[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

The morning of April 25, [-] was cold and freezing, just as Harry Potter was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep, a chill forced him to lazily open his eyes, and then saw a pair of angry Staring intently into his blurry gray eyes.This startled him, and he woke up immediately.Harry sat up and saw clearly the owner of those eyes and the small piece of parchment clutched tightly in his hands.

"What medicine did you take wrong?" Harry asked, yawning.

"What medicine did I take wrong? I don't know. But maybe it has something to do with the owl that sent you out to work on our fifteenth wedding anniversary." Harry's husband, Draco Malfoy On the brink of eruption.

Harry sighed: "Are you serious? Don't I even have the right to decide whether the head of the Auror office needs to go out in person?"

"It's from Minister Kingsley, which means it's really urgent." Draco handed the note to Harry and sat down cautiously on the edge of the bed.

"Can I say 'no'?" Harry grumbled after reading the note, laying back on the bed with a fit of childish exasperation.

"Unfortunately, no. The owl was waiting for a reply, and I tried to ignore it, but it started pecking at my hand." Draco held up his hand, showing the little red peck marks on it, "Go ahead." , but you have to make sure you show up at the restaurant on time at seven. But if you're late or don't wear the clothes I've chosen for you, I'm going to be driven crazy."

Harry looked at the clothes Draco had chosen himself that hung on the door facing the bathroom.It was a pair of hand-tailored black trousers and a dark emerald shirt with matching tie and black blazer.Harry couldn't leave the house until he was in the clothes Draco had chosen.Draco always said, "You can't wear our wedding ring and go out like a Squib." Harry had given up arguing with him on that issue long ago.

"I need an answer, Harry, so I don't get annoyed more." Draco interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"Sorry. Oh yes, I'll be there on time at seven," Harry promised.

"And wearing..."

"Yes, Draco, and in your carefully chosen clothes." Harry couldn't help laughing, he was used to Draco's control, which made him love him even more.

"Well, I'm sorry about that," Draco said, "15 years is such a long time, it's really worth celebrating, I just want it to be perfect." Draco took Harry's hand tightly: " When did we get so old?"

"You're the only one getting old," Harry replied, trying to get out of bed quickly, but he let out a loud thud as he pulled his leg out of the covers.

"Are you talking?" Draco pulled him towards him with a triumphant smile, and kissed him, "Go and get dressed now, don't be late."

Harry took a hot shower, using the body wash that Draco had set aside with the note "Use this, Potter".Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes, he wanted to sing in the shower.But he didn't know what to sing.He'd just made up a rhyme that would definitely annoy Draco.

After donning his Auror uniform, Harry came down from the upstairs at 12 Grimmauld Place and into the kitchen.Draco was wearing his reading glasses, his quill in hand, poring over the Daily Prophet.

For some reason, Draco found it quite "healthy" to take out his frustrations in the newspapers rather than anyone else.He hadn't been to work in a while, which made him even more frustrated.Draco seemed to love his job at first, but Harry could tell that wasn't his passion.That might be why Draco was so eager to give him an anniversary gift.

"Crap, crap, and even more crap," Draco muttered, drawing circles repeatedly on the paper with his pen.

"Are they writing about you again?" Harry asked, leaning against the kitchen wall, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand.

Gray eyes looked away from the newspaper and looked at him disapprovingly. "No, well, yes, about our report."

He managed to get Harry's attention, "What did they say this time?"

Draco cleared his throat and read, "'Today's special report: Harry Potter, 34, and former Death Eater Draco Malfoy, 37, will celebrate their fifteenth wedding anniversary today, On behalf of the Daily Prophet I wish them well and offer my sincere congratulations.'" He slammed the paper viciously on the table and glanced at Harry - who looked as bewildered as ever.

"Oh, well, you're a Death Eater, they refer to you a lot. Is today different?" Harry asked cautiously, looking taken aback by Draco's sudden gloomy eyes.

"37, Harry, I'm 34 not goddamn 37." Draco waved the newspaper at Harry, who started laughing, "We were in the same grade at school, I was only a month older than you .”

"What are you going to do, write them a letter?" said Harry, laughing.

"Actually, I will." Draco grabbed a piece of parchment from the briefcase beside him.His quill furiously scratches across the paper:

"to whom It May Concern:

I appreciate your kind wishes on our anniversary.However, I would like to remind you that my husband Draco Malfoy is 34 years old, the same age as me, not 37 years old.In the future, please publish after ascertaining the facts.

Head of the Auror Office

Harry Potter"

"Are you serious?" Harry frowned.

"Writing in my name would make me look a bit sentimental, don't you think?" Draco smiled and folded the letter, releasing their owl from its cage so it could deliver it, "if you want to be back on time You are leaving now."

Harry grimaced reluctantly as he grumbled.He kissed Draco lightly on the lips before flooing from the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic.

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"Come on, Harry, he's going to get away!" Ron yelled.They were chasing Theodore Not through a forest.

Theodore had been under their watch for a while, and it was clear he wanted to gather a following to restore what Voldemort had been.But they didn't have any proof, so they spent a year keeping tabs on where he'd been and who he had been in contact with.

When Harry arrived at the Ministry of Magic, he narrowly missed Ron, who was on his way to track Nott.Nott had wielded a wand nearly as powerful as the destroyed Elder Wand, which Voldemort hadn't even spotted.

"I saw him," growled Harry. "Disarm!" He missed.

"Swoon!" Ron yelled the incantation.

The spell hit Nott, and they approached him cautiously.

"Forget it all!" Just as Harry turned around, a green light cut through the air and knocked him to the ground.

"Harry!" Ron yelled.

Everything returned to darkness and silence.

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