Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

On the way to the banquet, Draco and Harry were still arguing about the unknown secret of the lake under Gringotts.

Today is the Foreign Minister's dinner. The evening sky sets off the green lawn and the lush oak trees around. The traffic at the gate of the manor and the men and women in gorgeous clothes make the classic British mansion look even more magnificent in the night.

Members of the House of Commons are democratically elected, but since the hereditary system of the nobility still exists in the UK, titles and lands can be passed down from generation to generation, providing their descendants with a large amount of assets and social opportunities. The titles granted by the royal family represent the highest honor. In order to satisfy personal pursuits and curiosity, even wealthy people from other countries come to buy low-level British titles that can be traded. As a descendant of the nobility, the then Foreign Secretary is always happy to show off this honor.

When everyone's attention was attracted by the huge building, lights and music, no one noticed that the snake-like hissing sound came from a couple with outstanding looks.

"If there is another goblin base down there, shouldn't we verify it as soon as possible and report it to the Ministry of Magic? After all, if it is still a dragon, the goblins' actions would violate Ministry of Magic regulations." Harry tried hard to adapt to his skirt today, while asking the actor who played her husband beside him in a low voice.

"If it is really the gathering place of the Dragon Base slaughterhouse and workshop, we might have to crash into Gringotts again like before, leaving a big hole - or dozens of holes." Draco shook his head. "I suggest not to alert them before we investigate thoroughly. After all, the two times we discovered this secret were by accident. Is there any way we can get all the information about their bases and wipe them out in one fell swoop?"

"That may only be known by the goblins. This time the door is directly below Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which means that it is very convenient for the goblins to modify and pass through this suspicious location."

"And what's inside?" Draco stood still, about to enter the crowded hall, and like other gentlemen, he took his wife's arm. In order to find goblin products today, in addition to the opal necklace, he also brought a medicine box. In case of any negative impact, it is absolutely necessary to avoid accidents like broken ribs from happening again. "If it is just a goblin vault or jewelry storage basement, then we will be a real robbery if we break in."

"So we need the insider to tell us everything." Harry said thoughtfully. "Although Andre and the goblins are very wary of you now, is there any other way to make them talk?"

"Give him Veritaserum like Umbridge..." Draco felt a slight headache. As an Auror, Harry needed to follow the procedures when handling tasks. If someone really had to do this, it must be him. "The potion box is very complete today, but apart from Andre, we don't know who in their circle knows about it. Andre has been very wary of me before, and I don't know if I can succeed at the dinner tonight."

"Then let's deal with the recycling of goblin artifacts tonight." Harry had already made up his mind. "It's not easy to search through so many rooms. Let's sneak out after they start the ball. We can either find a way to sneak into Gringotts directly or investigate in another way."

After taking wedding photos at Gringotts, Draco and his companions waited until the goblins had checked all the vaults before being allowed to leave, on the grounds that they were suspected of stealing property from the vaults.

Fortunately, Draco's arrogant attitude dispelled most of the goblin's suspicion. Lancelot and Eddard, who were temporarily given the role of "servants" by Draco, acted in unison and dispelled the goblin's remaining suspicion. In the end, the goblin let Draco let his "servants" wash and count the gold galleons piece by piece, and finally let go of the suspicious foursome after casting a disdainful look.

Since they couldn't investigate the bottom of the lake right away after the goblins had gone underground to observe their behavior, Draco and Harry came to the dinner as planned.

"Oh - look at that little gentleman and lady over there." Two ladies holding wine glasses hurried past Harry and Draco and ran towards the faint sound of music ahead.

"To be honest, the more formal clothes for Muggle men are all suits, suits, and suits." Draco fiddled with his newly bought white suit and Panama hat with a little dissatisfaction. "Women's clothing has more styles."

"I can actually give you my skirt." Harry replied faintly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to be a blonde? Stop being so conceited. Even if the suits are similar in style, you've bought half of your wardrobe new clothes."

"You look better in it." Draco used his hat to cover his face, which was smiling with two rows of teeth showing, and took Harry's hand and walked towards the source of the music.

A familiar violin sound made the two of them stop at the same time.

"Wait, this sound of sawing wood sounds very familiar to me." Draco seemed to have returned to a certain night - those nights when he was forced to listen to music before giving extra lessons to a little kid.

"Our first violinist in reserve." Harry understood. "You were not so lenient in your assessment of his violin playing skills at the time."

"That's what I said - like a squeaking mouse." Draco quickened his pace.

Sure enough, the people playing the music were not the invited performers as expected, but a group of children wearing evening gowns or black suits and ties. They were obviously sent by their parents to perform temporarily so that everyone could see the results of their parents' elite education of their children, which had armed their children from head to teeth.

The "natural nobility" advocated by the nobility requires the efforts of many generations of the family to cultivate and filter out impurities, forcing the basics of classical music, painting, and dance to be instilled into people's minds at an early age, and then hoping that the child who receives all of this can become a "presentable child."

Alex's expressionless face loomed behind the violin.

Because he had repeated it so many times, his playing skills were very proficient, but it always lacked a breath - because it was forced, and there was no emotion - because he didn't like it.

Draco put on his straw hat and pulled Harry to stand in front of Alex.

Perhaps because he thought Draco was a bored spectator, Alex didn't even raise his eyes to look at the person in front of him in the first few minutes.

Until Draco coughed artificially. The sound of the violin trembled for a moment, somewhere between dry and pleasant, and then stopped abruptly. The little girl playing the piano turned her head with a puzzled look on her face.

"The little one seems to have grown taller." Draco turned his back to everyone else, made a face at Alex's wide eyes, pointed outside the door, and then turned and left.

The sound of the violin behind him soon returned to normal, but became anxious and angry.

"You can let him finish playing slowly and then come back to us," said Harry.

"Now it sounds like squeaking mice working all night to saw wood in a burning forest." Draco laughed.