[Main HP] Detective Malfoy's Auror Promotion

Draco had just sent Harry off and made an appointment with him to meet Luna; as soon as he closed the door, he received a call from Blaise.

"Is it convenient for you to answer the phone now?" Blaise said on the phone.

Draco heard the sound of the elevator, guessed that Harry should have gone downstairs, and put an anti-tap charm on the door, "Convenient," he replied.

"The seven names you gave me before, I have inquired among the Slytherins who are still in contact. Indeed, no one has been able to contact them in recent years..." Blaise said seriously, "Worse Yes, there are actually nine lost Slytherins."

"Nine?" Draco repeated?

"Yeah, the one that evaporated completely. I even hired a couple of Muggle detectives, and no one ever found them again."

Draco sighed, and ran his fingers through the hair on his forehead, "...Okay, send me their names by encrypted email."

"Another thing," Braston paused, "about the female star who is having an affair with Porter? It belongs to my agency. She is well-known in the industry as Lace, but she hasn't made it public."

"...so you don't have to..."

Draco thought for a while, "A lace, raped by Scrimgeour? Then she must be in pain."

"Wow—so calm, so understanding?" Blaise laughed over the phone. "Are you still that little dragon?"

"Shut up," Draco shook his head helplessly, "We are all in our 40s, and we have experienced enough things. There are many things in life that are not as good as we want, so there is no need to curse all the time."

"...If I didn't know you well enough, I would have thought you were religious."

Draco could almost imagine Blaise blinking.

"To shut up!"

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I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Even after having two sons, in Draco's eyes, Luna Lovegood is still like the "erratic" little girl on campus -- "erratic" is the word Draco twisted. He tried his best to find a neutral word, but he couldn't continue to use "crazy girl".

This is not a bad thing, at least it shows that Luna's life has always been easy-only an easy life can keep people's innocence, Draco thought so, at least the Slytherins of his generation he knew, no one still To be able to show such innocent eyes.

He and Harry Apparated to the edge of an Irish wood, where Luna was waiting for them, as agreed.She jumped and hugged Harry; even, after letting go of Harry, she hugged Draco, and naturally, it was Draco himself who restrained him.

Draco would never guess what the crazy girl was thinking, like, this innocent hug ten years later.

Well, at least she no longer wears carrot earrings and wine cork necklace.

"I just found the offspring of Frankenstein——Patrick Frankenstein, my dad once reported his dad," Luna jumped, and began to lead the team deep into the woods, "His dad used to He talked about it eloquently, his ancestors risked being regarded as a heretic, and dissected a corpse..."

"Wizards who dissect corpses? It's a surprise, I admit, but it's our case…" Harry interrupted.

"That corpse was kissed by a dementor... In other words, it is a corpse that lost its soul." Luna still spoke slowly,

"You'll find out in a minute with Patrick, Harry."

Harry and Draco looked at each other, Draco shrugged and followed Luna.

Patrick Frankenstein lives in a self-built stone cottage deep in the Irish woods, with no people for miles around.

As soon as they approached the small stone house, Patrick jumped out, wand raised, about thirty years old, with small roll eyes.

"It's still me, Luna, I brought two friends." Luna waved friendlyly.

The decoration in the small stone house gave Draco the illusion of going back 50 years ago.Without chatting with Patrick, he confirmed his guess—this guy has persecution paranoia, thinking that whether it is the modern wizarding world or the Muggle world, he will kill him.

At the same time, I am very proud of my surname.

At first, Harry dominated the conversation, but Patrick faltered and had that look in his eyes that Draco knew so well.

Draco patted Harry, "I'll do it."

He leaned over to Patrick, took out ten gold Galleons, and put them in the palm of little Frankenstein.

"You still know the rules. No matter how far I hide and how much food I grow, I will still need these...external things," Patrick counted contentedly, "Our family has lived in seclusion for many generations. It turns out that our family's The choice is correct, wizards are always good at killing their own people - Grinwald, and then that guy named Voldemort."

"Come on, are you interested in the dissected corpses of my ancestors?" Patrick waved to Harry and Draco, and dug out a tattered notebook from a box.

"It's just that Luna said it would help us..." Harry was still confused.

Patrick blew the old dust off his notebook, turned to a drawing of a figure, and pointed it out to Harry and Draco.

"The dead body of the dementor's kiss has never been studied, because we wizards don't dissect like Muggles. They think it is disrespectful to the sacred body of wizards. But my ancestors didn't think so."

"My ancestors only dug up one corpse, and were driven out of the village by the wizards living nearby. Only this hand-drawn record remained."

"You can see that there are seven holes in the bones, all over the body," Patrick talked about the predecessors' research, very excited, "the forehead, the palms, the soles of the feet, the center of the chest, and—the top of the head, such precious information, but Because of the ignorance of the wizards, they can't continue to study..."

Both Harry and Draco were staring at the picture, thinking of the seven holes in the top of the case they were working on...

Could it be that this magic has something to do with the dementors? !

It's just that it's just hand-painted, and its reliability is questionable... Besides, the members of the Frankenstein family seem to be talking about it.

"Do you remember the legendary weight of the soul, 21 grams?" Patrick showed a frantic look, "21 is a multiple of 7, don't you think it's a coincidence?"

Draco looked at Harry, who shook his head slightly at him.

Draco closed the notebook, thanked Patrick for his cooperation, and took Luna away from the stone hut without hesitation.

"Won't it help, Harry?" Luna asked, stepping on the wet dirt.

"...I can't see it right now." Harry shook his head.

"We have to agree when, Harry." Draco stood still and said to Harry's back.

Harry frowned, turning to look at him.

"This is a research direction. I don't understand why you keep silent about such an obvious fact."

Harry stuffed his hands into the pockets of the Auror uniform, looked at the sky beyond the woods in the distance, "It's not very manoeuvrable, Draco."

"It's because the corpses can't be dug up, right? No family will agree to dig up the corpses of those wizards who also lost their souls because of the dementor's kiss." Draco said softly, "I know there is a corpse that you can study ,new……"

"Stop talking, Draco." Harry cut him off with a hand.

Luna looked between the two curiously, not understanding the hidden subtext in their words.

"...my father, Harry." Draco swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, and said calmly: "You can dig up his body, you have the permission of the sole heir of the Malfoy family."

Harry rubbed his forehead, "I won't let anyone dig up your father's body! No one would ask you to do that, Malfoy!"

"Your father was - regardless of what he did in life - and his choices in war, he was after all a pure blood of a great family, and he had a dignity and a reputation to maintain after death! And the wizarding world would respect that peace after death."

Draco narrowed his eyes, and also looked in the direction Harry had just looked at, the sunlight outside the woods was just right... everything was peaceful and fresh.

How nice it would be if the world was always this simple.

"I studied Muggle medicine and chemistry," he pursed his lips, and said calmly, "After death, people are just fertilizer for the land. We wizards have too old-fashioned concepts. Besides, Harry, my father's soul has long since become Food for the dementors."

"The surname Malfoy has long lost its reputation." Draco smiled wryly, "I believe mother will also hope that we can do our due duty for those dead Slytherins. It's just a corpse, Harry, You have also seen Dr. Brennan's research methods, with bones, we may have unexpected breakthroughs."

"But there is also the possibility that nothing will be gained, and we will dig up your father's coffin for nothing, Draco, you have always been a good son, I will not agree." Harry resolutely rejected the proposal.

Draco quietly looked at the black-haired Auror Chief in the shade of the tree. Years had engraved elegant and charming lines on his face, and now Harry was determined and resolute.

Draco puffed out his chest and smiled confidently.

"Don't forget, Harry, this current case is actually in my hands - it's a case in cooperation with the Muggle police, remember, and I'm the head of the Muggle Criminal Investigation Communications Section."

He walked up to Harry, "I can bypass you and ask your immediate boss, the Director of Legal Enforcement, Granger, to approve it. And she will definitely agree."

The author has something to say: *All the settings about souls, dementors, and Frankenstein are nonsense written by garbage authors.