Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"I'm telling you, if you don't come back now, don't ever come back." Draco opened Harry's chat box angrily, confirmed the spelling was correct, and clicked send.

A few minutes later, he realized that his tone was too harsh and he wanted to withdraw it but couldn't. He still added a sentence, "Let me know you are safe as soon as we can get back in touch."

Scrolling up the chat history between the two, since Harry disappeared, only the dialog boxes on Draco's side have continued to accumulate, and the layers of rounded rectangular dialog boxes have become a small mountain on the screen as time goes on. From the beginning, "I just woke up, where have you been?" to "I'm waiting for you at the hunting ground and the Forsyth family", to "Maybe you can get close to the Chief Whip, and we will have new progress" to the nonsensical "The flowers have withered" in the last few hours.

On this dark and windy night, Draco led Alex to search the island once again. After a long walk, Alex was obviously exhausted and his steps became heavier. He started to look around and talk while walking, but gradually became silent. Draco occasionally lowered his head to meet his gaze, only to see him blinking and looking at him pitifully and lostly.

"Are you tired? Let me take you back to rest. I can look for it by myself." Draco moved the portable light to illuminate Alex's face.

"No, my math teacher won't be able to help me with my homework if he's distracted. And if he doesn't come back, who will teach me how to play squash?" Alex gritted his teeth. "We'll be leaving soon. Maybe the first thing we'll do when we get back to London is to call the police."

"They probably won't be able to find him either." Draco smiled bitterly. He couldn't imagine what would happen if the London police somehow found two people without identities. They would probably have to trouble the unlucky people in the Ministry of Magic to cast a lot of Confusion Charms to get away with it.

The smell of damp wood and the unique warm smell of forest animals intertwined in his nostrils. Draco felt a layer of fine sweat on his back, which quickly became icy cold with the help of the cool breeze. It was really cold.

——Or we should go back and dismantle the tent, then go back to London and ask the Ministry of Magic to find Harry. We should call the police, or the police in the wizarding world.

Just as Draco was about to make this suggestion, Alex suddenly pulled him aside and quickly turned off the switch of the portable lantern, and the surroundings soon fell into darkness.

"There seems to be someone over there, look." Alex pointed in the direction of a path outside the woods, "Who is this? The only people wandering around at this time can only be bad guys."

Draco narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be two figures in the distance, one tall and one short. They were also holding lights, so they were very conspicuous in the darkness. Fortunately, Draco and the other man were currently in their blind spot and were not discovered.

A familiar tall man, walking quickly with big strides, his silver hair still clearly visible in the moonlight.

Chief Whip Andre.

The other figure beside him was particularly short and seemed to stagger as he walked. A strange ear shape flashed under the top hat.

"Fairy," Draco muttered inaudibly.

Alex didn't notice anything unusual. "Is the short guy in a suit next to him a child? I don't remember other families bringing such young children here."

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance. Draco turned around and said, "The tall one is your father's friend, Andre."

"I found out that the beautiful silver sword was given to my father by him - because Matthew often complained about a colleague of his who was also his competitor in front of him. Andre gave this decorative sword to my father, saying that it could be given to that competitor as a gift to seek cooperation." Alex was obviously familiar with the Chief Whip.

"That silver sword was originally intended as a gift for someone else?" Draco was a little surprised.

"Yes, Andre told his father that he wanted to turn enemies into friends. The silver sword is very exquisite, and the Sword of Damocles has the implication of a long-lasting warning bell. It is a good gift for financial practitioners to put in their offices as an ornament." Alex recalled, "But my father thought the ornament was very beautiful, so he kept it for his study. He hated that colleague and felt that he was not worthy of Andre's gift."

An accidental injury, Draco quickly came to this conclusion.

Giving a sword that can cause negative mental effects to a colleague and placing it in the office area does not seem to be an attempt to turn enemies into friends. It is a pity that Matthew failed the Chief Whip's implicit "good intentions" and eventually affected his family.

Seeing the Chief Whip and the Goblin walking together late at night a few minutes ago seemed to make this guess more certain.

The information flooded into Draco's mind, clearing up his groggy brain.

He originally just wanted to beg the Ministry of Magic to put Harry and himself on the same mission so that they would have a chance to communicate again after the war, and the mission related to Gringotts Wizarding Bank was the lowest-risk mission he could think of. In his mind, it was nothing more than recovering treasures, arresting unlucky people who didn't pay their debts, and traveling around.

But at this moment, everything seemed to be developing in a direction beyond his control.

The dragon was flying around inexplicably, Harry disappeared inexplicably, the goblin silver sword that was originally thought to be a low-quality product looked like it was intentional, and the Matthew family was inexplicably involved with a heavyweight figure in Muggle politics.

The progress of the relationship was forced to stagnate at this moment. Draco seemed to feel that he was falling into another conspiracy step by step. He covered the location of the Dark Mark with his hand. He did not want to go through such trouble and fear again.

"Let's go back first--" Draco's words were interrupted by Alex's sudden scream.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

Alex had sat on the tree without knowing when. Draco followed his gaze and looked down. A snake was coiling around his trouser leg, its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to swallow him in one bite, or as if it was shouting.

The snake looked wounded and dying, with a pure white line as a pattern on its pure black body.

Draco was not alarmed. He looked up at Alex and asked, "When did you go up there?"

Alex held onto the shaky branch and shook his head desperately: "I don't know, I was scared by the snake, I can't climb a tree."

Draco was trying to figure out if the light sound he had just heard was the sound of Apparition.

The snake didn't seem interested in biting Draco to death. It pulled at the corner of Draco's pants, as if it was pulling it desperately in a certain direction, making a "hissing" sound from its mouth.

But at this moment, Draco's attention was completely attracted by Alex who flashed to the tree. He slowly raised his head and asked the trembling little boy in the tree word by word: "Although your parents are ma-, I mean, did this kind of strange thing happen when you were growing up?"

Draco stood there in a daze. Could it be that this child, who had been madly indoctrinated with Muggle elite education, would actually receive an admission letter from Hogwarts?

"A lot, although I'm pretty obedient most of the time," Alex replied. "But before I tell you the story, how about we kill this venomous snake with a shotgun?"