Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Harry used his peripheral vision to watch Lancelot chatting happily with the Duchess, and took out his cell phone from his handbag. He and Draco had agreed to inform each other immediately of any progress.

Quinn's origami magic show was about to begin, and the staff held up a sign to remind the audience to count down to the start time. The lights gradually went out, and the curtain on the stage opened a crack, and the audience immediately burst into expectant applause, and everyone held their breath waiting for the magic show to begin.

Harry wasted no time in sending a message to Draco before the ceremony officially started, and his overly long nails made a light tapping sound on the screen. It turned out that Draco's coaxing skills had improved, and Harry finally relented and agreed to let Draco show off his skills on his fingernails, and with the diamonds provided by Lancelot, Harry was now stunningly shining from head to toe.

Harry was very thankful that no colleagues or friends in the Ministry of Magic saw him dressed like this. He couldn't imagine how Ron or Mr. Weasley would react if they saw him like this.

He was determined to quickly complete his mission as Harry Malfoy. Draco was now like a girl who loved dressing up a Barbie doll—and this Barbie doll was Harry. Judging from Draco's current enthusiasm for buying new clothes and accessories for himself, he would soon be able to put on a new show—such as Harry's fashion show.

"The Duchess has taken the initiative to invite us to her home to share afternoon tea. Perhaps we can find her products soon." Harry told the good news, "Now there is a new problem. The Duchess wants to come to our home another day to take a look. She is also very interested in Lancelot's studio."

Draco had just run out of the small dark room where the goblin and Andre were meeting, feeling a little dazed because of their impromptu and crazy proposal. At this moment, he was on the street thinking about his next plan.

"Our home?" Draco breathed in the fresh air outside. "Isn't the rented apartment unsuitable? It's too small and doesn't fit my current fake identity. It can't accommodate more people besides two people and a snake, not to mention the afternoon tea or party the Duchess mentioned."

"Yeah, but her visit shouldn't be too soon," Harry consoled. "We have time to prepare and think of ways to fool her, like -"

"Perhaps we could use Malfoy Manor temporarily?" Draco suddenly thought of the Foreign Minister's manor with dozens of rooms. Perhaps it wouldn't seem too out of place compared to his.

"Hey, the Malfoy ancestors would probably curse when they saw so many Muggles entering your ancestral home." Harry thought of the portrait of Mrs. Black at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. "Or the Muggles would be scared after touching some magical items."

"You can temporarily seal off the corridor with the murals. Or you can ask them to cooperate and not move around for the time being." Draco replied lightly, "They have all seen the Death Eaters wreaking havoc everywhere in the house. I didn't let anyone in to cause trouble."

"Inviting Muggles to Malfoy Manor - I wouldn't have dared to make that up in Trelawney's dream homework," said Harry.

The Duchess's voice drifted into Harry's ears intermittently. "You can also customize jewelry for my children. When you come to our house, I can introduce you to my lovely children."

Lancelot and Harry looked at each other across his ladyship, "It is a great pleasure, my lady."

Harry turned his eyes back to the phone screen. "What's the matter - have you ever dreamed of becoming Minister of Magic?" Draco mentioned the ridiculous suggestion he had just heard in the meeting room.

"This is not a good dream. It won't solve the problem. Being smooth and tough are both wrong." Harry said sincerely. At one point, both Fudge and Scrimgeour made him feel very disgusted.

"If we want to come to our house, we are still missing something very important." Draco had the same idea as Harry, but he changed the subject in time.

"What's missing? I'll go prepare it." Harry replied.

"Wedding photos and the like." Draco's mental state, which had been hurt by the goblin and the old whip, recovered. "As a commemoration of a loving couple, I originally wanted to keep more during my honeymoon, but now the wedding photos with the long-haired version of Harry are also very commemorative, right? We can plan ahead, or just take them twice."

As the lights around him dimmed, Harry felt his face burning.

Draco continued on the other side: "There are still many places in the manor to hang portraits and photos. We can put them in a very conspicuous place."

Honeymoon, what honeymoon? In a panic, the phone fell to the ground. The performance on the stage had already begun. Harry pretended to be calm, picked up the phone, turned off the screen, and put it upside down on his knees, while secretly calming his suddenly accelerated heartbeat.

Draco what does this mean?

Draco's steps quickened. Reason told him that he should go to the Ministry of Magic or talk to Lucius, but the high-end custom-made wedding dress shop on the street stopped him in his tracks.

I'll be committing bigamy. With Harley and Harry. Smash all of Trelawney's crystal balls and never have a good dream like this.

His beloved Barbie doll, Mrs. Malfoy, needed a stunning wedding dress, and that was an important issue.