Doomed to be an enemy

The sunset glow shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study in LeMay Manor, and the half-extinguished fire makes the warmth in the air still linger.Harry rummaged through the desk for a while, but couldn't find the letters Hermione was talking about - in fact, the official business was still the same as it was before he left.

"Perhaps Hermione wants to have private contact with Ron." Harry couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.Since when did the friendship between the three of them become secretive?First, his relationship with Voldemort, and then the two good friends began to have their own secrets, and even Hermione told such an obvious lie... Fingertips touched the smooth surface of the table, Harry tried hard to put this restless All emotions were thrown at Voldemort's head.

"It's all because of that guy—" he thought a little ruefully.That's right, without the Dark Lord, there would be no Order of the Phoenix, and without the Order of the Phoenix, the three of them might still be worrying about the ultimate wizard level exam in school.Staring at the increasingly brilliant sunset, Harry suddenly didn't want to see Voldemort, or rather, he didn't want to go tonight.

Malfoy Manor.

At this time, Voldemort, who was also looking at the bloody glow outside the window, had rarely spared two hours to prepare lessons for his favorite boy, was in a delicate mood.Although the magic barrier and the long distance weakened the connection between him and Harry, the boy's heartfelt voice and emotions were not blurred yet.

"Owner--"

"Come in."

Closing the seventh grade herbalism textbook in his hand, Voldemort put aside the book that had suddenly become the cover of "Advanced Dark Arts" as if nothing had happened.He casually walked around the large table and sat down in the luxurious armchair.Under the blood-colored sunset, those dark red eyes reflected a magnificent and dazzling light.

"Severus, I hope you have brought me good news." Voldemort put his slender fingers together and murmured softly, almost gracefully.Severus Snape's sallow complexion looked even more haggard, with strands of greasy hair sticking to his cheeks, only his eyes, which were as dark and hollow as ever, showed a bit of manliness.

"The kinkilling potion is basically stable and can be used at any time." His tone was uncommonly fluctuating, and he held up a crystal bottle that was almost the same color as the sunset.No, not the color of the bottle, but the liquid inside. Voldemort waved his wand, and the crystal bottle flew down in his hand.

The crystal clear liquid swayed, as if it had stirred up countless turbid blood, which was impenetrable, but when one looked carefully, it was as clear as crystal.

The color of sunset.

Voldemort looked at it, admiring the vicious curse that was almost pouring out of the bottle, as cold as bone marrow.A smile gradually appeared on his handsome face: "Stay back, Severus."

Snape bowed silently and saluted, his eyes slid over the corner of the stacked books on the table, puzzled by the strong hallucinatory fluctuations on them, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at a few potions that he had used in teaching in the past Textbooks... Snape didn't say anything, and exited the room without any strange expression.

Then the only blood on his face seemed to disappear with the sunset light that closed the room.Why did the Dark Lord flip through Hogwarts textbooks?With a curse in his heart, Snape hurried back to the potions laboratory. He couldn't think of any other reason except for the ultimate wizard level examination recently organized by the Ministry of Magic.

And the only one who can make the Dark Lord spend his time doing something is the boy in the prophecy.

Snape randomly pulled out a blank piece of parchment from the pile of potion records, and quickly wrote two lines of scribbled words with a black quill.He had to get the news to the people who should know, but he couldn't use the owl, the fireplace, or even the Patronus. For a while, Snape frowned and stared at the letters on it. Suddenly his eyes sharpened, and he quickly took out his wand and pulled out a dusty box in the corner of the room.Some books that were about to fall apart were thrown inside, Snape pursed his lips and magically cleaned them out, and finally found a dusty glass at the bottom.

It was like an irregular lens chosen at random after breaking a whole mirror.Just as unkempt as its original owner.

Snape picked it up with disgust, stuck the parchment on it with magic, and as a pile of potions books were thrown back into the box again, the lens was pressed to the bottom again.

In the study of the Flamel Manor, Harry waited for a long time, until the sunset was about to disappear, and his stomach protested before he walked slowly.He thought that Ron and Hermione were no longer there, but he didn't expect to hear Hermione's almost stern voice looming halfway up the stairs:

"You can't do this, what do you make them think? Harry managed to win everyone's support!"

Harry was taken aback, he realized that he had stepped into the range of the Silencing Charm, he subconsciously restrained the magic power on the surface of his body, the subtle fluctuations were ignored by the witch in emotion.Then he heard Ron's sullen tone: "Of course I know this, but look, even Malfoy has become the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, ha, he turned out to be a Death Eater—"

Ron's tone seemed a little irritated, and he said bluntly.

"Ronald." Harry could almost imagine Hermione frowning, and she pointed out sharply, "You can't be jealous because of this, Mr. Malfoy has helped us win a lot of foreign aid during this time, he really Extraordinary diplomacy. Not to mention that Mr Weasley is not disgruntled."

"I said, it's not jealousy—!" Ron raised his voice and interrupted her, his tone was a little urgent, "You know my father and Malfoy have been at odds for many years. It used to be in the Ministry of Magic, but now Every time we meet, although Lucius Malfoy doesn't say anything, it can be seen that he looks down on my father." Ron looked more and more annoyed.

"Me, Fred, and George have all joined the Order of the Phoenix. Dad has more experience than us. Why can't we add one more seat?"

For a moment, the only sound in the living room was Ron's angry panting.After a while, Hermione spoke hoarsely:

"It's not a matter of adding a seat. Mr. Malfoy certainly has his own arrogance, but haven't you noticed that since he came to the Order of the Phoenix and met Mr. Weasley, have you not ridiculed him? Remember our What did he say when the second grade met in Diagon Alley? Think again, has he continued to do this since he came to the Order of the Phoenix?"

Ron's panting subsided slightly, he seemed to think for a while, and said uncertainly: "It seems not."

"Oh? Have you ever wondered why?"

Hermione didn't wait for an answer, but continued, "That's because of you, Ron. We're good friends with Harry, and always have been. Remember how nervous we were going to meetings when we first started? Although those grown-ups back then No, but I know they're only keeping silent because of Harry's reputation as the savior. After all this time, Harry, you, and I have won most of the approval."

Hermione took a deep breath and slowed down her tone almost word by word:

"Ron, haven't you thought about one thing? Even if Mr. Malfoy becomes one of the seats, he can't compare with you. This is the reason why he made the change."

There was a moment of silence, as if Ron was a little at a loss for this conclusion. It took him a long time to say in a daze, "You just said—me?" Harry could almost imagine the flushed cheeks of the red-haired boy, as if he had become a goalkeeper Just as tense as the first Quidditch game.

"That's right." Hermione's tone seemed helpless, "To put it bluntly, in this respect, Mr. Malfoy is the one who needs to be jealous of you."

Ron seemed a little unbelievable, and stammered, "I, I don't know, I mean I never thought about it, Hermione, is what you said true?"

"It's true."

Hermione sighed and whispered, "Ron, please, don't bring this up to Harry - it'll make him hard." "Well, I mean, I'll think about it - You know, I'm not as much as you think," Ron muttered under his breath.Harry slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the voices of the two friends gradually fade away.Moving his numb legs, he went downstairs carefully.It was really embarrassing at that moment.Harry noticed keenly that although Hermione had calmed Ron, the reasons were not so tenable.After all, Mr. Malfoy's attitude may indeed come from Ron's cognition, which made Harry realize that Mr. Weasley missed many opportunities during his recuperation, so that even if he wanted to help Ron now, he would not So simple.

Harry frowned in confusion. He always thought that with Ron, Bill, and Charlie around, at least Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley should not be involved, maybe he shouldn't do it?Harry didn't think it was right for him to talk to Ron about it until he had figured it out - yes, he didn't think he'd have an honest conversation with his friend.

When everyone sat together at dinner, Harry seemed a little preoccupied.Hermione found him and sat next to him, "Hey, Harry," the witch neatly added a few pieces of pine nut bread and a bowl of thick soup to her plate. "Why are you alone?" Harry looked towards the stairs, but there was no sign of Ron.

"I'm starving."

Harry watched as Hermione quickly wiped out a pine nut bread, dragged over a plate of lamb stew, and explained to Harry, "He's upstairs and doesn't really want to come down for dinner. I promised to help him up." ’” Hermione mumbled, instinctively whispering, “Harry, do you know what Ron likes to eat?” “I should pay more attention to these.” “What do you think of roast beef and sausages?”

Harry knew that Hermione was nervous, talking incoherently.He tried to keep his tone as relaxed as possible: "Do chicken legs count?"

"anything else?"

"Uh...fried potatoes?" Harry wasn't very sure. To be honest, if it wasn't for the extraordinary intimacy, as good friends, who would pay attention to what each other likes to eat?He gave Hermione a helpless look. "I think Ron will find anything you serve delicious."

"Well, maybe you're right."

Hermione seemed embarrassed when he took it.

Harry said at the right time: "I'm full, you choose slowly." He took off the napkin, and there was a sound of the chair moving, "But Harry, you don't seem to eat much." Hermione saw that there was almost nothing on his plate. moving dinner.

"I'm not very hungry."

Harry waved his hand, and the door to Ron's room was still shut when he climbed the stairs.His footsteps slowed down, and finally returned to his room in silence.

It was almost dark already.His schoolbag was on the floor, and his herbalism textbook was spread out on the bed.Harry threw himself into the soft mattress, and continued to browse from the place he had reviewed before.While comparing notes from Voldemort.On the cover of the black leather book, there are beautiful round characters printed with magic without trace:

of harry potter

It was all Voldemort's handwriting.Harry found himself looking at it without paying attention for a long time, shook his head quickly, and began to memorize it by rote in distress.

It wasn't until after eight o'clock in the evening that LeMay Manor became quiet.Harry quietly picked up his wand and changed into a black robe.His guards had already rested at about this time, only strange noises came from the basement from time to time-it was Mr. Flamel's magic experiment.

"Harry."

Going out from the hall, bypassing the tall magic pillars, Harry has come to the gate.But he saw that the older wizard had been leaning against the wall and seemed to have been waiting for a while—it was strange that he hadn't noticed anyone there before with his vigilance.For a moment, Harry felt his heart constrict and beat like a drum.This made his face turn slightly pale.

"Monsieur Flamel," he greeted dryly.

"Looks like I guessed right, you were the one who went out last night, right?" Sia Flame walked out of the shadows, and he thoughtfully looked at Harry's inconspicuous clothes, a robe with colorful spots splashed with unknown potions Quite odd, but Harry couldn't help but laugh.

He thought that he had forgotten that the owner of the manor would sense that someone was coming and going. It was reasonable for people to come and go during the day, but now it was time to go to bed, so it seemed too prominent.

Thinking about this, Harry felt bitter in his mouth:

"Yes, Mr. Flamel. I, I'm going to—" He couldn't say a word for a long time, and his mind went blank.This, on the contrary, made the elder confirm his thoughts even more.

"Don't worry, Harry, it happens to everyone."

Xi Ya interrupted him understandingly, showing a teasing smile, "May I have the honor to know which girl made our leader so obsessed."

Cold sweat drenched Harry's back, and the black robe stuck to his back a little sticky.Cia Flamel's words hit his ears like a thunderbolt, "No, that's not the case—" Harry stammered instinctively.Only then did he understand what M. Flamel said.

"Oh, is that so?" Sia Lemay blinked and didn't ask any further questions knowingly. Instead, she took out three small glass bottles from her pocket. The ambiguous pink color made them look cute and seductive.He smiled ambiguously, "This is the incense potion I used to play with when I was young. It will not harm the body and restore energy. Just open the lid."

He stuffed them all to the boy, "Have a nice night, Harry." Seeing that Harry's startled face turned red a little bit teasingly, Cia Flamay couldn't help laughing.

After the young leader hurriedly thanked him and slipped out of the gate, Xia stopped smiling and slapped his forehead, "Oh, I forgot to say that you can only use one bottle at a time—" He turned around in a hurry, but Harry Already Apparated.