Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

The auction was held in a bright showroom in the city center.

Because they missed the offline exhibition before the auction, Harry and Draco could only look at the electronic projection screen to learn about the exhibits participating in the auction today.

Draco searched for Professor Eugene in the exhibition hall. According to the school teacher page sent by Lancelot, Eugene should be a middle-aged man with square-framed glasses, a sturdy build, and light brown skin due to sun exposure.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the exhibition hall at this moment. Because there were several paintings by famous artists entering the auction process at the same time today, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation.

Most of the people who participated in the auction were assistants of the wealthy. They were dressed in suits and looked at their computers or mobile phones all the time, waiting for their employers' instructions, and then raised their placards to buy the items with astronomical prices. Some of them were wealthy people who liked to experience the live bidding. At this moment, they crossed their legs calmly and quietly waited for the auction to begin.

"He's over there." Draco finally found his target among the rows of seats. "Let's sit next to him."

"Okay." Harry was staring at the parchment in his hand at the moment, and had no time to care about the search target. He was obediently grabbed by the wrist and led away by Draco. "Do you have any ideas about how to get his attention?"

"Maybe just hand over your business card after this." Draco walked straight to the seat next to Eugene.

"Okay." Harry nodded. "Since the tricks you used to get my attention at Hogwarts were all very crude, such as making faces, throwing curses, and saying harsh words, this simple and sincere way sounds much more reliable."

"Finish your pile of apologies first, Mr. Perfect Auror." Draco took the parchment from Harry's hand, glanced at it for a few seconds, and then stuffed it back into Harry's hand with a playful look on his face. "If you don't hand it in on time today, the Ministry of Magic will have to owls to find you again. I don't want to pick up owl feathers in the apartment - and the California king snake looks like it wants to swallow them in one bite, so you will have to write another apology."

After the Auror Quarterly Meeting, Harry was found to have a lot of unqualified actions in the Auror Code of Conduct. For example, he went deep into the goblin dungeon without reporting to the Ministry of Magic first, and rushed in by himself. For example, he directly destroyed the dungeon, which made it impossible for the Ministry of Magic to hold the goblin representatives accountable and negotiate. He also had a duel with the black dragon near the Prime Minister's residence, which made the aftermath of the incident very difficult. He also made inappropriate remarks when facing reporters at the Ministry of Magic.

"One, two, three, four... the length requirement is almost the same as the essay." Harry counted the list of apologies on the Ministry of Magic with a choked look. "The deadline is before the end of get off work today."

"As an employee of the Ministry of Magic, you should be polite when facing the media and speak from the Ministry's perspective." Harry quietly read the opinions raised in the apology letter and turned to look at Draco. "You should write this. I said this for your sake."

"Oh." Draco stared into Harry's startlingly green eyes. "Although I don't think I should take any responsibility for this matter, but considering that you have directly called me hubby, directly upgraded from boyfriend to husband, then your apology letter is my apology letter. Here, take it."

"I was just trying to coax you." Harry lowered his voice and raised an eyebrow.

"Really? But I think this name comes from your heart." Draco curled his lips.

The auctioneer has already started the auction process on the stage. A detailed introduction of the first item appears on the projection screen. After a wonderful introduction video is played, the auctioneer encourages all participants to enter the bidding stage with a passionate voice.

"Call me three more times and I'll write them all down for you." Draco put his ear close to Harry's mouth, looking expectant.

Harry turned his head away and wrote furiously, completely ignoring Draco who was staring at him eagerly. "I refuse."

"Forget it, you'll be able to call me later." Draco took out a piece of parchment and began to write. He looked up and paid attention to the progress of the auction. The Horus pendant was the tenth one. When the auction of that exhibit started, he would raise his own bid, which would surely attract Eugene's attention.

At this moment, the two people did not realize that they were out of tune with the people around them.

Most of the participants were waiting for the items they liked. Apart from emptying their minds and watching others bidding fiercely, or secretly predicting the final transaction price of these items, or estimating whether their budget today was enough to buy the items they liked, most people had nothing to do.

These two handsome young men were writing something quickly on parchment with quills.

Why is there still such a retro way of writing? You have to know that those who can enter the auction venue today are those who can afford the auction's one million account deposit. People who participate in art auctions have some perception of art and culture, and Draco and Harry's behavior made them a little confused - is there a new trend in the art world that they haven't caught up with?

Some eyes in the room drifted to the two of them as if nothing had happened, but unfortunately Harry and Draco, who were racking their brains to fool the Ministry of Magic with their apology letters, did not have time to look up and around.

Eugene - a well-known university professor with the virtues of curiosity and expressiveness, whose usual hobby is to lecture incessantly and interrupt other people's conversations to express his own opinions - just as he would directly intervene in the transaction between the fat gentleman and Lancelot, if there is something he cannot understand or has not had time to speak, he must find out.

"Sorry, what are you writing?" Abandoning his British reserve, Eugene leaned his head forward, and a round black shadow appeared on Draco's parchment.

Draco looked up in surprise, and when he saw who was talking, he immediately put on an impeccable smile. He turned the parchment over without leaving any trace, and then said, "Sir, we are recording some information about the auction items. As you know, people's financial resources are limited. We can only choose the most favorite or most predestined items to buy first, but it doesn't stop us from paying attention to them first. We will see each other later."

Eugene's mouth opened slightly, as if he was a little confused.

"And I have a friend who does this kind of business, so we're keeping an eye on the latest market conditions of these items for him. In addition to their collection value, their price fluctuations can also bring profits." Draco added, paying attention to Eugene's expression.

"Oh? Trading? You mean he knows how to buy and sell similar goods? He sounds like an expert, too?" Eugene sounded interested.

"Yes." Draco paused, "And his eyes are very distinctive - like the heterochromatic pupils of a Persian cat."

Eugene smiled broadly after hearing this, "Oh my god, it's a small world. Lancelot is also my friend."