Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Why are you here again--" Ed felt his hand being grabbed by a familiar force. He tentatively opened his eyes and saw that the werewolf in the room was indeed knocked unconscious in his sleep by Lancelot's stunning spell.

"Check to see if you have lost any limbs or are in a long sleep." Lancelot, who was still under the Disillusionment Charm, answered, and the air he spoke brushed past Ed's ears. "I have given all the information you provided to Harry and Draco. They have been discussing countermeasures with relevant personnel at the Ministry of Magic in the past few days."

"In fact, it would be more convenient to follow the plan we agreed on that night." Ed glared at the air with Harry's green eyes.

"Nothing has been agreed upon." Lancelot said confidently, "I never fully agreed to you being an undercover agent here."

Ed's original plan was to rely on the Daily Prophet's communication notebook to pass on information, but he didn't expect Lancelot to be sneaking around Tonks's house these days as if he was walking around his own backyard, appearing from time to time. With the wand at hand, it became much easier to get information. Except for the need to quickly cast the Confusion Charm every time Teddy came to add potions, the rest of the time he was trying to eavesdrop on the conversations between the goblins and the werewolves.

"Actually, I'm a well-trained reporter. I don't have to worry about these things at all." Ed said without moving his lips.

"But your behavior in front of me is already deeply ingrained - very abrupt clichés and disguises." Lancelot simply sat on the edge of the bed.

The news from Ed shows that the werewolves and goblins took action on the eve of the Quidditch final. The goblins seemed to have bought tickets to the Quidditch final early with a large sum of money, and passed the security check as unregistered werewolves in the Department of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic, and successfully sneaked into the tent camp for the game. As for the details of the actual attack method and how the goblins entered the camp, these have not yet been concluded.

The room was dead silent at night, and the werewolf's breathing became lighter after being knocked unconscious. Ed stood up and stretched his hands and legs towards the window, while continuing to chat with Lancelot.

"If I wanted to disguise myself, I wouldn't have deformed your windowsill when I left." Ed stuck out his tongue and continued, "How could an ordinary cat leave these behind? Or at least change the color of its pupils and meet you in its true form. I'm really interested in you."

"You mean you arranged all this." Lancelot seemed to be worried and added an ear-clogging spell to the house. "Are you explaining your ridiculous behavior?" Lancelot, who was still under the Disillusionment Spell, knew that Ed couldn't see him at all, and Ed was still in the form of Harry - he could only prick up his ears and listen carefully.

"You let me in the next day, which means you're curious about me, right? I guess you like direct things, and I was proven right." Ed scratched his hand. "I like to stimulate impulses, and such behavior probably can't be argued one by one like a logic problem."

"You're betting that I won't throw you out," Lancelot said. "Or do anything to you while I'm watching you and digging into your secrets."

"One of my life mottos is that it is better to regret something than not to regret it. Sometimes not everything will have the expected result. Taking a step back can save a lot of trouble, but that's not me." Ed simply turned sideways and said, "In fact, I had already planned to leave that night in Brick Lane. After being beaten, I woke up and decided to stick around for a while -"

"You seem to be describing how I walked into a trap step by step." Lancelot smiled so that no one could see.

"For a relationship to change, one person has to cross the line first. For someone like you who rarely goes out, I can't pretend to run into you in a grave—" Ed breathed a sigh of relief. He felt his arms and legs gradually become numb and unresponsive after lying in bed for so long. "I don't think you can kiss Harry on the face. You'd better wait until I get out—" He lay back on Teddy's bed.

"First we climbed the ventilation duct, and then we were in the werewolf's den. I always feel that the way we get along is like having an affair—" Lancelot looked at the wand and stenographer he had hidden for Ed.

"Very exciting." Ed commented briefly, "By the way - do you want to hear my plan - there is something even more exciting."

"What?" Lancelot didn't react for a moment.

"Have you got the goblin password for the underground passage of Gringotts?" Ed said with his eyes closed. "I don't think the Ministry of Magic will act immediately. After all, the goblins have not yet taken real military measures. If the wizards take action first, the goblins will become the defending party."

"so?"

"The Ministry of Magic will probably still have a conflict with the goblins on the eve of the Quidditch final," Ed said slowly, "either by whatever means they use, or by any means they can think of to reduce the number of casualties on the field of play - or by killing their plans halfway."

"So you're going to the Quidditch camp to help out on site?" Lancelot deduced.

"Let's take advantage of that time to go to the underground lake of Gringotts and destroy the goblin strongholds." The moonlight from the window poured in, and there was a fleeting glimmer in his green eyes. "I think most of the goblins will be transferred to the front line where they are fighting at that time. When they return home, give them a surprise - just like the goblins did to you." Ed said without hesitation.

"...Sometimes I feel that it is you who is at odds with the goblins, not me. However, it seems that there is never a legitimate reason for such revenge, because goblins always use other people's hands to accomplish their goals." Lancelot squatted down and said, "Just like hiring vampires to attack my family before, and this time inciting werewolves to attack wizards."

"If you don't dump me and break up with me now - then your family is also my family - bullying you is bullying me." Ed said clearly, "If no one discovered the flaw of the fake Harry in advance, the consequences caused by the goblin this time are unforgivable."

"On the night of the full moon, you have to leave this dangerous place and go to some places that may be even more dangerous—" Lancelot felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

"Those dragons that were locked up by the goblins will need to be dealt with sooner or later. There is also an even worse possibility. If the goblins can somehow move the dragons to the Quidditch field that night - there will be about 100,000 spectators, the scene will definitely be chaotic."

"We probably can't just let these fire dragons fly around like we did in the seabed." Lancelot seemed to imagine the scene of fire dragons attacking the audience. "Then let's - take action before night falls? Get out of here first."

"I doubt that the existing research bases can accommodate so many illegally raised fire dragons." Ed stared at the ceiling and said, "But we can try to contact..."