Doomed to be an enemy

The venue was suddenly quiet.

Aside from a momentary uneasy rustling on the Death Eater's side, nothing happened, and surprisingly, nothing happened.Rita Skeeter's smug expression froze on her face, her eyes widened, and her annoyance and undisappeared smile made her look rather ugly:

"Mr Potter, are you fooling us?"

"Of course not." On the contrary, Harry was quite relaxed at the moment, "I've already said, it's a self-suggestion, maybe this sentence is only valid for me. I don't mind anyone trying." Voldemort chuckled softly, He glanced over lazily and aloofly, "I quite agree with this point, maybe we shouldn't get entangled in irrelevant things."

Rita Skeeter's face suddenly paled.

It seemed that she had just realized that the person in front of her was the strongest dark wizard of this century, under the pressure of Voldemort's dark red and emotionless gaze, the excitement in her eyes disappeared, and she flickered in a wince, "You are right. "

"Very good." Voldemort leaned back in the chair leisurely, curling the corners of his lips, "Then, please continue."

Harry had to say that the Dark Lord's power was far-reaching, and he had already seen quite a few gloating glances at the female reporter.Rita Skeeter adjusted her expression as if trying to look friendly. "It's wrong to think so, but Vol...Voldemort is standing on our side and talking..." Hermione's expression was a little complicated, "The effect is not bad, you know, even if I caught the handle, Rita Skeeter would not so obedient."

Ron shivered.

"So, what are your plans for last night's banquet?" The female reporter said dryly.

Voldemort crossed his hands, and put his fingertips gracefully on the table, "The board of directors of Gringotts has basically been established. For the dead wizards, we have to regret to deferred this power to their immediate family members. These people are—" He His eyes swept over the wizards who were sitting up straight after hearing the words, and slowly revealed the list.

"Roffman Alpha, August Rookwood, Louis Von..."

Every name would attract buzzing discussions. Voldemort's voice was unhurried, and no reporter dared to interrupt him. After 1 minute, he stopped, showing a strange smile, "Of course, and me." Not surprisingly, all the whispers disappeared, and the atmosphere became weird and silent, until Voldemort lazily said: "And Mr Potter."

Everything came alive with ease.

"It doesn't feel good, he controls the emotions of these people." Ron whispered.Harry maintained a formulaic calm look, his lips twitched: "The initiative this time is in Voldemort's hands, it's already surprising that he would do this." "Maybe it's not that pessimistic." Hermione suddenly couldn't help it She said with a smile, and she took out a piece of parchment from under the table, on which lines of text were drawn like ashes. "Just got the news," she pushed it calmly to Harry, "post it and we'll be even."

Looking down suspiciously, Harry saw that it was Sia Flamel and Moonface's handwriting.

"Is there any new discovery—" He suddenly stopped, looking at the words on it in surprise.

The wolfsbane detoxifier needs to be taken when the moon is full. It is a potion that can slowly neutralize the wolfs poison. It has been proved that it is an irreversible magical process.Sia's rigorous words could not hide the excitement in his handwriting. He said that after the first course of treatment, Remus Lupine was able to spend the full moon in wolf form soberly without taking any medicine. "The wolf's poison on Remus' body is weakening, and there is no sign of recovery for the time being." This sentence was firmly recorded at the end.

"This is really...it couldn't be better!"

Harry let out a long breath and smiled a genuine smile.Ron bumped him with an elbow, and Harry raised his head, only to find that the audience was silent, everyone was looking at this side, and his scalp felt a little numb.

"Mr. Potter, what do you think about joining the Gringotts board?" A standing reporter repeated the question kindly.Harry realized it was a tricky question, especially now that Gringotts had involved Voldemort, but it was an opportunity, and he needed to be careful.

"If Gringotts forms a board of directors is a must-to be honest, I don't think that would be safer." Harry looked at the reporter with green eyes. "So, I have no objection to joining."

"Mr Potter, can I ask you a question?"

Suddenly, Rita Skeeter stood up.Much to the displeasure of her peers, the wizard nodded politely at Harry, "Thanks, I'm done with my questions." As he sat down, Harry noticed the badge on his chest - Witch Weekly Reporter .

It is not known whether Mr. Malfoy took down the publication.Harry thought inappropriately.

"This is supposed to be a press conference, isn't it?" he said lukewarmly.

There were a few giggles in the venue.Rita Skeeter asked pointedly: "Will the rivalry between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters carry over to the Gringotts board?"

"I don't think that's right," Harry said quietly.

Rita Skeeter glanced at the Dark Lord, but to her disappointment, she couldn't see any meaning in the way he looked at Potter. "But you can't guarantee it won't happen."

"It's not up to me."

Harry said calmly, "Why don't you ask Voldemort?"

This name was swept by like a cold wind, making the whole venue feel like a needle. Voldemort calmly accepted the hot question thrown by the boy, "I have no intention of tearing up the armistice agreement." "Is the change in your attitude related to Mr. Potter's actions in the attack last night?" Rita Skeeter trembled Asking the question majestically, Harry saw her rosy-painted nails clutching the notebook, the ornate quill twisting in her hand.

"Perhaps." Voldemort said softly, "I don't deny that the cooperation with the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not too bad." His dark red eyes fell on the female reporter, and this time Rita Skeeter understood what he meant.

"So, you look forward to healthy competition between the two sides?"

"This should be reflected after the armistice agreement." Voldemort expressed his attitude.

Harry's eyes blurred for a moment, and this was the first time Voldemort had openly leaned toward peace—he blinked hard, watching Voldemort's lips part and then suddenly felt a little thirsty.

This almost caused every reporter to answer and change their attitude in an uproar, and there were bursts of rustling quill writing in the venue.

"My question is over."

Rita Skeeter's dry words interrupted Harry's daze. He saw the female reporter sitting down in a trance, the quill broke free from her hand, and quickly wrote on the notebook.

It wasn't just her, the reporters were almost testing Voldemort's political orientation in the future.He almost manages the tempo with ease.Can let them get a little information but can't fully understand.Harry could almost imagine the uproar caused by the news.And when sunlight slid into the venue through the windows, the press conference was over.

Harry and the Order of the Phoenix left Malfoy Manor in a carriage.

When they flew into the sky, Ron still couldn't believe it: "I said, he really gave it to you? This is a wizard's shirt, and there are only a few of them." "Do you want it?" Harry said He said helplessly, not unexpectedly seeing his friend put away his envious eyes in an instant, and shook his head in horror.

He couldn't help but look at Hermione and smiled.

Smiling, Harry looked out the window of the carriage. The buildings on the ground were already as small as models, and Malfoy Manor was only a slightly larger one.He thought, he knew what gift to give Voldemort.If the other party really no longer wants to start a war.

It was already early morning when we returned to LeMay Manor.

The carriage landed in the sprouting grass, and Pegasus flapped its wings and roared excitedly, "Hey, little ones, don't get excited! Don't get excited! — Oh, no, your food is ready." Hagrid's The loud voice made Harry and his two friends look surprised, "Hagrid!"

Harry jumped out of the carriage, his expression of joy froze, he couldn't help but find that Hagrid was wearing his frightening brown dress robe, and Madame Maxime was standing not far away, with a smile on her face.He also saw Mr. Malfoy standing in the corridor farther away without saying a word, showing no intention of coming.

Soon, Harry knew what was going on. "Harry, Ron, Hermione—" Hagrid strode over, accompanied by a strong smell of bad cologne, which was ten times stronger before they could react—Hagrid forced Hugging them tightly, Harry felt a faint pain in his ribs...

"I've heard it all, capable little ones," he said in a buzzing voice.

After finally waiting for Hagrid to let go of his arm, Harry tried his best not to grin his teeth so much: "Me too, are you okay?"

"It's cold up north." Hagrid lowered his voice, but Harry thought it was still as loud as thunder.Then he watched as the half-giant rubbed his palms and pulled his arm aside.Hagrid's bearded cheeks were unusually flushed. "Harry, after Beauxbaton's accident, Madame Maxime has been running around with me, I mean, for Merlin's sake, can she join us?"

Harry wanted to help Hagrid very much, but he could only say apologetically, "She still has to get past Mr. Moody first." "Oh, of course, of course..." Hagrid said with some embarrassment.

"Hagrid, don't get me wrong," Harry stared at Hagrid with emerald green eyes, "As a friend, I would like to promise you, but doing so is irresponsible to others, not that I don't trust Madam Maxime , It just makes everyone more at ease." Hagrid blinked his eyes as bright as a black beetle, and bent over to look at him, "Harry, you remind me of Dumbledore."

For a moment, Harry's mood was a little complicated. He thought of the principal's help to him, and the fact that he was a Horcrux in the end.He shook his head, "I'll recommend her to Mr. Moody, Hagrid." "Thank you, Harry," said Hagrid sincerely.Somehow, the smell of neglected perfume stimulated Harry's nose again, and he couldn't help but say, "Where did you buy your perfume?"

"Does it smell good?"

Hagrid grinned. "I made this myself. Too bad I ran out. I'll make more if you need it."

"…Thank you, Hagrid."

It wasn't until the two half giants went to deal with Pegasus that they breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry used several fresh airs for himself. "Doesn't he know how strong the perfume is on his body?" Ron supported his knees, and before he could recover, Hermione conjured up a cup filled with clean water and handed it to him.

She was just about to say that this was not the first time, when Harry said, "Hagrid said he made it himself, and he will make another for us next time." Harry held back a smile and nodded solemnly, "That's what he said just now."

After Harry's guards returned to the manor to rest, Harry whispered to his two friends: "Mr. Malfoy invited me to the new magic fair yesterday, do you want to go together?" Ron and Hermione They looked at each other, their eyes lit up. "Like Diagon Alley?"

"I don't know." Harry already knew the answer. "Okay, I'll try to convince Mr. Malfoy."

"Please." Ron winked.

Along the corridor, Lucius Malfoy was standing next to a magical sculpture, his dark blue robe made him look a bit serious.His gray-blue eyes looked at the young leader who was approaching, "Mr. Malfoy, I kept you waiting." Harry saw Lucius' eyes fall on his dark robes that flowed dimly in the sun, His expression suddenly froze.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.