Doomed to be an enemy

"well said!"

In the quiet air, crisp applause sounded, and Sia Flamel stood at the door wearing a dyed colorful robe, "Remus, it seems that Harry's 'ambition' is bigger than yours." The tone was joking explain.Remus Lupine chuckled, looking at Harry with warmth in his eyes: "Thank you, Harry."

Harry was a little embarrassed: "You're welcome, we don't know how the medicine works..."

"It seems so." Sia Lemay smiled and showed a suddenly realized expression, "I thought you were very sure."

Harry's face flushed a little.

Remus Lupine kindly helped him out: "Actually, it's almost the same." Seeing the three young wizards suddenly refreshed, he couldn't help laughing, "Of course, the potion needs to be taken for three consecutive months." Haha Leigh couldn't help but stood up and said, "So, you're completely cured?" His gaze passed the impassive Thea's face and landed on the smiling Remus Lupine.The latter nodded under their expectant and nervous eyes.

"As long as I don't transform into a full moon, it means I'm cured," he added.

"Great!" Harry felt a happy ball swell in his chest, and he couldn't help showing a silly smile, while Sia Flamel showed a horrible expression, and said with disgust, "I didn't teach this. ' he said to Lupine.

Anyway, they ate Monsieur Flamel's potato stew with the guards who had just woken up, and discussed the first Order of the Phoenix meeting since the Battle of France.According to Hermione, the seat theory proposed by Mr. Malfoy is still a very good idea, but it is a little different.Members of the Order of the Phoenix are not Slytherins, and the concept of worshiping the strong has not reached that point.If this matter is not handled properly, it may cause everyone's dissatisfaction, so Hermione thinks that it is more important to make these seats an established fact than to announce it directly.

"It's just a title, I think they'd care more about the practical stuff," Hermione whispered.They were on their way to the kitchen with their stacks of dishes in their arms. There was no sound in the quiet hallway, and the Silencing Charm kept their conversation safe. "I also don't think it's good to bring the Slytherin thing over." Ron couldn't help but said, "Otherwise, Gryffindor wouldn't have been fighting against each other for so many years. Can you imagine how many Gryffindors there are in our Order of the Phoenix?" Warrior of Fendor?" He grinned.

"You're right." Harry had to put the matter aside, and they went into the kitchen to empty the dishes into the sink—there were no house-elves, and there were no wizards in this marble hall. "However, we will face the NEWT exam soon, have you reviewed?"

"Oh, Merlin..." Hermione's face changed, "I forgot about it."

"This is really not common." Ron showed a bitter face with a smile that was uglier than crying, "I heard that they set the exam in June. Before the holiday, Professor McGonagall wanted to give us a grand graduation ceremony. Think I want to see what will happen if I fail the NEWT exam."

"You should be glad the professor didn't let us take the final exam." Hermione frowned, took out her wand and poked the pool, and the water automatically started to rinse the dishes. "We're going to have to rev up after this meeting, oh I can't believe I haven't read any of those Year [-] books. I don't want to fail the NEWT - especially Harry!"

Harry opened his mouth, thinking that he could go to London to find Voldemort for tutoring this evening, and felt a little guilty for no reason: "Uh... there will always be a way, Hermione."

"Given Harry's status, we can't take tutoring from wizards from the Order of the Phoenix," the witch said quickly, "I will make a schedule, and I think the three of us can go together." "That can only be done in the morning, six There must be no one to bother you before one o'clock." Ron scratched his head and said, "The Order of the Phoenix has a lot of official business, and Harry probably doesn't have that much time at night."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt guilty that his two best friends were thinking of himself, but he couldn't tell them the truth.

The house at 24 Enfield was warmly lit, and when Harry arrived, Voldemort was using his wand to lower a large stack of books to the ground.Harry refused to think about its thickness and the amount of knowledge it contained.He suddenly felt that it was silly for him to hold his schoolbag.

"On time, Harry."

"We have three hours." Harry was sure he saw a smile in those dark red eyes.The room changed, heavy velvet curtains covered all the windows, the fireplace was cleaned of dust, bright flames drove the dampness from the air.A beautiful desk is placed in the middle, and two comfortable-looking arm sofas are placed close together.

"These books are...?" Harry walked around the pile of magic books with some difficulty, and his robe was still bitten by a monster's monster book. "Oh, no—" Harry lowered his head in annoyance and tried to stroke the spine of the book, but Voldemort waved his wand, and the book was turned into a ball of sand. "I didn't bring this one with me." To be honest, he hadn't read this biting book for a long time, since Hagrid stopped coaching. "It's okay, I'm still fully prepared." Voldemort said, waving his wand gracefully again, and the ball of sand gathered itself together and turned back into a book—only this time even Harry could see that it was being honest a lot of.

Harry couldn't imagine watching himself being turned into sand, but he wouldn't feel sorry for the guy, he thought.

"How did you do it?" Harry was surprised and curious, "There seems to be magic that prohibits transformation." You must know that there was more than one person who wanted to do this back then, but failed without exception.Honestly Harry wasn't surprised that the Dark Lords could do what they couldn't.

What responded to him was Voldemort's casual expression, "It's a trick." He curled up his injured left little finger calmly, "With your current level of Transfiguration, you can do it easily." They sat on the sofa, Harry put his schoolbag heavily on the ground. "I brought all the textbooks, you don't want me to review them all?" Harry said, rubbing his shoulders.

"Almost." Voldemort said slowly, seeing the boy stop and watch him, he couldn't help being more cautious and tactful, "Your goal is to get all O's, and I'll help you summarize the key points. We have no room for failure." "But I have learned a lot." Harry was not convinced, the attitude of the other party was as if he had spent the past few years in vain.

"Alright alright."

Voldemort took a step back—Harry wasn't too satisfied with the coaxing tone of the other party, watching the white and thin fingers pick up a stack of handwritten exam questions from the table and signaled, "Herbology, mock questions for grades one to seven, if You can pass—" He looked at his boy with hesitation on purpose, and sure enough, he saw fire in those emerald green eyes.

"That `s a deal."

Harry almost laughed angrily.He took all the papers away and looked through them one by one. Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and was satisfied to see the boy's brows gradually frowned, and he started to work on the problem without saying a word.It was not in vain that he took the time to revisit modern herbal medicine.In fact, most of the books here are not for Harry, but for him to consult.The development of magic is very slow, but there are still differences and improvements.In the past Voldemort only focused on practicality, but now he was not so comprehensive when he had to deal with the ultimate wizard level exam.It is necessary to know that some theoretical knowledge points are quite strict.

Voldemort stared at the boy unconsciously biting the pen holder, and he wanted to sigh a little. The feeling of re-preparing for NEWT after decades of graduation was quite subtle.With his current status and means, it is not difficult to get the test questions in advance, but his boy may not agree with such assistance.

Voldemort smiled slightly, waiting patiently for Harry's test paper.

He believed it would be "wonderful."

The handwriting on the paper was elegant and beautiful. Harry perked up. He didn't think Voldemort would ask a simple question. Harry stared at question 75:

What are all the properties of a mandrake?

I found that the five thoughtful blanks below seemed to be mocking, oh, he only wrote three.

A whole set of questions sat down, and Harry was a little frustrated, except for the seventh grade paper, he could answer almost every question, but none of them could fill the blank line Voldemort had kindly left.

"It seems that I don't need to say more." Voldemort browsed the paper with the expected tone.Harry endured and endured, before he asked, "What other properties does the Mandrake have?" He had only read the textbooks at the beginning, and the sound of crying could kill people and dispel petrification, but the maturity period was only three months... Haha Leigh's head aches from thinking about it and he doesn't remember a fourth, let alone a fifth.

"I noticed that you wrote three points." Voldemort quickly found the question, and his expression was not at all surprised, "This is the description in the textbook, but in addition to brewing the potion to remove the petrification effect, use its stem juice directly It can have a strong anesthetic effect, and extracting some of its aroma components is also the first choice for making aphrodisiacs.”

Harry listened in amazement, Voldemort could cite several examples without even turning the pages of the book, including an aphrodisiac he had concocted in his youth that was said to work well.Harry, who was almost fascinated by listening to it, came back to his senses and blushed suddenly. He began to understand why these "repetitions" were not described in the textbook.

"As long as it is an aphrodisiac made from plants, the aroma of the mandrake can make the effect even stronger." Voldemort showed a charming smile knowingly, and said leisurely regardless of the boy's embarrassment, "The herbal medicine is worth so much for so long." In general, which parts are usually available?"

Harry shook his head, trying to ignore the heat on his cheeks, "Tubers, seeds, leaves, roots."

"It's like your answer to question 135. Strictly speaking, there's nothing wrong with it." Voldemort said bluntly, "But the whole plant can also be used directly, for example—" His eyes were a little teasing, "Gillwort."

Harry frowned instinctively, and he remembered the creamy taste like a mouse's tail.

"Well, you're right."

"of course."

Harry found that Voldemort's erudition was simply terrifying, and a lot of knowledge from textbooks could not fully answer the other party's questions.This requires a wider reading and a strong memory.

After discovering this, Harry didn't care much about how many questions he got wrong, but watched in awe as Voldemort and Liu Changchang extended the answers to other knowledge points, and when he realized that most of the questions had already been solved unconsciously It's over.The magic clock pointed to eleven o'clock and made a crisp ding-dong sound, and a series of soothing harp sounds interrupted their teaching on fang geranium picking. For the first time, Harry had a feeling of unfinished business, and he began to understand why Hermione liked learning so much up.

"It's late, it's time for you to rest." Voldemort waved his wand, and the messy parchments on the table disappeared automatically, and all the books jumped aside by themselves to form a pile.

"You too." Harry said slowly, his emerald green eyes fixed on the man, "Thank you, Voldemort." The Dark Lord's expression froze, and he stretched out his finger to touch the boy's cheek, "No, Harry, I I said I will give you the best." Voldemort pressed his fingertips against the boy's lips, "You are the only wizard in the world who doesn't have to tell me that."

"However, for the sake of my hard work, shouldn't there be some rewards?" His dark red eyes became darker and more dangerous. "Then what do you want?" Harry said hesitantly, feeling for the first time the downside of being indebted. Voldemort approached the boy's cheek and kissed lightly. Harry instinctively chased those lips that were full of magic, but the man pinched his jaw, and sucked the kiss ambiguously and forcefully, until the man's body covered him, and the two rolled into one another. In the soft four-poster that suddenly appeared—

Suddenly, Harry said, "It's those two armchairs..."

"That..." Voldemort showed a pleasant smile, "It's an advanced transfiguration technique."