Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"I can't believe the goblins actually discounted the price so much." Draco frowned as he looked at the Gringotts treasure buyback appraisal form and the few gold Galleons that were finally paid.

Draco originally estimated the repurchase price of the silver sword to be around five hundred Galleons.

"It's always like this when doing business with goblins, not to mention that the bargaining power for repurchase is in their hands." Lancelot came over, picked up the repurchase appraisal form and read it quietly.

"The silver sword is confirmed to be made by a fairy, 90% new. It is suspected that a wizard has cast mind control magic on the item in the past six months. Since fairy products can only absorb things that can make them stronger, the magic is not used delicately, which makes the subsequent reforging of the sword more difficult. The wizard's despicable behavior has greatly reduced the value of the pure sword, so it is discounted by 95% from the original valuation. Because this sword was made by a fairy, it will not be returned."

"What a sentimental testimonial," Harry said with a wry smile.

"It's better for me to throw it in the basement than for the goblins to humiliate me with a few Galleons." Draco tossed the heavy gold Galleons between his fingers. "But at least I can report the progress to the Ministry of Magic."

Lancelot seemed to be thinking about something. "Before, if it was a treasure with an ancient curse, the goblins would only discount it by about 5%. The discount this time shows that the goblins are very angry."

"I thought the original effect of this sword was given by the goblin." Harry asked.

Lancelot shook his head. "Based on my many years of experience dealing with fairies, they value their own works. It is indeed not like fairies to add some messy magical effects to their products."

"They pride themselves on the power and beauty of their creations, and inducing people to increase their pressure and seek anesthetics or drink to drown their sorrows does seem like a case of failed magical attachment..." Draco pouted and put a few gold Galleons into the bag. "These are far from enough for 2,000 Galleons. I think I may have to go to the Malfoy family vault."

Lancelot smiled broadly, "I won't mistreat a straightforward trader."

"I'm just going to check out the new security measures the goblins have put in place." Draco took Harry's arm and walked towards the vault.

"The magical memory substance that wizards use to authenticate their identities?" Harry recalled Draco's visit to the house long ago.

"Yes, there is a reserved spot for people other than yourself to open the vault." Draco reminded. "I reserved it for you - for testing, you can try it later."

Before Harry looked up in surprise and asked "Why", Lancelot, who was listening to the conversation between the two, smiled knowingly.

Draco turned around and gave Lancelot a glare, suggesting that he should stop talking nonsense.

Lancelot pretended to be so disgusted that he was about to vomit, then quickly performed a small magic trick and spit out a bunch of roses from his mouth.

The sudden noise and the bright red petals on the ground attracted the attention of Gringotts goblins and customers.

Lancelot covered his chest and muttered in a voice that only Draco could hear: "I really can't stand the way you British people show your affection in a roundabout way."

"I can't stand your Egyptian desire to show off. Do you want me to help you put the petals back into your mouth?" Draco waved his wand to clean up the floor.

"If the flower supplier for your wedding is a competitive position, I might be able to give it a try." Lancelot smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.

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In order to show his sincerity in reaching a deal with Draco, Lancelot kindly invited the two of them to get on his SUV and return to the city where they lived.

"This is the treasure I got as a gift for helping another curse-breaker last time. It allows me to roam freely in the desert. After all, there are tourists all around the pyramids now, and I'm afraid of alerting the Muggles if I Apparate." Lancelot put two large bags of gold coins into the trunk and happily jumped onto the driver's seat, looking ready to go.

Draco silently touched the leather surface of the handlebars that had fallen off due to long-term use. It was obvious that this car was very old.

Even though Lancelot played loud jazz music in the carriage, it couldn't stop Harry and Draco from feeling the slight vibrations of the car while it was driving and the strange noises that sometimes occurred.

"Does it feel good?" the recipient of 2,000 Galleons asked proudly in the front row.

"Your car looks as experienced as you are." Draco drawled out his tone, and accidentally knocked off a piece of the car cover when he raised his hand.

It was almost evening and the sun was gradually sliding towards the end of the long road. It turned out that driving into the city at this time was not a good idea. There were constant traffic jams along the way and every car was forced to stop every time it moved a few centimeters.

The metallic glow cast by the setting sun on the road was a bit dazzling, so Lancelot simply turned around and started chatting with the two of them.

"Perhaps your first meeting with the professor can be arranged at the auction, which is next week. I will take care of the admission quota." Lancelot tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, thinking, "Eugene - that is, the professor, he will not miss the next auction. The Horus Amulet he likes is on the next list."

"So how are we supposed to get to know him?" Harry leaned forward.

"Why not just bid for the item he likes and get his attention?" Draco suggested.

"Snatching someone's love seems to be a good choice. Eugene has been eyeing this collection for a long time." Lancelot moved the car forward a short distance and then stepped on the brakes. "But it requires some financial support."

"It's a simple solution." Draco replied, "What kind of person is Eugene?"

"In fact, I don't know him very well, but he would secretly transfer some of the valuable treasures obtained from school or national projects to the black market to make money. I can conclude that he likes money just like me."

"He often pays attention to the information of the auction house because there are often some undervalued items that can be auctioned at a low price and then resold to make money." Lancelot tried to recall. "Compared to us wizards who rely on magic to detect the source of treasures, Muggle professors also have a deeper understanding of soil texture, history and space-"

"Oh my God!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, interrupting their conversation. Draco looked at him and found that he was pale and looking up through the car window.

"Get out of the car!" Harry shouted, hastily opening the door.

"What—" Draco was pulled down before he could react. He felt a large area of ​​light around him being blocked out, and a strange roar and sound of wind passed over his head. He raised his head.

Dragon.

It was swooping down from the sky to the ground, its long wings with spikes spread out, its purple eyes looking down at the densely packed vehicles on the road, the ridges on its back were like sharp blades, and its rough black scales emitted a dim light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The panicked Muggles rushed out of the carriage and fled in all directions.

Dragon flames were about to burst out of the black dragon's mouth. Harry shouted to Draco and Lancelot, "Maybe we need to ask the Ministry of Magic for help, and we need to give all the Muggles here amnesiacs."

Then Harry quickly took out his wand, and an invisible barrier quickly appeared, isolating the Muggle and Draco together. On the other side, only Harry was left confronting the black dragon alone.

"Come on, baby." Harry looked up and stared at the black dragon's movements, hitting its eyes with several red spells. The black dragon crushed the back of the car while struggling, and several flames spewed out of the black dragon's mouth, burning Harry's clothes.

Harry felt a few bursts of burning pain, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten the feeling of pain since he started this mission. Blood flowed down the torn clothes.

The Muggles panicked in the invisible protective shield, slapping the invisible wall with their hands in an attempt to escape. Amid screams, Lancelot quickly snatched Draco's wand from his attempt to retract the shield. "Notify the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible so that you can help him the fastest. Letting the Muggles escape will have even more serious consequences."

Draco cursed loudly with red eyes. Lancelot summoned a Patronus from the tip of his staff and commanded it to fly directly into the distance. He then looked at Harry who was controlling the black dragon with a binding spell.

"He can do it. If there's anything you want to teach him, we can talk about it when he gets home."