Doomed to be an enemy

In the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall stood up when Harry emerged from the fireplace.

"Mr. Potter," said the aged witch with her hair neatly coiled, "welcome back to Hogwarts." "Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Harry's nostrils were filled with the smell of ashes, He quickly took out his wand and cast himself a Cleansing Charm - but it was a step too late - he couldn't help sneezing, took a Galleon from his pocket and waved the wand silently until the Galleon It started to get hot before putting it back into the pocket and raising its head.

"I haven't thanked you for the homework sheet yet," said Harry.At the same time, I found that almost all the portraits stayed in their original positions, looking at him with scrutiny and curiosity.

"Albus, is he your successor?"

There was a whisper from very close to the ceiling, and Harry looked over to see an old witch with long silver curls hanging down in the frame, watching him curiously.Harry suddenly realized that there were portraits of every Hogwarts headmaster hanging here, so—

He subconsciously searched around with his eyes, and finally saw a golden picture frame next to a chandelier filled with candles.Dumbledore sat peacefully on his high-backed chair, his blue eyes looked at Harry through the semicircular lens: "Oh, I must say this is a beautiful misunderstanding, but there is no better way to describe it now , so, yes." He smiled at the stunned Harry:

"Harry is my successor."

The whispers of the portraits stopped, as if they were also surprised by this sentence.Harry felt that he was almost holding his breath. The old man in front of him was no longer the one lying on the wet grass with twisted and spread limbs, and his blue eyes were no longer dull. Harry found that even Facing Dumbledore again, he still couldn't get angry because the old man concealed the Horcrux.

"Mr. Dumbledore..." Harry stared at the portrait with mixed feelings.

Suddenly, the flames in the fireplace burst into flames, and the silent Professor McGonagall hurriedly dragged him to make way for the opening of the furnace. "Harry——" In the portrait, Dumbledore's slender fingers were elegantly joined together, and he took a deep look at Harry, "Maybe I shouldn't really say it, but, do you mind doing it after the exam tomorrow?" A conversation?"

"Of course I don't mind, Mr. Dumbledore." Harry was startled and said immediately.The next second, Ron walked out of the fireplace coughing: "This feels really bad." "Temporary floos are usually unstable." Professor McGonagall said, following Harry's example, he took the initiative to use a cleaning tool for Ron. Curse, which made the latter look at himself twice, looking flattered: "Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged, threw his schoolbag on his back and said, "She forgot to bring "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" and said she wanted to review it at noon."

"The exam will start in an hour, I suggest you go to the cellar first," said Professor McGonagall.

As the flames rose again, Hermione struggled out with her schoolbag, "I brought my seventh grade textbook, I may not have memorized some things very accurately—oh, Professor McGonagall, good morning."

"Good morning, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall said, "If you haven't had breakfast, you can go to the auditorium first."

"No, there's one more of us," Harry said, drawing everyone's attention. "He's almost here."

"he?"

Ron repeated, looking at Hermione who was equally astonished: "I thought it was just the three of us."

As he was speaking, the flames once again rolled up to the height of a person, and the iconic platinum-blonde hair of the Malfoy family appeared. Draco Malfoy was much better than the previous embarrassment.He was wearing a black robe, a Slytherin school robe, looked at Harry calmly with ice blue eyes, and nodded slightly.Then he greeted Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, "Welcome to the Hogwarts final exam. In the past two days, I hope you can follow Mr. Potter and the others. There will be some invigilators from the Ministry of Magic in the school. personnel--"

"I know, I'll pay attention." Draco interrupted her hesitation, looking quite calm.Professor McGonagall stared at him for a while, then turned to Harry and the others:

"I don't want to see any of you in the hospital wing."

In the corridor outside the principal's office, the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

"Then, if there is no objection, we'll go to the cellar, and then we'll go to the auditorium together after the exam." Harry said bravely.

"Potter, I know Father has asked you to, but I'm not going to eat at the Gryffindor table." Draco Malfoy's ice-blue eyes flashed a trace of complexity, "I can handle this. Leitlin, I can handle it too. If I were you, I might as well worry about the NEWTs exam for a while."

"What NEWTs?" Ron didn't seem to react yet.Hermione couldn't help showing a look of surprise, "Isn't it the final exam? Oh, wait—" She suddenly remembered the conversation in the principal's office, "Professor McGonagall just said that there will be an invigilator from the Ministry of Magic. I thought it was just for graduation take an exam."

Harry was also unexpected, and he said to the platinum-haired boy with his expression unchanged: "Are you sure?" Draco Malfoy nodded and said, "My father just received the news that the Ministry of Magic The officials have already set off." He secretly looked at Harry's face, and found that even in such an emergency, the other party could not lose his composure, and he began to understand what his father said, "It is no longer the Potter you used to know" What's the meaning.

Even himself, isn't he standing here, talking to the savior with a peaceful attitude that he never had before?

"I'm going first." Draco said suddenly, "Don't expect me to be waiting for you at the door like a stake after the exam, Potter."

"It's still the same. I don't understand that if Lucius Malfoy is so nervous about him, why doesn't he just stay in the secret place?" Ron couldn't help but said when Draco was gone. "And, Harry, why didn't you tell us." Harry's emerald green eyes showed a bit of guilt, "Sorry, I promised Mr. Malfoy to keep this matter a secret."

"Okay, okay..." Ron shrugged, accepting the explanation.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, they were walking towards the cellar, Hermione listened to them, and finally recovered from the horror of the upcoming NEWTs exam, "It's not difficult to figure out, NEWTs and the seventh grade final exam are for future students Graduation students, we all missed this year, and the only make-up exam is definitely safer in terms of safety, so it's not surprising." She whispered.

The Hogwarts cellar still looked gloomy. They walked through the stone corridor to the wooden door at the end, and Ron raised his hand and knocked politely on it.

The door swung open.Half of the students in the classroom looked towards the door, where Professor Horace Slughorns was distributing test papers on the podium.Harry was somewhat surprised to see that Draco Malfoy had taken the Slytherin's side, although he looked even paler.

"Oh, Mr. Potter." Professor Slughorns showed a warm smile, "Come in, there are still 10 minutes before the exam begins."

"Thank you, Professor Slughorns."

Harry noticed that as the three of them walked towards the Gryffindor seats, there were whispers in the surroundings that seemed to stir up ripples.

"It's really Harry Potter?" "He's coming to take the final exam too?" "Oh, Merlin, if I don't do well in this exam, my mother will tell me to death." "You said I asked him for his autograph?" Will he agree? Or a photo."

Harry hastened his pace, he didn't want to face a second Colin.

"Oh, to be fair, which two students would like to switch places? Oh——Hannah Abbott." A girl with blond braids stood up, gave Harry a nervous smile, picked up her schoolbag and went to Go to the empty table in the last row. "Mr. Weasley?" Professor Slughorns motioned for him to take Hannah's place.Then Lavender Brown put up his hand and offered Hermione his seat.

"Er... as for Mr. Potter."

Finally, Professor Slughorns looked around, Susan Burns bravely raised her hand tremblingly, almost at the same time Slytherin student Theodore Knott also raised her hand.

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became very strange.

Susan was originally an introverted girl. The last time Harry rescued Hogwarts, she helped her avoid the Cruciatus curse from the Death Eaters. Of course, she was willing to switch seats with Harry.But Theodore Knott was a tall, thin student who had almost no interaction with Harry, which had to be surprising.

"Oh, well," Slughorns hesitated awkwardly, "Theodore Nott." The elderly wizard chose Slytherin cautiously.

Susan dropped her hand in disappointment.Theodore stood up, and the Slytherin boy walked towards the last row without saying a word.Harry noticed that most of the people around his seat were Slytherins, so he had to go over and sit down.Slughorns waved his wand himself and handed the papers to them all.

"Quiet, you can write the answer after the exam starts."

His sonorous voice echoed in the noisy cellar, and the flame-like discussions were extinguished immediately.There was a sound of flipping through the parchment.Harry took an inkwell and quill from his bag.Flipping through the content of the test questions casually, he was relieved that none of them exceeded the key review range that Voldemort had given him.

When Professor Slughorns rang the bell to announce the start of the exam, Harry dipped his quill in the ink and began to answer the questions almost without thinking.At this time, he began to understand the benefits of Voldemort's extensive teaching. He was able to write a few additional supplementary points for almost every topic. Although he was not sure whether he would add points, he would never deduct points.

He took almost half of the one-hour test paper.In order not to attract attention - although this was unlikely - Harry tried to spend the rest of the time checking his answers.But Blaise Zabini, the dark-skinned wizard sitting next to him, had figured it out.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Harry's full paper, and a hint of surprise flashed in his brown eyes. He remembered that the other party was not a particularly good student, especially in theory.

This frustrates his attempt to quietly reveal his answer while Harry is thinking.It didn't look like the leader of the Order of the Phoenix needed his help. "Mom, I tried my best." Blaise shrugged in his heart and said to his mother.He specially asked Nott to raise his hand, just to return some favors. The last time Malfoy Manor was attacked, the cursed shadow of Numantier's nightmare made his mother still have lingering fears.

As Slughorns rang the small bell again, the resonant voice made all the students look up: "It's time, if you continue to write, it will be regarded as a violation of the rules." The table is automatically retracted and stacked into a stack. "Now, within an hour, an antidote is brewed in a crucible, and the corresponding efficacy needs to be indicated on the label."

This is the content of the seventh grade curriculum.While everyone gathered around the cupboard to get the cauldron, Harry began to think about what he was going to do.Perhaps the sobriety potion is a good choice. After he took the twins' love potion, he specially learned how to make the antidote.Thinking of this, Harry and the others took the crucible and the corresponding materials when there were few people. Soon, all kinds of smoke and smell filled the classroom.

When he was halfway through, the classroom door opened.In came Professors Marchban and Tofty, accompanied by the chubby little witch Harry had seen in the last OWLs.

"It looks like you've already started." Professor Marchban said, looking at the students who had turned their attention away from the crucible, he reminded: "Pay attention to your potion." So everyone continued to stir the crucible in a hurry, some even The error caused by this oversight just now needs to be corrected.

Harry was a little nervous. It seemed that Draco Malfoy's news was correct. The Ministry of Magic moved the final wizard level exam to the final exam.The examiners summoned three chairs to sit down near the podium, and Harry felt their glances from time to time.

Professor Slughorns began to walk among them, and with ten minutes to go he gave a reminder.Harry finally finished his antidote, and after extinguishing the flames, he filled the amber blue potion into the long-necked glass bottle, and put the written label on it:

Quick-acting antidote, used in the Emotional Potion.

As each glass bottle was turned in, everyone's crucible was empty.Professor Slughorns looked around with satisfaction and said: "The exam is over, you can go to the auditorium to have lunch. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please stay and continue your The NEWTs Potions Exam."

There was a sound of chairs being moved, and after the cauldron was packed away, most of the students started to go out.Harry received a dozen sympathetic looks.Classrooms quickly became empty. "Mr. Potter, you can come to the front." Professor Slughorns reminded.

Harry had no choice but to nod, and they walked to the front row one after another.