Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Two wizards in travel agency uniforms handed two flying motorcycles and a route map to Draco, and said with a smile: "This is the transportation provided for this trip. Our travel agency staff will greet you at the destination. Once again, our travel agency is not responsible for any accidents, deaths, injuries or other property losses during the trip."

Draco fell silent as he looked at the two very cool-looking flying motorcycles and the map - they seemed to be different from what he had imagined...

"I remember the Crystal Beach in the brochure was near the Indian Ocean - why is the destination marked on the map here near the Atlantic Ocean, near the United States? Do couples travel by flying motorcycle? I think at least by train or something else?" Draco looked up from the navigation map and asked with a puzzled look. Although he didn't expect to see a private jet like Alex's father's, flying motorcycles are not romantic at all, and are completely different from the romantic journey slogan in the brochure.

The staff member also looked puzzled. "You booked a mystery tour. Please look at the order."

Draco tilted his head and looked carefully at the parchment in the staff's hand. In the project details column it was clearly written "Bermuda Island Trip." It reached the highest level in terms of danger level and thrilling warnings, and was marked with five stars.

The order was placed by Draco himself - he looked at everything on the paper with wide eyes again.

"Merlin's sparkling white wedding dress." Draco strode over to the other three people. Harry, Lancelot and Ed obviously did not expect such an emergency. "We are going to such a dangerous place to take wedding photos?"

Ed frowned, and touched his ear unconsciously while comparing the order and the brochure: "Hmm - the crystal beach is the third picture, and it doesn't correspond to its options. I think you must have made a mistake when placing the order. Because the picture of Bermuda is also a beach."

The travel agency staff heard the conversation and became nervous. "Our contract states that no refunds can be made once signed... Although the contract states that we are not responsible for injuries or deaths, the staff at our travel destination will do their best to protect you."

"Then I'll buy a new one. I don't want a sea monster or a giant squid in the background of my photo." Draco was about to stuff the order back into the staff's hands when Harry stopped him.

"There's sea over there, and I think there'll be beaches too." Harry pointed at the large blue area on the map. Although Harry wasn't particularly interested in the content of the trip, he was quite impressed by the flying motorcycle brought by the staff - this motorcycle was very similar to the motorcycle Sirius gave to Hagrid.

"There are all plane wreckage and Muggle ghosts over there." Draco read the introduction with a look of disgust. "Although the pictures are pretty - very deceptive, no wonder I made the mistake."

The staff nodded. "Few guests choose this tour. We were looking forward to your feedback. The reason why strange things keep happening there has not been found yet. We think the mystery tour is more cost-effective. Bermuda has beautiful scenery during the day, and it has unique pink sand beaches and jelly seas. At night, there will be magical creatures or strange events, which can enrich the tourists' experience."

"I feel... okay?" Harry shrugged. "Those tourists, they all came back alive, right?"

"Portkeys and Apparition can be used near the Bermuda Sea. Our staff will distribute portkeys to everyone, and you can use them to return to London directly when you are in danger." The staff continued to introduce. "And as part of the exploration tour, tourists can exchange the photos of the thrilling journey for points at the travel agency. The tourists with the highest points can get a grand prize - this time the grand prize is a collection of autographs of all the stars of this Quidditch tournament."

"That's great - a little risk in exchange for Wood's autograph," Draco said with a hint of sarcasm.

"If you rebook now, the exclusive reservation for Crystal Beach may be available two months later," the staff member said with some embarrassment.

Lancelot read the introduction of the motorcycle with great interest. There were three colored buttons on it. The green button next to the fuel gauge could spray high-temperature flames from the exhaust pipe when pressed. The red button could throw out a magical net that could not be escaped, and the purple button could help the passengers on the car become invisible. Draco seemed to be still hesitantly discussing with Harry whether to change the plan. Ed stood aside with a lot of photography equipment waiting for their decision.

"I took three days off specifically for this trip." Ed crossed his arms and looked at Lancelot who was riding a motorcycle. "Rita Skeeter looked like she wanted to eat me."

"It's delicious. Eat more if you like it." Lancelot pressed the button tentatively, and wisps of black smoke emerged above the flames from the motorcycle's exhaust pipe.

"Don't cast the net at me!" Ed used his magic wand to push aside the net sprayed out by the motorcycle.

"Now get familiar with the weapon so that you can use it well when facing danger." Lancelot continued to aim while circling.

Draco and Harry seemed to have made up their minds to keep the travel plan. Draco signed the travel confirmation with a subtle expression. Obviously, he did not think he had made a good spending decision this time.

"Looks like we really have to go fight sea monsters." Lancelot cupped his hands like a telescope and watched Harry walk towards the motorcycle. "Look at the bright side, maybe you can submit a report on the Bermuda mystery."

"I heard that the magical protection there is very good, and the Muggles think that the previous legends are all scams." Ed replied. "There are many legends in the wizarding world. But I didn't expect that someone would plan a trip there."

Draco waved to the two of them and signaled them to get on the motorcycle and get ready to set off.

"Are you scared?" Lancelot packed up all the filming props and pointed to the back seat to Ed.

"While Durmstrang students were brazenly fighting each other with dark magic in the corridors, Hogwarts was still playing house." Ed walked slowly to the side of the motorcycle. "In our school, applying what you have learned is a dangerous word."

"Get in the car..." Lancelot lay on the front of the car and watched Draco and Harry fly into the sky.

"Go to the back." Ed poked Lancelot's shoulder with his finger. "If you press these buttons in the sky, I will be unable to resist and throw you down."

Lancelot moved back slightly in surprise, obediently gave up the driving seat, and then stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture. "I didn't know that Mr. Mao Mao was a good driver?"

"I just don't want to be riding around on a motorcycle that's breathing fire."