【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

[Lightning protection please note, your friend Mrs. Lavender ♀ is already online]

Draco Malfoy just wanted to call out that Pansy Parkinson woman at this moment and curse him a thousand and one times.Standing and talking without pain in the back and watching the excitement without being too serious. These two sentences perfectly interpreted what Pansy Parkinson had done to him an hour ago.Even if he didn't have to endure the torture of Polyjuice Potion this time, the experience of Pansy Parkinson casting countless transfiguration spells on him was not much better.

He agreed to the Savior's request to meet, but not at the Ministry of Magic, anywhere but the Ministry of Magic.

He wanted Draco Malfoy to appear in full view as Lavender, and it was a place like the Ministry of Magic where he would do some weird magic tests every now and then, and he might not be able to get out once he got in.No, absolutely not, there are no doors!

In case of revealing his identity in that kind of place, it would be the rhythm of the headlines in seconds.

Draco Malfoy was once again stuffed into a women's dress by Pansy Parkinson, a cool-colored light and casual shirt jacket with pure white trousers. After he rejected high-heeled shoes, Pansy Parkinson uninterestedly found a pair of low-heeled leather shoes from the cabinet.The blond hair was twisted into a bun at the back of the head by the other party's magic, and two strands hung loosely from the temples and curled softly.

Although Draco Malfoy meant to tie up any ponytail casually, it was obvious that Pansy Parkinson's magic was more persistent, no matter how many times he took his hair apart, the girl would wrap it back again...

"Believe me honey, you're the prettiest girl in Diagon Alley right now." Pansy Parkinson teased Draco, who looked like a girl, and Malfoy, before he left the house.

Draco Malfoy swore he saw the woman's cell phone flash.

Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth.Waiting for Parkinson, this account will be settled later.

Therefore, what Harry Potter saw was Draco Malfoy, girl, who had been shaped by Pansy Parkinson after adding all kinds of weird magic on the basis of the Transfiguration Charm.

The black-haired savior noticed her immediately when the other party appeared at the door of a very remote shop they had agreed upon. He stood up and waved to the person who came, who stood still at the door and looked at him after hesitating for a moment before looking extremely Reluctantly walked over.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Harry Potter stretched out his hand first to show friendliness, and introduced himself with a friendly smile, "Potter, Harry Potter."

The girl stood opposite him, frowning slightly, glanced frivolously at his extended hand, and smirked.Then he pulled out the chair and sat down, arrogantly glanced at the savior who raised his hands in embarrassment and didn't know what to do. He dragged his long voice happily and said, "Look at you for a long time."

"..." Harry Potter's forehead twitched, he took a deep breath, and secretly told himself that if he wanted to deal with these damned Slytherins, he must have patience and patience.

The savior also sat down, and removed the heat preservation spell attached to the black tea that had already been ordered.

"I didn't expect our Mr. Savior to be so caring." This time the other person took the initiative to speak, although the tone was still tiresome and long, "It seems that you should have dated many girls?"

"Uh... don't get me wrong." Harry Potter scratched his head, "The clerk's idea, because I don't know when you will arrive..." He smiled slightly, showing the most friendly attitude he thought he could, " It's easy, isn't it?"

Draco Malfoy never took his eyes off Harry Potter's face, whether it was the slight annoyance before or the gentleness at the moment, he could see everything in his eyes.This kind of Harry Potter was something he had never seen, or more precisely, something he had never had the chance to touch.Friendliness, geniality, revealing the exact opposite of what it was to face him—patience.

Don't be too affectionate Draco Malfoy, you're just a stranger to him now.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Harry Potter raised the topic again.

"What's your name?" The savior immediately added, "Can't we just call you Lavender?"

"Why not?" the girl asked dryly.

"After all, this time is related to your personal safety, and the Ministry of Magic also needs to use it for filing." Harry Potter waved his wand and cast a silencing spell around the two of them, and then placed the phone between the two of them, "The rest of our conversation It will be recorded, of course, if you agree."

"What if I disagree?" She deliberately raised her jaw and asked.

Harry Potter shrugged, "There is no difference. I can also extract this memory as one of the evidences. It is just a new mode of evidence collection for more objective analysis and reference." The savior smiled and continued to explain, "After all, hemp Not everyone in the Ministry of Magic can accept these new things now."

... Then you still ask a ball. Draco Malfoy curled his lips, "Please."

Harry Potter tapped the phone with his wand, and as the screen of the phone lit up, a transparent glass sphere gradually emerged from the inside of the screen and rose slowly.

"What is this?" Draco Malfoy asked, staring at the thing.

"Oh, the camera." Harry Potter replied.

"What?" Draco Malfoy looked bewildered.

Harry Potter picked up the phone and pointed to the lens on the back of the fuselage, "This is it."

"I know what a camera Potter is." Draco Malfoy frowned. "What, are you going to tell me you took the camera off your phone?"

"Almost." Harry Potter nodded, "It's just that this thing can faithfully record all the environmental sounds around the user." Seeing that the person opposite him was still puzzled, he continued, "God's perspective. That's——"

"It's to record anything with a third party without restriction." Draco Malfoy took up the conversation, "I know that."

"That's right." Harry Potter agreed, "It's the most commonly used narrative method for you authors, right?"

Draco Malfoy clicked his tongue angrily, "Since you have such a useful thing, why don't you just popularize the application, so as to save yourself from asking grandpa to tell grandma to find some witnesses to retrieve the memory of the crime."

Harry Potter looked at the slowly rotating sphere that stopped at a certain height, "It's very simple, but the cost is too high."

"The Ministry of Magic is so poor?" Draco Malfoy sneered contemptuously.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Harry Potter chose to ignore the other party's rudeness, put away his previous relaxed state, adjusted his demeanor, and said in a serious tone, "Now, can you tell me what your real name is?"

Draco Malfoy was silent for a while, and finally bit the bullet and forced out a name.

"Cecilia." He continued to babble calmly under Harry Potter's waiting gaze, "Cecilia...Parkinson."

"Parkinson?" Harry Potter never remembered that the Parkinson family had a young daughter, "Pansy Parkinson is yours...?"

"Cousin." Draco Malfoy answered fluently.

The savior nodded in response, and continued: "Then why did the cake that was supposed to be sent to you end up in Pansy's hands?"

"Probably because I transferred my forum account to her."

"reason?"

"give up."

"Really?" Harry Potter asked back, "But as far as I know, you also canceled your Weibo."

"..." Draco Malfoy was taken aback, his face was deliberately gloomy, "I thought the prerequisite for me to be able to sit here was that the Ministry of Magic would not secretly investigate anything about me."

Harry Potter waved his hand, "Of course, there's no need to check."

"What do you mean?" Draco Malfoy asked cautiously, sitting up straight and half-closed his eyes.

"I think you should know...well...the wand is too thin." Harry Potter was a little embarrassed when talking about his shameful ID.

"Oh." Draco Malfoy leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and raised his eyebrows. "Did she tell you?"

"That's right. By the way, the last time you messed around in the Ministry of Magic was actually recorded by this thing." Harry Potter pointed to the glass ball in the air and said.

grass. Draco Malfoy cursed secretly.

"So, Miss Parkinson, or rather, do you mind if I call you Cecilia?" Harry Potter asked, enjoying the different expression on the girl's face.

Draco Malfoy spread his hands, "Up to you." They were all pseudonyms anyway.

"So the reason you really logged out was because you didn't want the Ministry of Magic to find you?" Harry Potter continued the topic.

No, not just the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy thought to himself, staring into Harry Potter's eyes, those green eyes filled with curiosity through the old-fashioned style that had never changed, "Yes," he said.

"why?"

"No why."

"But if you just don't want to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic, you just need to refuse. There's no need to delete the account, is there?" Harry Potter went straight to the point, and this question had troubled him for a long time.

"…" Draco Malfoy pursed his lips tightly and clenched his hands into fists.

"That's just a non-mandatory invitation, isn't your reaction a bit extreme?" The savior stared intently at the girl opposite.

Facing Harry Potter's fiery gaze, Draco Malfoy let go of his fists and subconsciously clenched his trousers.His mind was blank now, and he didn't know how to answer at all.be honest?What a joke.

"If you have something to hide—"

"I am willing." Draco Malfoy forcibly interrupted Harry Potter's continuous questioning, and said coldly, "My own account, what should I do with it? Do I still need to apply to the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry Potter looked into the gray eyes of the girl sitting across from him. There is no doubt that she must be hiding something. Although the fan author in front of him looked extremely calm and composed, ever since he began to ask why the other party's account was canceled A steady stream of uneasiness and anxiety is particularly obvious.

Whether it's her pursed lips, her increasingly sinister tone, or her tense body and unnatural small movements of her arms, there is no doubt that it no longer proves that the other party is not telling the truth.

Draco Malfoy was the first to look away, took a deep breath, and changed the subject, "Why would this murderer come to me, that's your job, Mr. Potter." He smirked, and focused his gaze on the opposite teacup, "As for other matters, I have nothing to say."

"Are you sure you haven't offended anyone other than your wand being too thin?" Harry Potter asked.

"God knows." Draco Malfoy said indifferently, "That's the online world, Mr. Potter." He suddenly remembered the group of trolls who had brainlessly attacked the Savior's incompetence on Harry Potter's Weibo before, "Who knows what I said to poke them Sensitive point, broke the heart? Merlin knows whether the idiot opposite is a human or a dog."

"But you don't often post on social platforms, do you?"

"Yes, so I don't know even more."

With a tough attitude, it seems that there is nothing to ask. Harry Potter heaved a sigh of relief.

"If there are no other questions, can I leave?" Draco Malfoy looked back at Harry Potter after adjusting his demeanor.

"Not at the moment, thank you Cecilia."

Harry Potter stood up and stretched out his hand again, but the girl across from him stood up and shook it this time very politely, alright, though, she was extraordinarily arrogant and perfunctory.

Draco Malfoy walked out of the storefront door, turned two more corners and called Pansy Parkinson after making sure that no one was following him around.

"Wow! How fast!" Pansy Parkinson's brisk and surprised voice came from the opposite side, "It seems to be going well?"

"Successful ghost." Draco Malfoy cursed, the moment he stepped out of the store, he hated himself for not being able to make up a legitimate reason to delete his account in front of Harry Potter, even if he made up his pseudonym so neatly, "I Have you changed your account password?"

"No." Pansy Parkinson replied, "Huh? Wait, Draco, didn't the savior talk to you? Healed your anxiety? Why don't you try chasing him with this identity."

"... Fuck, go dreaming."

He hung up the phone amidst Pansy Parkinson's malicious smirk, and then re-downloaded and installed the Hogwarts underground fandom forum app, logged in to his account, and clicked on the private chat interface.

***

Watching Lavender leave the shop, Harry Potter removed the Silencing Charm and the camera, sat down again, and took a shallow sip from his teacup.

Lavender is very strange, although the girl has maintained an arrogant and unruly state since entering the door, but he can see that the other party is very nervous from the beginning to the end, and if it is exaggerated when she leaves in the end, she can even be said to have fled.

Harry Potter didn't think he asked any particularly sharp questions, and he firmly believed that his tone was extremely calm. Although he really hated the other party's hypocrisy, the girl's nervous eyes always made him feel familiar.

Presumably they all have similar defensive status as Slytherins? Harry Potter thought, but anyway, she was silent twice in the middle, maybe because he was Harry Potter?The real master of her writing?

But then again, although Lavender was on guard, she did not show the timidity or joy of fans seeing the real master. Even if they are black fans, many fans show a completely different state when they see him in person. It's different, but Lavender is not even the slightest bit unfamiliar.

It's like... like they've known each other for a long time.

Harry Potter was taken aback by his sudden thought. It is understandable to say that he is familiar with the other party. After all, his wand is too thin. Even if he removes his identity and visits as an Auror, he can still feel it. The overlap between the other party and the image on the Internet, but that girl...

Harry Potter stared at Lavender's untouched black tea, the girl didn't put her hands on the table the whole time, and naturally she didn't touch the cup of tea either.

Harry Potter had a headache. He rubbed his temples, suddenly wondering whether he had put too much energy into this familiar victim, and whether it would be more convenient for him to meet her with his wand too thin.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Harry Potter glanced at it, it was from the Hogwarts underground fan forum.

[Looking at the stars in the lavender field: [FUCK.jpg]]

Harry Potter looked dazed, what the hell.The style of this emoticon package doesn't look like it's been hacked.

[The wand is too thin: ? ? ? ]

[Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Are you free? Let's meet. ]

Um--? Harry Potter's eyes lit up, and he replied quickly.

[The wand is too thin: address. ]