【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

"So it took the two of you 24 hours to confess, date, go to bed, and live together?" Hermione Granger counted all the things Harry Potter told her just a second ago, while staring dumbfounded at her long-time friend, "You Are you going to tell me that Malfoy's presence at the Ministry of Magic today means that you're going to be registering your wedding soon?"

"No, no, no, it's not that exaggerated Hermione, you're overthinking it." Harry Potter hastily denied, "But... uh..." He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, except for marriage and—"It seems useless 24 hours."

Hermione Granger applauded in admiration, knowing that she had just stepped out of the fireplace at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic early in the morning when she saw the Savior talking and laughing with his new boyfriend not far away, well, in fact, only Harry Potter Talking and laughing, the other one seemed to be a little sleep deprived and was yawning all the time, even though she knew that these two people were probably already together, but when she saw this scene with her own eyes... It makes sense, it was very exciting.

Mutant lovers who have been enemies for many years, is it a moral depravity or a distortion of human nature.

"Well, what's he here for?" Hermione Granger asked.

"He's going to have to go to the Floo Network Authority and connect the Floo network from Malfoy Manor to my apartment," Harry Potter replied.

"Harry, I'm serious." Hermione Granger stared at her friend seriously, "Don't rush to get married."

"...Okay." Harry Potter raised his forehead.

Hermione Granger breathed a sigh of relief when she got the answer in the affirmative, even though she knew that Harry Potter had a crush on Draco Malfoy for many years, the latter's character and personality could not make her feel at ease from the beginning to the end.In addition, when she knew that the user of the ID "Looking at the stars in the lavender field" was Draco Malfoy himself, Draco Malfoy described himself as humble and despicable in those articles, but also revealed a paranoid longing for Harry Potter .

Those words revealed too much uneasiness and depressive negative emotions, and she didn't think it was a healthy and sunny love.She was worried that what Harry Potter got was an unhealthy love, and she was even more afraid that that Slytherin would use some insidious means in this relationship.She believed that Harry Potter was sensible and alert enough, but he couldn't stop her worries.

Hermione Granger sighed secretly again, there was nothing she could do other than wish Harry Potter a real and sincere relationship.

"So you got his memory?" Hermione Granger shifted the topic to work.

Harry Potte nodded, and took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, which contained a silver memory thread.

"Have you seen it?" Hermione Granger continued.

"No." Harry Potter put it on the desk, "He just gave it to me this morning."

"This morning? Didn't you make a deal last night?"

"Yes, he came to live here, and this memory belongs to me. It's just a delayed transaction." Harry Potter spread his hands, "The reason is that the guy thinks that I work like a lunatic, and he refuses to live with a lunatic." He frowned slightly again, "But he has never seen my work status, it really doesn't make sense if we only rely on the situation when we talked about the case last night."

Hermione Granger laughed suddenly, "Honestly speaking, Harry, I was worried just now whether Malfoy's weird secret love process would have a negative impact on you after you were together, and now it seems that this guy is not useless."

"Huh?" Harry Potter was puzzled, "Negative effects? Like?"

Hermione Granger thought about it and said, "Who knows? I'm not sure if Malfoy will infect you with his emotions, but—" She tilted her head and smiled, "Maybe you really need such a person at some point .”

Harry Potter was at a loss, he really didn't understand what Hermione Granger was saying.

Hermione Granger stood up without saying anything, shook her phone, "If you need help after reading this, please contact me." Then she left Harry Potter's office.

After Hermione Granger left, Harry Potter leaned back in the chair and fiddled with the bottle of Draco Malfoy's memory, recalling in his mind the childish behavior of that guy from the beginning of the after-dinner negotiation last night to this morning grabbing the quilt and rolling himself into a ball.

"Why do you want to live with me all of a sudden?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with that, but I'm no more comfortable here than Malfoy Manor, and I don't have house-elves."

"It doesn't matter, I will live in the dormitory again."

Harry Potter still hasn't figured out why that guy moved here. They picked a movie at random last night. The biggest advantage of the wizarding world being connected to the Internet is that there are many more entertainment activities. Draco Malfoy leaned on his sofa and watched those Muggle movies involving wizards and kept groaning coldly, and kept complaining about Muggle brains full of bugs, no matter how fast a hot weapon is, it is useless against wizards Hitting a simple healing spell can fix everything, and what broom is more convenient than a car? Energy saving, environmental protection, and pollution-free. Airplanes are a good invention, but damn Muggles are never punctual, let alone weather problems can't be solved It's not that magic can't solve it.

Until finally Harry Potter couldn't take it anymore and replaced the movie on the air projection screen with a nuclear weapons documentary, and when a huge mushroom cloud resounded across the sky, Draco Malfoy finally shut up.

The world is quiet, awesome.

"You mean Potter."

"Yes. You're annoying."

Then came a series of unnutritive bickering, and then gradually evolved into a kiss who didn't know who started it.

It has to be said that Draco Malfoy, as the superior person in the relationship between the two of them, is indeed more considerate. For example, Harry Potter has already taken off Draco Malfoy's pants, and when he almost sat on it to unlock the navel orange position, that guy seemed to be frightened suddenly. As if, it jumped up suddenly and stopped his movement.

"Fuck you Potter, are you out of your mind! You fucking dare to fuck without lube or a condom!"

Then he lifted his trousers and searched for family planning supplies all over the room, even using the Feilai spell.

"Don't look for it, I don't have it here, why don't you go downstairs and buy it." Harry Potter moved from the living room to the bedroom, brushed Draco Malfoy's long hair from behind, touched the side of the man's neck with his lips, and kissed, "Or the Transfiguration Charm .”

"You want to die and don't drag me." The blond young man gritted his teeth and held the unopened lubricating oil that he dug out from the depths of the cabinet, "Tsk, Potter, don't tell me you are really A saint." He turned and pushed Harry Potter away, shaking the bottle in his hand, "No desires, no desires? Huh?"

"You don't need this in the shower."

Draco Malfoy laughed wickedly, "Then put it another way."

Yes, to put it another way, no condom means that this is a sex without penetration, and the premise of sex without penetration is to have a pair of dexterous hands.Harry Potter had already experienced this point.

And last night, Draco Malfoy personally showed him what learning must be combined with practice. This guy is indeed a master of words, in every sense of the word.They did this in the bathroom, the guy was holding the seed of the savior without swallowing or spitting, and the liquid was still mixed with the water from the shower overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he licked the cylinder clean, and then he used the top of his head He spat out all the water, and finally raised his eyes to Harry Potter provocatively, and licked his lips.

Harry Potter swears that even if he fancied himself, he had never imagined such a lewd picture, absolutely not.

Of course, what he didn't know was that in Draco Malfoy's eyes, Draco Malfoy wanted to kill him when he quickly learned how to please that Slytherin while lying in wait between Draco Malfoy's legs.

But there is no set.

So in fact, Draco Malfoy's listless look this morning is definitely not because they indulged too much last night, but because they got up too early. As a dead house whose day and night are turned upside down, he suddenly got up at seven in the morning to follow the savior to work. A matter of death.

Wait...it's working time, why do I start thinking about these things again. Harry Potter recovered his senses and patted his cheek, switching himself to work mode.

Harry Potter took out a shrunken Pensieve from the drawer, placed it on the table and restored it to its original shape, then picked up Draco Malfoy's bottle of memory and poured it carefully.

Opening his eyes from the Pensieve, he had already returned to the forum exhibition not long ago, with an empty room in front of him, it seemed that this memory of Draco Malfoy started after the crowd was evacuated.

The woman who wrote "Looking at the Stars in the Lavender Field" and read it as Draco Malfoy gradually entered the picture, with blond hair and a dark green dress, holding a communicator in one hand and a can of coffee in the other, looking around aimlessly. The last few steps followed behind the owner of this memory.

Draco Malfoy entered the painting area along the corridor, which was the scene of the crime. Indeed, as he himself said, the girl who set the fire was already standing in front of the drawing board when he came to this place. Harry Potter quickly walked up to the girl. The girl's eyes were dull and dull, staring blankly at the drawing board in front of her.

She raised her foot and took a step forward, mechanically moved her neck and tilted her head, Harry Potter followed her frozen eyes, focusing on a head of a figure, she raised her hand, and the back of her hand gently covered the face of that figure The outline is so soft that it seems to be caressing a fragile object, and it seems to be caressing the flesh of a lover in love.Suddenly the corners of his mouth opened again, and he pulled out a smile that made Harry Potter's hair stand on end.

Probably because Draco Malfoy hadn't seen the girl's face clearly at this time, so Harry Potter could only see the girl's movements and part of her expression clearly.If the painted head that the girl was touching wasn't his own, Harry Potter wouldn't be offended.

This girl's demeanor is not like an ordinary fan, her attitude towards that head portrait is almost pious and loving, and the forced smile is even more obsessed and intoxicated, but her eyes are still empty and colorless.In addition, the face of the girl in this memory is not completely clear, and there is a horrible sense of discomfort in the blurred face.

Chills down the spine. Harry Potter grasped the wand subconsciously, and at this moment the girl suddenly took a step back, quickly raised the wand and muttered to the drawing board in a low voice: "The fire is raging."

Flame shot straight out from the tip of the girl's wand, brushing against Harry Potter's side and instantly engulfing the entire drawing board behind him.

"Fuck—!"

Not far away, Draco Malfoy spat and cursed, the girl ran away as if frightened, Draco Malfoy put down the can of coffee in his hand and rushed out, his memory began to reverse rapidly, and the surrounding things were also squeezed rapidly Distorted.

Then, Harry Potter was pushed out by an unknown force, and the memory ended.

He slumped on the office chair and panted, the weird and perverted smile on the girl's face in his memory still lingered in front of his eyes, horror, fear, absurdity, and scalp numbness.

He certainly didn't know that girl, and according to their guess, the girl should have been under the Imperius Curse at that time, she was just a marionette standing in front of the stage, but who was hiding behind the scenes? what to doWhy did this murderer have an almost morbid love for Harry Potter.

Harry Potter stared at the Pensieve on his desk, and he needed to take another look.

***

Draco Malfoy raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door of Harry Potter's office, but he stood there waiting for a long time without getting a response.The blond young man simply locked the door lock, but the door was not locked, and it opened with a slight twist.

Harry Potter was writing something at his desk with a solemn expression, completely oblivious to the fact that there was another person in the office.

Draco Malfoy walked over and stood in front of the Savior, looking down at the words written by the latter on the paper, there were only a few scattered words, and those seemingly completely irrelevant words all pointed to the outline of a girl with a question mark in it.

"Potter."

Draco Malfoy called out the name of the savior in a deep voice, but the other party didn't respond to him, but continued to stare at the paper in front of him, his brows were furrowed, his hand holding the quill was shaking constantly, but he kept connecting other words stand up.

"Potter!" Draco Malfoy turned up the volume and slapped the messy paper.

The awakened savior shuddered, looking up at the bony hand that obscured his vision, where Draco Malfoy was standing at his desk with the office door still open.

"Draco? When did you come."

Draco Malfoy frowned. "You're shaking." He curled his fingers and picked up the piece of paper that was under his palm. "What's this?"

"A profile." Harry Potter relaxed his tense nerves and leaned back in the office chair.

Draoc Malfoy looked carefully at the vocabulary on the sheet of paper in his hand: gender unknown, sensitive, reverence, love, delusional, exaggerated, paranoid, jealous, over-interpreted, and so on.He noticed that there was a shrunken Pensieve on Harry Potter's desk, and he guessed he probably knew what these were.

"Is that what you concluded from that memory?" Draco Malfoy asked.

Harry Potter took off his glasses and pinched the sore bridge of his nose, "Yes."

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, "How many times have you watched it?"

"Five times? Probably, I don't remember."

The blond youth put the piece of paper back on the table, "What's the progress?"

Harry Potter sighed weakly, "No." He put his glasses back on again, "I can only roughly infer the character of the murderer, but after all Imperius Curse was used, there is no way to infer further information closer to the murderer. "

Draco Malfoy suddenly leaned forward and reached out to take off the glasses that the Savior had just put on. He squeezed Harry Potter's chin again and looked down into those green eyes.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Harry Potter couldn't see anything but Draco Malfoy's face now.

The bright red bloodshot eyes were especially dazzling on the pair of emerald green eyes, and they also dimmed a lot after being overtired.

"Eye drops." Draco Malfoy was offended.

"what?"

"Where's your eye drops?" Draco Malfoy straightened up, reaching out to the person in front of him, palm up, "Here."

"What? What eye drops." Harry Potter blinked at Draco Malfoy with the blur filter on in confusion.

"...fuck you Potter, you're going to be blind sooner or later!" Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth.

"Are you out of your mind, Malfoy?!" Harry Potter stood up and snatched his glasses back from the other party. "What good does it do you to curse me blind?"

"Oh, benefits?" Draco Malfoy sneered, and the corners of his lips twitched, "Yeah, when the time comes, our savior Mr. will have to spend his days as a blind man in Malfoy Manor, what benefits can I have? Caring for disabled wizards, supporting Disabled wizards laid off and re-employed?"

Harry Potter crossed his arms and looked at the opposite Slytherin, who was clearly talking, "What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy?"

Draco Malfoy pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.

"Okay." Harry Potter glared at the other party, "Either tell the truth, or go back to your manor, don't send it!"

"You're dreaming Potter!"

"Choose yourself."

Draco Malfoy met Harry Potter's equally cold eyes with a cold face, turned away without saying a word, and slammed the innocent wooden door of the Savior's office with a bang.

Harry Potter looked at the figure who was leaving angrily, and rolled his eyes, that bastard might not be able to correct his bad-sounding habit until he died.

His phone vibrated suddenly on the desk, and Harry Potter unlocked the screen.

Ah.He watched the WLM source again mentally despise the blond bastard who just rushed out.

[Draco Malfoy: It's impossible to go back, not in this lifetime. /Smile]

[Draco Malfoy: Don't think you can get rid of me, Potter. /Smile]

[Harry Potter: Manual Goodbye.jpg]

[Draco Malfoy: /smiles]

Harry Potter threw his phone on the table and didn't reply to Draco Malfoy's message. He wanted to see how long this damn bastard could fight him.

However, less than 1 minute.His phone vibrated again.

[Draco Malfoy: Shit! Potter!Where the hell is the Ministry of Magic cafeteria? ]

[Draco Malfoy: [It's so bald.jpg]]

Harry Potter burst out laughing the moment he saw the emoji on the screen.

[Harry Potter: Yes, vividly. ]

[Draco Malfoy: [Weak and helpless but edible.jpg]]

Harry Potter looked at the aggrieved expression and smiled helplessly. After replying a message, he put his phone in his pocket, took his wand and left the office.

[Harry Potter: Wait for me where you are. ]