sank.He didn't know if what Rita Skeeter was talking about was between him and Voldemort, but he was calm on the surface: "At least something is obvious." Harry held up a stack of parchment in his hand, "If the prophecy If any daily newspaper wants to interview you, of course we welcome it, except you.”