Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

After the unbreakable oath was completed, the room fell into silence for a short while. It seemed that everyone had forgotten why they came and what they were going to do, and just watched the red spell wrapped around their arms gradually disappear.

Draco slowly withdrew his hand, and patted Teddy's head lightly on the way out, as if he was very unskilled in showing goodwill to the wolf cub he had just adopted. "I think I should go back to Harry first. It would be even better if we can really stop the werewolf attacks. Werewolves don't need any more bad reputations, especially those generated in international competitions."

Teddy's eyes were heavy. The experiences he had experienced since he was growing up had endowed him with maturity more than ten years earlier. What Draco had just said about the goblin's plan undoubtedly added a lot of weight to this heavy feeling.

"I thought you would only help purebloods, not people like me." Teddy undoubtedly knew about the wizard family's obsession with purebloods, but he still spoke a little helplessly, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

Draco didn't comment. He was about to leave, but Teddy's words made him hesitate. His views on pure-blood theory were no longer the same as when he was young, but he was not completely opposed to it. Keeping a noble and ancient family name was not a bad thing. The family brought him favorable conditions and a relatively higher status, just like the British Muggles have not given up the royal family and knighthood.

But Draco didn't think of a good answer at the moment. He was worried about Teddy largely because of Harry. At the same time, Teddy's kinship with his family was also a fact. If it weren't for Harry, Draco would probably have chosen to stand by and watch. But because of Harry's persistence, Draco now chose to give more.

Seeing Draco's silence, Ed slowly said, "Pure-blood is not necessarily just about hereditary blood and wealth. To a greater extent, it is hereditary spirit. When war comes, Muggle nobles will lead civilians to resist foreign enemies. Nobles require themselves to be well-educated and value honor - I think wizards are the same. Nobles have more wealth and stronger abilities. It is normal if they choose to shoulder more responsibilities."

Draco smiled as if to mock himself: "This is terrible. I can't imagine how much more I have to do to reach the level you mentioned."

Teddy showed a grateful look when he heard this. Lancelot beside him also echoed: "Some important inventions also come from these wealthy and leisurely people - because they have a lot of time and money to squander on less practical and urgent ideas - for example, one of their family's investment projects is about the research and development of werewolf potion."

"I'm overwhelmed by your expectations." Draco smoothed his hair. "Why are you all singing the same tune? Can't I just be a simple, pure rich snob?"

"But you're not. We're adding a character introduction for you." Ed raised his notebook seriously again, covering half of his face.

"If wizards are not so willing to make friends with you, you can come and play with my sister." Lancelot seemed to remember something, "She happens to be a vampire. No magic school is willing to accept converted vampire children."

"I was thinking of building one." Draco paused again on his way out the door.

"A what?" asked Lancelot.

"A school that can train these children. I can offer a very high salary. If it is really losing money, we can just close it down." Draco pointed at Lancelot, "Are you interested in using the money I gave you before to pay for your sister's tuition? I really have to leave first. I need to go find Harry."

"A school?" Teddy's eyes widened.

"It may not be realistic to use your family's influence to get you into Hogwarts - considering that the oath you made prohibits you from maliciously attacking others, maybe you should learn the Disarmament Spell carefully." Draco said, "The Wizarding War did not end with a Killing Curse, but with the Disarmament Spell -"

"The end of the war." Teddy repeated Draco's words subconsciously.

"It's not a messy fight, attack, bloodshed, cursing, and sacrifice. It's -" Draco put his index finger on his lips, "Shh. That's it. Let's start solving the problem now."

Ed got into Lancelot's car. The previous time he escaped from the island was in the dark, but now the bright daylight allowed him to see everything inside the car.

"It's quite impressive that you can keep such an old car running normally." Ed carefully let go of the handle.

"You speak much nicer than Draco. He can only make sarcastic remarks about how old this car is, although you both mean the same thing." Lancelot replied dryly.

"My mind is full of thoughts right now - my sister may be able to go to school - I'm so happy -" Lancelot turned his head and put their bad comments about the car behind him.

"Perhaps this was one of the suggestions Harry and Draco made when they discussed countermeasures with the Ministry of Magic. It can be seen that they really want to take this child seriously." Ed looked at Teddy who was being taken away by the Ministry of Magic. The car had already flown into the sky, and the buildings near Tonks Mansion were gradually shrinking.

"I'm very happy to be able to study in a magic school. I guess I'm tired of studying on my own." Lancelot thought of his wandering days.

"That depends on the school atmosphere," said Ed. "But there will be a lot of people your age at school, so you can make good friends or fall in love while you're still young."

"You seem very experienced." As soon as Lancelot finished speaking, he felt himself enveloped by an ice-blue gaze.

"You seem to be more sensitive than I thought. I just thought of a certain international football star who failed in his pursuit of love." Ed's voice was full of laughter. "You seem to care about me a lot. I'm happy."

Lancelot turned his head in embarrassment, and met the sight of the man in the co-pilot seat without surprise. He had a strange feeling when he first met those eyes, but he couldn't describe it accurately. But at this moment he seemed to understand - it felt like the prey looking at the hunter's raised wand - or the feeling of being watched before eating a dessert - from the perspective of the dessert.

Lancelot was never a master of brain magic such as Legilimency, and could not interpret the various thoughts behind people's eyes, but he had seen Ed's expression at this moment in certain scenes, the expression of looking at the cake on the plate and thinking about whether to eat the cream first, the fruit on top, or the cake base at the bottom.

"You're dreaming." Lancelot said without thinking, and his heartbeat accelerated to over a hundred beats for no reason.

"We can go to the goblin stronghold through the passage in the underground lake of Gringotts, and then contact the Fire Dragon Office or other places depending on the situation. I originally thought that this long night would allow me to practice the dark magic that I haven't used for a long time - cast some Fiendfyre or something -" Ed's slightly cool fingers rested on Lancelot's arm. "But we can also make a quick decision."

"Oh."

"Then go to my house."

Lancelot suddenly stopped the flying car and looked at Eddard, who had only said half a sentence, in panic - he really had a face with vivid features, and even if the expression was so obvious that it could trap people, this handsome face could still put people at a disadvantage and make them passive.

"Why not go to my house?" Lancelot regretted what he said immediately. It seemed that this was not the point of his rebuttal.

Ed's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then the corners of his mouth raised a little more. "If you like, of course I can - but considering that your house has poor sound insulation, the little boy playing music next door will hear the big brother scolding them - is this -"

"Why didn't you shout?" Lancelot said without thinking. He stepped on the accelerator and increased the flying speed.

"Maybe we can try both - do you want to hear a cat's meow or a human's -" Ed replied calmly, "I can help you cast a Transfiguration spell to turn you into a cat - the teaching quality of our Durmstrang is pretty good -"