Doomed to be an enemy

For the Virga Valley, the addition of the Death Eaters really made the people nervous for a few days. By the time April entered, the curfew had been perfectly enforced.At least Ron said no one would be looking for thrills in the middle of nowhere while their team was on patrol.When he said this, Ron giggled, and Hermione blushed and slapped him with the folder he was writing.

The owl brought the Daily Prophet, and Hermione put some coins in the pouch. "Honestly, I don't think that's useful," Ron muttered.

Hermione ignored him, "It's not like you are in the action team every time. I've told Harry several times, but he just doesn't care." The witch complained and flipped through the newspaper in her hand. They were standing On the lawn by the side of the road, oh, chance encounters can always relax your mood, especially if the other party is your crush.

"I don't agree either."

Ron said bluntly, "I think you played a bigger role in the valley." The more robust wizard decided to talk to Harry after the patrol, and make sure that Hermione would not be allowed to go to the front line.Unexpectedly, Hermione raised her head and glared at him, quite disappointing.

Seeing that Ron was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"I said if you can work harder, you can see for yourself." Hermione pushed the newspaper to him.There are old-fashioned "Follow-up to the Armistice Covenant between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters", "Real-time Reports During the Honeymoon of the Two Factions", "French Frontline Express"...No problem?Ron's eyes fell on a report:

"Septic Blood Potion succeeds again, Death Eaters become blood executioners!" "

Swallowing, Ron said dryly, "It's a good thing, aren't they our allies?" I have begun to accept them gradually, and I believe that after a period of time—or a long time, British wizards will also change their views on Death Eaters. In this way, if the other party breaks the contract and stands on the side of the Order of the Phoenix, our advantages will at least be wiped out Half. Come to think of it, the Death Eaters could control the Ministry of Magic if they were accepted by most wizards..." Ron shivered, taken aback by the prospect Hermione described.

The two looked at each other silently for a while, until they separated in silence to go about their own business.

Compared to them, the two people who stopped at the corner on the other side were also in an awkward situation.Holding a glass of butterbeer to take away, Harry glanced thoughtfully at the storefront that he had just walked out of - this was the storefront opened after Voldemort ordered people to win from Cheria - or to ask for a business license. Black magic, quite common.Not only that, but there are also many stores dealing in supplies - the Dark Lord seems to have planned this place as if it were Diagon Alley.It's not that Cheria can't see this, but the ruling party really doesn't have the strength, and can only watch helplessly as the other party takes away more than half of the biggest cake.

This is just what happened in the last month, but at the same time the Death Eaters also sent many people out of the valley with the Order of the Phoenix team. Of course, they couldn't use the septic blood potion to rain as luxuriously as Voldemort did on that day——Harry said viciously Guessing that it took half a month of preparation before joining the operation, I am afraid that the stocks were all used up... But it is undeniable that the septicemia potion is really useful, and during this time Voldemort did use various reasons to keep him in the river valley.The Daily Prophet is in the hands of the Death Eaters, and their writing, I'm afraid, is not groundless.

This made Harry happy that the Death Eaters were finally no longer purely creating fear, but also worried that this was just a temporary compromise by Voldemort, and the other party would pull away when enough benefits were obtained.

"What do you think?"

Voldemort watched Harry calmly, the presence of the other's excellent Occlumency vaguely hinted, but the expression on that face said too much.No amount of restraint could be perfect for Harry, especially against a seasoned veteran.

Harry forced himself a smile: "You know what I'm worried about." Satisfied with the boy's confession, Voldemort pursed his lips so that he could not show the slightest smile, and said slowly: "Then you should be a little bit to me too." Confidence." He leaned closer, putting his thin white fingers on Harry's shoulders—"Are you losing weight?" he said, pinching the place where his hand was almost stuck.Harry tried to move away uncomfortably, "This has nothing to do with you."

he whispered.

"No, of course." Voldemort grabbed him tightly, and leaned closer, "I've kindly given you a month, my boy." His tone was soft, yet surprisingly peaceful.Harry felt a little uncomfortable, turned his head away and said, "I'm not yours." "I don't mind recalling this fact with you." Voldemort had expected it, raised his hand, and touched the boy's slender fingertips Jaw, let the magnetic pole-like stimulation burst out from there.Startled, Harry glanced nervously at the shop door next to him, and could see that he was trying his best to conceal it—Voldemort accepted the softness rising from the bottom of his heart with some helplessness, look, he knew that this kind of weak emotion would never end Gone.

He let go of his hand, and Harry quickly took two steps back, looking at him vigilantly with emerald green eyes, Voldemort inexplicably wanted to laugh, "Didn't you always want to know what the blood septic potion is?" He said leisurely, "No Do you know if I have the honor of having dinner with Mr Harry Potter?"

Harry stared at him, and could see that he was trying to resist the temptation offered by the Dark Lord. "I don't believe you've become generous all of a sudden—didn't you say the formula was kept secret?" Harry couldn't help showing suspicion, "Or is it just a cover and you're paying attention to something else?"

"That's not certain." Voldemort showed a rather charming smile, and slyly refused to respond positively. "Besides, I only welcome you alone." Damn it, this bastard is sure he won't go...Harry stared at the back of the other party leaving, and thought of the subtle words that brushed his ears before leaving, and couldn't bear it. Can't help being a little subtle.

"I miss you, little boy."

It took a lot of effort for Harry to suppress the sudden burst of joy in his heart, oh, this kind of emotion affects his reason too much, he was suddenly a little annoyed.If he didn't have the last sentence, he could still go there without hesitation, but now...Harry hesitated.To be honest, he didn't know how to face Voldemort.Collaborator?lover?enemy?The warm butterbeer in my hand slowly turned cold.

—Either one made him feel uncomfortable.

It was a rare day when there was no action. Harry was worried about meeting Voldemort again, so he deliberately slowed down and walked back to the tent.After locking the door, he took off his cloak and put it on the sofa. When he saw the pile of parchment documents on the coffee table, his originally relaxed nerves couldn't help frowning with a headache.

It seemed that Voldemort guessed something.

Although the Order of the Phoenix agreed to a truce with the Death Eaters, they still fear each other.Moody suggested that Harry get the right to buy the "Septic Blood Potion", and the old Auror obviously thought that the Death Eaters would not disclose such a good thing, especially to the Order of the Phoenix.In addition, the hundreds of people from the six French black magic families recommended by Lucius who applied to join the Order of the Phoenix have passed the secret review, and Harry received the old Auror's suggestion - to reject their request to support the Virga Valley.

Especially if the Dark Lord is also in the Vale.

"Sounds like that's not messy enough," Harry murmured, and was about to agree, when it occurred to him that Death Eaters were pretty tricky, and so was Voldemort, and Harry felt that what he could win was probably going to be compromised.After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed a piece of parchment again and wrote a letter.

When everything is packed, there are still three hours before dinner.

He went into the bathroom and took a shower.By the way, wash the clothes and hang them up.Use magic to clean away the water stains, as if it was dusk in the blink of an eye.Harry wiped his blistered, wrinkled fingers and took out a scarlet-lined robe.This was designed by Mrs. Malkin for him in imitation of the school robes, very simple and close-fitting. Oh, it seems that the waist is indeed a little loose. Harry stared at the fastened buttons and had to agree with Voldemort that he might have really lost weight recently.

"How did that guy see..."

Harry muttered, using magic to dry his damp hair, watching them curl up in disobedience helplessly.Having done this, he left a written note on the table, and left the tent with his wand and cloak.There was still a bit of cold wind in the evening, so Harry unfolded this velvet cloak sprinkled with gold patterns and draped it over his body, "Hey, Harry..." Cheria hurried over, "I said you saw Buzz Mister Tian?"

"What?" Harry was startled and shook his head, "No, I haven't seen him for a long time, what happened?"

"Oh, of course I believe you." The female Auror frowned, a little hesitant, "Maybe Jessica misread it."

Harry said, "Who?" "Oh, Jessica, an underage wizard who lives very close to you, was locked in the house when the war broke out. She said a month ago—the war When I was there, I saw Bastian go out from here, as if he was following someone."

Harry's heart sank suddenly, and he thought he knew who it was.Fortunately, Cheria didn't think this was reliable, and didn't pay attention to the change in his expression. He said helplessly: "I haven't found it after searching for a month. I'm afraid I need a new consul. But before that — if you don't mind — I'd like to ask Miss Granger for help for a while."

"Oh... this." Harry recovered himself and said calmly, "If Hermione agrees, I have no objection."

"That's great."

The silver-haired witch smiled and blinked, "Thank you, Harry." She noticed that the latter seemed to have changed into another neat robe, "Oh, our hero finally figured it out, it's time to go on a date Is it?" Harry couldn't bear the teasing look in her eyes, "No, of course not..."

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret." Cheria laughed twice, gave him a knowing look, and left.

Harry didn't care about the female Auror's misunderstanding. There seemed to be a piece of lead in his stomach. A month ago, the locket disappeared, and Mr. Bastian was probably the last person to see the soul piece. He also disappeared.Harry had a hard time convincing himself that the two had nothing to do with each other.He couldn't help clenching his wand tightly. No, once they wrote a contract with magical effect. In the case of non-self-defense, Voldemort could not harm the wizards of the Virga Valley for no reason.

But a voice whispered in his heart, remember, the Dark Lord is a master at creating conflicts, it is not very difficult to create the illusion of self-defense, as long as Mr. Bastian attacks him.

The coolness of the night made Harry feel a little cold.

The Death Eater tent area is almost as guarded by wizard patrols as Malfoy Manor.The difference is that they were not surprised when they saw Harry: "Mr. Potter, the master has been waiting for a long time." None of the Death Eaters wore masks this time, and Harry didn't know the Death Eater guarding the gate. He also found a lot of new faces, obviously Voldemort was also expanding his power.

Harry looked preoccupied with all his thoughts. Voldemort didn't agree on a time to arrive, but obviously the other party was already waiting.

The layout of the tent is the same as that of an ordinary tent, but it has been enlarged several times.Harry noticed that there was still a fire burning in the fireplace opposite the dining room, and that the sofas, armchairs, and even the rug were very Slytherin silver-green, gray, or black.The tempting aroma came from the restaurant, which made Harry, who was used to eating canned food, really hungry.

"Harry..." Voldemort stood up from the sofa. He seemed to have been reading a book. At this moment, the thick tome - oh, it looked like the kind Hermione liked - was thrown aside, and Voldemort was pitch black. His robe slipped across the carpet, and he stared at him with dark red eyes, "I thought you would be earlier." He stopped very close, his white and thin hands fell on the boy's shoulders, and slid across , fingertips around the buttons of the cloak...Harry took a step back, "I'll do it myself." He took off the cloak somewhat at a loss.

Voldemort didn't force it either, he looked at the boy calmly, the robe didn't fit tightly, but it could properly reflect the tall and beautiful lines of a boy.Oh, Harry must have no idea how good he looks in scarlet.

"Among those people you saved, it's finally useful. I guess it's Madam Malkin's work." Voldemort took Harry's hand, which was a little stiff, as if he wanted to shrink back, but he couldn't be tolerated by the thin and strong fingers Hold on tight in doubt, the overlapping magic magnetic fields instantly calmed down the hot magic power in Harry's body, and also brought the long-lost warmth to Voldemort. marrow.

Harry didn't know how to answer this sentence, so he remained silent.

Let the man lead them to the restaurant, there are only two sets of cutlery on the short square table, but there is a table full of dishes.Nothing unusual - Harry felt eerily familiar, especially after seeing a glass of pumpkin juice on his seat...

As if seeing his doubts, Voldemort explained thoughtfully, "I borrowed two house-elves from Hogwarts."

"How is this possible?" Harry's first reaction was disbelief. As the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall could be said to act as the principal's post when the post of principal was vacant. It was impossible for her to agree to lend the house-elf to the Dark Lord. "As a condition, I temporarily undo the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Voldemort sat next to him—this made Harry move uncomfortably. "So you were really cursed, ever?" "I thought you should be very clear after six years."

Harry caught a glimpse of the smug look on his face, and said in a helpless tone, "So, just for the two elves?"

"This is my business." After saying this, the Dark Lord refused to reveal more.

"You're still growing, you can't grow taller if you eat canned food." Voldemort gracefully picked up the knife and fork, and gave Harry a mocking look, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if this goes on, maybe you won't grow taller without me recruiting them." Will come to the Death Eaters."

"Thank you so much." Harry said dryly, holding a knife and fork.

Perhaps when the grain here starts to be harvested, it is more appropriate to buy it locally.Harry cut the pie silently, "What do you mean by what you said this morning? About the septicemia potion."

"That," Voldemort said in a lazily prepared tone, "that's the remnant recipe I saw in Slytherin's library, and it took me some time to restore it. I guess the Order of the Phoenix should be very interested in it. Sure enough... Harry sighed secretly, "Then what are you going to do? Sell it?"

"pretty good idea."

Voldemort stopped his movements, staring at him with dark red eyes, "I thought you would ask me to disclose the formula, little boy."

"I guess that's unlikely."

"No." Voldemort said softly, "You can ask me. In a capacity other than a collaborator."

"That's not the same thing." Harry shook his head, rejecting the tempting offer. Voldemort was a little surprised, but it seemed to be expected, and it couldn't be denied that it put him in a pretty good mood. "So you agree to sell?" Harry frowned. "That's right. I can still show you the recipe." Voldemort's tone was quite seductive, "As long as you agree to a few conditions." An alarm bell sounded in Harry's mind, "What conditions?"

Voldemort simply put down his knife and fork, "Do you know why the blood septic potion is so powerful?"

"Sounds like blood," said Harry.

"Yes, the power of a vampire comes from blood. The septic medicine can inactivate this special blood necrosis. This is a long and extremely painful death process—for a vampire." Voldemort briefly explained, and he paused After a pause, he organized his vocabulary, "This potion is very powerful, but not powerful enough. There are too many vampires, and they are at a disadvantage against wizards. The Death Eaters are researching a new potion. If it works, We will win this war. I have to admit that your magic is extremely inclined to white magic. This may help the development of new drugs—”

Voldemort looked at Harry beside him, "I need you to provide some magic power to the Death Eaters on a regular basis."

Unexpectedly, he noticed that Harry's hand holding the knife and fork was a little stiff. Of course, Voldemort knew how suspicious it was to make such a request at this time-everyone knew that Harry's magic flame was the bane of black magic.They were careful not to touch the line in the middle, but... Voldemort pursed his lips, this had to be done.

"You talked for a long time, but you didn't say what kind of new medicine it is." Harry also put down his knife and fork, and said calmly.

Voldemort took a deep look at him, and said: "You should know that vampire transformation requires the first embrace of the vampires, and the lower-ranking people have a blood 'kinship' relationship with the higher-ranking ones. I once found a very good relationship in Slytherin's library. Powerful potion, which through this abnormal kinship—"

"Start with the superior and kill all descendants of its development."

Harry's pupils shrank, and he almost gasped, seeing Voldemort's expression unchanged in shock, he said in a cold tone, "That's why it's called the kinkiller potion."