【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Draco Malfoy arrived at the Ministry of Magic meeting room according to the time sent to him by Harry Potter. It was still the same few familiar faces before in that not very big room, but this time the one who was projected into the air by the savior was no longer The information of several victims in this case was another face he had never seen before.

When Harry Potter saw him push the door in, he didn't say much, just nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

Draco Malfoy naturally sat in the only vacant seat, on Harry Potter's left, while the pharmacist Terence, who was sitting on the other side of Draco Malfoy, carefully watched the Deputy Director Auror and the special advisor.

"Are you all right?" Terence asked tentatively, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Huh?" Harry Potter didn't react for a while, and then under the worried eyes of the other party, he finally remembered the scene where he and Draco Malfoy broke up last time, and smiled embarrassedly, "Ah, yes, it's all right, everything is fine." It was a misunderstanding."

After hearing what his old friend said, Ron Weasley held his forehead and rolled his eyes secretly, gritted his teeth and muttered: "Yes, what a misunderstanding."

Hermione Granger kicked her boyfriend from under the table, cleared her throat, "Harry, let's go."

From the corner of his eye, Harry Potter glanced at the only blond young man in the room who was enjoying himself with this topic. That guy was proudly raising his chin to demonstrate to the red-haired opposite. The Savior looked back speechlessly, and got to the point.

"What you are seeing now is the detailed information sent to me by the Network Security Department." Harry Potter pointed to the data in the air projection with his wand, "Larry Oakes, male, 23 years old, a dropout, is considered a painter, but the business is not booming After verification by the Network Security Department, he did register on the forum like the previous victims, although he seldom made comments or dynamics, judging from his login frequency and duration, he should be a loyal user very frequently."

"Wait?" Draco Malfoy interrupted the Savior, looking at the photo of the short brown hair on the profile, "Male?"

"Yes." Harry Potter nodded at him, "Male."

"But what Pansy was talking to that material store owner about, girl?"

"Indeed, but following the clues given by Parkinson, the Network Security Department found out that it was him."

Draco Malfoy frowned, but said nothing.

"Probably a Transfiguration Charm or a Polyjuice Potion," Terence said. "It's still easy to change appearance and gender."

"Yes." Harry Potter agreed, and continued, "And judging from his attention and movements on other social platforms, in addition to forums, he also pays close attention to publications including "Daily Prophet", "Wizard Weekly" , Ministry of Magic officials, and all other sources."

Draco Malfoy suddenly laughed, "Let me guess, could it be another retarded fan of our savior?"

Harry Potter spread his hands, "Although I don't want to admit it, it is true." He waved his wand and called out several other texts on the projection screen, "And it seems that he is quite dissatisfied with other people's creations."

Draco Malfoy quickly scanned the large-scale text descriptions, and his face became more and more gloomy. It's not like he didn't know that there were such X-rated creations in the forum, but—fuck, it's fucking dead early.

"Merlin's beard, is... whoever writes this kind of thing... really a fan?" Terence read the words in horror, and asked.It was hard for him to imagine that in the minds of these fans there was another kind of almost morbid emotion towards the object of admiration, not to mention that the object was a living person, the savior of the magic world.

"A bunch of lunatics," Draco Malfoy commented, gritting his back molars.

"This is just literary creation gentlemen, there is no need to be so serious." Hermione Granger was indifferent, "They never planned to implement all this, it was just a wild fantasy. You know that most fans never had the luxury to write these stories. Putting it into practice is just a mode of creation." She fixed her eyes on Draco Malfoy, and smiled meaningfully, "Of course, it is not ruled out that a few people have indeed turned their dreams into reality through this platform."

"What?! Has anyone else achieved it?!" Terence exclaimed, and asked a little worriedly, "Harry, have you been harassed by any fanatic recently?"

"Uh..." Harry Potter scratched his head, "Not really."

"That's more than harassment." Ron Weasley murmured in a low voice, smacking his mouth, and glanced at Draco Malfoy, "It's simply a black fan who betrayed his superiors."

"Thanks for the compliment Weasley." Draco Malfoy sneered and stared back.

The only unknown potion master in the room frowned in confusion, "Why am I getting more and more confused? What are you talking about?"

Harry Potter cleared his throat and brought the topic back.

"Are there any clues beyond the potion explosion?"

Ron Weasley transmitted several material details on his mobile phone to the Harry Potter screen, "According to the previous potion formula, Terence and I checked to see if anyone bought those raw materials at the same time before the exhibition, but there is one material in the middle that we searched for." No one has sold it in any major material store.”

"Are you sure it's not the material store that made a mistake?" Hermione Granger asked, "Or is it deliberately concealing something?"

"Probably not, it's a relatively rare raw material." Terence explained, "The Ministry of Magic has only a few copies in stock, and we have investigated the circulation of raw materials in recent months, and no one has bought or sold that item. "

Draco Malfoy said suddenly, "Including 83b?"

"83b?" Ron Weasley and Terence looked at each other, "Where is that?"

The blond young man snorted coldly as he watched the two people's reactions.

"The address Parkinson sent us is also a potion material shop." Harry Potter answered the doubts of the two people, "In short, I think the identity of the suspect has been locked and the motive is clear, but we guessed wrong before. It's not just based on the popularity of forum articles. Ron, the bait we cast on the forum before has not been withdrawn, right?"

"Yes, but still nothing," said Ron Weasley.

"It can be withdrawn, because that is only one of the conditions for him to choose the target." Harry Potter changed the picture on the screen, which was the sketch of the attic of the potion material store he sketched last night, and he spread the picture again Waving the wand, picking up the tip, a transparent three-dimensional loft model appeared, "Malfoy and I went to the address given by Parkinson yesterday afternoon, No. 83b, Diagon Alley. This is its loft."

"Harry, Merlin's beard, you drew this again?" Ron Weasley was amazed, "Why didn't I know that your skills can also be used to solve crimes?"

"That's because you never pay attention to how awesome your brother is Weasley." Draco Malfoy said this in a frivolous tone that seemed more like a boast to himself, "Oh, you should be lucky to have a savior friend, otherwise your family may be in trouble now I can't even feed you giant monsters."

Ron Weasley slammed the table angrily, "Malfoy, I warn you not to think that you and Harry—"

"Thank you Draco, you can shut up now." Harry Potter interrupted Ron Weasley, casting a serious glance at his boyfriend who didn't have a good word to say.

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and made a nonchalant "please" gesture.

Terence became more and more confused watching the interaction of these people, what's going on?Didn't the two of them break up?Are you going to investigate the case together?What the hell happened these two days?This mean little Malfoy was praising Harry Potter?Didn't talk back?Still so obedient?Merlin's beard, long time to see.

"And let's take a look at this." Harry Potter called out the map he had marked before, "This is the place where the first three victims often appeared." He shrunk down the model of the attic according to the actual location and stitched it together Among the buildings on the map, "This potion material store just appeared in the center of the triangle formed by the three victims' locations, and if we link the attic to connect with these three locations—" he said on the map Draw three thin golden lines, and enlarge the attic model. The thin golden lines just pass through the window glass of the attic model. "This is the main condition for him to choose a target."

Hermione Granger raised her hand and rotated the map for a circle. As expected, all three thin lines happened to pass through the window. "You mean, he only chooses the targets within the visual range centered on the material store?"

"That's right." Harry Potter nodded in agreement, "With the material store as the center of the circle, assuming this golden line is the maximum visible radius, then his selection range is the circumcircle of this triangle." He marked a circle on the map again Huge circular range, "Because he is looking out through the window, or in the shop in Diagon Alley, then he can't attract too much attention. If he doesn't stick his head and body out of the window, there will be a certain dead angle. Not all circular areas can be used as candidate areas.”

"But how do you explain later, the one who used a pseudonym—what's his name?" Terence recalled for a long time but couldn't remember what it was called, so he gave up and continued, "She is also in this range? "

"No." Draco Malfoy said dryly, mouth curled.

"Yeah, so I guess that's not his goal at all." Harry Potter said, "I think he'll contact Lavender again." The Savior paused, "Especially after we visited that material store yesterday."

As soon as Harry Potter finished speaking, Draco Malfoy's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

The blond young man took out his mobile phone, and he frowned as he looked at the caller's name.

"Who?" Harry Potter asked.

"Pansy," Draco Malfoy said, about to stand up, "I'm going out to answer the phone."

"No, you can pick it up here."

Draco Malfoy looked around at the other three in the room, and seemed to have no problem, he connected to Pansy Parkinson's voice invitation.

"DRACO—!"

A deafening scream made Draco Malfoy's ears hurt. He hastily removed the receiver and continued to listen to the female voice roaring wildly on the opposite side.

"Damn that pervert who delivered the cake added my WLM! He found out my home address and said he wanted to see me! How on earth did he know that the account was in my name?! Luckily I'm not in China now! And I It's not some goddamn lavender! Damn it!"

Harry Potter motioned for Draco Malfoy to hand him the phone, and the latter passed it quickly with a look of disgust on his face. The savior turned on the speaker, "Parkinson, calm down first, what did he tell you?"

"Potter? Are you together?" Pansy Parkinson's tone was still tense and tense, "He added my WLM and said he wanted to meet and chat with me as a loyal reader of Lavender."

"Did you tell him you're not Lavender?"

"Of course I fucking said it! But that pervert didn't believe it at all! He also said that if he didn't agree, he would come to my house to find me! Potter! What are you Aurors doing?! It's been so long that even one of you just sent someone a cake Can’t you catch all the perverts?! The Ministry of Magic keeps you a bunch of trash sucking the blood of taxpayers?!”

"PANSYPARKINSON!" Draco Malfoy yelled into the phone, "Keep your mouth shut! Do you want to die?!"

"Oh, protect yourself, Draco?! I'm the one being threatened and followed, not you!"

"Parkinson, listen to me." Harry Potter motioned Draco Malfoy to stop talking, and maintained a calm tone to communicate with the other side of the phone, "You promise him first and meet him."

"What?! Potter, are you crazy? That's—"

"Tell him, it's not you, it's the lavender." Harry Potter smiled at Draco Malfoy's gradually astonished gaze, "The real lavender."

***

83b Diagon Alley.

A woman with blond long hair stood in front of the slender and tall tower in the latest lady's gown, knocking on the unusually narrow wooden door in front of her with her slender fingers, waiting for the response from the door.

A moment later, there was only a two-finger-wide long door mirror on the door, and a soft female voice floated out from behind the door.

"Sorry, we're closed today."

The blond lady outside the door spoke immediately, speaking calmly in a cold voice.

"Hello, ma'am." She paused for a moment, as if it was difficult to speak, but finally continued with difficulty, "I am... Lavender, looking at the stars in the lavender field."

Tbc