Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

"Good, you can pull over in front." Lancelot commented on the road conditions from the passenger seat, "Once you get your driver's license, you two will look more and more like a qualified Muggle couple."

Draco and Harry learn driving skills in Lancelot's SUV. Although Draco often jokes that the car looks like it will soon go to the repair shop, this pile of moving scrap metal actually works pretty well.

After confirming the cooperation with Andre, Draco still had to maintain a good cooperative relationship with the goblins and other Muggle senior officials on the surface. The real invitation letter from the Lakeside Club had also been obtained, the door had been opened, and new challenges lay ahead.

"He is an elegant gentleman, a member of the multinational trading elite, and has a perfect partner. Although it seems that he is about to face disaster in the coming storm, he is still living a happy life now." Draco calmly turned the steering wheel and corrected Lancelot's statement.

"You really should take a picture of yourself in beggar's outfit, elegant gentleman." Harry interrupted in a slightly hoarse voice.

"There's a puppy ahead!!" Lancelot saw a dark shadow suddenly jump out of the road and shouted hurriedly. "That's functional clothing, Harry, just like you will have to wear functional clothing when you are in a sisterhood with other ladies in the future - such as a dress or a skirt."

The elegant gentleman didn't maintain his elegance for a few seconds before he had to brake suddenly to make way for a passing dog.

Harry, who was drowsy in the back seat, was thrown onto the back of the front seat and groaned. "Ah."

"We should cast a shielding spell on the road to prevent the small animals from being hurt." Draco turned his head and looked at Harry and asked, "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

Harry certainly looked okay, but not that good.

Before getting in the car, Lancelot keenly noticed the shallow marks on Harry's wrists, his slightly swollen lips and his lack of sleep, and probably knew what had happened since he came back early yesterday morning - he was used to it, and at this moment he was looking at his design drawings with a relaxed look, as if something new could come out of it.

Fortunately, the two were able to use encrypted calls to reduce the harm to those present.

Harry said to Draco in Parseltongue: "It hurts. You should know where it hurts." His jaw was sore and his throat was surprisingly hoarse. Harry hissed with his lips slightly parted. He thought he should shut up and rest for a day.

Draco also switched to Parseltongue and replied, "I should have stopped sooner."

"I should have blown up the bathroom and buried you in there, built a little hill of dirt, and hung green and silver decorations on it."

"It's not entirely my fault. The way you looked at me at that time - that expression, you committed the crime first." Draco turned his entire upper body towards the back seat. In the morning when Harry was sleeping, he was still carefully repairing the wall and wires, but at this moment he was still full of energy.

"I didn't show any expression. I almost choked to death, okay." Harry hissed back. "If I die in such an unclear and shameful way, you will be on the wanted list of the Muggle police, Mr. Malfoy, the elegant gentleman."

"You're of Veela descent," Draco began. "That would explain everything."

Harry rolled his eyes a huge way, "Right, visible only to you."

The whole carriage was filled with hissing sounds, and Lancelot felt like he had fallen into a snake's den. Although the Parseltongue sounded fierce, the expressions of the two men were quite normal. Just as Harry reached out to the front seat to twist Draco hard, Lancelot saw the No. 16 ring again - it was now securely worn on Harry's hand.

Draco also noticed it, and quickly grabbed Harry's hand to show it to Lancelot: "It's very suitable for him to wear. It's so beautiful."

Lancelot pretended not to notice the marks on his wrist and nodded with a smile. In the past, the Giuliano family designed jewelry for the Egyptian royal family. After he left, they still maintained the aesthetic and design style passed down by the family. Harry and the style of this ring fit well, because a person's temperament does not only come from bloodline, but also from personality, experience and values. All of them affect a person's appearance.

"The most surprising thing is that he made it." Draco made a grand entrance gesture. "When this ring appeared before your eyes, you knew that it was undoubtedly a precious treasure."

"Hidden away." Harry was also very surprised, but soon found it reasonable. As a curse breaker and treasure hunter, the quantity and quality of treasures he had seen far exceeded that of ordinary people. "But so professional!"

The ability to identify good things, in addition to professional machines and identification procedures, the rest is experience and intuition. The reason why Lancelot's work was picked out by Draco from a pile of other messy things was because he had come into contact with enough good things before, and even if it came from an unknown friend, its value could not be hidden.

"It's a piece of cake." Lancelot laughed. "If you need custom-made ones, you can come to me." After all, compared to fighting zombies, this was his original specialty. Now that his home is gone, his specialty is still there.

"Of course." Draco said immediately, "I need a pair of rings. There is only one number 16."

"Color, material, pattern, or other requirements?" Lancelot asked.

"The theme is - me and him." Draco turned around again, "As for the rest, I'll leave it to you to come up with your own ideas."

"Oh?" Lancelot took back the pen he was about to write down. "Do you trust me so much?"

"Give the artist enough room to play - I know you can give a surprise." Draco started the car again.

"Wait." Lancelot found Draco driving the car towards the city. "Although you are already quite skilled at driving now, be careful not to be caught without a driver's license."

"Let's go shopping for clothes. Where is the department store?" Draco looked around.

"What clothes to buy?"

"Harry's women's clothing." Draco increased his speed slightly. "The most he has now is simple men's clothing."

"Okay, I'll drive. Stop." Lancelot held the steering wheel. "What kind of look do you want Harley to be? A white-collar elite? A housewife? Or a student?"

"Let me think - preferably, respectable, elegant, but uninteresting." Draco described his words carefully.

"Hahahahahaha." Lancelot laughed. "It makes people uninteresting? What kind of person is this?"

"I would feel very threatened if he was dressed too nicely." Draco drawled out his voice. "I don't want to fight with a bunch of Muggle wild men or women."

"Don't even think about it." Harry's voice came from the back seat, "Like you said, I have Veela blood."