Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Alex sent me a message saying that Matthew agreed to lend him the silver sword as a prop for the drama." Draco replied to Alex at an extremely slow typing speed while walking upstairs.

It was a day without tutoring classes and Harry hadn't gotten up yet.

Since living in a duplex apartment with Harry, one of Draco's favorite activities was to pull Harry out of bed like pulling a carrot every day, and then look at his frizzy hair and sleepy emerald green eyes with satisfaction, watching him fall into his arms defenselessly, trying to stay in a daze for a few more minutes.

"It's noon, let's go downstairs to eat." Draco pinched Harry's cheek and shook him a few times, trying to wake him up faster.

"No today - let's arrange it." Harry felt like he could never get enough sleep after getting up early for squash lessons for a long time.

"You just told me yesterday that you wanted me to remind you to get up at noon." Draco answered patiently, turning around and pulling open the curtains.

The sunlight outside poured in from the window, "Oh. Let me think, today..." The sudden light made Harry's consciousness much clearer.

It took Harry a while to realize that his pajamas had dropped below his shoulders. This set of pajamas was given to him by Draco because he disliked the fabric of the previous set because it was too hard ("Soft and comfortable pajamas can ensure a good sleep").

"I made an appointment with Hagrid to go see Wilting." Harry was already wearing his signature round-frame glasses.

"What are you so depressed about?" Draco followed Harry downstairs.

"Buckbeak," Harry added, "the hippogriff you provoked."

"Well... okay." Draco put down the plate of lunch.

"I've requested to go back to Hogwarts via the Floo and then go find Hagrid." Harry checked the time and wolfed down his food. "Do you want to come along? Since we have no plans for today."

"Alex's family is on vacation today, and tomorrow is the day of his audition and squash competition. I haven't been back to Hogwarts in a long time, maybe I can?" Draco shook his phone and showed Harry the new message from Alex.

In order to be able to contact the Forsyth family in a timely manner, such as receiving temporary time adjustments ("There is a family dinner today!" "Alex's creative writing teacher has to change the time at the last minute!" "We are on vacation and can't come back because of weather reasons!"), Draco has bought a new tool that every Muggle has - a mobile phone.

Draco currently has only four people added to his social media accounts, apart from the Forsyth family of three, there is only Harry.

He had clicked on Harry's motionless profile picture many times.

"Well... who was the person who replied to you under the status you posted on your account?" Draco moved the phone screen in front of Harry, looking suspicious.

"No. They're just strangers." Harry took a quick look.

"So you are also famous in the Muggle world?"

"No, it was a photo I posted a long time ago. Maybe it was automatically recommended to strangers by the software?" Harry pointed his wand at the clean plate and said, "Clean it up."

"To be fair, their comments are a bit over the line." Draco raised his voice to express his doubt. "Why did this person reply: my wife whom I have never met? What is this?"

"All netizens are like this." Harry shrugged. "Maybe they like each other? But we really don't know each other."

"Isn't being the heartthrob of the wizarding world enough, Potter?" Draco seemed a little indignant. He took Harry's phone and opened his social software. Similarly, except for Hermione, Dean and Mr. Weasley, the contacts were only the Forsyth family and him.

“Why are there so many red dots sent by strangers?”

"I haven't clicked on it to read it." Harry swiped the screen a few times with a lack of interest and quickly cleared a few unread messages.

Draco put away his unpredictable expression and said, "Let me help you delete it. It looks - too messy now."

"Thank you." Harry put the dishes back in place and prepared to go upstairs to change clothes. "I'll use the Floo powder to return to Hogwarts when I'm done."

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Two handsome guys in Muggle clothes appeared in Hogwarts School, and students in school robes who passed by cast curious glances at them.

Draco wore a long dark trench coat with a scarf. In order to avoid the gazes and pointers from all around him, he simply pulled the scarf higher and buried his face in it.

Harry, who was standing next to him, put on a sports sweatshirt and jeans and directly called Draco to set off.

"It's Harry Potter!"

"The savior is back!"

"Is it true? Or is this someone's prank?"

Harry was already used to hearing whispers from all directions while walking on the road, so he pulled Draco and walked quickly towards Hagrid's hut.

"I can't imagine having to live this kind of life being pointed at every day." After passing several classrooms and seeing fewer and fewer students around, Draco gathered his scarf and put it back in place.

"You were one of those people who pointed fingers before." Harry spread his hands, "and you were a loud fighter."

"It's because you rejected me when I first showed my affection to you, and you--" Draco stopped his accusation in the middle of his words because a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Oh! Harry! You're back!" Hermione was so surprised that she almost dropped the pile of books in her arms.

"Ron said a few days ago that you left school for research? I thought I wouldn't have a chance to see you today." Harry gave Hermione a hug happily.

"Yes, but I returned to school early and completed the investigation ahead of time." Hermione seemed to remember something, "The silver sword must be checked before touching, Harry."

"Okay, we haven't actually got it yet, but it will be soon." Harry nodded.

It was then that Hermione noticed Draco standing next to Harry.

Draco took the initiative to extend his hand: "Granger, long time no see."

Hermione shook hands politely, and suddenly felt a familiar scene flash by, but she didn't react for a while.

"I heard that you are studying Arithmancy? This course is a required course for working in Gringotts, and I think it is very interesting." Draco tried to bring up a topic that Hermione would be interested in.

When Hermione heard the word "arithmetic divination", her eyes suddenly widened.

Profile of the blond-haired boy who did the divination for Harry's marriage prediction!

It seems to be very similar to the one in front of me...

Hermione was startled by this sudden information.

"So you are also very knowledgeable about this subject?" Hermione observed Draco's expression, as if trying to test whether he had come to the same conclusion as her.

"Understand? I just learned some existing applications, but may not have expanded them." Draco didn't know how to respond to Hermione for a moment.

"Have you verified the existing conclusions on yourself?"

Hermione's slightly strange questioning expression made Draco suddenly understand what she was asking.

To verify, people who study arithmetic divination always have to test the conclusions on themselves first.

Draco was no exception.

This is also the reason why he will eventually discover the secret buried deep in his heart, a feeling that he himself is unwilling to admit and has been buried for many years.

On the day he figured out his results, he suddenly realized why he had abandoned the etiquette teachings of his "noble blood" and done so many incredible things over the years.

Love is involuntary. When the brain's instructions are contrary to one's own wishes, it will always be so abrupt.

"Well, I have calculated it, although the conclusion has not yet been realized in reality." Draco winked at Hermione and put an arm on Harry's shoulder, "but I firmly believe in it."