Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Tent. Stove. Moisture-proof mat. Mattress. Blanket. Table. Chair. Emergency light. And a series of pots and pans. When Harry had packed everything with the help of his wand, he felt that the moon had moved a lot. He didn't know what time it was in the middle of the night.

It's even past the time when you'd feel sleepy.

Harry settled Draco on the bed in the tent, and turned back to check the results of his cleaning in the dim light of his wand. Then he found that he had changed his previous rough style, and everything in the tent was in order and clean. He even took the trouble to light the incense in the camping bag.

Harry usually watched Draco sort out the dishes in the apartment, make the beds, add some exquisite but useless decorations, and fold every piece of clothing neatly.

Now it was his turn to really take action, and Harry had subconsciously cleaned up everything in exactly the same way Draco always did.

Living together will leave traces of each other, and living habits are one of them. If conditions permit, Harry still has the urge to put a vase of flowers on the camping table, just because the flowers in the London apartment are changed once a week on average, without interruption.

If I just let it go randomly, Draco would probably frown when he woke up.

Perhaps it was because Draco had not slept well for so many days while he was in the hospital, so he was sleeping very soundly at this moment. Harry extinguished the light of his wand and let the surroundings fall into the quiet darkness. One side of the tent was translucent, and Harry did not cover the curtain completely. Through this side, he could see the quiet woods outside.

This was his sleepless night.

Harry tried not to look back at Draco's pleasing face. Neither Harry nor Draco had yet verbally admitted that the other was attractive to him, but their actions had already given the answer.

Lancelot had cleverly pretended to have lost that day's edition of the Daily Prophet - the newspaper that had three full articles about him. However, a few days later, Harry still accidentally saw the gossip about him and Draco.

"We can imagine that as a hero in the wizarding world, it would be a major stain in Harry Potter's life for him to be mixed up with Draco, the son of a former Death Eater family." The accompanying picture is a dynamic photo of the two people in a Muggle bar. In the photo, Draco is lighting the flammable material on the edge of the red wine glass, and on the other side, looking at the flames from the wine glass, his eyes are shining.

The stain... is ridiculous.

The final fate of the newspaper was that Harry cut out the photo with scissors and put it in his Quidditch book as a bookmark. Although the content of the article was a mess, fortunately the candid photography technology was good, and the newspaper even spent a lot of money to print this page in color, and the Daily Prophet left an important photo of the two people's romantic moment.

Just as Harry was holding his knees in a daze, a voice came to his ear: "Now this island is not only noisy underground, but also above ground. The annual human gathering game has begun again."

"Who?" Harry walked out of the tent vigilantly, looked around, and saw no one.

The sound seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then it picked up again tentatively.

"You can actually understand what I say." The voice in my ear came closer, "Are you... a wizard?"

Harry followed the sound to determine its source and finally found a snake coiled at his feet. Its black body and the white line running through its entire back made it look very special. Its scales looked exquisite and sharp in the moonlight.

"Parseltongue?" The strange snake raised its body high, as if to let Harry see it clearly. "As the only snake on the whole island, I'm really happy to have someone to communicate with me."

Harry finally realized that the sound he made at this moment was a hissing sound. He leaned down and lowered his voice to communicate with the snake. "I am indeed a wizard who can speak Parseltongue. But how come you are the only snake on this island? I thought there would be many snakes on the island-"

Seeing that Harry seemed to have the patience to communicate further, the snake turned around happily and said, "I'm from California, and I'm a California king snake. I used to be the pet snake of a Muggle in the club here, but I felt too bored being locked up all the time, so I tried to escape. After I really escaped from my owner, I found that this island was also boring most of the time - I even had to find a way to eat by myself."

Harry tried to look into the snake's eyes: "Do you regret it?"

The California King Snake replied noncommittally: "Snakes always want to try out a life they have never tried before. They will escape when they get tired of it. But as a non-venomous pet snake, I don't understand why Muggles keep me locked up."

"At least you're back in nature now." Harry comforted it.

"Oh, it's so noisy here... so noisy... I can't sleep well at all. Don't you feel the ground shaking? That guy's voice comes so deep underground... and it's still so loud..." The California King Snake complained half-seriously.

"What guy?" Harry said and listened attentively to the sounds coming from all around him with bated breath, but did not find anything unusual.

"It's a large pet that people have domesticated here recently... Although it was only about my size at first, it's now mine... probably thousands of times bigger... and can breathe fire."

"Dragon?" Harry shuddered all over. Although he had been discharged from the hospital, the scar on the back of his neck where he was bitten had not yet fully healed. Hearing the news, the wound seemed to start to hurt again.

"Maybe this is its name? I've never seen this kind of thing before." The California King Snake seemed to be interested in Harry and stuck out its tongue. "The dungeon where that guy is imprisoned is only opened once a month. People will put a lot of food in it at once, and of course, they will also bring a lot of drugs that can make it dizzy, extract dragon blood, peel off some dragon scales, and then repeat the cycle after it grows back..."

"The dungeon - where is it?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Underground, beneath the sea. Every time people bring it food, I go get some, but I try to avoid the time when the dragon is awake. Its wailing is so loud that it sounds painful, but there's nothing I can do."

"What are the people who feed dragons like?" Harry demanded.

"Maybe he is a wizard like you... But they have never heard me talking to myself... You are the first person who can really communicate with me... Before I ran away, I couldn't understand what my master was mumbling to me..."

The California King Snake shook its head, as if inviting him, "Today is also the time when the dungeon is open. It is now late at night. It will be closed after daytime. The next time it opens will be in a month. Since you are interested, do you want me to take you to have a look?"

Harry hesitated for a few seconds and made his decision.

But at this moment - he looked back at Draco who was sleeping soundly. Maybe there was no need to wake him up.

"Let's go. Now," Harry said to the California king snake.

He took off the opal necklace from his neck and carefully put it back on Draco's neck, then hurriedly wrote a few lines on the paper of a portable food box and placed it next to Draco's pillow, then followed the California king snake and disappeared into the night.

"I'll be back at daybreak, don't worry. - Harry"