[HP] Return late

Christmas came soon after Ron and Hermione's wedding.

As fluttering snowflakes cover the streets of London again, applications from families who took asylum abroad during the war began to pour in.

And meeting Pansy Parkinson again was the day before the Christmas holiday.

Before the festival, it was a very busy time, and some backlog of work had to be completed before the new year. Harry took advantage of the gap when the secretary returned the three-foot-high trade list to the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Buy a sandwich for lunch from the coffee shop on the other side of the main hall on the eighth floor.

After paying the money, he turned around and saw the black-haired witch who came in with Daphne.

Parkinson, the new head of the patriarch, who is outstanding and handsome, has a girl's outline in his memory, but he can recognize who it is at a glance.Putting aside the prejudices of her youth, Miss Parkinson is indeed a capable and assertive woman who supported a crumbling family in the most difficult times.

In fact, this is not surprising at all. The wizarding circle in the UK is so big, and it is only a matter of time before we meet.

When the Parkinson family's application to return to China was handed in two weeks ago, Harry only paused for a blink of an eye before signing it.Personal likes and dislikes can no longer be used as the standard of action. The ancient industries in the wizarding world have always been monopolized by families, and the industrial chain is intertwined. Will also be eager to ask for release.What's more, there are at least four or five pages of cooperation records in the account books sent from Narcissa every month.

But everyone knows that this kind of meeting is embarrassing like irony. At the same moment, they chased the same person. The difference is that later Parkinson chose the family and left without leaving, while Harry lost his hard-won treasure.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Minister." It wasn't even Daphne who greeted Daphne first.

"Good afternoon, Miss Parkinson." With a nod in response, Harry found a corner table and began to eliminate his long-overdue lunch.

It's just that Pansy didn't seem to think so. After Daphne left with a paper bag of takeaway food, she held the coffee and pulled away the chair opposite Harry, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Please."

In this case, there is something to be said.

Harry remembered that Pansy Parkinson was still unmarried on the application form, and suddenly felt like he was facing an enemy.

Pansy didn't look at him, but turned her head to look at the figure of Daphne hurrying through the side corridor to the elevator outside the glass window. "If it weren't for that era, maybe we would all be losers." She said lightly, "I remember that year at the Malfoy family's ball, he first chose a girl from the Greengrass family."

Suddenly losing his appetite, Harry followed Pansy's gaze as Daphne disappeared into the shadows at the end of the corridor.

He knew who Parkinson was referring to.

He had seen that girl in the memory sent by Daphne, a little princess as pure and beautiful as moonlight.

Astoria.

Looks like a match made in heaven with Draco.

It turned out that fate made a joke.But the two people who racked their brains, neither got it.

"His choice was right."

Only Astoria did.

"But I have never regretted asking Daphne to help prevent them from being together." Pansy said calmly, and she brushed her hair on her forehead with a smile.

Whoever Draco chose in the first place didn't matter now.

All is said and done.

"I've loved in the best of times, and that's the best time of my life. Life goes on." So it won't stop for love.

The Slytherins seem to all have the talent of being an opera singer. Parkinson finished speaking briskly in an aria-like tone, and raised his coffee cup to salute him.

"Life goes on." And he will pursue it all his life.

Harry raised his cold glass and repeated the sentence as if in agreement.

No one has continued on this topic.

Parkinson directed the fork and spoon to turn half a circle clockwise in the coffee cup, and drank the rest of the coffee.

"Then, I will go first and wish you a merry Christmas, Mr. Potter. And what you seek will be found."

"Thank you, and Merry Christmas to you too."

This meeting, however, was no accident.

When night fell, the ghost of Lucius descended on the tomb-like cage, as it did every time before, accompanied by the appearance of Mafdette.

"James and I will be five years old next year, and they need to start their education at Malfoy Manor."

Those rumors about Harry plotting the property of the Malfoy family were not groundless. After the war, the Malfoy Manor, which had restored the protective circle, was transferred to his name, but he left such a gorgeous and ancient manor unused. Narcissa He and his heirs sent to the small and dilapidated Puslin Manor.

"One month before their birthdays, I will open the manor." Then watching the continuation of his and Draco's life, growing up slowly, getting closer and closer to the appearance in memory.

"Cissy and I have always supported your work in the Ministry of Magic. During your tenure, Sissy will handle most of the business matters, but I also hope that you can allocate some time to take over these things. Time will not go round in circles. In the past It's the past after all."

He knew that everything they said was true, but in Harry's mind, he always told himself:

To forget the past means betrayal.

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I went to Europe in July, and I will update it soon