Doomed to be an enemy

"Shenfeng Wuying!" The invisible blade cut off the metal brackets of the ceiling one after another.The Death Eaters reacted extremely quickly, casting a freezing spell on the crystal lamp almost at the same time.Following the sound of a few bangs landing, the banquet hall was plunged into darkness.

"Harry?"

Harry heard Hermione calling softly from beside him, "Luminescence flashes." He fired a cold light cluster into the sky, and a messy banquet hall came into view, with crystal stone fragments everywhere and lying motionless on the ground. the wizard.But the friend he thought was not by his side——

"wrong!"

Harry's heart shuddered, and he dodged three shattered bones sharply.

The light of the fluorescent spell began to dim after the supply of magic power was cut off, and the eyes were once again pitch black.This time Harry clearly heard rustling whispers in the dark, and he even made out Sirius' call.Harry's heartbeat and breathing became more and more rapid, which was wrong, it was too quiet, and he remembered that most wizards were standing awake before the lights went out.Harry recalled the place where the attack spell had just come from - there was no one there at all.

How is this going?

Just when Harry was wondering, a sharp pain spread from his chest, "Ah—!" As if someone had put a hot iron there, Harry held on to his wand tightly, using the Cruciatus Curse?No!no!Harry knew how the Cruciatus Curse felt, and it wasn't like that.The scorching heat gradually spread from the peripheral nerves to the whole body, as if an invisible fire was burning the body.Harry bent down in pain, and pulled off the robe on his chest, only to see a scarlet chain lying on the skin like a snake on his chest covered in cold sweat, hideous and gleaming, every time it squirmed, there would be piercing pain. the searing burst of pain--

"This is……"

Consciousness gradually became blurred, he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single syllable, the scene in front of him seemed to be overturned the palette and mixed into a mass of colorful color blocks, a wrinkled face with a frightened expression quickly moved It flashed before his eyes, and then the spells and vibrations shooting around the banquet hall, and finally he saw the brown-gray eyes on that face quickly dimmed.

Just before Harry's mind became dull, he raised his wand with a struggle:

"disperse--"

"dark!"

Harry's tone was extremely weak, but he firmly grasped the wand. The golden red flame roared out of the tip of the wand, and exploded with a bang as soon as it touched the air. Everything was torn apart like a flimsy piece of parchment—

Harry snapped his eyes open.The entrance ceiling was almost filled with golden-red fire, and he could feel an obscure and dark curse being expelled by his own flame.The sound of exploding and cracking spells came from my ears, the smell of gunpowder smoke was extremely real, and so was the pain.He struggled to get up, only to find that there were hardly any wizards standing.Ron and Hermione fell unconscious on the ground, as did his guards.

The sound of the incantation stopped suddenly, followed by a dull landing, and it was Voldemort's cruel and indifferent voice: "Crucio!"

"Ah!" The hoarse scream almost pierced the eardrums, and Harry was dizzy for a while, and the burning pain in his body caused muscle spasms, making him want to vomit. "I have to admit, this is a remarkable feat. Numantieu... yes, the lost nightmare spell that is closest to death." Even with such a loud scream, Voldemort's angry voice still came unaffected , "I don't have much patience, now, counter the curse!"

The screams turned into heavy gasps, and Voldemort responded with a creepy laugh: "I spent decades just to restore it, but you are not affected!" The resentment and unwillingness in his tone were as strong as substance , "You killed my uncle's family, I won't tell you, you never want to know!"

Harry stood up with a pale face, and Voldemort was the only wizard standing in the entire banquet hall. His handsome face was contorted with anger, and his bone-colored wand was almost perfectly pointed at the collapsed man on the ground. assailant.The opponent's wand was broken into two pieces and scattered aside.

It was a man who was not too young, his well-groomed chestnut hair was completely messed up, his cheeks were pale, his dress robe was covered with scars, and blood flowed from under his body, it was obvious that the dark lord's methods of interrogation were more than persuasive curse.

The noise Harry made caught their attention, and the moment Voldemort's eyes fell on the boy, the gloom in his eyes was replaced by surprise.But the wizard who was restrained by him became excited. "Mr. Potter! Kill him now! Kill the Dark Lord!"

Harry's face became even paler. He looked at Voldemort, who was pursing his lips, and turned his eyes to the wizard on the ground: "Who are you?" "Angus Hill, my uncle's wife is Marlene McKinnon , They are members of the Order of the Phoenix." Angus showed a child-like excited smile, "You broke through my magic, it's amazing."

Under Voldemort's silent gaze, Harry suppressed the burning pain in his body, grabbed his wand and approached step by step: "You put them into a deep sleep?"

"Of course." Panting heavily, Angus crawled towards Harry—Voldemort had shattered his leg bones earlier, and Angus's bloodless cheeks blushed, "I didn't go to school since I was a child, and learned magic from my uncle. I've been studying it since they died." The bright red blood traced shocking traces behind him, and the thick bloody smell made Harry want to vomit, but Angus stared at it as if he didn't feel any pain. Looking at Harry: "Then they died, killed by the Dark Lord."

"I'm sorry." Harry couldn't convince himself to soften, his stomach sinking, "but my friend was also under your spell."

"I'm sorry...but it was a necessary sacrifice."

Angus looked at Harry's delay in making a move, and even Voldemort's silence. He looked a little uneasy: "Will you help me avenge it? I heard that your parents were also killed by the Dark Lord. Death Eaters Won't wake up, now is the best time!" Harry shook his head slowly, a trace of fatigue flashed in his emerald green eyes: "Angus, the McKinnon family was captured by Death Eater Yaxley and Kill, the murderer is dead."

"No—" Angus's smile disappeared, "This is the Dark Lord's order, and he let the Death Eaters capture them!" His sharp voice echoed in the huge banquet hall, and Angus was almost vicious. Turning his head and staring at Voldemort who was watching coldly, the latter showed a contemptuous smile: "I'm sorry, you have to understand, too many wizards died at my hands."

"But, your parents were also killed by him, with his own hands! The Dark Lord's hands are full of blood, you shouldn't hesitate!" Angus said hoarsely, and grabbed Harry's robe with his outstretched hand." Please, Mr Potter—"

"kill him!"

"Angus..." Harry said with difficulty, almost exhausting all his strength, "I'm sorry, but the living are more important."

"No, kill him—"

"Passed out."

Angus' expression froze, and Harry couldn't bear it any longer and fell to the ground, staring blankly at the unconscious Angus.

"Harry——" Voldemort walked quickly to Harry's side, hugged the weak boy, his expression changed slightly from the scalding heat that he could touch through the clothes, and he almost roughly tore off Harry's robe, the buttons snapped All over the place, the sticky cold sweat on the skin touched the air, causing a shivering coolness, and Voldemort stared at the blood-dripping chains writhing happily and almost red with an ugly expression.

Although Harry couldn't see what was in his chest, he didn't forget what he saw when he fell into Numantier's nightmare just now, "What is that?"

"Relax..." Voldemort didn't answer him, but instead chanted an uncommon spell.The killing chain twisted even more violently, Harry curled up into a ball in pain, Voldemort hugged his waist forcefully, his wand was pressed against the boy's chest, numbness spread from there, defeated by the strength of the chain several times, It took almost more magic and time than last time to suppress it.

His hair was wet with cold sweat, Harry relaxed his body and leaned against Voldemort's chest, bouts of dizziness made his consciousness hazy. "Harry, you can't rest yet." Voldemort gently kissed the scar on the boy's forehead, "Numantieu hasn't broken the curse, I need your help."

It took a few seconds for Harry to understand the meaning of this sentence, and he was fully awake at once. "Doesn't Angus know how to break the curse?" "Looks like he hasn't had time to research it yet." Voldemort said calmly, "Listen, Harry, Numantier's Nightmare is a lost ancient magic that can Let the enemy fall into an illusory spiritual dream, and die unconsciously from the outside. How did you break free?"

Harry held his breath: "Use fire, the kind that restrains the darkness." Hearing this, Voldemort raised his head to look at the golden red flames still burning on the ceiling, his dark red eyes narrowed slightly, "That's right, we There has to be a different way.”

"Remember your previous prayer?" Voldemort pulled out a metal pendant from his robe with his thin fingers, and said softly:

"This time, I want you to pray that your flame will burn in their dreams."

……

In the empty Hogwarts castle, there was the sound of hurried running.Hermione had run down the third-floor corridor for the third time.She clutched the small mirror in her hand tightly, not daring to look back at all.There seemed to be something rubbing against the ground, making an unpleasant squeak, and there was a fishy smell in the air, followed by the hiss of snakes.

No... she's running out of strength.

Hermione gritted her teeth and continued running, casting a Stunning Charm without looking back.She didn't even know if she hit the enemy or not.Focusing too much behind her, Hermione didn't see a puddle of water on the ground near the bathroom, and it was too late when she found out.Hermione slipped heavily, and she was terrified to feel the icy cold breath blowing past her head... Stiffly watching a huge shadow appear on the chaotic water, two huge yellow snake eyes twisted and slowly appeared on the surface of the chaotic water in.

The shuddering coldness and stiffness started from the eye sockets and gradually spread.

At this moment, Hermione noticed that the water on the ground began to heat up, with golden-red patches rippling and flowing inside, bringing scorching warmth.With a whoosh, Hermione watched in surprise clusters of flames sprang up from the surface of the water. The familiar golden red dispelled the petrification effect in her body with a reassuring warmth, "Harry!"

The flames surged up suddenly, and the fierce fire surged and surrounded the witch. The castle was shaking violently. From the water, Hermione saw the huge figure of the basilisk behind him twisting and screaming, and the golden-red flames covered the entire area. Its body, as well as the walls of the castle, exposed ugly holes one by one, and the cold malice that drenched the heart and lungs gradually subsided.

Hermione opened her eyes suddenly, her chest heaved violently, apparently still not recovering from the nightmare.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry wearily took his hand away from the witch's forehead.On the other side, a scream came from one of the Death Eaters, startling Hermione.Only then did she realize that they were still in the banquet hall of the Malfoy Manor. The unconscious wizards were being carried together, and several of them had already woken up.With lingering fear, they looked away from the Death Eater who had just been awakened by the Dark Lord, and looked at Harry with gratitude and awe.

"I'm fine." Hermione was still in shock, "I'm just sore all over, as if I've been chased by a basilisk for three days and three nights. Ron?" She saw the wizard who was still in a coma, "He still hasn't woken up?"

"Voldemort said that this nightmare can only be resolved one-on-one."

Harry sat beside Ron, putting his palm on his friend's forehead.His expression was solemn, and the people around him breathed lightly subconsciously.In less than a minute, Ron woke up. "Hermione!" His eyes were straightened, and he stared blankly at the smiling witch, "How could you marry someone else..."

Hermione froze.

More and more people woke up, and they spontaneously carried the unconscious wizard near Harry.

The longer the time passed, the less hope of a cure, and Harry could only do his best to wake them up-he already felt that the process was getting longer and longer.Of course, there were Death Eaters among them. Harry also saw the comatose Severus Snape. He didn't say much. His eyes were lost for a long time.

The entire treatment process lasted for four hours, and until the early morning, all the unconscious wizards were successfully revived.The only casualty of the attack was the initial confusion.

After all, the banquet could not continue.At one o'clock in the morning, Voldemort briefly reassured everyone before dispatching Death Eaters to escort the frightened guests away.

"Mr. Potter, the master has prepared a room for you to rest."

Barty Crouch Jr. He stopped the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were about to say goodbye. His dress and robes were a little embarrassed, but his smile was much more real. "Of course, everyone has them."

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the frozen Harry.