Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Same color, same eyes.

Lancelot grabbed the photographer by the collar and pulled him in front of him. Perhaps the action was too sudden, the photographer grabbed the camera that almost slipped out of his hand and tried to keep his balance.

The two looked at each other again, and Lancelot keenly felt that the pair of ice-blue eyes revealed a hint of panic - just like the expression that flashed across the cat's face when he took the cat into the bathroom to take a bath together a few days ago to save trouble.

Damn it.

A jewelry designer's sensitivity to color and texture made Lancelot know that he could not make a mistake. And the person in front of him even had the same silver hair and cat fur color.

Could it be that this person is here to cause trouble for me again? I really shouldn't let my guard down and just let a strange creature stay in my house.

"What do you want to do?" Lancelot asked stiffly with anger, before letting go of Ed's collar.

"I want to take a picture of you~" Ed felt a little difficult to breathe, and grabbed Lancelot's wrist to let him go. He felt that the muscles of the man opposite him were tense. "My photography skills are not bad. Look at the picture I just took of Quinn-"

"That cat is you." Lancelot interrupted him bluntly, "Who sent you? To sneak into my house? A vampire? Or a goblin? The Ministry of Magic?"

Ed's smile froze on his face. He had never expected that his Animagus transformation would fail so badly that he would be exposed in the first meeting. Although he was a little too proud of himself after getting the Animagus certificate, he rashly approached the next news target at the risk of being reported for harassment.

But why did Rita Skeeter tell herself that she never failed? Maybe it was because she was a very small beetle.

During his time as a cat, Ed had discovered that Lancelot was mysterious, but what about vampires? Wasn't this something that should have appeared in Gilderoy Lockhart's bestsellers?

Seeing that Ed didn't answer, Lancelot changed his tone to a more contemptuous one: "Why didn't you just assassinate, steal, or rob me this time, instead of beating around the bush and becoming a pet to get close to me?"

Ed soon realized that Lancelot thought he was a killer sent by an enemy, or a thief, or something else annoying. Curiosity drove him to give up clarifying, and he decided to follow Lancelot's words and let him tell more information himself.

"This time - there was no assassination, no stealing, no robbery. I was just approaching you, but the purpose was the same as before." Ed recalled that when he was interviewing celebrities, in order to guide the other party to continue talking, a common method was to repeat what he had already said. Many times, the interviewee would naturally add some details.

Lancelot is no exception.

"Now I have left the Egyptian royal family and no longer appear as the heir of the Giuliano family. My family has no way to become normal people after being turned into vampires. The designs that were stolen from me before are enough to compensate for the so-called mistakes of my family." Lancelot's anger became even stronger. "I didn't break the agreement. What else do you want to do?"

"It's your family's mistake, a huge mistake - and it's still - fermenting." Ed calmly made up a story, trying to use half a sentence to guide Lancelot to continue.

"It's just the goblins' slander. They are just jealous that wizards can surpass them in their areas of expertise, so they try their best to get rid of those who are in their way." Lancelot raised his voice. "It's an unprovoked disaster. And now my family and I are no longer a threat to them, right?"

"The goblins—told me—to find you—" Ed used gestures to replace the second half of the sentence, pretending that it was inconvenient for him to explain it completely.

"I have saved up the huge compensation that the goblin demanded privately. But before I actually hand over the money, I have to think carefully about whether it makes sense to maintain my so-called reputation." Lancelot looked at Ed with a disgusted expression, "So the goblin asked you to come? To collect debts? I don't think you look like a vampire."

"Of course I'm not a vampire." Ed said slowly, "But your family - you said - are."

"Yeah. If you wanted to bite someone, you could have done it on the first night." Lancelot loosened Ed's collar and pushed him back. "Why drag it on until now? But debt collection is weird enough. Aren't monthly bill reminders and harassment by the specialist enough?"

"How did you recognize it?" Ed was still upset about his failure in Transfiguration, which he had been practicing since he was a student at Durmstrang, even though he had started practicing before the ink on his Animagus qualification certificate had dried.

"Look at your face." Lancelot replied impatiently.

"What's wrong with my face?" Ed felt that there was nothing wrong with his face.

"There is no difference in color at all." Lancelot looked Ed up and down again with a look of disgust. "And the animal you turned into, have you forgotten what I rely on for food?"

"Since they are here to collect debts, they sent a cat that has no deterrent power at all." Lancelot sighed towards the ceiling, "I had originally planned to keep it for life. Kittens are still very cute."

"Actually, I—" Ed put a hand on Lancelot's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Lancelot shook off his hand. "Stay two meters away from me. I will naturally go find the fairies. So your mission is accomplished."

Harry noticed from a distance that the two seemed to be in conflict, and quickly came over, "Is there anything I can help you with here? We're about to leave for the Duchess's house."

Ed waved his hands quickly, "Nothing, we were just chatting about some strange vampire stories."

"Oh, that liar Lockhart's book mentions a lot of things about vampires. It's even richer than the textbooks, and there's even an exam on his autobiography in the second grade." Harry realized he had lost his temper halfway through his speech, "Ah - I mean there are a lot of movies and novels about vampires, hahahaha."

After Ed said "vampire", he felt Lancelot grab his arm hard and signaled him to shut up. Now he was grimacing in pain.

"Then let's set off together later. Mr. Photographer will also come with us. The Duchess invites you." Harry always kept Mrs. Malfoy's identity and personality in mind. After saying this sweetly, he returned to the Duchess.

"Didn't you say two meters away? Why are you grabbing me——"

After Harry left, Lancelot's hand finally loosened, and Ed felt the blood circulation in his arm return to normal. "Your arm is two meters long?"

"Who touched you? Consider it your compensation for eating so many of my meals." Lancelot walked towards Harry's back without looking back. "After today, don't let me see you again, and don't disturb my friend and the Duchess's conversation later."

Merlin - who knew that because the food was so bad, I would lose several pounds.

Ed looked at the two men's backs and wrote down several key words mentioned in the conversation just now, such as "vampire", "Giuliano family", "Egyptian royal family" and "fairy". The headquarters of the Daily Prophet should have the authority to access relevant news materials from all countries. Perhaps he could find a way to get to the bottom of it.

Perhaps this new survey can also be submitted as a manuscript.