【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

[[Gossip] A well-known wizard who lives alone buys new women's clothing. Is it the sour smell of love or there is another mystery]

soooo boring.

Draco Malfoy blankly brushed through this inexplicable gossip news that popped up on Weibo, and he didn't have time today to respond to these gossips that were deliberately eye-catching and had no truth at all.

Before going to bed last night, he received a message from Harry Potter. To put it simply, he needed to go to the Ministry of Magic again today, probably because of this clueless case in front of him.

Pansy Parkinson had been content with the gossip at dinner yesterday, and hadn't harassed him at Malfoy Manor this morning. Draco Malfoy left a message on WLM for Pansy Parkinson to tell her whereabouts, so that the girl can't find anyone else to make up some non-existent bloody drama.

When Draco Malfoy stepped out of the Ministry of Magic elevator, the former Potions Analyst directly under the Ministry of Magic was already waiting for him.

Terence, the potions analyst, greeted Draco Malfoy after confirming that it was indeed Draco Malfoy himself, and after briefly explaining the purpose of his visit, he led the latter towards the conference room.

The famous trio was already waiting in the meeting room, and Hermione Granger motioned for them to sit in the only vacant chair, and it seemed that everyone was already there.

Hermione Granger closed the notebook in front of her and stood up, placed Harry Potter's notebook computer in the center of the round table, lightly tapped the wand, and the computer screen lit up, and the bright white rectangle gradually broke away from the notebook screen, and then rose slowly. The angle is automatically adjusted to be perpendicular to the desktop.She stretched out her hand to zoom in on the small square floating in the air, and the small white square that was only a dozen inches wide instantly enlarged to a transparent projection screen with the diameter of the round table as its long side, and then raised her hand to shrink the screen slightly some.

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows in a little surprise, dare these cutting-edge new gadgets have been taken to work by the Ministry of Magic?Air projection can also be scaled freely.Should he go back and push the potions master who is still in office to play a game too?

"Hey Malfoy, don't be so surprised." Ron Weasley sat opposite Draco Malfoy and showed off triumphantly, "The new thing is very convenient, it's the first time I see you, you can't play it, it's amazing!" The tone was as if this thing was him It's as if I fiddled with it myself.

Draco Malfoy gave him a sideways look and smacked his lips.

"Childish." Hermione Granger complained, then sat down and motioned to Harry Potter who was standing in the front, "Let's go, Harry."

"it is good."

Harry Potter woke up the computer desktop, and the screen floating in the air showed the corresponding content.

"It seems that you really like Hogwarts, Potter." Draco Malfoy looked at Harry Potter's screen background image, a photo of the main body of Hogwarts castle, whistled provocatively, and said meaningfully, "Take Hogg Woz night scene as the background, do you still think you are 11 years old?"

The savior didn't pay any attention to his obviously deliberately finding fault, but Ron Weasley said angrily first: "That's not a picture of Malfoy, it was drawn by Harry himself." The show-off came straight to Draco Malfoy through the screen, with a Naked "How about it! My buddy is awesome! Spicy chicken ferret!" Appearance.

Harry Potter trembled when he heard the words, and Merlin spared his life. He shouldn't have confessed to Ron Weasleay that he had such additional skill attributes.

"Shut up Ronald." Hermione Granger couldn't stand it anymore.

Ron Weasley pouted, muttering innocently that what I said was true.

Harry Potter glanced at Hermione Granger gratefully and opened the presentation file.

"It's the fifth one so far." Harry Potter presented all the victim's information on the screen, "The first three and the fifth are all writers who are active on Internet forums, and the fourth is based on witnesses. Testimony, we now suspect the Imperius Curse."

Draco Malfoy frowned and looked at the photo of Lavender and the name of the ghost he made up at the bottom, and the photos of other people seemed to be ID photos copied from the file certification, except for the last victim. .

"If it is the Imperius Curse, there is a certain probability that the caster will appear nearby." The potions analyst said, "Mr. Malfoy and I have also discussed it before. The explosive device must have been installed that day, and it is so delicate. Matching the dosage and triggering method, we don’t think the murderer will rest assured to let a girl under the Imperius Curse complete it. It also means that the murderer is likely to be mixed in that forum activity.”

Harry Potter's gaze rested on Draco Malfoy, who nodded.

"Okay." The savior waved his wand and connected a line between Lavender and the victim of the fourth case, "This last person is not only an Internet author, but also the only witness of the fourth case. Then if the murderer Being at the scene of the fourth crime, we have reason to suspect that his motive for the fifth crime was revenge, or in other words, to threaten the victim to shut her up."

"If this is the case, we can go to her to ask for the memory of that period." Ron Weasley suggested, "We can get too few clues based on the words alone."

"Ron, have you forgotten that this girl is very resistant to contacting Aurors." Hermione Granger reminded him with a frown, "Just look at the confession record screen that day."

"Oh, well, but didn't she agree to meet with Harry yesterday?" Ron Weasley wondered, "I think since the other party offered to meet, it means that she is not totally against cooperating with us."

"I'll try it, if it works," Harry Potter continued, "She's very wary of us, just trusting...you know." He cast a "you know" look at Ron and Hermione, "And to contact her, you have to go through Pansy Parkinson. It's more troublesome."

"Can't the system find the girl's contact information?" Terence asked.

Draco Malfoy, who had been silently listening to the group discussing his false identity, tensed for a moment.

"Yes. But I promised her that she would not use the Ministry of Magic's database to check her personal information." Harry Potter explained.

Heh, you still have the contract spirit Potter. Draco Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

"You still care so much at this time? If it's really a threat or revenge, maybe the murderer is already on his way to her house." Ron Weasley was dissatisfied.

"Impossible," Draco Malfoy said suddenly.

The remaining four people in the room looked at him in unison.

Oh shit. Draco Malfoy bit his tongue secretly, his mouth groaning.

He cleared his throat, looking for various plausible explanations for his rapid eloquence and brain, "Pansy told me about this, the cake was sent to her, if according to what you said, the murderer I have already seen the appearance of the fifth victim at the exhibition. If I want to kill people, why is the cake sent to Pansy? Just find out her name and send an owl to her, and it will be over? And unfamiliar The package can easily make the recipient suspicious, so how could it be possible to use such a trick full of loopholes if it really wants to be silenced.”

"I agree." Harry Potter took the lead, "The murderer should have a very reliable source. The black magic objects of the first three victims were all found in the cakes they ordered, only the last one was not."

Hermione Granger also nodded, and said slowly after thinking about it: "What if it's because he couldn't find it?"

"How?" Ron Wealsy asked.

Hermione Granger sat up straight, frowned seriously, and looked at the picture of lavender on the screen and the information with only one name.

"Don't you guys think this girl is too mysterious?" She stared at the picture on the screen, "First she logged off her account, then she agreed to meet Harry on the condition that her personal information should not be checked, and after meeting Harry, she made an appointment... ..." Paused, "Okay, let's call that identity Miss C for now." She smiled inexplicably, and continued, "She only gave Harry a name, as for what she talked about with Miss C..." She He turned his gaze to Harry Potter again.

"Ah, nothing special." Harry Potter replied.He can't say that he has been confessed.

"Nothing special." Hermione Granger repeated Harry Potter's words, "Don't you think this girl is not worried about her own safety at all? If it were me, if I was targeted by a serial murderer, I would definitely not be afraid So calm that she doesn't even seek the Ministry's protection at all. She seems confident that the murderer, and even the Ministry, will find her if she wants to."

Draco Malfoy swallowed, and Hermione Granger's words sent a chill down his back.

"Harry." Hermione Granger seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and looked at Harry Potter seriously, "Are you really not going to look up the name she gave you?"

"is it necessary?"

"I have been suspecting that the name is fake since yesterday."

? !Damn Granger! Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth secretly, his scalp was numb and he was sweating profusely.

Harry Potter spread his hands, looking indifferent, "I never thought it was a real name."

WHAT——! Draco Malfoy's pupils constricted, so all the talk he'd made up was for nothing? !

"Then you...?" Hermione Granger wondered, "You already knew?"

Harry Potter leaned on the table and nodded, "She told me before that she entered school two years behind us, but we never heard of another girl from the Parkinson family entering school when we were students. Laitlin is incompatible with fire and water, but there are not many new students entering Hogwarts every year, and you may not remember your name, but your surname will never be wrong.” He raised his hand and drew a circle on Lavender’s name with his wand, “So , obviously, this is a pseudonym."

Draco Malfoy's eyes wandered, and he was extremely nervous right now.The face is calm, but the heart is turbulent.

"Also, Malfoy." Harry Potter suddenly named Draco Malfoy who had been silent for a long time again, "You know Parkinson so well, have you heard of this name?"

"…" Draco Malfoy forced himself out, "I don't remember."

"Here." Harry Potter laughed, "Fake."

"I said Malfoy," Ron Weasley said. "Since you know Parkinson so well, why don't you ask her?"

"Why me." Draco Malfoy's tone was bad, his fluster covered with arrogance.

Ron Weasley replied as a matter of course: "We don't know her well."

"That's your job, not mine." Draco Malfoy said with a sullen face, "Is there anything else I can do here, I'll go without me, I don't have time to accompany you here to guess some girl's little secret."

"Okay, let's talk about this girl later." Harry Potter slid the screen, and some other content was replaced on it, "This is the conceptual model of the device we made based on the analysis report given by you and Terence, you can see See if there is anything wrong or wrong, if there is no next step, you can simulate and reproduce the explosion scene.”

Terence spun the diorama on the screen, "It should be fine."

Harry Potter looked at Draco Malfoy again.

"Glad the Ministry of Magic didn't mess it up Potter."

"Malfoy, I must remind you that this is the Ministry of Magic." Hermione Granger said angrily.

Draco Malfoy smirked, deliberately provocative, "Oh, so? I don't think you have the right to deprive me of my freedom of speech. Or do you want the top trending search tomorrow to be 'Senior Ministry of Magic officials take this opportunity to retaliate against the communique to avenge themselves'?"

"...Okay Mione, let's finish this paragraph and let him go." Harry Potter had a headache, and sometimes he wanted to ask himself why Mao would take a liking to such a bastard who was angry with both people and gods.

Hermione Granger gave Draco Malfoy a savage look, whose demeanor made her sick.

"And Malfoy, if you don't trust us, I can send you the concept drawing of this model, and you can do it yourself, just send me the test results. No problem." Harry Potter said and planned to show the model on the screen The three-dimensional model is converted into a drawing.

"Oh? I thought you would draw one yourself." Draco Malfoy sneered, raising his eyebrows maliciously, "Didn't Weasley say that our great savior hides a little-known painting skill?"

"You're not fucking good enough for me to draw you myself, Malfoy." Harry Potter couldn't help it, he really wanted to throw the guy out now.

"I'm afraid you can't at all, Potter."

Harry Potter irritatedly tore off a blank sheet of paper from the notebook in front of Hermione Granger, grabbed the quill pen and quickly sketched a few strokes, and the complex three-dimensional image of the model on the screen gradually jumped onto the paper.

He tossed the blueprint to Draco Malfoy, "Take it and give me—"

"Potter, I quit." Draco Malfoy stood up, his face livid.

Draco Malfoy's sneaky smirk froze when he saw Harry Potter's concept drawing. This drawing was drawn by Harry Potter himself, and naturally included the last symbol similar to his signature.

He is very familiar with the symbols on the drawings.

That's the signature mark of "The Wand Is Too Thin".

"What? What did you say?" Harry Potter was already in a bad mood, but now he was even more irritable by the other party's sudden convulsion.

"I said." Draco Malfoy's palms were sweaty, and he paused every word, "I, back, out."

"Malfoy! Don't be so fucking over the top!" Harry Potter slapped the table, angrily glaring at the blond youth in front of him and yelling.

Draco Malfoy bit his lip, the girl with black curly hair and the savior in front of him gradually merged last night, those green eyes, round glasses, and the eyebrows that were brought together because of being too angry, all perfectly Overlapped together.

Damn, why the hell didn't I recognize it earlier! Draco Malfoy was short of breath and panicked.

He took a final deep look at the savior who was completely unaware and still angry, and let out a muffled snort from his nose mockingly.Leaving the conference room with strides.

Hermione Granger patted Harry Potter who was frozen in place after the door of the conference room was slammed shut by Draco Malfoy, and said softly and concernedly: "Harry? Harry, are you okay?"

Harry Potter was trembling all over, he didn't know which muscle of Draco Malfoy was wrong, but what he knew was that if the other party really quit, it meant that they would return to the previous state of unrelated relationship.Maybe that guy will disappear for another few years, or even longer.

The savior took a deep breath and calmed down, "I'm fine Mione."

"What's the matter with him?" Ron Weasley didn't understand at all.

Harry Potter gritted his teeth and cursed, "He's out of his mind."

***

Draco Malfoy staggered out of the Ministry of Magic, apparating decisively.

He was standing at the gate of the Malfoy Manor villa, halfway through pushing the door and then disappearing.Tremblingly, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette for himself, and took a puff with all his strength. The pungent and bitter tobacco choked him violently.

Draco Malfoy unfolded the concept map that had been wrinkled by him, and unlocked his mobile phone screen. His mobile phone screen wallpaper was always the Q version of Harry Potter that the wand too thin gave him.With trembling hands, he compared the signature symbol on the concept map with the signature on the Q version of Potter that the wand was too thin to give him.

Exactly the same, exactly the same.

Wand too thin?Fuck that wand too thin.From the beginning to the end, there was no goddamn wand that was too thin, Harry Potter was just a wand that was too thin, and the wand was always too thin because of Harry Potter himself.

And what did he say to that guy... Fuck.

Draco Malfoy sat limply in front of the door, covering his face in pain and embarrassment.

Fuck, what a fucking irony.What the hell did he do.

Tbc