[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry was startled to discover that the person who got mad at him was a young wizard.He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with short black hair that was flaunted back arrogantly, a well-defined face, skin color that was very close to wheat, and a pair of divine eyes that were beautiful steel gray.The wizard glared at Harry angrily, took out his wand and walked carefully towards the berserk dragon, muttering some spell.The young dragon's nose twitched, as if it smelled someone else's scent, and it became even more angry. It opened its mouth wide at the new wizard, "Damn it!" , "For Merlin's sake, can you come over and help?"

"What to do?" Harry asked aloud.The dragon's voice nearly deafened his ears.

"I'll count one, two, three, and we'll cast the Stunning Charm on it together," the wizard said loudly, "Aim for the belly, are you ready?"

"Okay." Harry nodded, raising his wand.

"One, two, three, faint!"

The two chanted the spell at the same time, the young dragon couldn't bear the power of the two spells, and finally fell to the ground after a cry.Frowning, Harry avoided the splashes of mud splashed by the drake's fall, and walked towards the crevice where Tom was hiding.

"Tom, it's all right, come out." Harry panted tiredly and pulled the little boy out from the crevice of the stone. Tom looked at the dragon that had fallen to the ground, and hugged Harry's neck.

"Okay, okay, there's nothing to be afraid of." Harry patted Tom on the back softly, and hugged Tom who refused to let go. "The dragon has been subdued, and there is no danger." Harry hugged Tom, who was still shivering, walked towards the fire dragon, "Look, it has stopped moving."

"Is he dead?" Tom timidly popped half of his head off Harry's shoulder and looked at the Norwegian Ridgeback lying on the ground.

"No, just passed out."

"It's okay, it's not serious." The young wizard had checked the dragon's injuries, stood up and turned to Harry, "It would be terrible if it destroyed its eyes. I really don't understand why you hurt Beren —Where did the kid come from?"

"I guess I was just trying to keep it from hurting my baby," said Harry angrily. "Your Beren almost made us both into a roast!"

A puzzled expression appeared on the wizard's face: "What are you doing here, and you have a child with you? Don't you know this is a protected area?"

"Reserve?" Harry repeated the word suspiciously.

"This is the only sanctuary for endangered magical creatures in Wales." The wizard frowned. "There are six dragons in this swamp, as well as other magical creatures. If you are bringing your children for a picnic, I advise you to change to another place." place."

"I'm not here for a picnic." Harry replied angrily, "I'm here to visit Mr. Slampelli. I received his reply half a month ago, and he asked me to come here to find him."

"Oh." The other party's expression became strange, "Are you the Mr. Potter who wrote to the old guy?"

Harry raised his eyebrows: "Yes, my name is Harry Potter."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter." A sad expression appeared on the wizard's face, "Mr. Slampelly passed away five days ago due to the explosion of the cauldron. I have already sent you an owl for him. I thought you had received Here comes the letter."

Tom suddenly felt that Harry holding him turned into a statue in the square, cold and hard.

"He, dead?" Harry asked with difficulty.

The other party nodded: "Yes. There was something wrong with the potion he made. When I heard the explosion, the whole house had collapsed. I'm sorry."

Harry felt something stuck in his throat.With his first back-to-the-future thread cut off in over six years, Harry couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"It's okay." After a while, Harry said in a hollow voice, "I just came to try my luck, and it seems that my luck is very bad."

Tom had recovered from the fright at this time, hiding on Harry's shoulder and watching the fainted dragon secretly, and looked up at Harry after hearing Harry's tone.

"My name is Alex? Palampion." The young wizard put away his wand and held out a hand to Harry. "You can call me Alex."

Harry hurriedly supported Tom with his left arm, and held Alex's hand: "My name is Harry, Harry? Potter."

The two shook hands, and Alex shifted his gaze to Tom: "This is your son?"

"No." Harry said flatly. "He's my godson, Tom Riddle."

Alex looked at Harry unexpectedly, then at Tom, and politely didn't ask further: "Hello, Mr. Riddle, may I call you Tom?"

Tom looked back at the McGinn-skinned man, then got off Harry, and stretched out his hand like a little adult: "Of course, Mr. Palampion."

Alex laughed and shook Tom's hand twice: "You can call me Alex or Aaron, Tom."

Tom watched Alex laugh with some annoyance, and hid behind Harry.

"I think we'd better get out of here," said Alex. "It's not wise to stay in the swamp at this time. Come with me, Mr. Potter."

Harry took Tom and followed Alex all the way and chatted all the way.Alex is a cheerful Gryffindor, in his second year graduating from Hogwarts, and currently working in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic.It was the first time Harry saw someone who liked those dangerous creatures so much except Hagrid, and Alex liked to express his opinions on various things, which reminded Harry nostalgicly of his good friend Ron.The two chatted while walking, and soon became familiar with each other.

When it was getting dark, they finally reached the finish line.Tom, who had been hiking and frightened, had already fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder, and hadn't seen the house he had only seen in the illustrated book.

"Here, this is one of my houses." Alex happily showed Harry a two-story stone villa with a very dilapidated appearance, "I only live here when I come to inspect, since my father passed away I haven't received guests here yet. Please be as casual as you are in your own home."

Harry carefully placed the sleeping Tom on the sofa and looked at the layout of the room.This is obviously a wizard's residence. There are not many furniture in the room. Everything looks old, but it is very comfortable.

"Palampion is a very old family, isn't it?" Harry asked. He had never heard of this family when he was in school. Gryffindors are different from Slytherins, and they almost never look at other people's family backgrounds. .

Alex nodded: "Palampion's history is almost as old as Malfoy, but in my generation, I am the only heir."

At this time, a house elf with a pointed nose nimbly shuttled through the furniture with a huge tea tray in his hand, placed hot tea, milk, sugar bowl and other things on the coffee table, bowed deeply, and The thin voice said: "Please take it easy, Master Aaron, honored guest, dinner will be ready soon."

Tom frowned, sat up sleepily and rubbed his eyes.He found himself sitting in a large room he had never seen before, and Harry was talking over a teacup with someone he didn't like very much.Tom rubbed his eyes and found that the portrait on the huge fireplace by the wall was actually alive, and the person on it gave him a gentle wink.

"Harry!" exclaimed Tom in surprise, "that picture moves!"