Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

In the early morning, Lancelot felt a slight weight on his neck, as if something furry was rubbing against his chin. The temperature on the island finally dropped to a suitable range at night, and the temperature at this moment was just enough to make his head dizzy.

He opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of a cat-like face. The ice-blue eyes were lined with the last trace of moonlight that had not yet dissipated.

"Ai Ai Ed - what's wrong?" Lancelot yawned sleepily and put Ed on the bedside table with his still not very obedient arms.

"I see you're sleeping soundly." Ed changed from a cat back to human form, and pointed at the things scattered on both sides of the bed. These things seemed to have been pushed down from the ventilation duct by Ed. "I brought them back."

Lancelot found his magic wand and the car made into a pendant at a glance. "It seems that the search was successful. It's amazing work efficiency."

Ed rubbed his eyes which were full of red bloodshot due to staying up late. "My vision at night is not bad after I transformed. But the main reason is that the guards look weak and tired. All the curtains here are drawn tightly, and most of the guards are curled up to one side. I don't think they noticed me."

"Hunted up on one side?" Lancelot repeated. "Why is there such a symptom?"

"Looks insane, I was thinking about that too." Eddard packed up his wand, notebook and other miscellaneous items. "I searched for a long time - our things were locked up - although the goblin's lock looked strong, I scratched through the thin wood from the other side." Lancelot glanced at Eddard's fingernails quickly.

"After I got my hands on the wand - I transformed back and cast a spell on the sleepy guards at the front desk - I found the useful things - made a copy - fixed the board - stole a schedule, and I found that the dates for the whole next week were circled in big circles - that's about it."

After Ed finished packing, he fell on the bed. He felt that his eyelids were about to stick together. "When I say you sleep well, I mean that even in an emergency, you won't be so anxious that you can't sleep."

Lancelot moved to the other side to make some space for Ed. "Why can't you sleep?"

"Your family was turned into vampires by goblins, your debt case has not been settled, and you are currently trapped in your room, aren't you?" Ed said with his eyes closed. "And you should have had a better life than you have now. But you are happy most of the time."

"You should cherish everything that you can easily obtain." Lancelot whispered in Ed's ear. "Do I have to keep talking about revenge every day?"

"Oh?" The pillow covered most of Ed's face. He turned his head and looked at the person next to him seriously.

"The more people are obsessed with getting something, the more likely they are to get it reluctantly. Once they get it, they will easily lose it, or they will have to pay a price." Lancelot paused, "But some things that can be easily obtained need to be grasped. Just like Draco was born with wealth, and Harry was born with fame. Everything happened naturally."

"What is this? Egyptian fatalism?" Ed blinked.

"I feel like they never belonged to me," Lancelot continued. "Things that you try to get close to but can't touch are taboos in life."

"Well - if it were me, I would probably pursue him relentlessly." Ed sighed, and saw Lancelot flipping through his notebook out of the corner of his eye. "I advise you not to read it."

"Why?" Lancelot held up Ed's notebook and flipped through it quickly. Soon an amused expression appeared on his face.

"I said don't look." Ed stretched out a hand to stop him, but was stopped halfway by Lancelot.

"What are all these—former Minister of Magic Fudge suspected of having an affair—rumors of discord among star wizard bands—the shining transformation of low-level wizards—someone divorced and remarried, got married suddenly, fell in love later, and finally found true love—there is one child, two children, three children, all young and promising—" Lancelot was overjoyed.

"These are the most popular contents, whether they are news, magazines or stories," Ed said calmly. "These are the contents with the highest reader response among the recent 6,000 daily newspapers."

"I thought it would be some bigger event." Lancelot said as he read the frame of the affair news with great interest.

“At first glance, these contents may not seem elegant or classy, ​​but they can appropriately respond to people’s most unspeakable desires and anxieties. Sales are objective, and numbers don’t lie.” Ed wanted to take back the notebook. “Readers’ consensus can influence the creator’s inclination, but there is nothing shameful about these things that can comfort the public.”

Lancelot reviewed another exaggerated twist in the story, grinning until his teeth were exposed. "Okay." His tone sounded like he was trying to coax someone.

"It's normal to face your own desires and pains and watch things that make you happy...dear fatalistic designer." Ed finally snatched back his notebook. "When I go back to my room to catch up on my sleep, we can discuss the plan of taking the wand to find Harry and Draco."

"Are you leaving now?" Lancelot grabbed Ed who was about to leave. He suddenly leaned closer and looked at Ed's face carefully, his eyes moving from eyebrows, eyelashes, nose bridge, all the way to lips and neck.

Ed held his body tight for a few minutes and finally broke the silence: "What are you doing? From your expression, it seems that you don't have anything nice to say."

Lancelot controlled his breathing and answered slowly: "You asked me to face my desires and pains and watch something that would make me happy - I am watching it seriously now, and you can leave after I finish it."