Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Late at night, in an old Muggle hotel on the island.

The slightly salty sea breeze brought sultry air. Lancelot tried not to pay attention to the sweat on his body. He took out the rusty Muggle radio, the creaking wheel was turned, and the song came out of the tiny holes in the radio.

Lancelot's gaze stayed on the place where the air-conditioning outlet used to be. The metal fan that was originally installed there had been removed by him, and now there was a rectangular black area.

Judging from the sunrise and sunset outside the small window, this was the third day of his house arrest. This was really an old hotel, and the furnishings and decorations in every corner were already old. Lancelot had searched every corner of the room, and apart from the spider webs and dust of unknown origin, he only found this equally old Muggle radio, which was kept running by a small battery inside. If you hear a woman's shrill singing on an island of unknown origin, most wizards might think of sirens and snake-headed female monsters that can petrify people, but now on this island, apart from the four of them who were tricked into coming here, there might only be werewolves and goblins.

On the first day when they were swept in on their motorcycles, the four of them all felt vaguely that something was wrong, but because the staff of the Magic Wizard Travel Agency showed up in time and showed them the direction of the beautiful pink sand beach, no one spent too much time doubting their situation until they returned exhausted to this old hotel after taking wedding photos on the first day.

Because he ignored the inaccurate contract, the overly pale and hideous faces of the staff, and the sleeping potion that was discharged into the room through the pipes, Lancelot woke up the next day to find that his backpack and wand were missing. At the same time, there was the threat of the werewolf revealing his identity and the goblin questioning him about some of his homemade props.

"We have some small plans for you to stay here. When we are done, you can all leave safely and welcome a world with new rules. As long as you don't run around, the goblins and werewolves here will not hurt you." The goblin said, while holding up the dried goblin paw in Lancelot's backpack suspiciously, "What is this? Is this my compatriot?"

Lancelot clasped his hands together and said, "I accidentally put it in my bag when I was clearing the road in the ancient tomb. You know I'm a curse breaker at Gringotts."

The goblin took the goblin claw away with a suspicious and condescending expression: "I will take good care of it for you. You dare to disrespect my compatriots. You better not-"

On the other side, the werewolf in staff uniform let out a disgusting laugh: "Our makeshift travel agency will also take good care of you. After all, Malfoy paid a large sum of travel funds for you. We won't let you go hungry."

The werewolf looked at Lancelot provocatively, "However, if any of you four dare to escape before we let you go, we will bite the rest of you into werewolves. Even if you manage to leave the island, we will hunt you down for the rest of your lives."

Lancelot couldn't help but roll his eyes when he thought about this.

Of course, although his wand was taken away, this old Muggle inn couldn't hold him. If he wanted, he could find a way to escape within half an hour. However, the goblin had said that he couldn't take the risk of hurting Harry and Draco... So this was why he had been staying here humbly for the past few days. This abandoned Muggle inn didn't even have electricity.

All signs pointed out that he was just a companion who was trapped together with Draco and Harry when the goblins surrounded them.

The nights were long, sticky and sleepless.

There seemed to be light footsteps in the ventilation duct.

Lancelot's eyes never left the narrow passage near the ceiling, because there were no lights in this Muggle inn that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, and only moonlight illuminated when night came.

He heard that right.

A tail first appeared in the pipe, followed by a claw. Lancelot sighed and muted the radio with a poor signal, then focused on the furry figure, not listening to a word of the lyrics sung by the Muggle female singer.

The silver cat seemed to slip, then made a perfect free fall from the vent, hitting Lancelot's chest, and then rolled into Lancelot's palm as Lancelot lay on his side at an inclined angle.

The cat rested for a few seconds to catch his breath, then jumped off the bed and transformed into the wizard.

"Put on some clothes." Ed was obviously covered in dust after rubbing his head in the pipe again. He was obviously very dissatisfied with Lancelot's slippery and sweaty body.

"Cooling down. You fell so fast that I almost didn't have time to catch you." Lancelot opened his body a little more without caring, "Can you bring shaving tools next time?" He touched his face, and a little hard stubble had already appeared on his chin.

The goblins and werewolves seemed determined not to provide anything except the water and food necessary for survival, but the guarding of the two of them was not so tight that there were no loopholes, so Ed could sneak through the pipes when the guards were relaxed at night.

"I still haven't found Harry and Draco. At least they are not in the rooms that can be seen in the pipes." Ed nodded, and then said to Lancelot, "Maybe they are not imprisoned here like us, but we can't act rashly. But I think the goblins don't dare to do anything excessive to the two of them."

"Harry or Draco are their main targets." Lancelot agreed with him. "But do we really have to stay in the room every day and do nothing? Even our meetings have to be at night."

Lancelot was quite annoyed with his situation. The heat was so hot that it made him dizzy, his wand and backpack were stolen by despicable goblins, he could run but had to obey under threats... The only thing that could make him feel better in recent days was seeing Ed pop his head out of the ventilation duct.

"In fact, they haven't inspected my room at night. If you don't want to sit and wait, why don't I go and take a look?" Ed pointed to the door. "The goblins don't know I'm an Animagus. If I can find our wands, everything will be much simpler..." It seems that Lancelot's expression is too annoyed. Ed seems to have made up his mind to take the risk of climbing out of the pipe to explore the hotel.

"Perhaps it would be safer for us to lie in the room until Harry or Draco shows up - but I guess these goblins are definitely not up to no good. If there is something bad that we can prevent, we'd better act quickly." Lancelot frowned and said hesitantly, "And you'd better come to accompany me every day, otherwise when those disgusting faces of the werewolves show up, I will lose control of my emotions and give them an uppercut."

"I'll keep an eye on it." Ed blinked. "Is there anything important in your backpack? Besides the wand?" He changed back into a cat and motioned for Lancelot to put it back into the ventilation duct.

"That little pendant is my car. I've actually made a lot of modifications to my car." Lancelot supported the cabinet and reached the ventilation duct. He pondered for a moment and said, "The goblin claws are more useful, but it's not important, and they've already put them away."

"Meow." The cat shrank most of its body back into the dark pipe.

Lancelot stretched out his hand and scratched the cat's chin. "What I mean is - if you really need to, you can kill them now. There are goblins everywhere here."