Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Luckily, I saw Mr. Malfoy out of control when I was jogging at the beach in the morning, otherwise I can't imagine what would have happened." On the return private plane, Andre sat in Harry's original seat, staring at the soaked Draco with stern eyes.

Matthew took the blanket from the flight attendant and handed it to Draco. He looked excited and confused at the moment. He was excited because when he was worried about not being able to find his son early in the morning, the Chief Whip actually brought Alex and Draco back to the hotel and offered to leave with them on the same plane. This was undoubtedly a good thing for him.

What is puzzling is that Draco, a nobleman who usually looks exquisite and perfect at all times, now looks dispirited, and even his clothes smell of sea water and are covered with mud and sand.

Even the buttons of the suitcase he brought with him were not fastened properly, which was really unlike Draco's usual style.

"Sorry, please allow me to change my clothes." Draco hurriedly left the table as soon as the plane took off.

Watching Draco's back disappear at the other end of the cabin, Matthew slowly said, "Can I ask what happened?" while looking at the Chief Whip in confusion.

When he and Lena woke up in the morning and were about to leave, they found that Alex was not in the room, so they hurried to the hotel lobby. Almost at the same time, Andre appeared at the door holding Draco in his left hand and Alex in his right hand.

"You know, I have always had the habit of jogging in the morning. As people get older, they always need exercise to maintain the condition of their muscles. This morning, I got up very early, and when I ran to a certain coast, I saw Mr. Malfoy standing in waist-deep sea water." Andre gestured with his hands and used an apologetic expression to show his confusion about Draco's behavior.

"When I saw his back, I thought it was someone who was about to commit suicide, so I quickly ran forward and pulled him back. Unfortunately, I pulled too hard and Mr. Malfoy fell to the shore, choking on water. It's my fault."

"Oh..." Matthew seemed to understand what happened, but soon new doubts appeared on his face, "But why did he go into the sea?"

Andre's expression was unpredictable. "Could it be that Mr. Malfoy discovered something interesting? But I still suggest that you carefully choose your tutor. This will have a far-reaching impact on the child's future development. Running around in the middle of the night is not a good thing."

"No." Alex felt that Andre seemed to be suspicious of something, and hurriedly tried to clear Draco of the matter. "I just wanted to experience the feeling of hunting again in the middle of the night, so I found where Mr. Malfoy was camping and asked him to take me to experience it again. We hunted a rabbit, but we failed to kill it completely, and then - then we chased the rabbit all the way to the sea."

Alex spoke quickly, "Because I said I wanted to bring the rabbit back as a trophy to show off to my friends, so I asked my tutor to try her best to get it back."

Andre's expression eased a little, but the suspicious look had not completely disappeared. "Really? I seemed to hear your scream? And then I followed the sound to find you?"

"That's because I saw -" Alex almost said the word snake, and quickly changed his words, "I saw Mr. Malfoy's good shooting skills."

"Good boy. I guess you didn't have any other little incidents besides hunting rabbits." Andre asked kindly, his face seemed calmer. "Didn't you see anything else?"

"No, sir." Alex stuffed a large piece of chicken into his mouth with a fork to cover up the slightly guilty look after he made up a bunch of lies.

Draco closed the bathroom door, looked around the room warily, and then unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

After taking off his shirt completely, his neat body lines were revealed in the mirror, and then something from Draco's waist swam down his legs.

Draco turned on the tap and ran the water over his face.

The sound of rushing water filled the room, and snakes swam silently at my feet.

"You're trying to tell me something, aren't you?" Draco crouched down and looked the snake in the eye.

The snake raised its upper body, moved forward and grabbed Draco's opal necklace in its mouth.

"It's him, isn't it?" Draco tried to control his breathing. "Damn it, why can't I speak Parseltongue? I have to accompany them back to London first."

When Draco felt someone approaching from behind at the beach, he immediately caught the snake in his hands.

Andre's almost rough pull back was so sudden that Draco stumbled and fell to the beach because he could not maintain his balance. The snake quickly drilled into the gap of Draco's shirt at this moment, and kept quietly wrapped around Draco's waist on the return journey. Because there was no sound and Draco's shirt was loose after he fell, he did not notice anything unusual. The snake followed them all the way back to the tent, and after hurriedly packing their luggage, followed them all the way to the plane.

Draco quickly found a set of clean clothes from the box and changed into them. The snake circled on the side and stared at him silently. Before Draco was about to close the box, it hit Draco's ankle hard with its tail and then crawled into the box.

"Where can I find a wizard who can understand what you are saying?" Draco said to himself, looking at the snake that had curled up into a ball.