Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Are you Draco Malfoy?" Someone seemed to be approaching him quietly from the crowd, and a young voice came to his ear. Draco tilted his head and saw a face that was somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar.

Golden-gray hair like wheat ears, a slightly thin stature, and a baby face that seemed to overlap with a face in his memory. Draco looked at the young boy carefully and felt that he had seen him somewhere in Hogwarts.

Colin Creevey? Harry's crazy little fan? The junior Gryffindor who had been mad at Harry for following him around and taking pictures?

No, he should have died in the war...

Colin Creevey's brother? The little boy who had also been in the DA?

Seeing Draco lost in thought, Dennis Creevey extended his hand and introduced himself: "I'm Dennis Creevey, a student at Hogwarts Gryffindor College, currently a reporter for the Daily Prophet and the Muggle newspaper Daily Observer, and the younger brother of Colin Creevey - maybe you don't remember."

Draco heard the visitor's self-introduction and confirmed his guess. He quickly forced a polite smile on his face, shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, although he was in a very, very bad mood at the moment.

In his pocket was still the paper scraps of the portable food packaging box that Harry had left behind. A few scribbled words on it gave Draco a heart attack early in the morning.

More importantly, it was already noon and the sunlight hurt his eyes, but there was no sign of Harry.

"Are you here for a mission?" Draco asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and he asked directly. At this moment, on this private island of a Muggle tycoon, next to the hunting ground, there seemed to be no more reasonable reason for a wizard to appear.

The hunt for the Muggle elite has begun.

The pot-bellied but exquisitely dressed Muggles did not become "full of primitive blood, agile and skillful hunters" as Matthew described. Instead, they chose to let the island's professional hunters drive them to a large flat area in an off-road vehicle, and then another group of professional hunters drove the prey to this plain with an excellent view.

All they had to do was pick up their guns, aim at the most conspicuous deer, shoot, and claim their trophy.

"Actually, I'm here to take photos for some Muggle MPs, if that counts as a mission." Dennis shrugged and held up the camera in his hand to show Draco, which already contained a number of photos taken on the island. "You know I also have a job as a reporter for a Muggle newspaper."

"Can this kind of contrived activity also serve the purpose of political propaganda?" Draco browsed through the pictures on the screen without much interest. The content of the photos was all the same. It was nothing more than a person squatting next to the prey he had shot and making a scissors hand gesture, or a person holding a gun and aiming attentively, or a couple standing side by side, smiling sweetly.

"Perhaps legal hunting can make them feel that the midlife crisis is not so close, and marital harmony can also leave a very good impression on the public, which symbolizes stability and loyalty." Dennis briefly explained the requests made by these Muggle MPs before he took the photos, although Dennis had noticed that Draco looked absent-minded.

The prey that had been killed was dragged aside after completing its mission of being photographed. The professional hunter drove a few new deer to the middle of the plain, so that the prey appeared right in front of the crowd, and then waved his arms vigorously at the club members, as if to inform them: "You can shoot now."

"What an exciting activity." Draco sneered with some gritted teeth.

Dennis hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke: "I heard Rita Skeeter in the newspaper office say that Harry Potter has been with you all this time, but I don't seem to see him now? Is he on the island now? Maybe he used the Polyjuice Potion?"

Draco's face darkened. "I don't know." His fingers were in his coat pocket, and his fingertips could still feel the rough edge of the torn piece of paper.

"Saviors always come and go like the wind, and partners can be discarded at will."

For some reason, the owl that was released flew back with the unsent letter in its beak. The cell phone messages were not replied to and the voice prompt when calling indicated that the signal was out of service area.

Draco tried hard to control the twitching of his mouth and hide the waves of confusion in his heart.

Presumably, Harry disappeared in the middle of the night for no good reason. Not only had his injuries not fully healed, but he had also put the opal pendant back on himself.

Does he know that they might not see each other again for a while?

Dennis noticed that the conversation between the two had fallen into a lull, so he quickly changed the subject. "Perhaps you have seen my name next to some signed articles in the Daily Prophet before, but some of the rumor articles were not my original intention. For example, the gossip about you and Harry was purely fabricated by Rita Skeeter."

"Hmph." Draco's eyes were focused on the distance, and he responded seemingly unconsciously.

"On behalf of the Daily Prophet, I apologize to you and Harry." Dennis seemed to be feeling more and more guilty.

"Oh, but - I actually sent that photo to your newspaper by owl." Draco lazily turned back to look at Dennis who looked ashamed, "It seems that Rita Skeeter really likes this photo - but you should apologize, this photo of the group in the bar should be on the front page."

Dennis seemed to be choked by Draco's words, and he stammered in surprise, "W-why?"

His question was interrupted by the Forsyth family who had finished hunting nearby, and the three of them were walking straight towards Draco.

"Hey, Mr. Malfoy, look - what a nice job Alex is doing, and what a beautiful deer."

Alex had his back to his parents. He winked and stuck out his tongue at Draco. To him, this activity was no different from rehearsing Hamlet. It was all a performance.

Draco had put on an impeccable smile at this moment, and was praising Alex's hunting results. As a perfect and happy family, they needed spectators and supporters like him at this moment.

After listening to Draco's string of nice words, Matthew pointed his finger with interest at a tall, middle-aged man with slightly silver hair.

"Perhaps I should introduce you to this big shot. Of course, the information you provided me last time also helped us make a lot of money. Andre will be willing to meet you. He will appreciate an ambitious and capable young man."

"Who is he?" Draco looked at the man's back from a distance.

"The whip. You can think of it as the disciplinary officer in politics. One of the core figures closest to our prime minister." Matthew said half boastfully and half in awe, "In the face of real power, money is worthless. As a well-known hedge fund manager, these sources of information from high places are our real foundation."

Matthew walked towards the man, turning back and waving for Draco to follow him.

Draco calmed himself down and was about to follow, but Alex let go of the dying deer beside him and ran to his side.

"Where's brother Harry?" Alex pulled Draco's clothes and asked with some confusion.

Draco's attention, which had been drawn away from Matthew, shifted back to Harry. It was almost evening, and there was still no news.

He opened the message list and looked through it, but there was no new message. He didn't even know which direction to send the patronus.

Seeing that Draco's originally handsome face was now shrouded in gloom, Alex's original curiosity turned into a trace of worry.

"You lost brother Harry?"