Reversal Incidents Team

Saturday 2003 November 11, Kent Quidditch Club.

Malfoy looked at Hermione who was rushing ahead angrily, and chased after him helplessly.As soon as he reached her little finger, the surrounding air was suddenly squeezed violently, and when Malfoy fell to the ground again, Hermione had already turned into the lobby of the apartment building.

He kept chasing her, and the two entered the apartment one after the other.

When Malfoy was about to change into his comfortable house shoes, Hermione turned suddenly, looked at him angrily and said. "I want you out of my apartment!"

Malfoy had no choice but to close the door of the shoe cabinet and stand up straight before speaking softly. "May I know why you're being so rude to me?"

The two of them stood almost side by side in the small space of the hallway, and Malfoy could feel his clothes clinging to his skin from the sweat from the fierce Quidditch match, soaking in the cold of.

"Let me quote you, Mr Porter has almost no merits other than catching the Snitch, look at his terrible job in the Enforcement Division, I wouldn't have missed this if it wasn't for helping my girlfriend Chances for a good show." Hermione imitated Malfoy's emphasis, akimbo like a proud princess. "I can't believe that it took half a year for those idiots in the Legal Enforcement Department to fail to pass the majority vote of the Wizengamot. If any of us were replaced, I'm afraid we would have finished this job already, and maybe we could still make a profit. Deputy Director, do it. As I said before, the Weasleys are more than capable of dealing with Muggles or doing dirty magic tricks, but the Ministry of Magic should not trust redheads to do the big thing of revising the wizarding law good it."

Malfoy was a little embarrassed to be heard by Hermione talking about her friends behind his back, but when he thought about why he did it, the words that were meant to be persuasive turned into words when they came to his lips. "I don't think you can find anything wrong with my comment."

Hermione seemed to be stymied as she tore off the yellow coat that was draped over her shoulders and threw it into Malfoy's arms.She sat down on the brown sofa in the living room.

Malfoy hung up their coats and went into the kitchen to pour two more glasses of water.Then he sat on the sofa, beside Hermione.

Hermione took the water glass and held it in her hand. "I don't like the way you comment on Harry, and Mr. Weasley. They may not have much talent for legal work, but you can't mock a person's efforts behind his back."

"I'm just telling the truth," Malfoy said stiffly. "I have seen your previous meeting minutes. Before Potter came to the Law Enforcement Department to communicate, you were almost responsible for organizing the revision of the Wizarding Law alone. Old Weasley relied on you. As for the others, you are not here No progress for a month, and they're pushing you to do more work because of our relationship."

"They've worked really hard too, it's just..." Hermione argued.

Malfoy smiled sarcastically, "It's just that hard work has no effect. The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of inefficient moths who exclude capable young wizards and slander reputable pure-blood families. Such people are not worthy of your speaking for them."

Hermione seemed to be out of breath. She stood up, looked at Malfoy, turned to leave, walked outside the bedroom door, turned and walked back.She looked down at Malfoy and said. "You have always been like this. When you were in school, you always mocked Neville, bullied young wizards, and were complacent about your family background and talents. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to have changed at all."

"Of course I haven't changed!" Malfoy didn't expect Hermione to bring up Hogwarts. It was a topic they rarely talked about, and those days of hostility were not pleasant memories.He stood up too, and this time he was looking down at Hermione's stubborn head.He heard himself say it coldly. "But you still fall in love with me like this."

"Yes!" said Hermione loudly. "You're an asshole! I don't want to see you right now!"

"Then I assume you don't need my continued assistance in your work." Malfoy blurted out, "I don't know if the people of the Wizengamot will treat you this time because of the great savior Potter's revision of the wizarding law." Be open."

"I don't need your help." Hermione seemed to be furious, but she calmed down instead. "Please leave now."

"As you wish." Malfoy took one last deep look at her, went to the door, changed his shoes and went out with his coat.

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Back at the Quidditch Club in Kent, Malfoy ordered a glass of Flame Whiskey at the bar and drank it alone.His mind is full now, why Hermione is not grateful for everything he has done for her. In the past, he met, chatted and ate with people from the Ministry of Magic, all in order to make her work smoother.Hermione didn't know that the Ministry of Magic was not a place like Hogwarts. It was not enough for a wizard to have ability. Every version of the law she revised was impeccable, but she was still rejected by the majority of the Wizengamot time and time again.

Malfoy saw the empty glass and waved to the bartender, and the glass in front of him was filled again.

terrence and his uncle

"Draco."

"Mr. Higgs, Terrence, let me buy you two glasses of whiskey." Although Malfoy was in a bad mood now, he still maintained impeccable etiquette in front of Terrence and Mr. Higgs.

Mr. Higgs looks like a rich middle-aged man. His sweatshirt is tightly wrapped around his protruding belly, and the sweat on his shiny forehead flows back into his black hair under the lamplight.With a knowing smile, he patted Malfoy on the shoulder and said. "Where's Miss Granger? I'd love to talk to her about the Wizengamot's new wizarding law next week."

"Hermione suddenly remembered that there was some unfinished work, so she left in a hurry. Terrence knew that she had always been so serious." Malfoy smiled and clinked glasses with Mr. Higgs.

"I heard that you have been working on this matter for several days. Miss Granger is really lucky." Mr. Higgs didn't seem to care. "Terrence conveyed your message to me, Draco, and I'd love to help you and Miss Granger with this. It's time for a new wizarding law. The Minister has been worrying about this all day long, and the Wizengamot gang Serious wizards have really caused everyone a lot of trouble."

If he and Hermione didn't quarrel tonight, Malfoy would definitely make Higgs promise, but now he wants to see if Hermione's fourth draft can pass without him lobbying these old and cunning politicians behind the scenes . "Mr. Higgs, it's a rare weekend, let's relax and have plenty of time to talk about work."

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November 11, 26:9AM, Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Division.

Both Hermione and Harry looked grave when they emerged from Mr. Weasley's office.Mr. Weasley just told them that according to their investigation, the number of Wizengamot wizards who will support the passage of the new wizarding law this time still has not reached the required number. The result of the vote count is still not what everyone hoped for.

Harry adjusted his glasses and paced back and forth in Hermione's office. "Hermione, what should we do?"

"I don't know." Hermione was discouraged. She had already made the biggest concession in this revision. If it still fails, then the Minister will suffer the biggest failure in reforming the old tradition of respecting pure blood in the wizarding world.

Harry stopped suddenly and said. "Where's Malfoy? Hasn't he been helping you lobby those wizards from pure-blood families?"

"We haven't seen each other this week," said Hermione through gritted teeth. "We had a nasty conversation that night after you and Ginny left during the Quidditch match."

"Oh..." Harry also thought about the unpleasant experience of that night, and he stroked his hair, which would become a mess when he was nervous, and said. "Maybe I can find a way in the Auror office."

After Harry left the office, Hermione hesitated and wrote a note to Malfoy.

"I'm so sorry for being so outspoken that night, but if you want, we'll meet downstairs at the flat at a quarter past nine, and we'll Apparate to the cinema to see a movie together. Love you, Hermione."

Hermione felt very uncomfortable bowing her head to Malfoy, but she couldn't help but put a smile on her face at the thought of seeing the wizard with platinum blonde hair.

Poor Hermione didn't know that her Slytherin boyfriend would not accept her "apology" so easily.