Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Harry looked at Draco and Hermione's meaningful eyes in confusion. What happened?

"You'd better be nicer to him." Hermione said to Draco with a hint of threat, as if she had just punched Draco again.

"Of course." Draco narrowed his eyes. "Has Scholar Granger made any new progress in foresight? Can you predict what kind of grand ceremony I will hold in the future or the specific plans for my honeymoon trip around the world? It's really a headache to think about it now."

Hermione raised her head proudly: "I hope so. I am currently studying the arithmetic divination method for major events. Personal destiny is not yet within my main research direction."

"What would be considered a major event?" Draco asked curiously.

Hermione showed a trace of uneasiness on her face. "For example, major wars, the previous goblin rebellion... the Second Wizarding War started by Voldemort can also be used as data reference."

"Any new developments?" Harry frowned when he heard the name Voldemort.

"Based on the current results, it is very likely that a new storm will arise in the near future." Hermione took a deep breath, "Please be sure to pay attention to safety when carrying out the project."

Draco observed that Hermione's face gradually became solemn, and secretly thought that the so-called next storm might be another bloody storm.

"Because prediction itself is also part of the future, so before the definite results and derivation methods come out, I think I can't interfere too much with you." Hermione added. "Well, I have to go to class. I'm afraid my students have been waiting for me for a while."

"I will stay with the Savior." Draco waved his hand and made a gesture of obedience.

Harry said goodbye to Hermione in a hurry. After watching her walk away, doubts came back to his mind again. Compared with the "major incident", what he wanted to ask more was -

"What were you talking about in the first half of your conversation? What ceremony? What honeymoon? What's good for him?"

"Nothing." Draco evaded the question vaguely, "But if you have any unique insights on weddings or honeymoons, you can share them with me. It can be a topic for casual conversation."

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Passing the pumpkin garden, you will arrive at Hagrid's hut.

There was no Dilwing in front of Hagrid's hut. Instead, there was a group of black winged Pegasus, with bat-like wings attached to their black bodies, and their silver-white eyes looked at the new guests.

"Thestrals," Harry said softly.

"The animal that Hagrid talked about in fifth grade class?" Draco took a look from a distance and thought that these Pegasus were at least better looking than Hippogriffs.

"The school's carriage is pulled by them, and only those who have witnessed death and can truly understand the meaning of death can see it." Harry nodded.

Draco fell silent. He had always seen nothing in front of the carriage to Hogwarts before. He even asked sarcastically in Hagrid's class, "What should we see?"

The reason why he could see these creatures now must be because he witnessed the deaths of countless people in the war.

The door of Hagrid's hut was ajar. Harry knocked gently, but no one answered.

Draco pushed open the door and Fang roared in response, but when it saw that the person coming was Harry, it immediately came over with joy.

Harry leaned forward and touched Fang's head, looking around the cabin. Everything seemed so familiar.

There was a big bed in the corner of the room, a pheasant ham hanging from the ceiling, a quilt made of scraps of cloth, and huge, suspicious-tasting snacks on the table.

The two cups of tea on the table were still steaming, and it seemed that Hagrid was not alone.

"They should be gone soon." Draco understood and tapped the teacup on the table.

"Hagrid won't break his promise, so why don't we wait?" Harry turned around and tried to ask Draco for advice.

"As you wish." Draco produced two comfortable leather chairs and gestured to Harry to invite him in.

The Thestrals were tearing at pieces of meat at the door, and on the other side were pumpkins growing happily in the pumpkin field, ready for Halloween. Harry looked at the place he had visited countless times during his school years, his expression a little dazed.

It seemed like just yesterday when I was first punished into the Forbidden Forest.

After a long time, Hagrid still didn't come back. Draco lay on his back in the leather chair. He was so bored that he picked up Hagrid's homemade rock cake and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he seemed to think that this hard stone-like "cake" should not be classified as food. He withdrew his attention and simply took out a Muggle advanced mathematics textbook to study it.

Perhaps it was because he slept too little, or maybe it was because Hagrid's hut brought Harry a familiar sense of security, but Harry felt his eyelids getting heavy unconsciously, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

When Harry woke up again, it was already evening. He opened his eyes and saw Hagrid, Madame Maxime and Draco chatting with them in a proper manner.

"Ah - sorry - I -" Harry didn't know when he was helped to Hagrid's bed. He hurriedly got up to greet the two of them.

Madame Maxime said gently, "It's okay, child, we just delayed too long."

Hagrid replied gruffly, "Yes, I can see that you are very tired. But our temporary absence may also be related to your current project."

After saying this, Hagrid tilted his head to indicate that Draco had already revealed to them the part of the mission that did not contain confidential information.

"Principal McGonagall asked us to go back to the giant camp where we went to investigate."

"Are they the giant leaders that Voldemort wanted to win over before?" Harry wiped his glasses and asked anxiously.

"Yes, in order to build a good relationship with the giant leader, I gave him a helmet made of Goblin fire and goblins. The giant leader liked it very much. In the final battle of Hogwarts, the giant brought by Voldemort also fought against us."

"So why are you going there again this time?" Harry had a bad feeling in his heart.

"The goblins seem to be trying to contact the giant tribe, perhaps inspired by Voldemort's previous efforts to win over these centrists." Hagrid responded with a serious face.

"Goblins?" Harry was sweating. "But it should be difficult for them to communicate with the giant group."

"That's true, but the goblins also discovered that the armor and equipment they sent were very popular with the giant leader. You know, the goblins have never stopped fighting for their interests." Madame Maxime agreed with Harry's point of view.

"Even when Voldemort was fighting us, the goblins didn't really stand on any side. Except for some goblins in Gringotts who were forced to obey Voldemort, the rest were neutral." Draco held his chin and looked at Harry, "They can do anything for treasures and their own power. In a way, their motives and desires are much easier to understand than house-elves. They want more say, the right to use wands, and the ownership of all goblin-made things."

"This time in the giant camp, we did find clues that goblins had visited the giant camp." Hagrid announced the bad news gloomily.

"So they are actually trying to win over forces other than wizards to fight back? After Gringotts' restructuring, it seems that some goblins feel dissatisfied about having lost control of the wizarding financial system." Harry recalled the Daily Prophet's reports on the remarks and actions of some goblins.

Draco spread his hands. "Perhaps it's not just the giants. Goblins may even be seeking cooperation with Muggles. The relationship between the wizarding world and goblins has always been in a delicate balance. The restructuring of Gringotts may have quietly broken this balance on both ends of the scale."