Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Draco pulled Harry towards Ward 9. But Harry stopped at the door.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, turning back.

"Shouldn't we stay away from people like this?" Harry frowned and replied. "If he is like Rita Skeeter, selling other people's privacy by the pound. He is always greedily looking for something in other people's lives that can be entertained by the public, why should I offer myself to them?"

Draco listened quietly to Harry's dissatisfaction. "I can see that the news reports that crazy Rita made up before have caused you a lot of trouble. It's tiring to live under the eyes of others every day."

Harry felt Draco's arm around his shoulders. He nodded.

As a boy born with the title of "The Boy Who Lived", Harry has been used to being surrounded by the gazes of people around him in the wizarding world for so many years. Those gazes always stare at the scar on his forehead for a few seconds, and then sigh with sudden enlightenment or surprise. But fortunately, most of the gazes Harry encountered before were kind.

The only difference was that Rita Skeeter always exaggerated the news she wrote based on interviews or eavesdropping, and even implicated Harry's friends, which even made the Weasley family very cold towards Hermione.

"I understand you, Harry," Draco soothed. "But we still need to get along well with this person."

Harry looked puzzled.

"We can tell from the conversation between him and Rita just now. He came to Lancelot because of the article Rita gave him. So whether we are avoiding him or not, there will be an article about us later."

"Then let him make it up." Harry replied coldly. "Anyway, there are more rumors and fake news about me than just this one."

"You can trust me this time." Draco blinked. "Perhaps you will wonder why there is no negative news about the Malfoy family in all these years."

"Well - they wouldn't dare," Harry quickly concluded.

"But the reporters even cursed Voldemort and the Minister of Magic." Draco smiled, "Some things will lead to death if you write them down, and you will also die if you don't write them down, so the reporters will still write about them."

"Maybe they were bribed by the Malfoys' sugar-coated bullets." Harry poked Draco's shoulder and continued to speculate. "It doesn't cost anything to make up my story, but there will be no compensation if I don't make it up."

"Well - it's not that simple." Draco looked at the somewhat indignant Harry and said, "People are always curious about other people's stories, and the stories in the news are always processed content, which is convenient, easy to read and cheap."

"Just like some people never get to know Albus Dumbledore in their lifetime, but Rita Skeeter's books are available for just a few Galleons."

Harry understood this very well. "So the Dumbledore character and view she created could easily replace the truth and become the Dumbledore that people identify with. After a long time, the truth became unimportant."

"But people's curiosity must always be satisfied -" Draco looked into Harry's eyes, "just like the savior's every move is bound to get a lot of attention. The media can decide who are the people to be admired in this era. As long as you appear in front of the public enough times, even a fool can recognize you."

"It's inevitable," Harry replied.

"But now there is still a chance to intervene in how they tell your story." Draco took Harry's hand and walked forward. "As long as we can sell it for a good price, it doesn't matter how these news stories that have nothing to do with public events are written."

"And—" Draco paused.

"And what?"

"I think his professional ability is okay. Judging from the editor's notes of Wizard Fashion, he doesn't look that much like Rita--" Draco said, gesturing.

After Rita slammed the door and left, Ed breathed a sigh of relief and curled up in the quilt with his elbows. He wasn't actually hungry. Since he woke up in the morning, he had only carefully drunk the bone-growing spirit sent by the therapist. The burning sensation spread from his mouth to his stomach, making him want to cough. He could feel the bone-growing spirit gradually taking effect, and there was a warm current surging in his ribs.

But he didn't dare cough, for fear of breaking a few more of his remaining ribs.

Finally clean.

You little bastard, you’re so harsh.

It hurts to turn over, breathe, and take medicine.

Ed closed his eyes and dozed off, quickly sorting out the information he had obtained in his mind. He thought that some of the information he had collected deliberately or accidentally could become new topics.

First, the report on Harry and Draco’s relationship – just muddle through it as long as it can get past Rita’s hurdle.

Secondly, the reports on the Night's Watch black market, although not part of the fashion section that I am responsible for, there are many wizards mixed in this underground illegal trading market, so I can provide it to the editor-in-chief of the social section and ask for their opinions.

The third one, this brat who beat people up - his extraordinary design ability, letter mark, and family background made Ed vaguely feel that there was room for exploration, an artist? A profile...

The fourth one, and the most ambiguous one at the moment, is why Harry Potter disguised himself as another person... and asked Lancelot to steal something... At first, Ed was not sure that the woman in the magic show was Harry Potter. But the information mentioned that night and the nail polish painted on his hands by Draco made Ed sure that it was him.

Shorthand pen...shorthand pen...

Ed closed his eyes and reached out to grope for his things on the bedside table. He wanted to write these down first, and when he could move again, he would go to...

"Don't touch me." A familiar voice came to his ear. Ed felt himself touched by a hand.

He opened his eyes and saw Lancelot standing by the bed, setting out dinner, looking down at him with a frown.

Behind Lancelot standing against the wall were two men in sunglasses.