Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Ed recognized the two men in sunglasses as Harry and Draco. At this moment, they were still leaning against the wall of the ward. Apart from nodding and greeting each other as a friendly gesture after entering the door, they had no intention of speaking for the time being.

Ed tilted his head again to look at the dinner that Lancelot had brought.

A very light liquid meal, in keeping with Lancelot's usual style of hating seasonings and complicated cooking methods.

During the time when the cat lived in Lancelot's house for a short time, Ed had speculated on the reason for this eating habit. Was it because he didn't want to cook? Or was it because of the taste? Now everything has been answered. Judging from the purchase choice, maybe he really likes to eat these.

This kind of thing that can be called rice after the raw materials are cooked and cut.

While studying at Durmstrang, Ed was able to stay at Hogwarts for a short period of time because of the opportunity of the Triwizard Tournament. He once envied Hogwarts very much, mainly because of the relatively free atmosphere and rich dining options.

Durmstrang's tradition of advocating duels and powerful magic, as well as the extremely cold climate most of the time, all make the overall atmosphere of the school depressing. Only students like Krum who have already become famous can be looked up to by headmasters like Karkaroff. Because the school's atmosphere focuses on the theme of "becoming stronger", there is not much concern for the mental health and daily life of students.

The reason why Ed came to the UK to work after graduation was largely because of the filter of his trip to Hogwarts. The shiny tableware, the ceiling that changes color, the humane principal, Yorkshire pudding, chocolate trifle, fried jam donuts, Hungarian goulash, French bouillabaisse, elderflower wine...

For Ed, he had to choose between a light diet and a light mood. Because he was a person who could not gain weight, the only time he was told that he was "pretty heavy" in the past twenty years was by Lancelot. The huge work pressure of the Daily Prophet needed desserts to relieve it.

Seeing Ed staring at the pile of dinner on the bedside table in a daze, Lancelot stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

"Thank you." Ed picked up one of the bowls of liquid food, poured all the remaining bone-growing spirit potion into it, and stirred it. "When I recover, I will invite you to taste my favorite raspberry shortbread jam cake."

"How do you eat this--" Even Lancelot, who had a bland diet, was shocked by the strange color of the food.

"A short pain is worse than a long one." Ed licked his lips, propped up his head and began to ask, "Why do I feel that your attitude towards me has softened a lot after I was beaten?"

"If you hadn't been following me, the accident wouldn't have happened." Lancelot analyzed matter-of-factly. "But I'm sorry that you were seriously injured."

"Is it because the opal necklace fell out?" Ed clearly remembered that Lancelot had been normal before this.

"Yes--"

"Is it a magical item? Is it related to the Duchess's family?" Ed asked as he lowered his head to drink the liquid food, bone and spirit mixture.

Lancelot was startled, feeling as if he was being tricked again, and quickly shut his mouth, "If you feel pain, ask fewer questions, why?"

"Okay~" Ed put down the bowl and gave Lancelot a harmless smile, revealing a row of neat teeth.

"Curiosity kills the cat." Lancelot resolutely turned his head away and chose not to look.

Seeing that the patient had finished his meal, Harry and Draco each grabbed a small stool and sat down beside the bed, taking off their sunglasses in unison.

Ed adjusted his posture and waited for the two to speak.

"I heard that you were asked to write a report about us." Draco skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point. "Since we have already met - in my house, you must know who we are."

"Considering that most of the previous reports about me in the Daily Prophet were poorly written, we thought you might need some writing guidance." Harry continued Draco.

"Because we now have you as a witness for the illegal Animagus breaking into a private residence, we think it would be best for you to accept our writing guidance. Otherwise, your qualifications may be revoked, or you may face more serious charges," said Draco.

"Your boss, Rita Skeeter, was once caught in this way and was put in a glass jar by my friend. I guess you don't want to face this kind of life, so I suggest you think about it carefully." Harry finished his speech.

Ed squinted his eyes and smiled as he watched the two people's threats in unison. In fact, Ed had seen them at Hogwarts as early as the Triwizard Tournament. Draco personally distributed the medal of "Cedric Diggory, a True Champion of Hogwarts - Potter Stinky Shit" to him. He didn't expect it - what a childish way of expressing love.

"This is Rita Skeeter's assignment, so for me, as long as she doesn't find fault with it, that's my request." Ed said truthfully. "Since you are in front of me now, you can tell me what to write to satisfy you."

The imagined resistance did not appear, and Draco was a little surprised: "Oh? Are you so cooperative?"

"You saved me the trouble of getting close to the interviewee. I can't thank you enough - maybe we don't have to take secret photos anymore?" Ed perked up. "Do you have any ready-made materials?"

"Our writing advice is not to publish any articles about us in the near future," Draco continued, otherwise all his previous efforts to distance Harry from the relevant events would be in vain.

"..." Ed sighed. "Is there any good excuse that Rita can give to stop me? You know, even if I shirk the task, she will ask other reporters to follow you."

"You can pretend to have discovered something else during the tracking. Distract her attention." Draco suggested. "You can write something about me."

"for example?"

"Being close to Muggles - or other things are fine. I have been trying to find out the reason for the black dragon in Downing Street. This matter has nothing to do with us. If there are any clues, I can provide them. Anyway, just write something and pretend that I am working." Draco, who has been repairing the Vanishing Cabinet for a century, is obviously very experienced.

"The Downing Street Black Dragon has nothing to do with you," Ed repeated. "What about the underwater incident?"

"When the time is right, we will naturally provide you with the materials. But--" Draco ignored Ed's question and paused.

"But what?" Ed asked.

"Were you responsible for the cover and other photography for Wizarding Style?"

“If they produce bad products, I will shoot them myself.”

"I sincerely invite you to be my wedding photographer with a high salary." Draco's eyes lit up and he said with anticipation. "Are you good at both Muggle and wizard photography?"