Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

The Burrow.

"Vomiting?" Bill Weasley took out a colorful medal with the word SPEW printed on it from the corner of the room. He asked Ron, who was also cleaning the room on the other side, "What is this? A commemorative medal?"

Ron took it and looked at it. He certainly hadn't forgotten what it was. In the fourth grade, Hermione suddenly became obsessed with promoting her "House-Elf Rights Promotion Association". SPEW was the abbreviation of this name. For this reason, she did not hesitate to lobby Harry, Ron, and other Gryffindor students - even Hagrid to join her movement. He bought this medal for two silver Sickles at Hermione's request in the fourth grade.

Hermione had wishfully appointed Ron as SPEW's treasurer and Harry as secretary. Ron thought he had secretly thrown away the medal a long time ago.

Ron brushed the dust off his medal and remained silent for a moment. Dumbledore had once told them to treat Kreacher kindly, and later it turned out to be right, and Dobby...

This general cleaning allowed many items in the old house to see the light of day again - several candies that fell into the cracks in the floor when the Weasley brothers were developing new products, a piece of Ginny's childhood clothing that fell behind the cabinet, toy wizard cards that someone had stuffed into the cracks in the drawer while cheating in a game, and a gift given to Mrs. Weasley by Arthur when he was young that she had been searching for for many years... As the children in the family started their own families, the originally crowded Burrow became deserted on weekdays. Occasionally, on weekends, the children returned to the place where they grew up like tired birds returning to the forest. Only the Burrow still kept traces of the family's life well.

"This medal belongs to Miss Granger, the president of SPEW. What's it called? The movement to prohibit cruelty to our magical animal friends and to improve their legal status." Ron hesitated, walked downstairs and put the medal in Hermione's hand. He cleared his throat, knowing that now was not a good time to revisit old things.

If Viktor Krum hadn't confessed his love to her in the fourth year, and if Harry hadn't encountered many difficulties in participating in the Triwizard Tournament as a warrior, Hermione would probably have had more energy to do this.

Hermione, who always abided by the school rules, even broke into the Hogwarts cafeteria out of pity for the slave status of the house-elves, and personally knitted a large pile of clothes in an attempt to liberate these elves.

Harry's speeches for the rights of magical animals attracted everyone's attention. Ron knew that Hermione would not forget the cause she wanted to do in her fourth year without being reminded.

"Harry, he's got goblins..."

"I've said it in fourth grade that goblins don't need mercy. Our history books say they've been persistently demanding more power." Hermione knew what Ron hadn't said. "Harry's recent remarks are very abnormal - if he really cares about the living conditions of werewolves, house-elves, centaurs and vampires as he has shown in his speeches these days, then he should have joined me in firmly defending the rights of house-elves."

"That's not him at all -" Ron said excitedly, crossing his arms, "and every time he expresses an opinion in public, he disappears. And the words are weird."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Of course it's strange. Every time they start with house-elves, centaurs, banshees, vampires and other magical creatures that are not so hated by wizards to explain the unfair treatment, but in the end they make suggestions to improve the rights of goblins and werewolves."

"You mean that Harry mentioned that the house-elves and other magical creatures were a cover-up, and the final destination is the goblins." Ron was uneasy about what happened to his good brother.

"But what he said is not entirely wrong, such as avoiding war..." Hermione clutched the medal she made tightly, "The Ministry of Magic has indeed not made much progress in the management of magical creatures. I think he was taken advantage of, or it was the Polyjuice Potion."

"No one comes to the liaison office and rescue registration office set up by the Ministry of Magic for centaurs and werewolves! Many people who are harmed by werewolves choose to hide their identities or disappear in order to avoid discrimination." Ron trailed off as he spoke the second half of the sentence, because he suddenly remembered Lupin's son who disappeared one day, and the tragedy of Ted's grandmother lying in a pool of blood.

"The Fairy Liaison Office is crowded with people every day. Fairies can make a fuss for a long time over trivial matters."

"From the goblins' point of view, they chose to remain neutral when Voldemort started the war because Voldemort would not give them what they wanted. Now there are not many species left that can form an alliance with them - vampires are not mobile and most of them are not willing to form gangs, most of the house elves are used to being enslaved and do not have the spirit of resistance, giants are not smart enough and difficult to control, and centaurs simply do not bother to communicate with goblins, so the only ones who are closest to goblins are werewolves."

Fenrir Greyback - the werewolf who bit Professor Lupin, once formed a werewolf army during the Voldemort War, using bites and infections to create more werewolves in the hope of expanding his team. After Voldemort's fall, these werewolves were not accepted by wizards, and werewolves who were looking for other ways out were likely to seek cooperation with goblins.

"We still have to be influential people, like Dumbledore. Back then, only people as powerful, kind, prestigious and powerful as him could give Dobby a job and give Professor Lupin shelter. Now, only people like him can fight against the goblin conspiracy and convey the correct ideas to the public." Hermione stared at the medal in her hand and muttered to herself, "This is what I should do. I haven't forgotten all this, Ron."

"My dear, you are already the most famous young scholar," Ron comforted.

"I have to think about my career path again." Hermione raised the SPEW medal with sparkling eyes. "Of course, Divination and other subjects are worthy areas of study, but I think there are other urgent and meaningful things. I never understood why Percy Weasley was so obsessed with the Ministry of Magic, but that's where the rules can be changed."

"Of course I respect your choice." Ron said, his hands on his hips as he looked at Hermione, "But the most urgent thing is - should we observe the current Harry? He seems to be just like Crabbe and Goyle when we drank Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be him."

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The cold sea water splashed on Draco's head, bringing him back to reality from his coma.

His hands were still subconsciously tightly grasping the last thing he had grabbed before losing consciousness - the white wedding dress Harry had worn that day.

"Harry?" Draco stretched out his hands and wanted to hug the person in front of him. The floor beneath him was bumpy and he felt like he was on the sea.

"Your annoying father has caused us a lot of trouble."

"Snap—" The man who looked like Harry forcefully pushed Draco's hand away.

The nails scratched the corner of his mouth. Draco felt a faint fishy smell on the tip of his tongue, and he lowered his head, and a drop of blood fell on the white wedding dress beside him, leaving a small scarlet mark.