Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Your hair—it's hard to tame."

Draco touched Harry's sticky black hair with his wand in an attempt to straighten it out, but after a while it returned to its previous state.

Harry shook his head. "Give up. It may even grow back to its original shape overnight." When his aunt cut all his hair off when he was a child, Harry's hair showed amazing growth ability and resilience.

Today is a big day for Alex. It's also a day to test the results of Harry's squash training.

No one mentioned what happened last night, as if today was just an ordinary day.

Early in the morning, Draco woke Harry up, had breakfast, and prepared to go out as usual.

The only difference was that today Draco looked particularly well-dressed. Although he usually paid attention to his clothes, Harry recognized several well-known Muggle luxury labels on him today. He wore a suit that looked expensive and a shiny, exquisite watch - he even sprayed some light perfume.

Harry leaned in close to Draco's neck and sniffed a few times, "You look like you're going to a beauty pageant, or a fashion show, or a date."

"We must first let these Muggles who think they are elites recognize us as the same kind. They are all superficial visual animals." Draco took out another set of ready-made clothes from the closet. "This is yours. Winning a championship is as important as being well-dressed."

Harry looked at the clothes in his hands and hesitated. He remembered that the last time he dressed up carefully was for the Triwizard Tournament Ball. Sportswear was of course more comfortable...

"Don't tell me you're allergic to pretty clothes." Draco said with a hint of sarcasm, "Or do you prefer women's clothes? I think you can bring your disguise tools and makeup bag. Maybe you can show your professional skills as an Auror in Alex's audition."

An impeccable and perfectly reasonable suggestion. Harry went upstairs to change his clothes and put on his equipment.

Before leaving, Draco brought out two glasses of pumpkin juice, "There's a small drop of Felicis in each."

"Cheers." Harry drank it all in one gulp.

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Lina was recuperating at home because of illness, so Matthew drove the four of them to the competition venue in Brooklyn Heights.

The silver sword was finally taken down from its decorative place in Alex's house and thrown into the trunk by Matthew. It would not be shown until the afternoon.

Sitting in the back seat, Harry tried hard to feel whether the silver sword could have any effect.

It seems like my heartbeat is speeding up a little.

But Harry wasn't sure whether it was the radiation from the goblin's silver sword or because of Draco sitting next to him - his perfume was always lingering in his nostrils, and his two slender legs and his leather shoes always appeared in the corner of his eye.

As if sensing Harry's gaze, Draco moved his eyes back from the window, a hint of concern and doubt in his grey eyes.

Harry waved his hands and looked out the window as if he had been electrocuted. His thoughts had drifted away in the red brake lights.

Merlin, how can someone have such long eyelashes?

Matthew spent most of his time on the phone, talking nonstop about stocks, markets, and new policies with the person on the other end of the phone. A small part of the time, he seemed to want to seize this brief moment to show his majesty as the head of the family to his son and two tutors.

"You'd better not screw up - Lina and I have changed your teachers many times. We spent money to solve your problems, but you let us down again and again." The car stopped at a red light, and Matthew turned his head and said to Alex. "Today I took time out of my schedule to play with you, and you dare to embarrass me."

Harry wanted to speak up to defend Alex, but the Felicis seemed to push him, telling him to wait for the right time to speak.

Matthew did not stop his verbal attacks. As the car in front of him slowly moved, he banged on the horn on the steering wheel in anger and said to Alex, "You have to f--- win."

Alex hung his head and said nothing. There was always a group of people - they came to him because their parents gave them money, with one mission or another, and their own childhood was also an investment that their father expected to be rewarded again and again, calculating the input-output ratio all the time, and turnover and blame were also means to achieve the goal.

The carriage fell into dead silence for a while.

Brooklyn's squash courts are housed in a classically designed building that looks more like a concert hall than a tournament venue.

The mahogany decorations and bright lights around it make everything look elegant and well-organized. At the same time, a real small squash court is located in the middle of the entire venue, surrounded by densely packed spectator seats.

Like a delicate blue glass box floating in it.

In order to provide a better view for the audience, the walls and glass doors of the squash court are transparent, so that the young players can be clearly seen warming up inside.

Draco sat down next to Matthew, looking down at the cube-shaped squash court. The glass box-like venue reminded him of some toy packaging with an exquisite doll inside.

As a kind of competitive event, Harry felt that the atmosphere of the spectators around him was a little strange. Undoubtedly, the families who could send their children to participate in the competition were all well-off and prominent. During the game, all the spectators seemed silent, and there was only a slight commotion occasionally when the score was scored.

A small Colosseum, where the protagonists are your own children, and behind the rankings in the competition is a golden road to applying to prestigious schools.

Before Alex went on stage, Draco took out a small can of pumpkin juice from his bag and handed it to him, "True gold forged in fire, would you like a sip?"

Alex licked his lips, which were dry from nervousness, took the can and took a few gulps, then walked onto the field without looking back.

"Actually, he can do without this." Harry whispered beside Draco in an almost inaudible voice.

"Gringotts employees abide by the laws set by the goblins, no matter what the means, no matter what the cost." Draco replied in the same volume.

Alex's previous teachers had already taught him the basic skills of squash, and Harry, a squash coach who was a newcomer, built on this foundation and taught him some common techniques in competitive sports.

For example, the feint. Harry had been thinking about this technique since he saw Krum perform it at the Quidditch World Cup. Squash is a highly mobile sport, and even a few seconds of movement can cause the opponent to misjudge the direction of the return and lead the opponent to make a mistake.

For example, reasonable line of sight blocking. The characteristic of squash where both sides stand on the same side allows for this little trick to be used, because it is a violation if the body interferes with the opponent's receiving the ball, but if it does not interfere with the movement in space and can briefly affect the opponent's line of sight, it can also give you a chance of winning.

For example, improving the body's tolerance. As someone who had encountered several dangers on the Quidditch field, Harry understood this point well. "Well... you have to want to win very much and risk your life." He said this to Alex during training.

"Desperate," Alex repeated breathlessly.

"No matter what happens, you have to focus on the ball and adjust to the best condition as quickly as possible."

And now Alex did it.

In addition to his skillful shots, Alex dived to the floor several times to save the ball, then quickly got up and ran towards where the ball was going.

From a distance, he looked like he was performing some kind of acrobatics, or like a fish struggling to strike out in the air.

But Alex's score kept rising, and Matthew seemed in a good mood and even hummed a little tune.

"Hiss - it looks like his knee is injured." Draco said with a slight sigh, "It seems like his right leg is bleeding."

The ball flew quickly across the field, and Draco suddenly recalled a match in which he was riding on a broomstick and watching Harry in front of him let go of the broomstick with both hands and pounced on the Golden Snitch desperately.

Soon it was the last round, and there was almost no suspense about Alex's victory. Draco suddenly felt the Felicity Lectrin pushing him, and Matthew on the side had already been watching the game with a happy expression on his face.

It's time to act.