Doomed to be an enemy

Voldemort was rarely present when Harry arrived at the house in London.Light the fireplace with a magic wand, and the golden red flames warm the room.

The wet and sticky sweat made people very uncomfortable. Harry sat in a chair closest to the fireplace, took out the shrunken schoolbag from his pocket, and "zoomed in quickly." The schoolbag quickly returned to its original size and was pressed against his knees. , Harry just took out his notebook and threw his schoolbag aside.

"The medicinal value and economic value of the poisonous tentacles..." "Cutting it off before it matures can cure paralysis." "The leaves of the poisonous tentacles actually have this effect?"

Harry muttered, remembering that Professor Slughorn once said that this thing has no price and is quite expensive.The memory also involved the eight-eyed spider, and Harry remembered that Professor Slughorn was more excited to get Aragog's poison sac than he was to get the leaf of the poisonous tentacles.Harry couldn't help being curious, but thinking of the exam date, he had to gather his thoughts and continue to memorize his notes.

Harry's memory is not photographic, and the NEWT exam is simply unrelaxing.However, without Voldemort explaining at the side, it seemed that even the efficiency was reduced, and it took a long time to turn a page. "Perhaps he does have potential to be a professor, Professor Voldemort..." Harry said so much that he laughed, and when he bent his legs, his bulging pockets took his attention away.

Harry took out the contents. It was the three potions that Mr. Flamel had given him.

"Shouldn't it be the love potion?" He looked suspiciously at the small bubbles in the pink potion.Harry felt that Sia would not give him that kind of thing, and it was an incense potion, which meant that he didn't need to drink it.Harry hesitated for a moment, Voldemort hadn't arrived anyway.He took out his wand, placed a dozing book on top of the stack, and polymorphed a glass bowl.

The pink liquid has a faint aroma, very light.A little farther away there is no smell. "Maybe it's not enough?" Harry scratched his hair and simply poured the other two potions into it.Instead, the fragrance became weaker. Harry moved closer to sniff it suspiciously, but couldn't smell the fragrance at all. At this time, there was a sound of wooden stairs downstairs, and Harry jumped up in surprise—with a little voice Unexplained panic.

Before Voldemort opened the door, he heard a cold howl, and subconsciously pointed his bone-colored wand at the source of the sound, and swallowed the curse in his mouth when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

"Harry?"

Voldemort was surprised to see a burning copy of "The Ancient Dark Arts" roaring down in mid-air, "Clear water is like a spring!" Robe, frantically casting a protective spell on the pile of books on the ground, while dodging the pounce in mid-air, looked very embarrassed.

Suddenly, the burning book froze in the air, and then exploded, and the black-gray ashes disappeared before they hit the ground. "Harry, can you explain why my book is biting you?" Voldemort lowered the tip of his wand, walking around a pile of books gleaming with defensive spells, his tone indifferent.

Harry came back to his senses, a little embarrassed: "I accidentally used it to practice Transfiguration just now."

Voldemort narrowed his dark red eyes, and looked suspiciously at the ashes on the floor, "Then you 'accidentally' threw it close to the fireplace?"

Harry just nodded.

"After burning it turned back—"Ancient Dark Arts" I remember this is your collection, so..."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, it was a good thing his boy was thinking of him, but Voldemort always felt something was wrong about it.He looked suspiciously at the fireplace, which made Harry nervous as he thought he was an idiot for throwing the bowl of unknown potion into the fireplace.

Potion...?

Being too close, the boy's inner voice could be sensed by him without any hindrance. Voldemort calmly swung a few cleaning spells, and the dust on the floor disappeared, and the floor became as clean as new.Even the burnt-smelling air returned to normal.

"So you just let it attack and don't fight back?"

"I thought you valued these books." Harry muttered and lifted the armor charm in the pile of books, and the shining spell light disappeared.

"This is sophistry." Voldemort unceremoniously saw through the other party's small thoughts, "I think you just feel that you have caused trouble and want to make up for it." He slowly approached the boy, and looked at Harry carefully, "Only one book I don’t think the book is enough, I hope you have nothing else to hide from me.”

Harry felt that something was wrong, but fortunately Voldemort didn't hold on to it anymore, he used magic to drag another chair over, and started tutoring like yesterday.This made Harry gradually relax.Seeing the boy's behavior in Voldemort's eyes, he thought about the so-called "potion" crossing out dangerous items such as poison, which would make his boy nervous and annoyed, and he didn't want him to know. Voldemort probably knew the so-called potion well. up.

Harry felt that it was not his own illusion. Voldemort could explain the knowledge points in the notes in an interesting and comprehensive way, which was more vivid and efficient than reading the notes by himself.And the questions summarized by the other party always require careful thinking to get full marks. He usually does not do the exercises so seriously. Maybe it is because of his poor self-esteem?Harry despised himself for a moment as he thought about it.

Harry felt like he had a tendency to be spoiled.

Time passed quickly, Voldemort relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair, his dark red eyes watched Harry's face buried in the question, and his eyes slowly slid down the boy's fair neck, young and straight back, and his broad shoulders. The upturned and elastic buttocks under the robe, the straight legs... The darkness in his eyes deepened, and Voldemort glanced at the quartz clock on the wall. He hadn't forgotten the boy's mischief in the morning.

"You did well. Herbology only has a ten-day review schedule. If you maintain such a correct rate, your test score will definitely be O." Voldemort said with satisfaction after reviewing the boy's test paper.Harry smiled unconsciously, and he was really relieved - it wasn't because of the so-called grades, Voldemort's must have made him happier than he imagined.

Voldemort took out his wand and waved it, and the two chairs joined together silently to form a large four-poster bed with dark green curtains. "Oh, wait—" Harry quickly took out his wand and reversed the Transfiguration, so the bed turned back into a chair.

"It seems that I don't have to worry about your Transfiguration results." Voldemort raised his eyebrows high, his fingertips gracefully stroking his wand, a bone-colored wand, "You have something to say."

"Some business."

Harry nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable under Voldemort's playful scrutiny. "The last time you said that the attack on the Italian blood clan headquarters was scheduled for mid-July, is it because there are NEWTs exams in June?"

Voldemort smiled, looking calm.

"With this consideration in mind, I think just reviewing will take up most of your time, and I don't need to say more about the danger of this operation."

"What are you going to do? Still go the French way?"

"No, my idea is to send someone to the border to set up a Portkey Reception Station, and then fly over no-man's land." Voldemort made the request without any loss, "So we need a lot of broomsticks. Speaking of this, I remember Qui The directors and team of Diqi Boutique are on your turf."

"Well, how much do you need?" Harry couldn't figure out how Voldemort got this information, and he didn't confirm it positively. "Brooms like the Firebolt may not have much production."

"At least twenty thousand."

A smile flashed across Voldemort's dark red eyes: "There is more than one Quidditch broom team in the wizarding world. I have already asked Germany to produce new brooms. The construction schedule is relatively tight. Of course it would be better if you were willing to help."

Harry was a little speechless. If the [-] brooms were divided equally between the two sides, the amount would be [-]. He calculated the just-abundant funds of the Order of the Phoenix, and found that taking this job could bring the Order of the Phoenix's finances back to one year in a short period of time. previous state.Ten thousand Firebolts?Harry felt his scalp tingle just thinking about it.He seems to have taken on a terrible job?

"Will there be so many people fighting by then?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Voldemort was amused by the boy's grimacing mental activity, "It's just a little bit more, the number of Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters is not so large, the remaining number will need to recruit volunteers for the next two months - temporarily join the Order of the Phoenix Join this war with the Death Eaters."

Harry was still a little uneasy: "But the number of vampires is much higher. If we only have 2 people—" "Harry," Voldemort interrupted his worry, looking at him with dark red eyes, "we don't need all To destroy them, you only need to capture the most powerful one alive and feed him the kinkilling potion."

"Do you have a goal?"

Voldemort said: "Two of the elders of the blood clan woke up. Revan woke up first, and then she awakened Glade. It is described in the literature that the two of them are lovers. The rest of the elders are not in the same camp as them. So the two blood clans You shouldn’t think about waking up these companions, and that’s the truth.”

"So, that's the two of us we're after," Harry murmured.

"More than that." Voldemort narrowed his dark red eyes, and said calmly, "The secret history of the blood clan recorded in the literature mentioned fourteen elders, and I prepared enough kinkilling potions for them."

Harry couldn't help gasping, Voldemort obviously didn't intend to leave any way for the vampires to survive, and after experiencing this disastrous vampire war, Harry couldn't refute this matter anymore. "Have you found their sleeping place?" "No need." Voldemort showed a cold and playful smile, "Revan and Glyde are lovers, aren't they? It's really a wonderful relationship." His dark red eyes Staring at the boy's clear eyes meaningfully meant a lot.

"Oh, I don't like it when you look at me like that."

Harry touched the goosebumps on his arms. Voldemort laughed softly, and in the blink of an eye there were only doting and a smile in his eyes. "Of course, I don't like it either."

Considering that the topic should be over, Voldemort waved his wand again, but the moment the four-poster bed appeared, it turned back into the armchair again. Voldemort stared at the chair for a while, raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy, "Is it business?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.

"Well, I hate official business, especially at this time." Voldemort graciously didn't care about it, complained softly, but made a serious note to the other party in his heart.

"I remember when you were in the Vilga Valley, you said you were going to clean up the Death Eaters," Harry said.

"That's right." Voldemort understood what Harry wanted to say, and he softened his voice, "Harry, you have to know that there were hardly any quality Death Eaters left when I was resurrected, so I kept They work for me. Things are different now, and since we're planning a truce, we don't need any irrational outlaws out there. Don't you think this showdown would be a good place for execution?"

Harry was taken aback, and said after a while, "I thought you just expelled these people from the Death Eaters."

"Harry, who told you that the Death Eaters are a team that can quit?" Voldemort was amused by the boy's statement, "It's not just a matter of handing in a resignation letter. These wizards know our internal information, do you think Will I let them go? Taking a step back, those who drive out the Death Eaters will most likely become our enemies, so I don’t need to say anything superfluous.”

Voldemort looked into Harry's clear and beautiful emerald green eyes, and slowly explained what he always did. "I know you don't like my treatment, so I won't interfere with anything. If they can survive this war...Harry, do you know the dueling field?" Seeing the boy frowning and thinking seriously Looking at it, Voldemort decided to reveal a little bit of his plan, "Have you been worried about the hatred between members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters?" Looking at Harry's expression, Voldemort knew he guessed right, "I plan to Let the Ministry of Magic come forward and build a dueling field. The Wizengamot, you, and I will bear witness."

"You want them to duel?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Voldemort stretched out his fingertips and touched the boy's cheek, "Whoever has revenge, whoever has grudges, has grudges. One-on-one duels are fair, aren't they? You also said that these wizards do evil because they are my servants, well, some I didn't instruct you, so you might as well take off this layer of clothes and speak with your strength, and the living can walk out of the duel field."

Harry was speechless, this was indeed the biggest concession Voldemort could make.The other party was making plans for the future of the two of them, and even filled the gap between the two camps in this way. Harry felt his eyes blurred. He wanted to look away and calm down, but found that he couldn't do anything. arrive.

"It's much fairer than our first duel," Harry said, trying to be calm.

Voldemort's cool fingertips brushed the corners of his eyes and cheeks, and stayed on his lips, the sparks that bloomed made his breathing stagnate.Then Harry was really deprived of breath, Voldemort's kiss was rare and gentle, with some comfort, obviously no one pinched his nose, but Harry seemed suddenly unable to use it, allowing his lungs to emit hypoxia Moaning, he licked Voldemort's lips in response, his heart beating like it was the first kiss.

There is a tingling feeling running up the spine, and the overlap of the magic field strangely does not produce much desire, only the heartbeat is so obvious.It wasn't until Harry collapsed into the man's arms due to lack of oxygen that he realized that at some point Voldemort had conjured up that big bed again.Harry laughed, joking with Voldemort's raised eyebrow questioning expression: "Do you need to be so anxious?" He thought for a while, and added before the other party answered:

"My Lord."

Voldemort's breath was stagnant, he stared at the boy's face with a bright and playful smile, his dark red eyes became as dark as night, "Harry..." He slowly and threateningly covered the boy like a snake looking for food On his son, Harry blinked and embraced the man's neck indulgently. The overlapping magic field made Voldemort sigh comfortably and show a non-threatening smile: "My boy, do you want to Shall I brand the Dark Mark on your body?" "Where is it, the arm is too old-fashioned." His fingertips slid down the boy's cheek, lingering in his heart, "Here? Okay?"

Harry's smile froze, his eyes widened in shock, this time it was Voldemort's turn to laugh, and he silently summoned his wand, Harry watched helplessly as the bone-colored, ominous tip lightened slightly. Lightly tapped on his chest, it was so cold that he shivered.

"You're kidding." Harry laughed dryly.

"I don't think so." Voldemort said leisurely, using his wand to pry open the boy's robe, and silently tore open the shirt inside, revealing his heaving chest due to tension.