【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Pansy Parkinson sat on the stone steps at the entrance of Malfoy Manor and snatched a half-remained cigarette from his long-time friend. The ashes and countless extinguished cigarette butts around the guy showed that he had been sitting here for a while, in a state of distress He looked wistful.She didn't speak, just sat next to Draco Malfoy, slowly sucking on the half of the cigarette, and then exhaled a cloud of gray-white smoke in a deeper rhythm.

She was waiting for Draco Malfoy to speak first.

The blond youth took out a cigarette from the case again, held it between his pale lips, and lit it.

The orange light devoured the cigarette between his fingers little by little, and the remaining gray and white fell off naturally with gravity.

Draco Malfoy's eyes were blank, and the burning cigarette burned most of it silently before he put it between his lips and inhaled it again.The blond-haired young man looked up, and the sun at noon had climbed to the commanding heights. This should be regarded as a rare good weather, if he hadn't experienced those shocking and upside-down baptisms in the Ministry of Magic this morning.

"You should remember that the wand is too thin." Draco Malfoy now felt that saying this ID was full of irony for his own ignorant behavior.

Pansy Parkinson turned to look at him, "Do you know who she is?"

Draco Malfoy was silent for a moment before he said the name lightly, "Harry Potter."

"?!" Pansy Parkinson was shocked, "Who?!"

"Harry Potter." He repeated.

"Merlin's beard! What the hell is wrong with you two!" Pansy Parkinson exclaimed, her eyes widening, "You're on the opposite side! You really are natural enemies!"

"That's not the point." Draco Malfoy rolled the cigarette butt in his hand heavily on the steps twice, "The point is what the fuck I told him yesterday!" He said annoyedly, "For so long I What the hell is this fucking savior all the time! I'm fucking talking to Harry Potter himself about what to do with him?!" This is just... so fucking embarrassing.

"No, wait a minute..." Pansy Parkinson suddenly realized a question, "Is his wand too thin?"

"Yes." Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth, he was a little impatient, "How many more times do you want me to say it?"

"The fanartist who devoted himself to drawing pornography?!" Pansy Parkinson pressed Draco Malfoy's shoulder and stared at Draco Malfoy excitedly, gossip flickering in his eyes.

"Otherwise?! Who else?!"

"you sure?!"

"Bullshit! I'm not sure what the fuck I'm talking to you about?!"

Pansy Parkinson's increasingly cheerful look was the complete opposite of Draco Malfoy's, she seemed completely unaware of Draco Malfoy's depression, "Then why don't you go after him?"

"Are you out of your mind Parkinson!" Draco Malfoy yelled angrily, "How am I going to chase him?!" He imitated the scene when Pansy Parkinson confessed to Blaise Zabini at the graduation ceremony, "Hey Potter, you want to sleep with me Then kiss him?!" Then he made a disgusted expression, "And he's not a gay man! He's a straight man! Straight man! Does he have someone he likes!"

"God, my dear Draco." Pansy Parkinson was about to roll his eyes at the self-shaming guy in front of him. "He's a straight guy and he posted a picture saying he wanted to sleep?"

"That's just fan fiction, ma'am!" Draco Malfoy argued, "That doesn't mean anything at all!"

.... It was the first time in Pansy Parkinson's life that he felt that he was not in love with the guy in front of him, and he was really grateful to Merlin. If love makes people mentally retarded, it's especially true for a gay guy who is in a crush.She tried to use the simplest logic to make Draco Malfoy understand the meaning behind this matter.

"Then why did he draw those things?"

Draco Malfoy frowned and thought, "Maybe it's because... it's fun?"

"...Fine." Pansy Parkinson was speechless, she was going to further guide this guy whose IQ had run away from home to see clearly the truth in front of him, "Then may I ask, Mr. Draco Malfoy, why did you write fanfic?"

"Because I want to sleep with him."

"Then him?"

"Fun."

"..."

Pansy Parkinson shook his head resignedly with the eyes of a mentally handicapped child, "Seriously Draco, I just realized today that you deserve to be unable to sleep with the Savior."

"Huh?!" Draco Malfoy was full of frustration, "What the hell are you trying to say?!"

"Why can't you think about it from his point of view!" Pansy Parkinson desperately wanted to pry open the brain of the guy in front of him to see where the short circuit was inside, "Why do you want to sleep with him, he is just for fun?"

Draco Malfoy took it for granted, "Nonsense, he's straight, and he's a Gryffindor."

"What does that have to do with him being a Gryffindor?" Pansy Parkinson felt like he couldn't keep up with the eighteen dead button brain circuits.

"God knows what those idiots are thinking, maybe it's because of curiosity, excitement?" Draco Malfoy frowned, and said in disgust, "Besides, he said he wants to sleep, but he wants to sleep with me?!"

"if not?!"

"Impossible! He never showed any other intentions for me!"

"Come on dude, you don't either!"

Draco Malfoy thought for a while, still gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath, "Impossible."

"..." Pansy Parkinson was exhausted.

Okay... no help.

Pansy Parkinson raised her head and sighed, and finally gave Draco Malfoy two weak pats on the shoulder, "I'm leaving, you continue." She stood up under Draco Malfoy's questioning eyes, "By the way, I think that in your current state For me, sleeping with the savior doesn't seem realistic at all."

"..." Draco Malfoy's heart trembled, he pursed his lips, looking downcast, "I know."

Pansy Parkinson waved her hand quickly, "I mean," she glanced at Draco Malfoy disdainfully, "if the savior ever finds out that weird girl ID is you—" she flipped her hair and said with a smile, "maybe You can wait until he sleeps with you."

Pansy Parkinson left the unbelieving Draco Malfoy alone at the gate of the manor, opened the door and walked in. Before closing the gate of the manor, she took out her mobile phone and took a photo of her friend's sad back, opened it. WLM clicks on the chat window with her boyfriend and sends.

[Pansy Parkinson: Share a fool. ]

[Blaise Zabini: Did you know? ]

[Pansy Parkinson: It's only one brain away from falling asleep to Potter. ]

[Blaise Zabini: Incisive. ]

***

After dinner, Harry Potter sorted through the materials of the whole case again before he was ready to leave work. Terence was right, maybe they really need the memory of Lavender burning the drawing board in the fourth case witnessed at the exhibition, maybe there is What was the detail that the girl ignored was what they needed.

He leaned on the office chair and rubbed his neck. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his phone and opened the WLM interface.

[Harry Potter: Parkinson, I'm afraid I have to see Lavender one more time. ]

He waited for a while, but there was no reply.

Harry Potter didn't wait any longer, put his phone in his pocket, grabbed his robe and left the Ministry of Magic.

To be honest, he hadn't been in a very happy mood this afternoon, and Draco Malfoy's sudden withdrawal from the meeting made him have to put himself into work to forget the other party's displeasure.

He didn't intend to go straight back to his apartment in London. The case had brought him too many emotional upheavals so far, and he didn't intend to share it with others. After all, his two friends were also working for this. The case was burning, so he chose to go for a drink alone.

Harry Potter apparated and went to Hogsmeade. After graduation, although they were bound by work, these young people couldn't come to this town often, but like the current situation, when they want to relax occasionally, they still choose This magical town left traces of the student days.

He pushed open the door of the Hog's Head, and Hannah Abbott turned from the bar to look at him, and waved him. Harry Potter responded politely, and walked over to find a seat at the bar.

"Alone?" Hannah Abbott looked behind him curiously. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"Just me." Harry Potter replied.

"Well, I thought you'd always be together," Hannah Abbott said. "So what do you want?"

Harry Potter thought for a while, "Fire Whiskey."

"Wait a minute." Hannah Abbott smiled at him.

Harry Potter looked around boredly. The business of the Pig's Head Bar had always been good, and he would still meet some Hogwarts students during the daytime on weekends, but now, it belonged to adults like them drinking and chatting.

"How is Neville?" Harry Potter asked casually.

"Not bad," Hannah Abbott said, clutching the bottle, "except for the occasional whine about being unable to handle some of the Slytherin students."

Harry Potter smiled knowingly, "Who would have thought that he would stay at Hogwarts."

"Yeah." Hannah Abbott pushed the glass towards Harry Potter, "but it does suit him well."

"I hope those students don't go too far."

"No," Hannah Abbott blinked, "for the House Cup."

Harry Potter understood, "For the House Cup." He raised his glass and made a toast.

The doors of the Pig's Head Bar were pushed open one after another, and Hannah Abbott stopped chatting with him to greet other guests. Harry Potter lightly sipped the brown liquid in his glass, the cold and slightly bitter taste irritating his mouth.

To be honest, he doesn't drink this kind of spirit very often. Even after he is an adult, he still prefers alcoholic butter beer or slightly milder mead, which is refreshing and refreshing. For some sweet spirits, he prefers a more straightforward taste.

As for now, it should be said that it is all thanks to that bastard.

The scene of Draco Malfoy slamming out of the door has been lingering in front of his eyes, and the blond youth didn't contact him again, and he didn't even know why the other party quit.

Harry Potter took out his phone from his pocket, opened the WLM interface, and found Draco Malfoy's message window.

[Harry Potter: We need to talk. ]

send.

He put the mobile phone on the wooden board of the bar, and he didn't expect the other party to reply to his message immediately, and it didn't look like he wanted to have too much to do with him during the day.

Harry Potter sighed, and took another sip of the whiskey in his glass.

Ever since Draco Malfoy intervened in this case, he had to admit that he did have selfish intentions. He hoped to use this opportunity to reconnect with the blond young man, and he also hoped that if possible, at least the tense relationship between them could be eased. As for Others, he never extravagant.

Maybe after a long time, or after Draco Malfoy got married, he would be able to let it go.

It's not that Harry Potter didn't think about leaving this unrealistic secret love behind to start another emotional life, but it probably wasn't long enough, or it could be said that those tiny relationships back then still seemed indestructible now.Whenever he saw that guy, he couldn't help but feel an unwarranted joy in his heart, and then he was completely extinguished by that guy's vicious and sharp words.

To use the vocabulary of those people in the forum, he may have a tendency to masochistically shake M during this secret love.

After all, as a crush, who isn't?

Ron Weasley also asked him back then, and the red-haired friend scratched his head and couldn't figure out why Harry Potter fell in love with Draco Malfoy. It took Ron Weasley three months to accept that the Savior really took a fancy to that bastard Death Eater, and Harry Potter himself used for three years.

It wasn't because of Draco Malfoy that he fell in love when he was young, but that guy was born out of his desire.

At first he'd thought he wanted just that face, that body, and all the lust that puberty had somehow spun out, but then he realized that he wanted more than that, that he wanted Draco Malfoy as a whole.

Love, body, and even soul.

And in this case, he can't accept other people, and he can't accept others.

The brownish-yellow liquid in the wine glass was almost bottomed out, and the phone never made any sound. Harry Potter decided to drink this glass of wine and leave here. No matter what the end of his secret love will be, life is still going on.Even without Draco Malfoy's involvement in the case, the murderer must be brought to justice.

He was flicking coins in his close pocket, Hannah Abbott was still busy entertaining other guests, and he was about to put the money for the drinks in the jar in the bar when the cell phone rang suddenly.

Harry Potter's nerves were tense, and he hastily picked up his phone.

Call invitation from Ron Weasley.

Harry Potter looked at the name on the screen and heaved a sigh of relief, then answered the call.

"Ron?"

"HARRY—!" Ron Weasley was extremely excited, and there was a tremor in his voice.

Harry Potter frowned, "What happened?"

"I-I-I-" Ron Weasley stammered nervously and tremblingly on the other end of the phone, "I just looked up the information on that...uh...girl..."

"Who? Lavender?" Harry Potter asked, "You can't do this buddy, I already promised—"

"-Did you promise me?" Ron Weasley retorted naturally, and then said with great urgency, "But these are not the point, Mione told me that you must know about it, so..." Harry Potter seemed to be on the receiver Hearing Hermione Granger's voice, it seems that they are together, "I just sent you a screenshot, you can see for yourself." Ron Weasley's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he seemed to mutter to himself, "Merlin, how is this possible. "

Harry Potter hung up the phone and switched to Ron Weasley's chat window. A message appeared on the screen. It was a picture. From the small picture, it seemed that Ron Weasley had intercepted the panel of the Ministry of Magic's network management system.

Harry Potter clicked to view the original image. It seems that they thoroughly checked the login device of the ID "Looking at the stars in the lavender field" from the IP address recorded in the background of the forum.

The last two times are the same IP, which is the same as the IP used to log in to Pansy Parkinson's Hogwarts homepage.

And yesterday afternoon, before Lavender made an appointment with the magic wand too thin, that IP came from another mobile device.

Ron Weasley specially circled that IP address, and after a few IPs from Pansy Parkinson, the IP of this mobile device reappeared frequently.

Although the equipment has been replaced, all of them belong to the same IP range.

The difference between the IP address of the wizarding world and the IP of Muggles is that the network of the wizarding world is based on individual magic, and only by using magic to promote network signals can every registered wizard be able to use the network anywhere in the world. .

Therefore, IP is basically equivalent to the identity code of a wizard in the virtual world.

That is to say, the account "Looking at the Stars in the Lavender Field" was used by the same person before it was transferred to Pansy Parkinson. As long as the IP code is followed, it is easy to find out who the owner is.

Harry Potter stroked down the picture of Ron Weasley, his friend who was full of curiosity about lavender would naturally not give up on this last step.

And when he saw that name, Harry Potter froze.

Hannah Abbott noticed that something was wrong with this old classmate and called him softly twice. Harry Potter came back to his senses. He quickly took out two gold Galleons from his pocket and stuffed them in Hannah Abbott's hand, and put the little flame left in the cup He drank the whiskey in one gulp, turned around and rushed out of the Pig's Head bar without saying a word.

He now fully understands Ron Weasley's rambling murmur before hanging up.

how is this possible?

……how can that be? !

Behind the string of IP address codes belonging to the creator of "Looking at the Stars in the Lavender Field" is the creator's first and last name——

Draco Malfoy.

Tbc