Doomed to be an enemy

Less than two hours after lying down, Harry was awakened softly by Voldemort.

"What time is it?" he murmured, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe you need some energy potion." In Voldemort's softly smiling voice, a crystal bottle full of brown liquid with a strange smell was handed under his nose, and Harry suddenly woke up, "Oh No, thank you." He laughed dryly, got up quickly and jumped off the bed, "I'm going to wash up." Voldemort looked at Harry's series of rapid movements unexpectedly, "I heard that you were most familiar with Harry when he was in school." It's the medical wing." Voldemort's voice approached the bathroom, casually wearing the light robe, "I thought you'd like the potions there."

As he spoke, he mentally crossed off the gift list for potions.

"Most of them are not to my liking." Harry's protesting voice was muffled. Voldemort leaned against the wall, imagining the boy's dissatisfaction with toothpaste foam, and laughed silently.

"Because the potion doesn't taste right?"

The door opened, and Harry looked at him slowly with a bit of ambiguity, "If there is a crazy enemy who wants to trouble you every year, even if the potion becomes like pumpkin juice, I won't be in the mood." This is really a serious accusation." Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his tone a little lazy, "Maybe it's just that I miss you?"

"Miss my scream?" Harry sarcastically.

That's right. Voldemort kept his mouth shut. He knew that the timing of saying this was a bit sensitive, but after what happened yesterday, he tightened his lips. Angus revealed something that they tried to avoid in an almost tragic way. Voldemort was quite Reluctantly admits to being -- oh, a little uneasy, but he hides it well.

Harry got an affirmative answer from the change in the Dark Lord's expression. He almost laughed angrily, and stomped to get his robe, but unexpectedly the basket was empty. "Sorry, you have to be more grand today." Voldemort's tone was not apologetic at all. He took out his wand and waved, summoning a pure black robe with crystal buttons from the thin air. Harry bet he saw the fabric On gorgeous dark light.

Harry felt unusual: "Is today's interview so important?" He looked suspiciously at Voldemort, and his emerald green eyes became sharp for an instant.

Voldemort looked a little subtle.

"Why do you think so?"

"You've never given me such an expensive dress." Harry said bluntly. He doesn't know the goods, but it doesn't mean he can't tell the high and low. "Wait—"

Harry narrowed his emerald green eyes, "It seems that since last night—"

"Harry." Voldemort interrupted him, stroking the magic clock that gradually appeared in the air with his thin fingers, and said calmly, "We're going to be late, 10 minutes." After speaking, he turned and went into the bathroom.

Staring at the closed door, Harry felt more and more right that he was right.

"I know what you're thinking." Harry intentionally left this thought-provoking sentence, while taking off his nightgown and changing into trousers of the same material as the robe, and a cool and heavy gray sweater.When putting on the robe, it feels like running water slides over the exposed skin, which is quite comfortable.

While changing his clothes, he counted silently in his mind, one, two, three, four... When it reached eight, the bathroom door opened, and Voldemort threw away the used towel, "So, what do you think?"

Unsurprisingly.

Harry snorted inwardly, "Are you apologizing to me?"

"I don't need to do that." Voldemort walked up to him, his dark red eyes fixed on the boy, "because if I did it all over again, I might still get rid of the threat, maybe in a different way—but, yes. The Dark Lord will not be merciful to the enemy." Harry's heart was a little cold, and he tried to maintain a calm expression: "So you don't regret killing my parents at all?"

Facing the boy's bright emerald green eyes, Voldemort's dark red eyes fixedly looked at him, "That's right."

He said it decisively.

Harry clenched his fists involuntarily, "I know you won't feel guilty or even remorseful about these things, and you never have hope." He suddenly wanted to punch that handsome and calm face, "But you really never Have you ever regretted it? Even—”

for me.

Harry swallowed those two words back, his guts feeling like they were churning together, like it was a poison that was slowly eroding everything... A sea of ​​guilt overwhelmed him, which even made Harry hold his hand. The wand-holding fingers loosened.

"Regret?" Voldemort said softly.

He stretched out his thin white fingers to touch the boy's tense cheek, "No, to them, of course not. Not to anyone. I think that's the most useless emotion." Voldemort looked back at Harry Angry eyes, "But to you, I'm sorry, or you can describe it as regret, I—" Voldemort's tone was a little low, "There are some things that I don't believe in, but they are very important to you. I took away Those—in my opinion don't care."

"Until yesterday, I suddenly understood something." Voldemort stared at the boy with dark red eyes, "Harry, give me a chance."

"I can't repent, but I am willing to give you the best of what you have lost."

The banquet hall where the attack took place the day before has been restored to brilliant lights, and the enchanted crystals light up softly. The reporters of the Daily Prophet have been waiting for a long time. In addition to the official media, there are also many reporters from other newspapers and impurities present. .There was not a little light outside the dark window, and it was still dark.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix who were woken up early seemed a little tired. They cheered up and were arranged by the waiter to a row of seats on the left wing. The right wing was already full of Death Eaters—this almost wiped out everyone's drowsiness. . "Where did Harry go?" Hermione frowned as she glanced around and didn't see her friend.Ron smiled wryly, "Harry and I are not in the same room. I was just told that there will be a press conference—'Dawn' press conference."

"I just said they weren't so kind and kept us for one night, Harry wasn't in his room"

"It's not good, everyone should be vigilant."

"I don't think it's necessary." Roy looked at the audience, "He's already here."

The atmosphere that was so quiet that it was about to fall asleep immediately woke up. The reporters sitting under the stage almost all turned their heads and stretched their necks to stare at one of today's two protagonists.Harry calmly accepted everyone's scrutiny and walked up the makeshift marble steps. Ron stood up and beckoned Harry over.

His robe was dazzlingly dim under the golden light, Rita Skeeter's eyes widened in surprise, "Merlin! That's a wizard's robe with dragonbone powder—"

"What!? Is that true?"

"...hasn't been seen in centuries."

Harry made another hard note in his heart. "Harry..." Hermione opened her mouth. "Your clothes." "Voldemort kindly sponsored." He said angrily.

"It's not cheap." Ron frowned, "I said when you two are better, can you wear a dress?"

"Come on, Ronald, come to think of it, Harry saved almost all the Death Eaters yesterday," said Hermione flatly, "Harry's original one wasn't suitable for the occasion."

"That's really generous."

Only then did Ron feel relieved, "You must know that since the introduction of the Wild Dragon Protection Act, wild dragons are not allowed to be hunted and killed. Wizard robes are very rare."

The arrival of Voldemort made the entire heated press conference immediately quiet.The Death Eaters stood up collectively, watching the Dark Lord calmly walk up the marble steps, "It seems that you have already heard about what happened last night, so there is no need to explain redundantly." The black ominous robe seemed to have The breath of black magic, dangerous and charming.He came to the Death Eater Center and Barty Crouch Jr. pulled out a chair for him. "It's time for the wizards to know the truth, and of course, our honorable—ah, guests." After Voldemort sat down, all the Death Eaters sat down in silence.

In the silence, Voldemort's chuckle was almost as obvious as thunder, "Then, who will be the first to ask."

"There are rumors that a wizard broke into this manor last night and caused a large-scale attack." The reporter who asked the question had a nameplate of Magic Times on his chest. is that true?"

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, but did not answer.Barty Crouch Jr. stood up: "Master invited the only remaining outstanding wizards in the wizarding world to discuss the prospects and plans of Gringotts, but they were attacked by a premeditated Group Crystallization Curse. The Death Eaters didn't do much damage. It is the invited guests who hurt the most—be aware that the crystallization spell will cause some irreversible magical consequences."

The answer to the question was irrelevant, but made the reporter sit down with satisfaction.

"Mr. Potter, were you there?"

Harry nodded, "Yes."

"Did you see the attacker?" Harry restrained his desire to look at Voldemort, and nodded again, "Yes, I saw it." The reporter seemed to have no interest in the identity of the attacker, so he continued to ask , "There are rumors that the long-lost curse 'Numantieu's Nightmare' appeared here last night, is this true?"

"Yes."

A buzzing discussion sounded from the audience, among which Rita Skeeter's sharp voice was harsh, "Numantieu's nightmare is a very powerful curse, how did Mr. Potter escape?" She stood When he got up, the smile on his face seemed a little smug.

As expected of a female reporter who has been at the top for many years, her question quickly gathered everyone's attention.

"Escape?" Hermione gave her a disgusted look. "Harry, he's trying to lure you."

"I know." Harry said softly.

He looked at the eyes from the audience, "I dreamed my own nightmare, and then my consciousness broke free from it." "Break free? You said it's as simple as opening your eyes, but according to statistics from the Ministry of Magic, Almost no one can survive under this black magic. But as a savior—” she quickly blurred the word, “you have rescued all those who were hit by the magic, can you explain the root cause of the gap between the two? "

"Oh, it sounds like you did it from beginning to end." Ron was also disgusted, "They wouldn't have thought of that."

Barty Crouch Jr. stood up again, looking quite graceful: "Mr. Potter is a guest invited by the master, and has nothing to do with this attack. Miss Skeeter, please don't imply slander."

Rita Skeeter's smile widened. "I apologize for my blunder, but the practical question is still valid," she said almost cheerfully.The almost curled quill quickly wrote something on the notebook.Little Barty frowned and looked vaguely at Voldemort, who shook his head slightly.He just sat down.Harry didn't know the riddle they were playing, but it didn't prevent him from being forced to laugh by Rita Skeeter: "In fact, I gave myself a very strong hint, a hint of consciousness, which broke the nightmare. also used the same method.”

Rita Skeeter's eyes seemed to light up all of a sudden, and she slowly revealed a triumphant smile, "I think Mr. Potter doesn't mind sharing the process, I think most people are familiar with the cracking of this lost black magic I'm interested in a way." With her violet nails, she adjusted the bejeweled frames of her glasses.

Harry really smiled this time: "Of course I don't mind. You can also interview the people I rescued after the meeting."

"I will." Rita Skeeter didn't quite understand what he meant, and the reaction after being forced to reveal the exclusive secret shouldn't be like this.She instinctively felt something was wrong.The venue was extremely quiet, and almost everyone subconsciously raised their ears to listen.Looking at the female reporter with green eyes, Harry said intentionally, "In my dream, I said something to myself."

"What is it?" Rita Skeeter's breathing was a little short.

This is the scoop.

"I said—" Harry paused, looked at the eagerness in her eyes, and slowly showed a bright smile:

"Dispel the darkness."