Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Backstage at Quinn's origami magic show. Forty minutes before the show starts.

A tall, silver-haired figure appeared among the giant origami works piled up backstage. He deftly avoided these fragile props and walked straight to the other side. Quinn saw a familiar pair of ice-blue eyes in the makeup mirror, and she turned around in surprise. "Ed! I didn't expect you to come. I thought you were going to assist with Krum's latest cover shoot and wouldn't take the time to come see me. I haven't thanked you for the last magazine cover."

"I've advised Krum to postpone his recent activities. He should train hard before the Quidditch World Cup begins." Ed pulled over a chair and sat down. "In competitive sports, results come first. The World Cup is only held every four years, and a Quidditch player's peak age is very precious."

"It seems like he doesn't particularly enjoy everything that fame brings." Quinn checked her makeup in the mirror. "Is my look okay like this? After I appeared on the cover of Wizard Style, I received a lot of enthusiastic fan letters and gifts! I can't believe how much love Krum has for an international superstar! The applause and flowers I have now already make me very happy."

"Being famous at a young age may make you realize the troubles that come with fame earlier. After all, he represented the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team at the age of 18." Ed recalled the crazy fans who chased and blocked his former roommate when he was studying at Durmstrang. "He always had a gloomy face at school. Even celebrities are not so happy."

"And Krum hasn't had any gossip so far. Does he have a girlfriend?" Quinn was curious. "Sports stars should have no shortage of fans."

"That Hermione? He likes smart girls, and he's very loyal." Ed recalled the pronunciation when Krum talked to him about it, and pointed at Quinn's cheek, indicating that it needed some modification. "The girl he liked in the Triwizard Tournament invited him to her wedding. When I went to see him a few days ago, I found that he was still reading magic academic journals. I thought he was suddenly interested in scientific research, but later Krum told me that this was the latest paper written by that girl."

"Oh my god." Quinn expressed regret, "Who can compare to Krum?"

"Love is not a team score game. It cannot be measured by various indicators. Maybe he just lost because of the distance. Hogwarts and Durmstrang are still far apart." Ed sighed. "We can only communicate through letters."

"But a star player can get in touch with many people, right? Then there will be no one who can attract him?"

"The stars often come into contact with opponents and teammates on the court - Krum was very kind and said that if there were any players I liked, he could introduce them to me." Ed added, "But he himself is as straight as a magic wand, and those muscular men are not his type."

Quinn's eyes lit up when he heard this: "What about you? Are you in a relationship with any big international star?"

"No." Ed answered simply, "Those who can be selected for the national team are all geniuses. Geniuses often think highly of themselves. When they are unhappy, they lose their temper or show off their wealth everywhere to satisfy their vanity. I like gentle people."

The stagehand came forward to remind them that the show would start in ten minutes. Quinn nodded to show that she was ready, but she was reluctant to leave because Ed hadn't finished his gossip yet. "So you live a similarly dull life as Krum? Take some pictures for me after I start my show."

Ed shook his head in denial, "That's too boring. Of course, I brought my camera."

"Okay." Quinn was already preparing to go on stage, but when she heard Ed's words, she turned 180 degrees and pricked up her ears. "If you can find eight hundred faults in a manuscript, I think it's hard for you to like it."

"If I like someone, I will try to train him into a qualified person until he satisfies me in every aspect." Ed lay back in the swivel chair.

"Taming a human!" Quinn screamed in a low voice. "Is that how the Daily Prophet phrases it?"

"I'm just making an analogy," Ed replied, and stood up and walked towards the curtain on the stage. He gently pulled up a corner and saw the audience members who were whispering at the moment, including three people sitting side by side in the front row: the Duchess, Harry disguised as Harry, and his master Lancelot.

After Harry's introduction, the Duchess was talking happily with Lancelot. Even from a distance, the No. 16 ring on Harry's hand was shining and eye-catching. From the Duchess's expression, she was quite interested in this dark-skinned, unknown wild jewelry designer. The luxurious suit on Lancelot was given to him by Draco Malfoy that night, saying it was compensation for losing his beggar's clothes.

After the night visit with Lancelot, Ed had already made a preliminary judgment that Draco and Harry were not as mysterious and strange as the rumors said - they were actually two very good people, and their love was quite sweet - Rita's feeling was right. Rita always had an extraordinary keen sense of gossip. Ed had decided not to write this report in too sharp a language, and before leaving that night, he generously let Harry touch the cat's back.

"We don't even know each other yet." He said in a voice that no one could hear. Ed hadn't figured out when and how to appear in front of Lancelot, maybe after the performance?

That night, he heard Harry say that the Duchess provided VIP tickets that would allow them to meet and communicate with the magician backstage, a wizard he had worked with before. This was also the reason why he asked Rita to go out.

It's not easy to get close to the reporting targets Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Moreover, Ed was troubled to find out that the middleman he chose, a man named Lancelot, was a man who had many secrets of his own.