Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Harry suddenly woke up from the hospital bed. Because he was not wearing glasses, everything he saw was a blur of white. The smell of potion floating in the air made Harry feel a little familiar in his daze.

It seems to be in St. Mungo's Hospital for Wizardry.

After a few minutes, Harry's consciousness gradually became clear, and the pain in his arms and neck became sharper. The skin on his arms seemed to be burned, and his neck felt like someone had driven a nail into it - or a hole had been drilled by a dragon's tooth.

The last few scenes before he fell into a coma also came back to his memory.

Lancelot's old SUV drove on the road filled with sunset glow... Draco lay on the back of the driver's seat and discussed the plan to approach Professor Eugene seriously... The black dragon spread its wings from high in the sky... The Muggle car was crushed into scrap metal under the black dragon's footsteps... The fireball sprayed directly fell on his exposed arm... Auror colleagues and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures came... He was caught in the black dragon's teeth and thrown into the air... Draco lifted the barrier he had set up and rushed towards him...

Draco?

Harry thrust his arm out from under the sheets as if expecting something, as if he was sure that someone would grab him immediately, just like when he got up every day someone would grab his hand and pull him out from under the covers.

Maybe not.

The fingers left the warm quilt and stayed in the air, feeling the cold air in the ward, but the imagined person did not appear.

So he endured the tearing pain and tentatively reached out to the cabinet on the side. Sure enough, the glasses were there, and next to the glasses was a bowl of relatively warm medicine.

My vision finally became clear again, and the deep blue outside the window suggested that it was already night.

What about others?

Harry turned around and used his uninjured arm to pick up the bowl and drink. Reason told him that he should think about the safety of the Muggles that day, how the black dragon suddenly appeared on the road into the city, and the next target, Professor Eugene, or think about when he can be discharged from the hospital.

But he seemed unable to control his thoughts at the moment. Footsteps were heard at the door, and Harry's movement of holding the medicine bowl stopped in mid-air.

Lancelot entered the ward with the nurse.

Harry was surprised to find himself disappointed.

"You finally woke up." Lancelot put his backpack aside carelessly. "That dragon was an unregistered dragon, and its teeth were coated with a new type of powerful anesthetic - the one developed by your classmates. You slept for two days after it bit you."

"Is it also a dragon raised privately by someone?" Harry touched the deep wound on the back of his neck.

"We guessed so. But the location where it appeared is really strange. You know, not far from this road is the office building of the Muggle Prime Minister. I suspect he is arguing with Kingsley now. This is a major accident in the Ministry of Magic."

"What happened next?" Harry frowned slightly. He had a foreboding of the extent of the trouble just by thinking of so many Muggles at the scene.

"We can only say that we have helped the staff to repair the Muggle cars at the scene to the best of our ability and then modified their memories one by one. However, there are tall buildings on both sides, so it is hard to guarantee that there will be no escapees." Lancelot pulled his hair and sighed fiercely. "I suddenly feel that fighting zombies in the tomb every day is not bad. Every job has its own hardships. In the tomb, at most I will be secretly killed by an ancient curse, but here I can bring bad news to the front page of the news."

Harry put the bowl back on the cupboard and sank into silence, leaning against the pillow.

Lancelot opened his backpack and said, "This is a small gift for you. I found a beautiful old comb in a new royal tomb yesterday. It can tame all stubborn warped hair." He demonstrated it on his own hair. The hair became obedient as if it was coated with hair wax. "Although it's not a valuable item, it may make you feel better while you are recovering from an illness. It's top-notch stuff used by the Pharaoh."

Harry absentmindedly played with the old comb, looking up at the ward door from time to time, but after the nurse left, no new figure appeared at the door.

Although the comb is indeed useful, my hair actually became smooth under its control.

There was silence in the ward for a few minutes.

Harry finally broke the silence: "Um - where's Draco? I don't think I see him?"

Lancelot chuckled as if he was amused. His heterochromatic eyes met Harry's innocent yet curious gaze. "I was wondering how long you would hold back before asking this question, you Englishman who beats around the bush."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his reaction. It seemed that nothing bad happened after he was bitten unconscious.

"Of course he is tutoring the Forsyth kid. It's math class time now, and he is also taking your squash class." Lancelot slowly announced the answer.

"He insisted on using your time-turner to stay by your bedside for the first two days, but because he had to report the incident to the Ministry of Magic, pay part of the Muggle car repair bill, attend two classes, and get information about the auction items, and then stay by your side all night with his eyes open, I think he has dark circles under his eyes like a vampire."

Lancelot checked the bowl of medicine and found that Harry had finished all the medicine obediently. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then I will ask Draco to stop using the time-turner. If both of you fall down, I may have to take you to the bottom of the pyramid to sleep with the mummy... and then I will work hard for Gringotts..."

"So that's how it is." Harry lowered his eyes, seeming to feel much more relieved.

"The medicine should contain a sedative ingredient. If you take good care of your wound, it shouldn't hurt so much soon. The moves you used against the black dragon were really amazing." Lancelot lowered his head to check Harry's burned arm. The skin on his arm was now an ugly pink, like the wrinkled skin of a newborn baby. "When you first came, your arm was still charred and black, like a piece of burnt charcoal. Now it looks much better."

"Yeah. I definitely will." Harry nodded obediently.

"I have to continue working. My treasure hunt progress has been slightly delayed these days. Please keep in touch. The business of making money cannot be delayed. I will come back when you need me." Lancelot put on his backpack again and looked into the distance with a firm gaze.

After saying goodbye, the door of the ward was closed with a few soft sounds, and silence returned to the surroundings.

What time does Draco's math class end?

Harry realized that his thoughts were beginning to spiral out of control again.

He closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to imagine Draco running back and gritting his teeth, scolding him for showing off, or mocking him for being a savior again, or simply not saying a word, but forcing him to drink the medicine with a bad temper.

Harry felt his fingers twitch and there was only air grasping at his fingertips.

For a few minutes, he had some dark thoughts in his mind: Does Alex really have to take this class?

The facilities in the ward were very comprehensive, and Draco had perhaps arranged the quietest room for him in St. Mungo's.

But the ward for one person is really empty. When will he come back?