Doomed to be an enemy

LeMay estate.

Coming back to the UK doesn't mean you can relax.The desk in the study is full of papers and documents.The warm afternoon sun couldn't relax Harry either. He put his elbows on the table and stared at the documents in front of him lost in thought.

The current Order of the Phoenix is ​​no longer the small organization it was more than half a year ago.If you don’t count the sheltered people, there are nearly [-] wizards in the immediate family, including old members, neutral werewolves, the research team formed by Siah LeMay, the magic family from France, and Lucius Malfoy. Collaborators, dragon trainers, fresh graduates, and new members brought back this time.Oh, not to mention some of the political allies Kingsley Shacklebolt had won at the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Malfoy thinks that these structures are too complicated, and every meeting is a big problem.His suggestion was to plan for new seats.It is very similar to the original organization of the Order of the Phoenix, but each seat is no longer a pure wizard, but represents a function or group.

Although Harry thinks it makes sense, he can still see through the shortcomings of this system at a glance-the price of betrayal is too heavy for a seat.And he doesn't like this kind of structure where a small number of people make decisions and most people follow. "This sounds really like—oh, I don't want to be so arrogant, but don't you think it's very parliamentary?" Hermione's tone was a little helpless, "but it's probably the most suitable for us."

"Hermione is right, you can't involve everyone." Ron rarely agreed, "You see, this is not a big deal, it's just a representative. Things decided by the Order of the Phoenix will still be passed on to the Everyone. And I think it’s too dangerous to always use the Daily Prophet, and it’s not bad to start a newspaper by yourself now.”

Harry still remembered that Hermione's expression was very subtle, and she stared at him for a long time with a look that she didn't know Ron.

When he came back to his senses, Harry unfolded the document, which was designed in great detail by Lucius Malfoy.There are twenty seats in total.Including Alchemist Thea LeMay, Auror Alastor Moody and his lieutenants, Dragon Trainer Descartes Sonny, Werewolf Greer, Remus Lupine, New Magic Bazaar Manager Belgar · Hank, the guard Nodo Prewett, the person in charge of the secret location Dedalus Diggle, the magical creature contact Rubeus Hagrid, the headmaster of Hogwarts Minerva McGonagall...of course, the last diplomat Mr. Malfoy recommended himself for this seat confidently and reservedly.

In some sensitive places such as finance, intelligence, and the Ministry of Magic, this report implicitly recommends the establishment of several invisible seats, secretly designated by the leader of the Order of the Phoenix himself.

Harry rubbed between his brows, and caught a glimpse of the Daily Prophet thrown aside.

[The leader of the Order of the Phoenix blatantly defies the law: Journalist Convention]

Rita Skeeter's article occupies only a small section, which is quite out of character for her.Harry felt that the new newspaper Ron was talking about was indeed imminent.

A slight knock on the door interrupted Harry's thoughts.

Lucius Malfoy stood at the door, staring at him with gray-blue eyes, "Mr. Potter, I have received your letter." His long platinum-blond hair was tied tightly behind his head, and he looked more stern than before. Much cleaner.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, please come in." Harry stood up and asked the house elf to bring two cups of black tea.

Lucius seemed to have just come back from outside, his cloak was still wrapped around his arms.His eyes paused for a moment on Harry, and he sat on the sofa gracefully: "You said in the letter that you wanted to acquire a magic newspaper. Can you explain in detail?" Malfoy, who has been in the Order of the Phoenix for so long, has fully adapted to it. Straightforward conversation, especially when he was dealing with Gryffindors.

"I know that ordinary newspapers are not as good as the Daily Prophet, but it's official." Harry walked around the desk, leaned against the edge of the table, and organized his words, "You know the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, do you think Can there be a new newspaper that everyone can accept? Of course, it doesn’t mean that it must be better than the Daily Prophet, we just need people to accept it.”

"So, this should be a serious and serious newspaper." Lucius looked at Harry, "Mr. Potter, is this your idea?"

Harry nodded, and joked, "We are a little passive in this respect, and I have experienced it in the past." "It's just that I don't know what newspapers and magazines in the wizarding world can save us from starting from scratch." Lucius picked up his glass and drank After taking a sip of black tea, the heat dispelled the chill, and after a while he said: "As far as I know, Wizard Weekly is a good target. They have their own reporters and channels, but they are a bit outdated. I know the president of this newspaper. If If we take over, he will agree."

Harry's eyes were calm: "Can you try not to let people know the relationship between this newspaper and the Order of the Phoenix? Especially the Death Eaters."

A hint of surprise and amusement flashed in Lucius' eyes. If Harry's eyes weren't calm and clear, he would have thought that the other party was using this newspaper to whitewash public opinion. "Although it's a bit more difficult, there's no problem." Harry loosened his brows and breathed a subtle sigh of relief, which made Lucius smile a little.

If someone had told him a year ago that he could have such a peaceful and pleasant conversation with the Savior, Lucius would not have believed it.The biggest difference between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters is not that it absolves the Cruciatus Curse, but that the young leader never forces them to do anything.Malfoy is good at winning people's hearts, and he always considers taking action only when he sees the benefits. He seems to have violated this point many times-in just one year.

Heyman used to laugh at him for being thankless, but after returning from France this time, his tone changed.

Putting down the teacup, Lucius said goodbye politely.

"If possible, I will ask Mr. Flamel to hand over the expenses required by the newspaper to you," Harry said.

"Don't worry, I won't be polite." Lucius said meaningfully.But looking at Harry, you can't expect a Gryffindor to understand anything.Thinking of what Heyman told himself, the savior thought that the Order of the Phoenix had forced Malfoy to send the funds, and he couldn't help being a little funny.

"Mr. Potter, the new magic bazaar has not been named after it is built. I wonder if I have the honor. I invite you to take a look there tomorrow morning."

They have reached the door.

Hearing this, Harry nodded: "Of course, I don't know where it is yet." "So, what about nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

After sending off Mr. Malfoy, when Harry returned to the study, the little girl Hedwig flew in from the window and landed on the table with her wings fluttering.

"Hedwig, where did you go, I haven't seen you for several days." Harry smiled, and walked quickly to help Xue Xiao smooth the feathers that were blown by the wind carefully. Biting his finger, Harry saw her raised foot clutching a roll of black and gold parchment, tied with a dark green silk tie.

Harry guessed where it was coming from almost immediately.Such a luxurious package... He untied the tie while cursing. The parchment was sprinkled with gold powder. This was a very formal invitation letter. Voldemort's elegant round script filled the whole article.It generally means that Gringotts is planning to reopen, which will be the first bank controlled by wizards.For the sake of fairness and justice, Voldemort decided to invite Mr. Harry James Potter, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, to join Gringotts' newly formed board of directors, and the dinner was held at Malfoy Manor.

There is also a plain parchment under the invitation:

Bring your guards and negotiators.

—Love you Rahel

Harry stared at the words above, unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.It seems that Voldemort invited not only the Order of the Phoenix, otherwise there would be no such request.Harry lit the note with his wand. Fortunately, his guards lived at LeMay Manor, and the only person who needed to be notified was Mr. Hyman Clarosse.

The dinner time is at eight o'clock.Harry told Ron and Hermione about it.He wanted to call his guards one by one, but Shea stopped him. They came to the living room, and Shea rang a brass alarm by the fireplace.In less than 2 minutes, I heard the sound of kicking and running downstairs, "Harry, you are actually too optimistic." Sia Flamel sighed, "Fortunately, I have a lot of dresses here. "

"Harry, are you sure it's the letter from the mysterious man?" Ron's expression was still not very good.

"Of course." Harry sighed, "Listen, if you don't want to go—" "Ah, I mean, of course I'm going." Ron made a toothache look, "That's Death Eater The lair of gangsters, although there is still a cooperative project."

"It's not very optimistic. Harry, are you going to take the guards yourself?" Hermione, who had been thinking about this, looked at her friend sharply. Harry was startled, and nodded calmly, "Go It’s definitely not just us, and it’s the headquarters of the Death Eaters, we can’t just go there with the three of us.”

"What happened!?" "Emergency assembly?" "Did the vampires come along?" "Shut up, Doris, that's impossible." The two Prewett brothers jumped off the banister of the stairs and became The first two to arrive.A dozen young members of the Order of the Phoenix followed.

Thea clapped her palms, and when she got everyone's attention, she said, "Ladies and gentlemen, urgent mission." The house-elf appeared in the living room with a clatter, holding a stack of dress boxes that reached almost to the ceiling.

"A malicious dinner is waiting for you." Siam Flamel said humorously.

Harry clenched his fist around his mouth and cleared his throat, "In fact, Voldemort invited the Order of the Phoenix to join the Gringotts board of directors, and the dinner will be at eight o'clock tonight."

Night fell quickly.Malfoy Manor was brightly lit.

From time to time, the crackling sound of apparition sounded in the open space outside the door, and the wizards walked into the manor silently, handed over the invitation letter, and the Death Eaters in charge of reception would immediately take it to the banquet hall.

"Nott, who else hasn't arrived?" Under the strange gaze of the gatekeeper, Barty Crouch Jr. came to ask for the third time.The Death Eater didn't wear a mask this time, and the chunky wizard quickly grabbed a roll of parchment and looked at it for a while, "Mr. Potter is the only one left." "Maybe he didn't dare to come." Another Death Eater sneered.

"To shut up!"

Barty Crouch Jr. frowned fiercely, "What sound?" There was a whirring sound in the cold night, and the Death Eaters looked at each other and looked up at the sky.

Under the velvety dark night, five bronze-colored carriages were drawn by snow-white flying horses, and flew soundlessly through the air.Passing over their heads quickly, the air currents blew the cloaks, and with a few heavy "bang" and "bang", five carriages landed one after another, and were dragged gracefully by Pegasus in small steps to stop at the gate of the manor.They folded their snow-white wings without a single hair, and snorted.

"This seems to be a Pegasus with unicorn blood." Nott opened his mouth in surprise.

Little Barty secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and went up to the first car himself.The door of the carriage opened, "Mr. Potter, welcome, very welcome, the master has been waiting for a long time." He bent down to the young leader who was about to get off the carriage.Harry stared at the arm outstretched in front of his eyes, "Thank you." He reached out his hand bluntly and jumped off the carriage.

He wore a large snow-white cloak, quite simple in style, only the hood and placket were covered with light white fluff——feeling the gaze of Barty Crouch Jr. on him, Harry's scalp tingled .He said the white one was too conspicuous.

"Trust my eyes, Harry, there's no one more white than you, and they'll be amazed."

The words of Cia Flamel slipped through his mind, and Harry suddenly retreated a little.

"Oh, what a difference."

In the carriage, Ron touched his nose and joked, and Hermione hit his ribs before jumping off by himself.He turned around and helped his girlfriend down in a dress.

"This way, please." Little Barty put away his vague astonishment, and led the way as if he hadn't heard Ron's complaint.

A dozen or so young wizards and wizards followed Harry, and he could hear them whispering about how witches could wear very sexy dresses and hide their wands.He also caught a glimpse of Ron pressing Hermione curiously.Harry was rather awkward walking ahead.

Malfoy Manor was still as luxurious and beautiful as ever. They were led into the magnificent marble foyer, and stepped on the soft silver-green carpet to two large carved wooden doors.Barty Crouch Jr. raised his hands and pushed them away forcefully, beautiful music flowed from them, and the warm air rushed towards his face with the sweet smell of food.This is a resplendent banquet hall, thousands of candles are lit and placed in beautiful crystal lampshades, and bright lights fall from the dome carved with exquisite patterns.Hundreds of witches and witches in uniforms stopped talking and looked at the door together.

A waiter came up and said, "Sir, do you need me to get the cloak for you?" The temperature in the banquet hall was much higher than outside, "Okay, thank you." Harry had to untie the tie—even the top was covered. There was fluff, and he was full of speechless.Quickly took off the cloak.There was a murmur of exclamation from the crowd——

Under the snow-white, pure and childish cloak, the golden embroidered pattern was publicized and graceful, and the black dress robe was worn on the young leader.