Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Dear, how's it going?" Hearing the sound of the apartment door opening, Draco looked up from his book and asked Harry who hurried in. "Are you getting along well with your Muggle sisters?"

"Being an Auror who catches dark wizards is more suitable for me." Harry threw off his high heels, skirt, necklace, earrings and wig with a sense of relief, and fell on the sofa. "These women's clothing and equipment are simply torture instruments." Harry opened his mouth and found that his voice had not returned to normal. "I need a voice-changing potion."

Draco took out the voice-restoring potion and handed it to Harry. He looked at Ms. Harry Malfoy on her first day of work with great interest. The carefully planned identities of the Malfoy couple made it easier for the two to act separately and quickly get familiar with the core figures among the Muggles.

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a few days ago.

After the meeting at the Grand Theater, Andre agreed to cooperate under Draco's half-threatening and half-promising talk. There are more and more voices of opposition to the current Muggle Prime Minister, and the possibility of early general elections is increasing.

"As long as his wish can be fulfilled, perhaps he will not be in a hurry to provoke conflicts between Muggles and wizards." Draco said, "Andre revealed that he had sent goblin products to other potential competitors before. Now we'd better collect them and hand them over to the Ministry of Magic, and use them as evidence that the goblins are trying to win over the Muggle high-ranking officials - I'll leave it to you, Harry, or Mrs. Malfoy."

"And I will be responsible for tracking and gathering information about other goblin dungeon bases. They shouldn't just pin their hopes on one high-ranking Muggle. If we can find out other people they're in contact with, we can also collect more evidence." Draco said.

"Other goblin artifacts? Like the sword in Alex's house?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Andre had hoped that these goblin experiments could drive his potential competitors out of the game, but so far, it has had no effect." Draco tapped the parchment with his wand, and a list of names appeared on it. "Because these products can still affect people's brains, leaving them with these competitors could be used as a handle against Andre, so he also thought they could be recycled. This is the list he provided."

"Are these goblin products also alcoholism - or other narcotic effects?" Harry took the list.

"Maybe not." Draco recalled what Andre said, "But it doesn't seem to have a very serious impact on these people at the moment - otherwise they would have appeared on the political news pages long ago. Remember to wear my opal necklace."

"Confusion spell plus duplication spell?" Harry pondered. "Since Kingsley reminded us, we can finish this quickly. It won't take as long as the first time we went to Alex's house."

"You can decide based on the situation." Draco patted Harry's shoulder. "But your wandless spells are not stable enough yet." Draco pointed at the wall of the apartment and reminded him of what happened on the night of the power outage. "If you accidentally make the Muggle wires disappear, and I need to go to the Muggle villa to fix the wires, it will be very tiring."

"There's no room for an 11-inch wand in a Muggle dress." Harry was thinking seriously about this.

"There are women's handbags," Draco reminded. "I bought you a large size. You can sneak it out when they're not paying attention."

"Yeah, a bag worth six thousand pounds is perfect for hiding the sticks." Harry stuck out his tongue. "Some of the things that Muggles use to show their wealth and nobility can be bought with money, unlike wizards who have to pay with blood."

"If possible, make friends with these Muggle ladies. Perhaps you will discover something unexpected. Since you are familiar with Muggle culture, communication will not be difficult." Draco hugged Harry, "Isn't that right, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"I always feel like - you're taking advantage of me on missions." Harry leaned back.

"You just realized it now? To celebrate the great day of Harry Malfoy's appointment, I'm going to prepare a sumptuous candlelight dinner." Draco kissed Harry's forehead quickly and left humming a little tune.

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"Today I managed to contact the first person on the list, the wife of the Foreign Minister. I said I was Andre's friend. She was a very enthusiastic person and even showed me around their home. But I didn't - I didn't get it." Harry Malfoy, who had taken off her women's clothing, faced Draco's gaze and spoke slowly, "To be honest, I didn't find it at all."

"Is it so hidden?" Draco was a little surprised.

"Because--" Harry took a deep breath, "their private residence in the country--I think it's more like a shopping mall. According to her own description, there are thirty-nine rooms, a total of four hundred acres, and more than a thousand light bulbs. I don't know any reasonable way to search that place under her nose."

"How exaggerated." Draco said lightly.

"Oh. Malfoy Manor is about the same, what are you talking about?" Harry retorted rudely.

"We don't use that many bulbs." Draco pondered the new words he had learned from the Muggle world. "Very low carbon. The Foreign Secretary's house sounds like it would cost a lot to maintain every year."

"Their butlers, maids, cooks, gardeners, drivers, and bodyguards make it more difficult for me to act alone." Harry covered his face. "And they only live there for three months a year. So it's very likely that the goblin products are not kept there."

"..." Draco paused, "We are just a family of three."

"Yes, the number of servants on the Foreign Secretary's side is several times that of the owner of the house," Harry admitted.

"So, the Malfoy family is a pioneer in frugality compared to some wealthy Muggles." Draco didn't realize how ridiculous this word was. "Is this a virtue?"

"..." Harry originally wanted to argue, but when he thought of the feeling of walking around in a house decorated like a furniture store in high heels during the day, he chose to shut his mouth. Now he could still feel the dull pain in his toes.

"There will always be a chance. Such a large manor is convenient for holding parties. Or we can wait until they move out of this house after living there for three months, then we can go and have a look." Draco comforted.

"I'll check on the next person on the list tomorrow." Harry yawned and nodded.

"So the communication in other aspects was smooth? Except that the house was too big to search?" Draco asked curiously, "I didn't expect you to have the potential to be a close friend?"

"The Foreign Secretary's wife is a very welcoming lady. She took the initiative to talk to me a lot," Harry replied.

"for example?"

"For example, my husband often doesn't come home, my husband has middle-aged hair loss, my husband is not good enough, the couple quarrels, blah blah..." Harry waved his hand, "You know."

Draco frowned slightly, as if facing a great enemy: "You actually talked about these things - then what did you say about me?"

Harry gave a wicked smile, "This is a topic that Mrs. Malfoy uses for her girlfriends. You can't listen to it."

"Please - don't I deserve a good review from you?" The voices of the people around me became anxious.

Harry turned and walked into the bathroom, "Mrs. Malfoy is going to remove her makeup, don't ask about beautiful women."