Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

In the midst of the flying spells, Dennis Creevey, as a frontline reporter, dodged left and right, trying to leave a few key photos. This is a remote swamp, which seems to have been unvisited for a long time. The Ministry of Magic connected the landing point of the portkey to this place, making the goblins, giants and Aurors fighting in a ball seem to have entered an isolated battlefield.

Dennis quickly found two familiar figures in the crowd, Harry and Draco were fighting the goblin back to back. A straight scar on Draco's forehead made his face look a little scary, the mud splashed from the swamp mixed with his blood, making his face blurry, Dennis quickly recognized it as the mark of being cut by the goblin's sword.

Dennis wanted to draw his wand and join the battle - although the situation was now very clear, with a large group of goblins bound and thrown aside by spells, it was only a matter of time before the Aurors completely controlled the battlefield. A few wisps of purple smoke came out of the camera - he got a very good photo - Harry and Draco trusted each other with their backs to each other, surrounded by flying spells and cursing goblins, and the faint moonlight gave the two people's focused but determined expressions a layer of silver edges.

Looking at the viewfinder, Dennis suddenly seemed to understand something - Rita Skeeter was right, the so-called scandal, the gossip about the savior's love affair, this photo had already brought the answer to him.

It is not easy to have a resounding reputation in the wizarding world. Although celebrities can be created through public relations events and sophisticated publicity, the birth of a hero requires a period of brewing. Harry Potter in front of us is such a hero. He has neither the amazing wealth of a pure-blood family nor the amazing evil of Voldemort. Heroes usually achieve themselves.

Dennis Creevey flipped through the old photos, as if reviewing today's results - if the photos were enough, then he would also join the battlefield, just as he had joined the Battle of Hogwarts when he was young.

He had just come from the Quidditch World Cup - Dennis had taken some crazier photos there. The Weasleys' magical tricks that could help people transform had excited all the fans - they turned into rabbits, deer, bears, eagles... and had fun together in the camp - no one even noticed that there were Aurors flying around in the sky and catching all the wolves mixed in with the animals.

Some wizards had somehow lit a bonfire in the open space of the camp, and the animals were dancing in circles in a very funny posture. The singing came out of the animals' throats, sounding like some kind of howling. Some animals even rushed over the fence of the field, as if they wanted to revel in a more open field. Several birds that were obviously transformed by wizards flew around in the ring of the Quidditch field, as if they wanted to do a dance with their wings.

Everything is fine, this is the answer Dennis got when he asked the Ministry of Magic officials when he left the stadium. Their expressions were extremely nervous, but it seemed understandable, after all, it was a huge challenge to restore the stadium to its original state before the game started at dawn.

Tomorrow's Daily Prophet might need to be published in full color. Dennis had already sent in such a request, knowing that at this moment, on the last night before the Quidditch final, huge news was happening elsewhere on Earth.

The pictures that Ed sent through his communication notes were equally shocking: a large group of fire dragons were flying under the control of groups of wizards, almost covering the entire night sky.

The single-person communication message sent by Ed was interspersed with a selfie of a cat wearing a golden mask, with a dragon and a pyramid in the sunset in the background: "I want to tell Rita that the dragon burned my arm. I need to rest for a few weeks. In the meantime, I may continue Dumbledore's great discovery and propose thirteen uses for dragon blood."

"What's the thirteenth use?" Dennis smiled as he stared at Ed's cat selfie.

“Make egg tarts.”

A large group of new wizard reinforcements arrived at the swamp. They wore clothes from different countries and shouted at each other in languages ​​that they could not understand. It seemed that the Ministry of Magic was contacting other countries for support. The goblins were defeated by more and more wizards.

Dennis saw Harry and Draco supporting each other as they stepped aside to allow the new reinforcements to work, so he walked over to them to see if he could offer any help.

Draco's face was covered with many cuts from the sharp sword, and his bloody face looked like a piece of failed pottery.

"Be careful, don't move." Dennis heard Harry say this, pulled out his wand and chanted along the scar.

"I won't be disfigured, will I?" Draco gasped in pain and spoke intermittently. He clutched Harry's robes tightly and endured the pain of his skin healing.

"It will take some time to fully recover, but there won't be any scars. Considering I've been to St. Mungo's so many times, I can now heal it almost completely," Harry said with some heartache.

"The Savior has become a doctor after suffering from long-term illness." Draco grinned and obediently let Harry add new healing spells.

"You didn't cry," said Harry.

"Really?" Draco said calmly, "Perhaps only if you say you don't love me anymore will I want to cry. I still have to build a school for your godson Teddy. I'm already grown up. Adults only shed tears in very rare circumstances."

"I didn't mean to put so much pressure on you." Harry held Draco's head in his arms.

"You don't feel like you owe me anything for this, do you?" Draco laughed so hard that his shoulders shook. "You can make it up to me."

"Compensation for what?" Harry helped Draco clean up the blood.

"Why don't we get married?" Draco nuzzled Harry's chest. "Although the scene is dirty and not romantic at all, and my face doesn't look presentable, or this request sounds hasty, but I'm not saying this on a whim. I've wanted to say this for a long time."

Draco looked up at Harry, whose face was also covered in mud and blood. That was his gentle lover.

"Then I'm going to change my address from now on - call my husband or my hubby Draco." Harry sniffed.

"You can change your words from the next second. But I'm really happy to think that I'll be able to hear this every day in the future." Draco smiled with his teeth showing. He stood up, clasped Harry's hand, and walked deeper into the swamp. "Let's go. There's still a little finishing touch. If there's enough time, I also want to turn into a crazy rabbit and dance around on the Quidditch field."

"Before the summer is over, we can go back to Hogwarts and take some pictures by the lake where you cried before graduation." Harry followed Draco.

Dennis Creevey watched the two men walk away.

Just as a report can never fully describe a person's magnificent life, but it is enough to describe a few shining fragments worth collecting. If I have more to say, I will stop here.

There are many things that will happen tomorrow, perhaps a wonderful game, a pre-match advertisement that brings together the happiest moments of all the audience, a plate of egg tarts with questionable taste, or wedding news that has alarmed most of the British wizarding world...

Love and hope make us look forward to tomorrow.

【End of full text】