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The days passed by day by day, and it was a month in the blink of an eye.Post-war reconstruction work has been carried out, and people are gradually repairing their homes destroyed by the war.At the same time, everyone's hearts are praying for the boy who still lies in St. Mungot's intensive care unit.

Harry still didn't show any signs of waking up, and if it wasn't for the slight heaving of his chest, Hermione would have thought he was dead.

Hermione was also one of the few people who knew about the relationship between Harry and the Potions Professor, and of course she knew why Harry was like this.Harry has a deep affection for the professor, so he lost his mind when he found out that the professor had killed Dumbledore.They already knew the truth through Dumbledore's portrait, she thought, and that's why Harry...

But even if she knew the reason, even if she was the smartest witch in Hogwarts and an indispensable strategist in the battle, she could no longer give Harry a living potion professor.

She also went to Malfoy, after all, the Potions Professor was Malfoy's godfather, and they couldn't find the Potions Professor's body, so Malfoy had to take it away.But Malfoy just looked at Hermione coldly: "The godfather is dead, I don't want the savior to disturb his peace anymore. He has done enough for the savior during his lifetime, so why should he devote himself to the savior after death?

Hermione was speechless at this.She knew what Malfoy said was right, but seeing her friend lying lifeless on the hospital bed, she really didn't know what to do.

At this time, Gallon, who had been used for D·A contact in Hermione's pocket, became hot.Since the post-war period, these Galleons have been seldom used, except for very urgent matters.Hermione had an ominous premonition in her heart, and hurriedly left Malfoy Manor.

Malfoy looked at Hermione's hastily leaving figure, with doubts on his face, but he didn't think deeply, but slowly left the living room and went to a very remote small bungalow in the manor.

In the small bungalow, a black-haired man was sitting on a deck chair on the balcony, holding a thick book in his hand, reading it seriously.

"Godfather, how are you feeling today?" Malfoy asked.

"Draco," the man said, with an undisguised hoarseness in his voice, "are you interrupting your poor ailing godfather while he's enjoying his afternoon, just to ask such a meaningless question?" The man's empty black eyes lifted from the book and stared at Malfoy.

Malfoy is obviously immune to the man's venom, and the aristocratic smirk on his face has not changed at all: "Oh no, dear godfather, as your godson, of course you should come to greet the godfather every day to see if you have been in the manor Be comfortable."