【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

"are you going."

This was the Nth time that Pansy Parkinson pointed his wand at Draco Malfoy's favorite teddy bear with round glasses and glared and threatened him.

"Don't go."

This was the nth time that Draco Malfoy firmly rejected the black-haired girl's nonsensical invitation and gave her a disarming spell.

Pansy Parkinson grabbed the teddy bear in a fit of anger and held it viciously in his arms, tightly tightening the connection between the round head and the body, which can be called the neck for the time being, Draco Malfoy pretended to be fearless, let you go But he glanced at the poor little bear from the corner of his eye. He swore that the bear would definitely be strangled to death by the girl now. Fortunately, it was just a Muggle doll, and his heart ached.

"Come on Draco, it's boring to go by myself!" Pansy Parkinson exaggerated her sincere helplessness and the sadness of having no one to go out with her with a bitter face, trying to get her friend's sympathy.

Draco Malfoy ignored the other party's pretending to be pitiful and flipped through the brick-thick fanbook in his hand. It was a cozine that the Hogwarts underground fandom forum had been planning for a while ago, and it was Pansy's attempt to make a draft about a wand that was too thin. In the end, it was the one that didn't make an appointment.Naturally, he doesn't have much interest in this kind of thing, but Pansy Parkinson has never given up the idea of ​​asking him for a personal blog, and this is the reason why he brought it to him as soon as possible this time.

And let him listen to the stupid topic of the girl repeatedly planning to let him accompany her to some fan fairs over and over again, it is better to look through what is written in this book.

Pansy Parkinson saw that Draco Malfoy didn't intend to talk to her at all, but turned to the fanfic that the other party had been neglecting all the time, knowingly asked with concern: "Interested?"

"No," Draco Malfoy continued to stare at the catalog without raising his eyes, and after reading two lines, he asked back with some confusion: "Is this... a multi-CP co-journal?"

"Yes, after all, the commemorative books published in the name of the forum cannot be dominated by one family." Pansy Parkinson explained.

"The binding and typesetting are okay," Draco Malfoy casually flipped through a few pages and glanced at the text and style. Well, except for the strange pairing of the article he saw, the visual comfort is still acceptable, and the page header is small. The elegant hemming pattern also has a special charm, he finally raised his head to look directly at the girl, and then said, "You did it?"

"Obviously," Pansy Parkinson replied with a proud smile, "I have to let you see the finished product, you mean ma'am?"

"Oh, that's a pity," Draco Malfoy glanced at Pansy and raised his eyebrows, "That's not what you need to convince me of Pansy." Although it did look good.

"Okay, but I'm not in a hurry, maybe some of your readers will want to see the physical book one day, right?" Pansy looked like she really didn't care if Draco Malfoy wanted her to do a personal journal, but Chatting about this topic one after another, the little bear that was still in her arms was finally forgiven and was placed on the desk again by the girl. The girl stood up slightly and leaned forward to take back her own wand.

Pansy Parkinson leaned back in the fairly spacious one-seater sofa in the Malfoy Manor study, watching the blond man who was still flipping through doujinshi, pouted his lips in boredom and said again: "Merry Thought's out-of-print bear," Pansy paused intentionally, She bet Draco Malfoy hesitated when he heard the words out of print bear!The girl secretly laughed at the guy who was inexplicably obsessed with this kind of doll and continued: "Will you accompany me to the fan show, or not?"

Draco Malfoy closed the fanzine and narrowed his eyes, "Which one."

"Cheeky white Easter edition, if you accompany me, it's yours." The girl smiled slyly.

Draco Malfoy stared at Pansy in silence for a long while, as if he was considering the feasibility and risk value of this transaction, and after a while he frowned and rejected the other party again, "No, I won't go." But this time the tone sounded out of place Not as determined as before.

"Why!" Pansy shouted dissatisfied, "Give me a reason!"

"If that thing under your scalp can still be called a brain, I don't think it needs a reason," Draco Malfoy rolled her eyes. "How do I get there? Why do I know about this exhibition? If I show up in that kind of place you think the first What will be the headlines for the next day? And what will appear on the forums and Weibo?" He imitated the tone of those little girls who waited for real people like them to distribute sweets every day, and said in a strange tone: "Merlin !Look! Who is that! Oh my god! Malfoy! It's actually Malfoy! Ahhhhh so my cute CP might be real?! It's Reaaaaaaaal?!" Draco Malfoy made a retching motion after speaking, Seriously, he nearly vomited himself.

However, the short-haired girl leaning on the sofa smiled disapprovingly, "If you're worried about this, there's no need Draco," Pansy blinked as if she was prepared, "Polyjuice Potion, Transfiguration, or the big deal— —" The girl looked back and forth at Draco Malfoy's face and figure with great interest and playfulness, "I will lend you my clothes, wig, and some makeup, what do you think?" She saw the blond young man's complexion becoming more and more ugly But he added fuel to the flames with a wicked sense of humor, "What's the idea? I remember someone pretending to be a girl on the forum? Mrs. Lavender?"

"I've never admitted that I'm a girl," Draco Malfoy retorted, gritted his teeth sullenly, "you're willing to speculate about the author's gender identity, and I'm going to be blamed for that?"

"My dear Draco, who the hell is going to secretly go and write about himself and the savior's fanfic?" Pansy's eyes wandered to the computer that was kept turned on on Draco Malfoy's desk, "and make fun of it every day?"

Draco Malfoy finally moved the corner of his mouth stiffly and rejected Pansy again, "Dismiss your stupid idea, it's impossible." At the same time, he pushed the doujinshi aside, and touched the mouse with his right hand.

"Hey...the bear I managed to get." Pansy lamented, and deliberately raised the volume to prolong the tune, "MerryThought's out-of-print bear—the Easter limited edition—can't be bought in the market—— What a pity—"

The blond young man was distracted by the girl's deliberate teasing and lure, and the idea of ​​writing something disappeared. He clicked the mouse casually and pursed his lips in annoyance.

"Oh, by the way." Pansy seemed to think of something, tilted her head again and curled the corners of her mouth maliciously, "I heard yesterday that someone pawned a very interesting thing in the Bojinbok store, a time-turner, You know?" She noticed another pause in the hand sliding the mouse, "So how about my dear techie? If you want—"

"You're welcome, I can collect it myself." Draco Malfoy quickly interrupted her intentions.

"Ah, I'm so sorry," Pansy moved her fingers, turning the screen of the phone to Draco Malfoy, "it's already mine."

"...What exactly do you want?" Draco Malfoy was clearly on the verge of ordering his eviction.

"Accompany me to the exhibition," Pansy spread her hands with an innocent look on her face, "It's as simple as that."

This woman just wants to do something! Draco Malfoy cursed inwardly.

The blond young man leaned back in the chair and stared coldly at the cunning girl who was holding a double temptation in her hand and was sure that he would definitely be swayed. She gritted her teeth and rubbed her forehead. After a long silence, she finally let go, "I'll think about it."

"Of course, don't worry." Pansy stood up happily with a look of successful tricks, and straightened her hair. "Oh, by the way, don't you really want to know who the wand is too thin?" The girl approached the desk and clapped her fingers. On the edge of the computer screen, "This is a good opportunity."

"Not everyone is as obsessed with this kind of weird gathering Parkinson as you are," Draco Malfoy said with disdain, raising his chin, "not to mention how she would go to that kind of place if she wanted to hide her identity."

"Not necessarily." Pansy Parkinson rubbed the bear's head twice again, "How do you know if you don't try?"

"It's going to be bald by you sooner or later." Draco Malfoy couldn't help but muttered about Pansy's habitual action.

Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes when she heard this and murmured, "It's like its owner?" Before the person in front of her was about to swear, she hurriedly said, "I'm leaving, waiting for your good news."

The girl disappeared at the door of Malfoy Manor's study with light and joyful steps, leaving Draco Malfoy alone behind the desk, pondering over the conditions that the girl had offered.

The offer from Pansy Parkinson is indeed very tempting. The Time Converter, there was one in the collection of Malfoy Manor, but it was lost after the war. Get something back.Whether it is a hobby or a search for lost old objects, he is always looking for it.

Plus that MerryThought out of print bear...out of print...

He pondered for a while about the last advice Pansy left him and logged into the forum.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Have you heard of the exhibition on the forum?

He hesitated at the private chat interface between himself and the fan artist, and this short sentence was also fixed in the output text box and not sent out. Staring at the computer screen, Draco Malfoy suddenly realized that he was a little too curious. Even if the wand is too thin, it is very coincidental to draw his current hairstyle, and it is very coincidental to use the same color as the clothes he went out that day, but this does not mean that What.

Draco Malfoy deleted all the words in the input box, closed the chat window, and switched back to the document he hadn't finished writing.

A few lines of characters popped out of the white page, but it was not pleasing to the eye no matter how he read it, and his attention was not on those words at all.

Tsk, damn curiosity.

Draco Malfoy habitually pressed save, and opened the interface of the forum under Hogwarts again. This time, he didn't hesitate any longer and directly opened the private chat window where the wand was too thin, and casually typed a line, and sent.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Are you going to the end of the month forum exhibition?

Tbc