Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

The theater was over. At some point in the night, a misty drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The road was filled with hurried spectators and a gradually blocked line of taxis. Because of the misty rain, the originally small moon in the night sky seemed to have grown a layer of fluff.

Maybe it was because the signal in the theater was not good, or the scene with so many actors on stage was too shocking, or maybe he was too distracted to deal with Andre, but Draco actually missed the news in the past few hours.

There were three pop-up windows. When I clicked on them, they were all about Lancelot.

Draco opened it again and checked to make sure there was no call from Harry.

The humid air made Draco sniff subconsciously. It was so late, maybe he had already gone to bed. Draco hurriedly sent a message to Harry, "I just finished my work here, remember to go to bed early."

Switch to another dialog box.

"Is there anyone interested in the list?" "Hurry and buy." "I'm going to sell them on the Night's Watch black market later." Lancelot's message showed an hour ago.

Draco enlarged the picture and quickly browsed through it. "Number 16, maybe you can take a look." He walked forward aimlessly in the rain and picked out a ring that looked very unique. For some reason, this ring made Draco feel somewhat familiar.

"Very discerning!" Lancelot replied quickly. "Are you and Harry home? I'll Apparate over and show you guys."

"I'm at the entrance of the Queen's Theatre. Harry should be asleep by now, so don't scare him."

"Stand still! I'm driving my car on the way to the Night Watch Market. Since you don't want to disturb your lover's sweet dream, do you want to go over there and take a look?"

"Car - is that pile of scrap metal of yours that can move?" Draco still remembered the last time he encountered a black dragon while riding in his car.

Lancelot did not reply. But soon, the moving scrap metal carrying the original body appeared in front of Draco.

"Co-pilot, please."

Draco opened the car door and found a rag bag on the seat.

Lancelot picked up the bag and stuffed it into Draco's hands. "Number 16 is in a small box somewhere. There are also the others. You have time to buy them before I sell them."

"There are customers even on rainy days? Last time you said it was in the slums?" Draco looked through the items in the bag with great interest. Some of them were odd looking items that looked very old, and they looked like they had just been dug out of a grave. Others were typical goblin crafts, with delicate and complex patterns, gorgeous cuts, and neat designs. The remaining two or three were completely different from the first two, and what distinguished them was another quality.

Draco held them in his palms, feeling their heavy weight. "Why do I feel like these are the work of human craftsmen? Wizards or Muggles? They don't seem to have any magic on them." Ring No. 16 was one of them.

Lancelot saw the items Draco picked out with his peripheral vision, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Yes, how did you figure that out?"

"These designs will have a lot of vitality, or you can feel the emotions, or even the personality of the designer. I don't think goblins who are busy counting money every day can make these." Draco lit up the wand and looked at them carefully in the dim light of the wand tip. "The goblin's things are beautiful and powerful, but they don't have these personal styles."

"Don't stop, keep praising." Lancelot's eyes were still focused on the front, but he grinned with joy.

"Why are you so happy?" Draco moved his wand. Lancelot's teeth were dazzlingly white in the flickering fluorescent light. "I even think it's somewhat similar to the snake-shaped ring I saw at the previous auction, in terms of design style. I haven't mentioned to you yet that Harry and I both liked the last couple's ring of the Horus ornament that Eugene wanted to bid for, but neither of us bought it."

After hearing the word "auction", Lancelot's smile quickly faded. "Really? You should have told me earlier. If I had known this -"

"what happened?"

"Nothing, but I made the No. 16 ring." Lancelot raised his eyebrows. "Since you chose it among so many products, it means that the designer - that is, the person himself - is appreciated."

"I didn't expect you to have this skill." Draco was a little surprised. "It's hard for ordinary people to get in touch with these."

"My ancestors were rich." Lancelot said this with some self-mockery.

"Oh?" Draco was obviously interested.

"Nothing." Lancelot stopped the car neatly on the side of a street. "It's very close, we should walk over."

Lancelot turned his head and glanced at Draco's clothes again. "Why don't you change into the old clothes in the back seat? This is the nighttime black market. Hide your brand new suit and shiny leather shoes here."

"Oh, okay." A few minutes later, Draco appeared on the street dressed like a homeless person for the first time in his life. "I look terrible now."

"Cover your face too." Lancelot put an old hat on Draco's head without saying anything. "We need to blend in." Finally, he took out a dirty big umbrella from the trunk of the car.

The rain made the road in the alley muddy and slippery.

"It's true that there will be fewer people here on rainy days, but I have an appointment with a guest today." Lancelot walked back to the original place with ease.

"We should come back when the weather is better." Draco looked around. Apart from the people sleeping on the ground wrapped in a piece of cloth, the stalls set up in the rain were obviously not just for Muggle items. At a quick glance, he could see many interesting things.

After waiting for dozens of minutes under the dirty umbrella, Lancelot finally completed the transaction with his guest at lightning speed. Some strangers automatically shrank under the umbrella of the two people, and at this moment, all kinds of stray cats and homeless people gathered under the big umbrella.

"As long as you are willing to come here often, there are still a lot of good things here, and they are all at super low prices." Lancelot lowered his voice.

"Will I get into trouble if I buy random things of unknown origin..." Draco smelled a hot, smelly odor coming from behind him and shrank forward. More and more people came to use the umbrella, and the small space became more and more crowded.

"I am also a person of unknown origin." Lancelot blinked his eyes, "because there is no place for me in such a magnificent place."

"Aren't you always saving money? I always feel like you're planning something great." Draco simply stood up in the rain, "Don't say that about yourself."

Lancelot was also squeezed out of the umbrella. He waved his hand to signal Draco to leave together. "You can give this great plan for today to Harry."

Draco looked at the red gem ring, "What's its name?"

"Number 16? You can give it a name."

Draco returned to the door of the apartment on Lancelot's moving scrap metal and took out the key, only to find that he had made a huge mistake.

He forgot to change his clothes.

At this moment, at four in the morning, was he going to buy a new set of clothes?

Or should I go back to Malfoy Manor and look through the wardrobe? Merlin, if my parents see me they will make a fuss.

Along the way, he listened to Lancelot complaining about the various weird mechanisms and zombies in the tomb, and he forgot about his suit and leather shoes. Because he had been exposed to the stench of the black market for too long, he didn't even think about this anomaly.

Draco inserted the key into the bolt, and his brain seemed to shut down. Just when Draco was in a dilemma, the door was suddenly opened fiercely from the inside.

The sound of a door slamming echoed in the quiet street. Draco, who was soaked to the skin, was startled and water drops dripped down.

Harry was obviously not asleep, as the green eyes were staring at him now.

Draco's heart sank when he saw the redness of the skin around Harry's eyes, which couldn't be covered by his glasses. Was he crying?

Harry still had his wand in his hand. Apparently, his bad mood wasn't just due to Draco not coming home so late at night. The Daily Prophet that had been thrown away had probably been read by the person involved.

Perhaps it was Draco's wild beggar's clothes that surprised Harry. After looking at Draco, his anger seemed to have subsided by half. He put down his wand, stood at the door with his arms crossed and started to mock.

"What is this? Mr. Pureblood Beggar Drowned Rat?"