Doomed to be an enemy

When they walked out of the store, Mr. Malfoy's face was still not very good-looking.He looked at Ron and Hermione who were already waiting at the appointed place, and said bluntly, "Don't forget what you promised."

"Of course." Harry said with subtle firmness.Seeing Hermione holding a brand new copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand, frowning and discussing something with Ron in a low voice, he couldn't help but smile, "I won't let that happen." Lucius With a short snort, he adjusted his robe slowly, and his expression returned to his usual cold and reserved look.

"Harry—"

As soon as they approached, Ron found them vigilantly, and he seemed relieved for a moment.Hermione, who was discussing something with him, looked a little dignified:

"I think you'll have to read this." She handed Harry the Daily Prophet, looking rather worried.

"The Fairy's Revenge!The beginning of a rebellion? "

The bright headline occupies the most conspicuous layout.That made Harry stop smiling, take the paper, and read it hastily. "He puts all the blame on the goblin," said Hermione quickly.And Harry read the entire article without saying a word, and found out that it was written by Rita Skeeter as expected.There is a piece of inconspicuous news near the crack:

...Among the participants, there was only one poor child named Angus who was harmed by an irreversible spell.Sarangana Leon, Carlisle Mitter were also receiving treatment at the same time...

To be honest, it's really unremarkable.

"This woman is stoking people's emotions." Harry stared at the words "The bloodiest goblin rebellion in page 13" in the newspaper, and almost laughed angrily, "Why didn't she say that the latest goblin rebellion was resolved through peaceful negotiations What about it?" Ron shrugged, "That's too boring to say, it's not like this one—" He let out a pained cry, and closed his mouth to cover his ribs that were stabbed by Hermione.

Lucius Malfoy coughed, startling the three young wizards. Facing the appearance of Ron and Hermione who had just realized his existence, Lucius smiled ironically: "I don't think there is any Talking about this kind of thing in the street is a smart move."

So, they sat in a spacious cold drink shop.

The shop owner was a sorrel-haired wizard, who greeted them almost enthusiastically: "Mr. The mouth grew wide: "You, are you Mr. Potter?"

The already quiet shop suddenly became audible.The bundles of gazes made the back of Harry's neck numb: "Yes." Only then did he realize that the hair on his forehead had become disheveled after the confrontation with Lucius, revealing the scar underneath.Most of the people who came to the soda shop were young wizards, either with their families or alone.This made the scene somewhat chaotic, and almost everyone wanted to meet the leader of the Order of the Phoenix who had been sheltering them.

"Is he Harry Potter?" a child asked his mother.

It was as if he had returned to the morning when he first learned of his identity, but this time Harry felt a little heavy in his stomach.He glanced thoughtfully at Lucius, and the Malfoy gave him a perfect smirk. "I forgot to mention that the market has not yet been named, we agreed that it would be more appropriate for Mr Porter to name it."

"Oh, is that true?"

"Daddy, can I tell him?" "Of course, honey."

The wizards seemed to be approaching this way, and Harry couldn't help but want to stand up, but Lucius held his shoulders beside him, "I thought you were used to this kind of scene." He said nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter."

Harry fidgeted as he accepted the thanks from the older wizards, some of whom even took off their hats and bowed.Then stand aside and don't leave.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. Bought a store here and run some gadgets." A young man with freckles said incoherently, "I mean, if you go to my place, you must Give you the best discount."

There was a good-natured laugh from the crowd.

"Thank you." Harry couldn't help but smile too.A child who was not as tall as his father's waist was leaning on the table and staring at him, "You look so pretty when you smile." He whispered. "Hey, Alan, you can't say that." His father was a somewhat down-and-out wizard, and he seemed a little embarrassed when he heard the words.

Amidst the laughter of the wizards, Little Alan shrank his neck, as if he wanted to hide himself under the table, but still stared at Harry with his eyes open, "Can you build a monument in the square? My mother is gone, I miss her." Harry was taken aback, he instinctively put away his smile, and looked at Alan's father.

"Sorry." The other party picked up his son from under the table, "Alan's mother participated in the French campaign and failed to come back." He whispered.

Harry was startled, staring at Alan, who was not yet five years old: "Maybe it's me who should say sorry."

"No, she is our pride."

They sat in this cold drink shop for a whole noon, and not only settled on the name of this magic market - "Sindrick", but also finalized the landmark building in it - the nearly 150-foot-tall lighthouse The monument, the names of all the soldiers who died will be magically inscribed on it.Be a part of guarding this magical bazaar.

"Oh, Harry, you really should take a look around, it's much more spacious than Diagon Alley." Ron said enthusiastically.They left the magic bazaar with several shrunken parchments tied into a bundle, and a large box of ice cream from the store. "How about letting Fred and George open a branch here? Diagon Alley is too dangerous. Mom wants them to close their business a long time ago."

"That's a good idea." Hermione said hesitantly, "But it hasn't been built yet." She vaguely signaled the existence of Mr. Malfoy who was walking in front.Ron shut his mouth immediately: "That's the property Harry invested in." He added in a low voice.

"Here we are." Lucius said suddenly, "This is beyond the range where apparation is prohibited." He turned around, "Do you need me to take you back?" Although he was asking, those gray-blue eyes He just looked at Harry. "No, we'll just Apparate." Harry said, shaking his head.

Lucius nodded, and then set his eyes on Ron - which made the latter a little uneasy. "Mr. Weasley, you are welcome to invest in Cinderick. For Mr. Potter's sake, as one of the financial directors of the Magic Bazaar, I can give you a [-]% discount."

Contrary to the slightly drawn out tone, there was a rather sincere smile on his face.

"Farewell, then, Mr. Potter." Lucius nodded gracefully at Harry, and Apparated.

Ron said uncertainly: "Just now, was there a Malfoy smiling at me?" He shivered, "Merlin, this is really not an ordinary horror. I have to tell Fred and George to get rid of it as soon as possible." The idea. But then again, I don't quite trust him."

"At least for now we don't have to doubt it."

Harry thought about the news in the newspaper, and said absently.It is undeniable that Voldemort's move almost pushed the goblin to a bad situation, and I am afraid that the previous bills to protect rights and interests will not be accepted by some wizards.He wanted to tell himself not to be so sensitive, but Harry couldn't help wondering if people slowly accepted the status of goblins as a result, would it mean they also accepted Voldemort's concept?

This silence lasted until returning to the LeMay estate.They met Greer, the leader of the werewolf, who hurried over in the hall. "Oh, Mr. Potter—" he seemed taken aback, bowed to Harry hesitantly, "it's great to meet you, I'm sorry we couldn't help you in the French campaign." Mr. Liel?" Harry was taken aback, he didn't expect this werewolf who was always reserved and prudent to suddenly be so polite, "We all know that the dark breath of vampires will induce the bloodthirsty nature of werewolves, so you don't need to apologize."

"Yes, yes..." Greer smiled awkwardly under his whiskers, and he looked quite nervous.

What was weird was not only the slightly flattering tone of the other party, but also the absent-minded glance towards the basement from time to time. Harry frowned, "Mr. Greer, are you here to see Mr. Flamel?" "No, of course... Yes." Greer took a deep breath, "Mr. Potter, I heard that you have an antidote to Wolfsbane—a real, complete antidote! Is this true?" His voice trembled , staring at Harry almost continuously.

Harry immediately understood what the other person was thinking, exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione, raised his head and said, "That's right, but we need to ask Mr. Flamel for details."

"That's really nice."

Greer couldn't help grinning, as if a taut string had suddenly loosened, and Harry caught sight of the water in the corner of his eye. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about this... potion." "Actually, I just got the news. I'm afraid I have to give you an answer later." Harry looked at this man with a calm expression. , but the werewolf leader with uneasy eyes, pursed his lips tightly, but still did not change his mind.

Greer looked disappointed. "Well, I understand." He declined the house-elf's tea and left as hurriedly as he had come.

"Harry, what are your plans?" Ron asked curiously as they sat on the sofa in the living room.They frantically put the parchment roll aside, and the sofa was dented.Harry looked at the two friends who asked with their eyes, "Speaking of werewolves, do you know how many wizards there are in total?"

"Maybe tens of thousands?" Ron was asked.

"There is no specific number. Since the first wizard who was bitten by the Miru black wolf mutated into a werewolf, new werewolves have been born every year..." Hermione showed a thoughtful look, and her tone became more and more rapid, "I I checked this by the way when I was making the periodic table of the moon. The Miru black wolf is a very ancient magical creature, which is extinct now. There are also wizards who say that the complete antidote of wolfsbane needs its heart-I think that is nonsense. But In any case, without the source, there is no way to research the antidote.”

Harry nodded: "So, if you don't count the werewolves born because of being bitten every year, this population should be very limited." Ron scratched his head and said, "I don't know, it shouldn't be comparable to the number of wizards, or else Lu Professor Ping wouldn't have been unable to find a decent job." He whispered, "Harry, can this potion really cure Wolfsbane?"

"I don't know yet. But if it's possible, Moonface will definitely be the first to be cured." Harry smiled, "Of course, and Bill."

Ron seemed relieved all of a sudden, and grinned too.

Hermione looked at the two of them, and her gaze finally fell on Harry, "Then why didn't you just agree to Greer? He looked very disappointed." Harry shook his head, hesitating a bit: "Actually, I have an idea You see, in addition to the disadvantages of being contagious by biting others, werewolves also have various disadvantages such as bloodthirsty, rage, and being unable to control themselves when the moon is full. I can hardly find any good places—maybe strength is a big deal —I mean if we have the antidote, why don't we help more people become normal again?"

Ron opened his mouth in surprise.

"You mean—"

Hermione also became surprised, "Oh my god, don't you think..." Harry nodded, his emerald green eyes were full of shocking firmness, "Think about it, if one werewolf is cured, one less will be lost, sir. Some wizards still hope to get rid of their identity as werewolves, and curing these wizards is equivalent to saving them." "And a small number of bloodthirsty fallen werewolves," Harry paused, "are also collected by Voldemort. They also drank the antidote, and maybe there will be no werewolves in the wizarding world in the future."