Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Ron looked at George's back as he left happily, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Merlin bless you." Then he lowered his head and tidied the documents on the desk.

Harry looked at the agreement that had just been signed on the table. The advertising fee written on it was almost an astronomical figure. He couldn't help but sigh: "Is the advertising space before the Quidditch game so expensive?"

"George wants to take over all the advertising space before the Quidditch games," Ron gestured in the air with his hands, "all of them."

Harry thought back to the ads that had been on the scoreboard before. The pre-match content ranged from Beebe's Every-Flavour Beans to Fengya-brand wizard uniforms to brooms... There might have been a lot of companies competing for the advertising space.

"He's going to make dozens of advertisements and run them on the blackboards during the game." Ron shrugged. "The props sold in the stadium and the mascot performances before the game will also cooperate with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. In general, it's equivalent to him buying up all Quidditch advertisements for an astronomical amount of money."

"This time, we're really going all out." Harry thought thoughtfully. "It's a very bold step."

"Yeah, new stores abroad are also planning to open during the same period as the Quidditch events. There's fierce competition in the joke shop market right now, and imitation is always faster than new research and development. But they've always been so willing to carve out a path for themselves, haven't they?" Ron couldn't help but use "they" to refer to George.

Harry watched the contract being automatically sealed into the warehouse, hoping that Quidditch could give George a truly worthy reward.

The World Cup qualifying standings have been released, and the real competition will begin in a month.

Harry glanced at the points of each team hanging on the office bulletin board, and suddenly found that England's performance this year seemed to have a good chance of advancing to the finals.

"Hey!" Harry shouted excitedly as he looked at the scoreboard.

"Yes, yes." Ron looked clear, "This year we will hopefully be able to cheer for our own country's team if England can beat Bulgaria in the next game."

Hearing the name Bulgaria, Harry suddenly felt hopeless again: "It seems Krum is still in their national team?"

"Yes," Ron replied dryly, but soon he regained his cheerful mood. "But who do you think is in the England national team this time?"

Before Harry could guess, Ron revealed the answer, "Wood! Do you remember when we met last time at the Quidditch World Cup he said he had joined the Puddlemere United team? He did very well in this veteran team and was selected for the opportunity to play for England this time. It turns out that his level is also quite strong, and it feels like his belief in winning can overwhelm everyone on the field."

"Suddenly I feel that the group stage cannot be missed." Harry missed the old captain and his crazy training.

"If there is good news, I will send an owl to tell you right away - I will send a patronus to fly over and tell you." Ron was beaming with joy, and was obviously happy that England had a chance to advance to the final.

Suddenly, a small paper airplane used by the Ministry of Magic flew to Harry, indicating that the test report had been completed.

"Item: Silver sword made of goblins, Danger rating: Level 2, Category: Mind control magic, Specific manifestations: It will enhance people's perception of failure and malice, in some cases it will increase people's emotional stress and lead to abnormal behavior, in some cases it may cause people to be unable to distinguish between the normal world and the imaginary world and become mentally ill." Harry returned to the window and read the specific test results.

"Time for the magic of the item to take effect: one hour for close contact within fifty centimeters, or more than one day for long-distance contact within one hundred meters. Side effects: the human body will instinctively seek items with anesthetic effects to reduce the perception of failure and malice. Contact advice: Do not contact."

The window clerk advised Harry not to take the original item back immediately: "If it is transferred to Gringotts, it is recommended to transfer it quickly during working hours. In addition, let the goblins avoid letting such items circulate again."

Harry took the voucher.

Danger rating level 2 is considered a lower risk level among magic items.

However, Harry decided to go back and look after Draco immediately. According to the negative impact analysis and onset time written in the report, Draco should not have escaped from the negative state yet.

Apparating to the woods near his home, Harry trotted all the way home.

The apartment was now completely dark, with only the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the street lights.

Just as Harry was about to go out again, he found a person curled up on the sofa. Harry crouched down and looked closer, and found that it was Draco. His eyes were open, and the shadow of his trembling eyelashes was cast on his cheek, which was stretched very long by the light outside.

"You scared me." Harry patted Draco gently, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Draco seemed to be suddenly awakened from his deep thoughts. He supported himself on the sofa with one hand and tried to sit up, but it seemed that his muscles were numb from not moving for a long time, and he fell back to his original position as if he was exhausted. "You're back? That's great."

Harry reached out his hand to help Draco up, but before he could react, he found himself being held in Draco's arms.

The body temperature came through the clothes, and Harry responded to this unexpected hug in a soothing manner.

At this moment he was sure that Draco was greatly affected, because Harry found that he did not take a shower as soon as he got home. Usually, the smell of Draco's favorite shower gel and perfume would waft around the upstairs and downstairs.

After a day of running around, the smell of Draco's perfume and body wash faded, and Draco now smelled like Draco.

"I feel like a horror movie called 'Harry Will Never Come Back' is playing in my head." Draco spoke with a trembling tone.

"It's okay. This is the normal function of a Level 2 dangerous magic item. It's really careless for you to carry it directly." Harry stroked his back gently, and felt his fingertips seemed to touch the protruding spine when he bent over. "Then do we still need to go out to the bar? Or do you want to rest here? Or do you have any anesthetic potion? That should work."

Harry felt Draco's hair rubbing against his neck, giving him a tickling sensation.

"Of course, let's go now." Draco stood up, and Harry found that his hand was tightly held, pulling him to follow Draco in the dark.

If Matthew launches into hysterical rants when he's under the influence, Alex drinks and slacks off, and Lena escapes.

Draco's reaction at this moment, which was almost coquettish but could not tolerate rejection, distinguished him from the Forsyth family.

Harry felt his fingers were hurt by Draco's grip, but he tried to coax him patiently: "Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks or the Hog's Head? Find a place to Apparate first?"

"Want to go over there and watch you being greeted by a bunch of wizards? I'm going to the Muggle bar." Draco pressed Harry into his arms again, "Don't stay so far away from me."

"Okay - then let's find one nearby?" At this moment, the height difference has given Draco an advantage. Harry found that he had little room to move, so he could only follow Draco's words, while secretly praying in his heart that the effect of the silver sword's curse would wear off quickly.

"Go drink some--nice drinks. Last time I passed by a poster promoting a cocktail the same color as your eyes."