【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Ron Weasely habitually walked towards Harry Potter's table with his lunch in his hand, but today he just took a step before his girlfriend waved his wand and took him away with a wave of food and swept him to the other side.

"Oh! God! Mione, what are you doing?" Ron Weasley's pumpkin juice almost spilled, he couldn't figure it out, so he obediently found an empty seat facing his girlfriend and sat down, "Harry is over there."

"I advise you not to go there." Hermione Granger pointed to Harry Potter's table not far from the restaurant with her chin. "I don't think you would be happy to sit with Malfoy for lunch."

"What?" Ron Weasley stretched his neck and probed his head again, and when his gaze focused on the back of the guy's golden head sitting across from Harry Potter, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Malfoy? Why is he here?"

"You don't know?" Hermione Granger asked back, frowning. "When we first arrived at the Ministry of Magic this morning, they were right in front of us, and I made a point of mentioning it to you."

"Uh..." Ron Weasley scratched his head in embarrassment, "I was eating chicken at that time, so I didn't hear it."

That's right, on the night Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy settled their concerns, Ron Weasley next door found his new love, an online game.The mobile PC multi-terminal linkage of this "Jedi Survival" in the wizarding world retains part of the content of the Muggle game and fills it with magic elements.

"Ronald, if you let me find you playing in an Auror slot, I'll drop your phone into a box." Hermione Granger glared at him.

Ron Weasley solemnly raised his hand in surrender, "I swear, I never opened it at work."

Hermione Granger glanced at him again and then turned her gaze to Harry Potter, "They're living together now."

"?!" Ron Weasley was dumbfounded, "Merlin's beard, didn't you say they were together yesterday?"

Hermione Granger shook her head and sighed heartbrokenly, "Yes, Malfoy is now living in Harry's apartment, and that guy is willing to give that memory to Harry as a condition."

"This is a blatant threat!" Ron Weasley was indignant, "Harry told me he got that memory but never mentioned how he got it." The red-haired Auror touched his wand, "I can rush over now and give Does that bastard match a big stick with one front tooth?"

"Obviously not." Hermione Granger rolled his eyes at him, and then continued to look across. "Actually, I don't think Harry would reject Malfoy, even without this deal. And he didn't turn to Harry—oh Merlin's beard!" Hermione Granger turned her head halfway through her words, covering half of her face, and couldn't bear to look straight at what happened there just now.

"Hey, hey, Mione! Did you see that!" Ron Weasley squinted, wrinkled his features and gripped his wand excitedly, "This is the Ministry of Magic! It's a public place!"

"I saw it! Keep your voice down!" Hermione Granger lowered her voice to signal Ron Wesley to calm down. "I wouldn't be surprised if Harry came out in the hot news tomorrow morning."

The savior not far away was completely indifferent. As the person involved, he didn't think he had done anything astonishing just now, but just forked a piece of baked potato on his plate and handed it to Draco Malfoy's mouth. He couldn't open his mouth more naturally and ate it expressionlessly.

"How?" Harry Potter stared expectantly at the person opposite, "I really think it's exactly the same."

Draco Malfoy chewed carefully for a while, and then opened his mouth after swallowing: "It's still different, it should be..." He thought about the taste in his mouth, "There's something more."

"What more?"

"I don't know." Draco Malfoy shrugged. "I said I can't cook, so I don't know about those seasonings."

"Okay." The savior looked a little disappointed, "Maybe you can go to my kitchen to look for it at night."

"No need." Draco Malfoy refused decisively, "I'm not interested in being a food critic."

"Oh yes, you really don't need a job to live well." Harry Potter pointed, "I've been wondering where you've been all these years, it seems like you've disappeared completely."

"Malfoy Manor," Draco Malfoy answered truthfully.

"You don't step out of the gate, like a delicate young lady?" Harry Potter deliberately mocked him, with a smile on his lips, "Or are you waiting for your prince to break into the castle and kill the dragon before kissing him to wake him up?" You? Princess Draco."

Draco Malfoy sneered coldly, "Yeah, but what the unfortunate princess waited for was an impulsive and reckless Virgin Mary whose only hobby was saving the world and helping the world."

"No no no." Harry Potter shook his finger, "My hobbies are Quidditch and drawing."

"Hmm, that's Raphael who painted the Madonna." Draco Malfoy smirked.

Harry Potter glared at him, "Seriously, what have you been doing all these years? Other than writing those stories."

"I have studied alchemy, and I have collected some dark magic items from under the noses of your Aurors." He lowered his voice, emphasizing certain words provocatively at a volume that only two people could hear. The Savior didn't show any dissatisfaction with what he said, Draco Malfoy felt bored, and continued to say dryly, "Go and do some potion research for Snape as well."

"Oh, no wonder he recommended you to us this time, you have been in touch?"

"Yes."

"So you're still a high-end tech geek?" Harry Potter smiled jokingly.

"Exactly," Draco Malfoy said proudly, full of pride.

Harry Potter glanced at him disdainfully, "You don't plan to do any work again? For example, if you want to come to the Ministry of Magic, I can help you, just like your father did when he was in the Ministry of Magic—"

"Potter!" Draco Malfoy sternly interrupted Harry Potter, his brows were furrowed into a knot, his face was ugly, "Don't be naive, do you think it's still before the war?"

Harry Potter also put away his joking expression a second ago, "Listen to Malfoy." He put down the cutlery and said with a serious smile, "It's been eight years since that war, and now people don't treat Slytherin students like they used to You are so harsh, the culprit of that war is not you, everything has been settled, and you are all just victims."

"But we are still all indiscriminately drawn against you, isolated, and hostile." Draco Malfoy snorted coldly, "I have never denied what I did for the Dark Lord, and I will never deny that I have ended up like this now." Complaints, but what is the difference between the discrimination that other innocent Slytherin students suffered back then and me? If what Professor Snape did was not made public, if my mother hadn't saved you, Azkaban would be the professor's last Where to go, of course, including me and my parents." He laughed at himself, "Potter, you are the savior of the wizarding world, you stand in the center of the light, you are admired and loved, and we can only live in your holy light In the shadows behind."

"That was Draco in the past." Harry Potter softened his attitude, he had no intention of arguing with the other party, "The wizarding world is not a stagnant pool, it will not stay in the state of bruises after the war." He pointed at Draco Malfoy with his chin The position on the right back behind him, "The boy behind you on the right, this year's Auror trainee, graduated from Slytherin." He gestured for Draco Malfoy to shift his gaze to another woman who looked older than them On him, "Head of the International Magical Trade Standards Association, also graduated from Slytherin." Harry Potter continued mildly, "Indeed, what you said is also true, but those have become a thing of the past." He tried his best to sound He said in an extremely sincere tone, "Of course, I'm not saying that you must be forced to apply for a job at the Ministry of Magic, but if it's because of these problems that you lock yourself up at home." He stared sincerely at Draco Malfoy's pair of All these gray eyes with any warmth, "Draco, it's time for you to come out and see this new world."

Draco Malfoy was silent. He admitted that what Harry Potter said was not wrong. Of course he knew that the world was changing every minute and every second, and this fission had been exacerbated since the Internet entered the life of wizards.It's not that he can't see it, it's just...he just doesn't want to believe it.

Like he still can't believe that he can actually sleep with the Savior, like he still feels like he's in an ethereal, illusory love affair.

But all of this is so real, so real that it cannot be added.

Draco Malfoy let out a small snort, his trademark smirk once again, "So, what do you think I should do?"

Harry Potter muttered after thinking, "Excluding the Ministry of Magic, the publishing house?" He looked at the guy opposite, "With your writing skills, you should be able to do a job like an editor?"

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "Specially for gossip about you? Potter."

"...Thank you, but isn't my biggest gossip right now with you—" The savior didn't go on talking, but imitated the appearance of the person in front of him, raised his eyebrows and looked at the other side with a smile.

"Tsk. Next." He refused to share the Savior's little secret with anyone.

"It's a pity that you can't play Quidditch well, and you're too old. It's not feasible to become a professional player now. Oh, of course, the most important thing is that you can play well." Harry Potter's face was sincere but his words pierced his heart.

"...fuck you Potter."

"Hey, I'm just telling the truth," the Savior retorted, "Don't you have any ideas of your own?"

Draco Malfoy thought for a moment, moved his gray eyes back and forth, and finally said, "Potions dealer."

Harry Potter seemed to have suddenly realized, and nodded again and again, "Yes. Do you want me to invest in you?"

"...I'm not short of money, thank you."

"I know." The savior waved his hand, "I mean, if you need help, such as choosing a store location."

"Online shop." Draco Malfoy said suddenly, "Freedom, anonymity, confidentiality and mobility are relatively strong."

Harry Potter thought for a while, then shook his head, "Well...Actually, you can consider a two-pronged approach. Although online shopping is gradually emerging in the wizarding world, physical stores are still in the mainstream."

Draco Malfoy nodded, "I'll think about it." He picked up the pumpkin juice, "Are you still going to lock yourself in that memory this afternoon?"

"Depending on the situation, I'm considering going to see that girl again." Harry Potter replied.

"The girl with the Imperius Curse?"

"Yes." Harry Potter nodded, "What about you? Have you already connected to the Floo network?" A simple connection to the Floo network will not last all morning.

"Thanks to you, I'm busy this afternoon." Draco Malfoy pursed his lips, drawling in a long, low tone.

Harry Potter was puzzled, "Me?"

Draco Malfoy squinted at him dissatisfied, and finally his eyes fell on the tired green eyes of the Savior through the lens, he smacked his lips, and got up to pack his own tableware.

"Let's go." The blond young man left two cold words, turned around and left, feeling windy under his feet.

Harry Potter looked at Draco Malfoy, who was in an inexplicable mood, full of doubts, what's going on with this man, why is his mind so crazy?He pursed his lips and shrugged, never mind, it didn't look like a big deal after all.

Ron Weasley pulled his girlfriend and quickly moved to Harry Potter's desk the moment Draco Malfoy left.

"Hey buddy, what's the matter with him?" Ron Weasley pointed in the direction Draco Malfoy left. "Are you fighting again?"

"No." Harry Potter replied, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, Harry Potter took out the phone to unlock it, and smiled.

"Malfoy?" Hermione Granger guessed, crossing her arms.

"uh-huh."

"Let's see, let's see!" Ron Weasley was full of curiosity, bent over and glanced at the message on Harry Potter's phone screen, his face full of disgust, "Merlin's beard, my mother will send me such a message." Ron Weasley shook Shaking his head, he said in disbelief, "Are you really going to date this kind of person, Harry?"

"What news?" Hermione Granger also leaned over to take a look. Her mouth was half-opened in surprise, and she muttered for a long time, "I can't believe... Malfoy has such a style of painting."

[Draco Malfoy: Potter, I hope to see you at your apartment before dinner. /Smile]

Harry Potter smiled and swiped open the message on the screen to enter the WLM interface. Suddenly, he entered a line of words and sent them.

[Harry Potter: Good mother. /Smile]

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Dried beautiful guy!" Ronweasley looked at the news from Harrypotter.

Another reply popped up on the screen in an instant.

[Draco Malfoy: [fuck you.jpg]/smile]

……

The air gradually began to freeze.The trio remained silent.

"..." This is Hermione Granger with black lines all over her face.

"..." This is Ron Weasley who was so embarrassed that his eyes wandered around and began to whistle

"..." This was Harry Potter, who didn't know whether he should be ashamed or not, finally put away his phone, touched his nose, cleared his throat, and said something in embarrassment.

"That... uh... work."

Tbc