【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Ron Weasley gritted his teeth, and it's been almost an hour.The girl in front of him, or let's call her a girl for the time being, didn't seem to intend to answer any of his questions at all. No matter what questions or threats he threw, the girl maintained a calm demeanor, and this The lady has only one sentence from beginning to end.

"I want to see Harry Potter." Dale Oakes had her wand confiscated, her hands were bound to the armrests on both sides of the chair with binding spells, and her feet were also bound at the same time, completely restricting her freedom of movement.

Ron Weasley gritted his back molars, and the words sounded so damn familiar, reminding him of some goddamn Slytherin who probably took Polyjuice Potion and turned himself into a blonde a while back.Coincidentally, he held his forehead and rubbed his temples, the fucking man across from him was probably also disguised as a woman.Merlin's big pants, these women's big men are really difficult to deal with.

Harry Potter took the case files and resumed his usual work suit and appeared in the monitoring room with specially treated walls. Draco Malfoy followed behind him. The blond young man saw the red-haired Auror in the next room in the fog suppressing his angry and irritable appearance Instead, he laughed rather gloatingly.

Harry Potter glanced back at his boyfriend, rolled his eyes and put the documents on the table, then pulled a chair and sat on the side of the communicator in the control room.

"What's the situation now? Ron didn't get it done?" Harry Potter asked Hermione Granger who had witnessed the whole process from the control room.

"Obviously not." Hermione Granger shrugged helplessly. She pointed to the girl inside. "She asked to see you."

"Huh?" Harry Potter was a little surprised, "Then why didn't you go to me earlier?"

"We didn't agree, it's too dangerous."

"Don't worry about Mione, she's no threat now." Harry Potter said and stood up.

Hermione Granger was still worried, she looked at the two people opposite in the mist with utterly opposite emotions, she was still worried, "But her attitude towards you..."

"This is Mione at the Ministry of Magic." Harry Potter patted his old friend on the shoulder reassuringly, then leaned over and switched on the communicator, and said to Ron Weasley, "Ron, tell her I'll be right there."

After receiving the news, Ron Weasley continued to stare at the suspect in front of him angrily, and said coolly, "You succeeded."

Dale Oakes seemed unsurprised, just smiled.

The door of the interrogation room was unlocked from behind Ron Weasley, the red-haired Auror turned around and saw his old friend walking in with a folder in his hand, he sighed with relief, stood up from his chair, his face was heavy, " Over to you buddy." and received a reassuring look from the savior.

Dale Oakes exuded an inexplicable joy from the moment Harry Potter pushed the door open, his eyes gleamed with an unconcealable light, and all of them hit Harry Potter.

"You want to see me?" Harry Potter spoke first after sitting down.

"I'm very glad that you can come to see me Harry." Dale Oakes' voice was exceptionally gentle and pleasant, probably because of this joy, she became particularly cooperative, and she offered, "You can ask, I'll tell you anything."

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Ms. Oakes." Harry Potter replied politely, flipped through the documents he brought with him, put the shorthand quill and the unfolded parchment aside, "Or, should I call you, Mr. Larry Oakes ?”

Dale Oakes suddenly frowned unhappily when he heard the words, but he didn't rush to deny his identity, "Although I like that name very much, I prefer to be called Dale, or Miss Oakes."

"Okay, then Ms. Oakes." Harry Potter continued after the other party nodded in satisfaction, "I heard from the Aurors that when they arrived in Diagon Alley, you were carrying boxes, which were almost full of all your belongings, and the shop was also cleared It's clean." He crossed his hands on the table, "Where are you going?"

"Of course it's a place where you can't find me, Mr. Oakes." Oakes shook his head regretfully, "Unfortunately, we were a step too late, otherwise we could have played cat-and-mouse with you for a while longer."

Harry Potter did not ignore the confidence in her tone when she said this, and continued to ask: "Miss Oakes is confident about her hiding place?"

"Yeah." Oakes moved his fingers and raised his eyebrows, "And you see, if it wasn't for Harry and you and Draco Malfoy, maybe I wouldn't have been exposed so soon."

"How to say?"

Oakes tilted his head, "Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy are old acquaintances, and you are already with Draco Malfoy, so it will be a matter of time before you learn about me from Parkinson. The cake suspected of being a black magic ring has WLM's number, and this threat will be reported to the Ministry of Magic sooner or later." She sighed plaintively, "But I didn't expect it to be so soon, I made a mistake."

"If you haven't seen Lavender, you might still have a chance."

"Huh?" Oakes paused, obviously she didn't expect that the other party knew everything about the meeting that just ended, "Ah, she is a very interesting author."

"Interesting?" Harry Potter deliberately asked, "What's interesting?"

Oakes leaned back in the chair leisurely, his eyes wandering as if recalling the episode of the meeting not long ago, and then said, "You know, she hates Draco Malfoy, but she is writing about this man and you." Oakes squinted and stared at the top of his head She murmured, "She likes you, even loves you, just like me." She focused her eyes on the face of the savior again, and leaned forward, "You know Harry, I can feel it, I and Like her, we can do everything for you and help you remove all the things you don’t like, obstacles, enemies, and any existence that threatens your reputation and status.” She curved a sly smile treacherously, “I told her you She was so shocked when she was dating Draco Malfoy, I guess she probably hated that Death Eater, even if she refused to be my favor, but one day she will figure it out."

"Why do you think I'm dating Draco Malfoy?"

Oakes let out a chuckle, "Are you going to deny your relationship with that Death Eater, Harry?" She didn't leave enough time for the person opposite to answer her question, but continued on her way, "It's too obvious Harry, it's too obvious." She sighed with a long voice, "You should be enemies, enemies, there shouldn't be such a blending atmosphere between you, your eyes, your tone, and the relationship between you and that damned The fact that all the Death Eaters were in the store at the same time was full of surprise and anger for me."

"So you investigated both of us?"

"No no no." Oakes shook his head desperately, as if some serious misunderstanding would happen, "I didn't investigate you Harry, I believe you, I only investigated Malfoy." When she mentioned the last name Malfoy, she said between words Extraordinary resentment.

Harry Potter frowned faintly, "What did you investigate?"

"Everything, everything I can find out." Oakes murmured in a low voice, every character was permeated with deep hatred, "His life, his past, the hatred he had with you when he was a student, a Despicable, shameless and notorious Death Eaters, Voldemort's lackeys, what qualifications do you have to maintain an intimate relationship with you! They will only wag their tails at the Dark Lord's robe, cowardly, cowardly, irresponsible, and even Hogger at the end The whole family fled the battlefield during the Battle of Woz!" Her eyes widened and her face was full of resentment, her words were sharp and passionate, "This kind of cowardly and slavish scum, so what if his mother concealed key information What? Make up for it? Why?! They should be sent to Azkaban!"

The savior stared at the pair of eyes that looked particularly terrifying under the direct light of the overhead light. His wide eyes were filled with bright red bloodshot eyes, and he calmly replied: "Should you be imprisoned in Azkaban? It's not you alone." People can decide."

"Yeah, I can't decide." Oakes slumped down slowly, muttering with a soft smile, "But there's always a way, isn't there?" She tilted her head back and rested her head on the beam of the chair back, "Harry, Is there anything else you want to ask?" Her tone became less intense and gradually calmed down, "Personally threatening others shouldn't last long, right? It doesn't matter, no matter what Malfoy did to you, I can save you when I come out -"

"You think you can still come out?" Harry Potter waved his wand, and a painting floated out of his folder and moved to Oakes. "Your work?"

Oakes glanced at the picture of the savior she drew in the attic, "Yes." She looked around the drawing paper, looked at the savior, and asked ambiguously, "Do you like Harry? I can give it to you." oh."

"Thank you for your kindness, Ms. Oakes, no need." Harry Potter also floated another photo in front of Oakes's eyes, which was a photo of the drawing board of the fan exhibition in the previous forum, "The avatar on this is also from your hand, right?"

"Yes."

"You did the explosion too?"

"What explosion?" Oakes looked at each other innocently.

"You don't know?" Harry Potter raised his voice slightly.

Oakes still looked confused, "Is there anything I should know?"

Harry Potter pulled out a list from the file, "Have you bought tickets to the Hogwarts forum fan exhibition."

"Yes."

"You don't know about the fact that the exhibition was forced to end early?"

"Ah..." Oakes thought for a while, "There is indeed such a thing."

"So do you remember what happened then?"

"I just remember that the radio suddenly rang and told everyone to evacuate as soon as possible."

"What were you doing before the radio came on?"

"Wandering around."

"Then?"

"After that? Of course they left with the crowd."

"Without any stops in between?"

"No."

Harry Potter stared at the guy opposite who answered every question crisply and without hesitation, and continued to ask: "Have you heard of the dessert case that happened a while ago?"

"Of course, I know about the case you're in charge of." Oakes said in a tone of extra concern for Harry Potter, "I guess you'll ask me if I did it, just because Parkinson also received a cake with a hidden ring, And that cake was given by me."

"Do you have anything to explain, Miss Oakes?" Harry Potter asked. "We found some Dark Arts artifacts in your shop, the same ones needed to make those rings."

"What if I say I'm just a copycat?" Oakes dismissed the accusation. "Plus, it's not my store. I'm just a customer."

"Or it's better to be a regular customer, isn't it?" Harry Potter retorted, "Your acquaintance with the boss is far beyond the relationship between ordinary customers and businesses."

"so what?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you planned those dessert cases and the explosion at the venue. The owner of that store is just your accomplice, providing you with convenience and auxiliary work."

"Guess?" Oakes laughed. "Since when did the Ministry of Magic base their case on Harry?" She continued with a grin. "Do you have proof?"

Harry Potter took out his wand from his pocket and aimed it directly at Oakes' forehead, "The evidence is all in your head."

"Are you planning to use Legilimency directly on me, Harry?" Oakes narrowed his eyes and stared at him threateningly, "I remember that the use of Legilimency in Auror interrogation should be forbidden, are you going to interrogate in violation of the regulations? Savior gentlemen?"

"Of course not." Harry Potter smiled kindly, and he put away his wand, "I can't do this, but that doesn't mean others can't." Harry Potter turned his seat, and ticked the wall facing the hand-touched wall. finger, and said, "Ron, let Draco in."

Harry Potter didn't miss the momentary freeze of the other guy in the interrogation room when he said the last name, and he stopped talking, waiting for the interrogation room door to open again.

With the sound of the door lock being unlocked, a blond-haired young man appeared at the door. The visitor cast a cold look at Oakes who was tied to the chair, and walked towards Harry Potter step by step to stand beside him.

Oakes' eyes widened in shock. If she hadn't been tied to the chair at this moment, she would have jumped up and thrown Draco Malfoy at Avada Kedavra. Oakes glared at the blond young man leaning on the interrogation table and standing next to Harry Potter, and asked through gritted teeth, "Why is he here?!"

"As you said, we are together." Harry Potter replied naturally, "Didn't you already guess it, why should you be so surprised."

"This is the Ministry of Magic, why is he here?!" The uncontrollable anger in Oakes' eyes pierced Draco Malfoy's body. If she could, she would like to shoot this unforgivable Death Eater by sight.

Draco Malfoy glanced at her casually and snorted arrogantly.

Harry Potter, on the other hand, didn't care about Oakes' excitement, and leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "Let me introduce you." He spread his palm and pointed to the blond young man standing beside him, "The potions consultant for this case, Draco Malfoy, but I guess you should be more interested in his other identity." The savior crossed his hands and supported his chin, which was a bit like watching a show, "I heard that you have a special respect for a fan author, right?" He hasn't been in Oakes yet. After being relieved from the astonishment of the God, he continued to increase, "What is it called? Lavender? Coincidentally, if I tell you now that Draco also wrote some interesting stories on the forum, with Miss Oakes' ingenuity, maybe he should be able to guess what it is .”

As soon as these words came out, Oakes' astonishment was gradually tinged with panic, which was different from Draco Malfoy's shameful and questioning eyes. Under the light source, it was clearly visible that the latter's Adam's apple was moving up and down uneasily. Harry Potter first turned his head to wink his eyes at the person next to him, and then cast an inexplicable smile at Oakes on the opposite side.

"Who would have thought that this guy is quite famous for his writing." Harry Potter admired in a serious manner, and then continued solemnly, "Let me introduce again, Draco Malfoy, the special potions consultant for this case, and also a member of the Hogwarts underground fan forum DMHP in Drarry District, same, person, author, author." He emphasized the last few words, and paused, appreciating Oakes' increasingly pale face with contentment, and continued slowly, at a slow rate of speech, "This You must be familiar with the guy’s forum ID—"

Harry Potter pronouncing every byte full and forcefully, in case the other party couldn't understand, he spit out the girly breath mixed with a little gay, which was randomly obtained by Draco Malfoy's whim. Zi's ​​forum pen name.

Stargazing in the lavender fields.

Tbc