[HP Deha] [Authorized translation] Forgot or not

"Are you going to send me back to Azkaban, Draco?" Lucius Malfoy said angrily when Draco told him the situation.

They're standing in Lucius' study, which is the only place he's going to find peace, especially after his wife decides to hang out with wizards of different paths, have some book fair, cook night or whatever. after.This study also reminded Draco of his pre-Hogwarts days: he used to sit here, pretending to read while eavesdropping on his father's various meetings and conversations, sometimes he just wanted to be closer to his father Just a few.

"No, father, I'm just asking you how to sneak into the special guard room." Draco stared at his father sitting at the other end of the long table, leaning his body towards the fireplace, and said impatiently.

"So you're throwing yourself into Azkaban?"

"No, father. As I said earlier, I need to enter the Ministry of Magic undetected to speak to Theodore Not."

It's been 14 years since Lucius bid farewell to his prison life in Azkaban, but he always reminds Draco that he used to stay there.

"Is it really worth it, Draco?" Lucius sighed, resting his head lightly on his hands.

"If you're asking about finding the person who made Harry lose his memory, wouldn't it be worth it?" Draco gripped his wand tightly in his pocket.

"It's always like this, Draco, you must have inherited it from your mother," Lucius paused and sighed again, "I just think this family has sacrificed enough for Potter."

"You just can't believe it. Can't you admit that you just resent me for finding someone who can't have the surname 'Malfoy'?" Draco's blood seemed to be boiling: when he picked up his father They had a similar conversation when Ben came out and told him he was married to Harry.

"I wasn't going to talk to you about that right now." Lucius looked exhausted from their conversation, but clearly he still had some energy for being the bad guy.

"When, well, when are you going to tell your son this? So that he'll be embarrassed that he's gay and married the man who defeated the Dark Lord?" Draco almost yelled, Lou Hughes was right in front of him, and they pointed their wands at each other.

"How dare you talk to me like that in my house?" Lucius growled too, the tip of his wand trembling, Draco couldn't tell if it was because he was getting old or his authority was being challenged by his own son of.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then moved his wand away, but looked at his father without averting his eyes, and said breathlessly, "I can do it without your help."

Lucius dropped his wand too, and sighed a third time.The anger on his face was gone, replaced by concern that his son was going to throw himself into something he would regret.Draco was about to leave the room. "There's a place." Lucius said quietly, but enough for Della to hear, "There's a place in the brain hall of the Department of Mysteries. It's small, and you have to pinpoint it. From there you can reach Ten floors below ground, there's an unknown stairwell there, just behind the third home shelf in the Hall of the Brain."

"Thanks," Draco said seriously, "I'll take care of everything when I think about it."

"Don't do anything stupid, I beg you, Draco."

He looked at his father for a moment, as if thinking of an answer.But in the end he just nodded and left the manor.

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The Auror Director's office was quiet when Harry opened the door.Harry suddenly felt a strong sense of abandonment.There was a large desk here, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of it, the entire Auror office below could be seen.He assumed it was a one-way glass.There was a stand on the table with the words "Head of the Harry Potter Auror Office" engraved in gold.The table was messy and full of piles of papers, which was definitely not what Draco wanted to see.

Harry sat down in the office chair, allowing himself to be trapped comfortably.The chair seemed to know how he felt, so he was more relaxed when he first arrived.He locked the office door with his wand, so that he could enjoy his last time in this office without being disturbed.

He looked carefully at the papers on the desk, which were all ordinary Auror work reports, boring meeting minutes, and memos.He opened the drawer, which looked no different from the drawers at home filled with useless items that needed to be thrown out.

A sealed letter, addressed to the minister, caught his attention, and he opened it cautiously.

"Dear Secretary Shaker:

My service at the Ministry of Magic has served me well, and I have done my part as an Auror and Head of the Auror Office with a clear conscience.But I had to tell you about it four weeks in advance.I believe that I have enough time to develop someone who can take over the role, and I introduce you to Ron Weasley, who is more than capable of doing the job.

I thank you for offering me this job and am happy to continue to assist you as necessary in the future.But now, I think it's time to start over with Draco and remake my family life.

you are sincere

Harry James Potter

Head of the Auror Office"

Harry re-read the resignation letter countless times.Why did he resign?What is he going to do?He wished so badly that he could have a memory so he could understand what was going through his mind when he wrote the letter.He stared at the wedding photos on the same table as the words "re-turning the page on my family life" that were almost buried under the papers. "What are you doing, Harry?" he asked himself aloud. "It's been 15 years of hard work."

"What did you say, Potter?"

Harry seemed to be in another office now, and Draco was saying something to him.But that was another "he" who looked younger.

"Are you going to fire me?"

"Yes, I do fire you." The other Harry was sure he was smiling and whispering to Draco, but his voice sounded loud and harsh, "Now I want you to pack your desk and leave today office."

Draco looked even more confused, he leaned against the door, folded his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you going to fire your husband?"

"No, I'm going to fire my secretary."

"Is this some kind of role-playing?" Draco asked softly, playfully.

"No, this is a birthday present for you," Harry's voice also dropped.Harry on the other side finally understood what was going on, and he remembered that it was Draco's birthday in [-].

"Do you need to stay at St. Mungo's for a while?" Draco looked still confused and amused.

"No," Harry replied with a hint of impatience this time, "I'm telling you that I don't need you to be my secretary anymore. Maybe you can take this box and try to open up another one." A career." He pulled a medium-sized neatly wrapped brown paper parcel from a drawer.

Draco stared at the package carefully and cautiously for a moment, then suddenly laughed and stood up from the door.He picked up the gift and opened it carefully.When he saw the contents of the box, the arc of his lips became wider.He produced two golden devices (Harry on the other side noticed they were trackers) and a stack of business cards with black and white icons.

"Thanks," Draco said softly, but he was clearly surprised, "but I don't understand."

"You deserve a job that's more appreciated and better suited to you," Harry joked, but then fell into a warm embrace.

"you do not know how much I love you."

Harry shivered as he flashed back to his current office.He was surprised by the fact that he remembered something, and maybe in a while he'd be completely fine.

Harry packed up some important-looking items in his office and threw everything else away.He carefully put a picture of him and Draco on top of the box, and put the letter of resignation inside.Standing by the closed door, he took one last look at the office.

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"I want you, right here, now." Draco pulled out his wand, making everything on the desk disappear.

"At the desk?" Harry's breathing was getting heavy, and he was going hard just thinking about it.

"Yes, Potter, right on the desk." Draco pulled Harry up from his chair and pushed him roughly onto the desk. "You better know who's boss now."

"Okay, it's you," Harry gasped.

"You'd better forget about that." Draco laughed playfully, unzipping his trousers.

(Translator's Note: This paragraph should be a memory from before. Xiaoha also remembered it, and then woke up. Covering his face, the Shimizu Party was stuck here for another half an hour...)

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Draco walked down the secret stairwell, careful not to run into any guards or traps on his way to the guardhouse.He didn't even know this place existed before, and he had been exploring the mysteries of the Ministry of Magic while working here.

He finally reached a door at the bottom of the stairs, and he raised his wand.The long corridors were dark and depressing, reminding him of Malfoy Manor during the Great War.He could see two large guards standing outside the cell, and there would be no one but Theodore inside.

"Dizzy." Draco muttered in a voice that was less than breathing, and both men fell to the ground.

Draco strode over the men lying on the ground, kicking their arms out of the way.The moment he approached the cell and he opened it, there was anger and disdain on his face.

The man in the cell looked up, and it was indeed Theodonot. "I think we have to talk briefly."

"Draco Malfoy?" Theodore stood up in confusion, but quickly understood everything and laughed, "Potter's husband."

"Who put a curse on him?" Draco said aggressively, "Who were you with?"

Theodore laughed hysterically, which reminded Draco of Aunt Bella: "Why should I tell you? What can you do? You're just a housewife now! Isn't it?"

"Don't test my stamina." Draco pointed his wand at him, taking care not to let him reach it. "You just need to answer the questions."

Theodore laughed again: "Poor little Malfoy, how hard it is, isn't it? A husband who forgot your good times."

"Tell me who you were with," Draco repeated through gritted teeth.

"Funny, isn't it? A Malfoy is begging me... have you begged Potter?"

Draco kicked the door: "I'll kill you if you don't tell me."

This made Theodore laugh even more shrillly. "You're not going to kill me. You're a coward. Everyone at school knows that. Your family name is a joke."

"Cutting out..."

"Draco!" Ron Weasley ran up behind him, an angry look on his face.

"And..." Theodore whispered to him, "there were only three people in the woods that day."

Draco stared at Theodore, who let out a wilder laugh as Ron rushed up to grab him and drag him out the door.

"Let me go, Weasley, I can walk on my own." Draco tried to break free, but Ron's grip was uncannily firm.

The author has something to say: PS Don't believe the atmosphere created by the ending!Please believe that Ron is a good baby!I can't say it anymore, and I'm going to spoil it qwq

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