Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"I think we still need to retain some of our most primitive hunting instincts." Matthew wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, then reached out and patted his son Alex on the shoulder. "Most people nowadays live a life with a clear trajectory: study, get married, and then find a regular, unchanging assembly line job until they get old. But I don't want you to be like that, Alex."

"I want you to live as a hunter, not some kind of house pet. As an heir and as my son."

The private plane chartered by Matthew had just taken off at this moment. The scene outside the window gradually changed from city buildings that shrank to the size of ants to suburbs and green grass, and then to thick clouds and blue sky.

Harry and Draco were dining with the Forsyth family face to face, listening to Matthew's endless comments. The interior of the plane looked like a miniature luxury hotel. Although the decoration was extremely gorgeous, the seats inside still seemed a bit cramped after a large space was divided for the huge wine cabinet, dining table and folding sofa.

At this moment, they were heading to "a small island bought by a friend of the Lake Club" as Matthew said, just to celebrate the annual hunting season. Harry recalled that there were many subdivided small groups in the Lake Club, and this meeting might be just one of them.

"These refined foods make people forget what they looked like before they were processed, and forget the difficulty of obtaining food and the predatory nature required for survival."

Draco praised the Wellington steak and oysters set meal that Matthew had asked the private jet crew to prepare in advance, and he had no trouble guessing what Matthew was thinking at the moment. "These instincts should not be forgotten."

"The children may have only seen what a piece of packaged venison looks like, but have never seen a real deer. How to find it, hunt it, and then dissect it and serve it on the table. We are dressed in suits and ties now, but if we can look back at the way our ancestors first survived by eating raw meat and drinking blood, it must be an important lesson for Alex."

Matthew thrust his fork into a piece of steak and popped it into his mouth - the golden puff pastry and mushroom sauce surrounding it made it look like a dessert, "I think it still tastes a little cold, which is a shame."

"Yeah, warm food makes me feel like it still has the animal's body temperature, rather than chewing on something cold and boring," Draco agreed.

Matthew seemed to be even more excited, and added a large piece of steak to Alex's plate. "Cherish this opportunity. Hunting in the forest is a matter of both danger and opportunity. Fight! Plunder! Cooperation! This is the world we live in, my little hunter."

Lina echoed, "He participated in this event last year, and I believe he can do better this time."

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco. After the silver sword was swapped, Matthew and Alex still maintained their original relationship, but overall they were no longer too extreme. Harry was satisfied to find that Alex had no interest in the white wine on the table - at least it showed that their previous work still had some effect.

Although the goblins, the suddenly appearing black dragon and this mysterious club are still shrouded in mystery.

While the family of three across the street were beginning to argue about how many deer Matthew had hunted last year, Draco placed a large pile of vegetables on Harry's plate with very smooth movements.

"A combination of meat and vegetables." Draco curled the corners of his mouth and met Harry's questioning eyes. He noticed that Harry had repeatedly reached for the meat but ignored the salad on the side.

Watching Harry pick up the plate, Draco took the time to cross his hands and lean back on the chair to close his eyes and rest. Waking up early today made him a little tired. After all, last night's goodnight kiss took him a long time to calm down. He used to sleep well, but recently his rest rhythm was interrupted many times by the green-eyed boy beside him who was chewing vegetables obediently.

With a crisp reminder sound, the flight attendant reminded that the plane would land in an hour. Matthew seemed to be impatient to change out of his suit and put on light and warm casual clothes. "How does that saying go? If you lose your humanity, you lose a lot -" Matthew frowned as if he was thinking about the source of the original saying, but finally chose to give up. "It doesn't matter if it's Shakespeare, Hesse or anything else - if you lose your animality, you lose everything."

"It seems that the others will not arrive until tomorrow. We arrived a day early, so maybe we can rest up before we officially start." Lina was flipping through the messages on her phone.

"Let's see if we can meet any other important people before the auction." Draco said in a very soft voice in Harry's ear.

Perhaps few people would imagine what use an island could have after buying it. But for the owner, it could be a playground, an isolated island, a place to visit only a few days a year.

One of the greatest pleasures of some wealthy people is to separate the private and public spheres, following the principle of first come, first served, and driving latecomers away.

People's competition for resources will eventually evolve into a competition for space. While most people spend most of their lives trying to find a place to live of less than a few dozen square meters in a city like London, another small group of people own their private islands, private coasts, private gardens, private vaults, private jets and yachts. The possession of space and resources will make them invincible in the days to come, and the most important task for their descendants is to preserve everything they already have. Standing still is victory.

"Once you set foot on this land, you have entered a legal hunting area." Matthew led the group to a tall and beautiful building. "Of course, there is also a very luxurious hotel here for club members to stay in, but most people choose to camp after coming here. They will feel that there is no difference between living in a hotel and living in London."

"Renting a tent is fun," Alex interjected.

"But this time, Lena is still pregnant, so we might choose a safer hotel to rest." Matthew said, looking at Alex, and then turned to Harry and Draco, "What about you two?"

"Of course—" Harry began.

"Renting a tent, of course." Draco took over. "I've never camped before, it must be fun, right, Harry?"

Harry found that Draco had hooked his neck, and he could neither nod nor shake his head.

Matthew was not surprised. He just pointed in the direction of the service hall on the first floor and said, "You can rent a very good tent over there. Last time, it was big enough for our family of three."

"It just takes some time to set up the tent," Lina reminded. "And there are some hunting stands in the woods. If you're interested, you can go take a look. Although renting hunting rifles here is not as strict as in other places."

Alex's eyes lit up: "Then I can stay with you two. I don't want to stay in a hotel. Brothers, is that okay?"

Draco seemed to think about it seriously, but he shrugged and refused verbally: "Sorry, Alex, it's safer for you to stay with your parents. The woods may be dangerous at night."

Finally, Alex was taken away by the couple and went to the front desk of the gorgeous hotel to register for the rental. Before leaving, Alex glared at his great math teacher with resentment.

"Although the non-drinking little brat is cute, I'm afraid that some of my words can only be heard by his brother Harry." Draco walked towards the grass carrying the borrowed tent, turning back and speaking close to Harry's ear.

Harry felt the hot breath of Draco blowing past his ears as he spoke, and reached out his hand and gently patted the person next to him to show his disdain.

Draco took the offered hand and interlocked their fingers. "Speaking of which, I seem to be older than you, Harry."

"Only one month older!" Harry argued.

"Of course one month also counts, just call me brother Draco and let me hear it—"

Deep in the woods, it was quiet except for the rustling of leaves underfoot and the occasional chirping of birds.

Harry looked up and saw a bright moon hanging between the branches. The moonlight was so beautiful tonight.