【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Harry Potter bounced off the bed, what's going on?Sudden deletion?What's the situation? !

[The wand is too thin: EXM? ! What? ! ]

He quickly typed a message in the past, but there was still no reply after 5 minutes.

[The wand is too thin: Where's the fuck? ]

Merlin's beard, this guy won't really delete his account. Harry Potter continued to probe.

[The wand is too thin: Mrs. Lavender? ]

[Magic wand is too thin: DMHP diagram is missing? ]

After 10 minutes, there was still no movement on the opposite side. Harry Potter logged out of the forum and logged into Weibo, which was too thin. He followed many people on this account, but there was obviously one less at the moment.

My God... Isn't this girl so fast?Even log out of Weibo?

Harry Potter flipped through his watch list back and forth in some confusion, but the ID of "watching the stars in the lavender field" had disappeared from his list. The black-haired young man frowned and opened the private message list on Weibo. He and Lavender N had a long time The previous chat interface is still there, but the other party's avatar has turned gray, and the ID has also become an unknown user.

Harry Potter enters "gazing at the stars in the lavender field" in the search box, queries the users, and clicks OK.

[There is no such person. ]

... my day.

Harry Potter switched back to the private messages on the forum and anxiously sent another message.

[The wand is too thin: Merlin on top!You fucking won't really delete the account, will you? ! ]

……

Still no reply.

Discouraged, Harry Potter flung the phone beside him weakly, and lay back on the bed again, staring blankly at the ceiling of the apartment without saying a word. He now felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

The Internet is a very mysterious thing. It allows you to quickly meet someone who has no relationship with you before. Even if you have never met in person, you are still connected just because of your common love.But it is also so fragile, fragilely maintaining the only trace of connection between you.When the colored online avatar on the opposite side dims, when the ID completely disappears in the digital information, it may mean that you may have nothing to do with each other from now on.If with the passage of time, there is no need to forget everything, forgetting will come by itself.

This is much more convenient than playing missing in the real world.

Harry Potter took out his wand from under the pillow, cast a levitation spell on the phone, the small square machine slowly floated in front of him, unlocked the screen, and opened the forum again.

It was only then that he realized that Lavender was the only netizen he had known since surfing the Internet. He had no intention of deliberately establishing a social network in the virtual world. Both forums and social platforms were for him to hide his identity and let him go. The way to focus on your hobbies.If it weren't for those little episodes before, he certainly wouldn't have become familiar with this writer.

Harry Potter's green eyes reflected the homepage of the forum where he was looking at the stars in the lavender field. This guy registered on the forum a few months earlier than him. Although the number of fans was a little smaller than him, he was still quite impressive as a writer.

If you say log out, you will log out without nostalgia. This kind of operation really clearly divides the boundary between life and the Internet. Harry Potter looked through the chat records between him and Lavender again, and he suddenly wondered if he was being too abrupt.

After all, the other party canceled the account very excitedly after hearing that he was looking for her to write a fanfic. If he could use more euphemistic words, or if he didn't reveal his identity as an Auror, maybe this girl would not delete the account?

But then again—why did this girl run away?What is she afraid of?

I didn't say that I must ask her to write a fanfic. If she refused Harry Potter, she wouldn't stalk him. After all, it also involves the author's personal safety. She can just veto it. Is it a bit too exciting to cancel the account? .

And this girl also said before that she was a fan of Harry Potter - well, black fan.And when the Ministry of Magic was recording the statement, he tried to delay the time to meet him with the most childish means. Now that he had the opportunity to meet him, he ran away?Or——they already knew each other, and this girl didn't want him to expose her identity?

Harry Potter tried his best to recall the blonde girl he had seen at the exhibition before, he searched all the blonde girls from Slytherin in his memory to match, there were not many of them, but none of them could match the one he met in front of the drawing board that day The faces of the girls overlapped.

In other words, if his previous assumptions are true, the only possibility is that the girl has changed her face.Just like Hermione that day and... well... and himself too.

Harry Potter sighed faintly, forget it, since the other party doesn't want to be disturbed by him, why don't he be more sensible.

He grabbed the mobile phone floating in front of him and put it next to the bed, ready to sleep.

Harry Potter turned off the lights, put himself into a position he thought was extremely comfortable, covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes.However……

Damn, and can't sleep.

Harry Potter rolled over from the left side of the bed to another, and adjusted countless positions, but still couldn't fall asleep.

God damn curiosity.Merlin's lesbian, he had to admit he still wanted to know who the girl was.

It is urgent.

***

Draco Malfoy couldn't sleep.

Or to be more precise, it was because he couldn't sleep because of exhausting thoughts, and the culprit was still his own crush, the great savior of the wizarding world, Mr. Harry Potter.

What could be more terrifying than Harry Potter reading his fanfiction and even planning to ask him to write a fanfiction?No, not anymore.Even if someone told Draco Malfoy now that the Dark Lord was back, it wouldn't take away his panic about it.

He didn't regret his act of canceling his account in Lavender Field Xingxing at all, and he also hated why the damn underground doujin forum had to go through a five-day freezing period for canceling accounts.Now he can't wait to let his shameful honey ID be completely reduced to digital ashes and disappear in the online world immediately, completely destroying his corpse.

Draco Malfoy knew it well, ever since that guy with black hair and green eyes appeared in his sexual fantasies it meant he was doomed to worry about it for the rest of his life, and Draco Malfoy thought that his hairline appeared in his 20s. Half of the serious retreat was due to Harry Potter.

He never sought results for his flustered throbbing, and he didn't think he could have that kind of luck, and he didn't want the other party to know that he had those messy delusions about him, he couldn't get those extravagant wishes , let alone messing up the only ordinary cooperative relationship now.

If Harry Potter knew that Lavender was him, he could even imagine the surprise and disgust in those green eyes without difficulty.God knew how much Draco Malfoy wished right now that he really was just another fanboy of the Savior.

The savior of his uncle.

Draco Malfoy cursed the savior in his heart, and drifted from the study to the bedroom in a daze, and from the bedroom to the bathroom, guest room, storage room, dressing room, dining room, and living room.All in all, he couldn't sleep.

Finally, Pansy Parkinson, who was swiping Weibo early in the morning and found that Lavender had disappeared from his watch list, and did not answer the phone or return the message, directly flooed to the manor and found a cold and motionless "corpse" in the living room.

Pansy Parkinson was taken aback for a moment when she saw Draco Malfoy, "Potter has a new girlfriend?" She asked reflexively, the last time Pansy saw Draco Malfoy like this was when she was in school, the blonde in front of her was in Slater In the Lin common room, he greeted the [-]th generation of the savior's ancestors with the most vicious words, and he didn't forget to diss Harry Potter's girlfriend at the time, Ginny Weasley. Come on our innocent little virgin savior.

"Come on, Merlin knows if he's good or not." Pansy remembered Blaise Zabini retorting with a casual sneer.

The blond boy back then pouted, "Look at the arrogance of the weasley weasel, I'm afraid no one will know that she climbed into the savior's bed, damn it, it's disgusting." She remembered being in adolescence Draco Malfoy had a nauseous feeling on his face at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it's just a bloody sourness.

Of course, this was just the norm, at least Pansy Parkinson felt that even the end of the world would not be able to prevent Draco Malfoy from greeting the Savior a hundred times a day, but this special situation was indeed rare.

Malfoy, a student, lay dead on the sofa in the common room that night, until Gregory Goyle screamed in horror the next morning that Draco Malfoy couldn't think of taking poison and killing himself because he was jealous that Harry Potter could get a pretty girl.

"roll."

Said the same thing when he was lying on the sofa in the common room, and now the livid-looking Malfoy was lying on the sofa in the Malfoy Manor.

Pansy Parkinson rolled his eyes, "Please, sir, can you grow up a bit?"

Draco Malfoy ignored her.

Pansy glanced at the overly conspicuous bruise under Draco Malfoy's eye, well, it must have been another sleepless night.

The girl sat next to the blond young man, took out her mobile phone and went straight to the homepages of the major entertainment media, but found nothing. She wondered and clicked on the various social platforms of the savior, but there was still nothing exciting on it. News, at least nothing that could cause Draco Malfoy to be hit and both merchants to go offline.

"Speak." Pansy Parkinson called the house-elf to pour himself a cup of tea, and then said flatly after confirming that the unlucky thing in front of him was indeed a sleepless night, "What happened to you, Potter?"

"He asked me to write a fan."

"Puff—cough, cough..." Pansy almost choked on her morning tea, and the girl stared in horror, "What? What does he want you to write about?"

"Write, same, people." Draco Malfoy said coldly, staring at her.

"Merlin's beard." Pansy Parkinson put down his teacup and covered his chest, "Don't look at me like that, it's not that I asked you to write a fanfic. So, you exposed?" She frowned slightly, "No, if you exposed the Drarry area Don't you have to blow up the pot?" Pansy reached out and pushed Malfoy, who was still lying dead, "What's going on?"

Draco Malfoy got up, "The wand is too thin. The tone I gave me yesterday, the Ministry of Magic is looking for someone to write fanfiction phishing law enforcement in order to solve the case on the forum, and they are after me."

Pansy thought for a moment, "Is it you or Lavender?"

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes lazily and glanced at Pansy, "What's the difference?"

"Nonsense." Pansy Parkinson heaved a sigh of relief, leaning on the sofa and picked up her glass again, "It's a big difference." The girl explained leisurely, "Use your brains, don't always lose it just because the troublesome name is Harry Potter." It does what it's supposed to do Draco."

Draco Malfoy gave her a wicked sideways look.

"Let's put it this way, looking at the stars in the lavender field is just an ID, a virtual character living in the online world. If they focus on lavender, it means that you haven't been exposed yet." Pansy Parkinson looked at Draco Malfoy with a thoughtful expression Continue, "You can choose to refuse, or simply use this virtual identity to communicate with him, isn't it?"

"I don't need to talk to him," Draco Malfoy said dryly.

"Oh yes," Pansy Parkinson nodded, "You and the Savior are now partners, and I haven't asked yet, how does it feel?"

"Oops. Terrible." Draco Malfoy smacked his lips and frowned, "And, your statement doesn't work, you can't guarantee that those goddamn Gryffindors will use some disgraceful means to check me Information, the Ministry of Magic is now full of stupidity and recklessness, which is very suitable for them to survive."

"Oh——" Pansy Parkinson suddenly realized, "Is this why you logged out of Weibo?"

"And forum accounts," Draco Malfoy added.

"Nice job." Pansy Parkinson rolled his eyes at the other party, which was very Malfoyy, "Then what are you still worried about, Mr. Malfoy, so that you can't sleep at night?"

Draco Malfoy opened his mouth, but made no sound, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long while, the blond young man cursed in a low voice: "How idle is the work of the Ministry of Magic, so that our savior, who devotes himself to saving the world all day long, has time to see some stupid colleagues."

Pansy Parkinson chuckled, "You still travel by car."

"I fucking can't fuck real people!" Draco Malfoy continued to rant.

"Oh, maybe your dear savior has such a little hobby." Pansy Parkinson teased mischievously.

"Are you kidding? He likes women."

"What does that matter? I like men, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying gay literature."

"Yes, even to get my boyfriend and friends together at any cost." Drcao Malfoy snorted softly, mocking coldly.

"Do not care of details."

"Go away, Parkinson."

Pansy Parkinson drank the last sip of black tea and put down the teacup, "Alright, then continue to play dead, maybe your great savior will jump out of your fireplace in the next second, our dear Mrs. Lavender." The girl suddenly said Thinking of something, he changed the subject, "Speaking of which, why don't you transfer your forum account to me?"

"What?" Draco Malfoy stared warily at the malicious Pansy Parkinson.

"It's nothing," Pansy Parkinson pretended to be heartbroken and pitiful, "As one of your readers and forum administrators, I don't want those fans to disappear completely in five days. Although they are all blades, they are all yours." Efforts are not, what a pity. And what does that sentence mean—the self-salvation of the crush? You don’t want to keep a memorial?” She blinked again, “It would be better if I could be the real entity again.”

"Dream." Draco Malfoy sneered at how this woman was so obsessed with making doujinshi.

"Then change the number."

"what ever."

"OK. Send me the account password."

After Pansy Parkinson left the manor, only Draco Malfoy was left in the huge space again. He unlocked his phone and logged into the forum. He clicked on the chat window where the wand was too thin to check the messages from the girl after he went offline last night.

[The wand is too thin: EXM? ! What? ! ]

[The wand is too thin: Where's the fuck? ]

[The wand is too thin: Mrs. Lavender? ]

[Magic wand is too thin: DMHP diagram is missing? ]

[The wand is too thin: Merlin on top!You fucking won't really delete the account, will you? ! ]

And the latest one, the time is from this morning.

[Wand is too thin: Did you really delete it? ]

Draco Malfoy stared blankly at the few messages in the chat window, this girl was really persistent.

He canceled the account cancellation and sent the account password to Pansy Parkinson.

After finishing all the operations, he flipped through all the stories he had written since he registered on the forum, from the oppressive and obscure pain at the beginning, to the gradual calm down, to the encounter with the wand too thin After being infected by the cookie painter, he also wrote what he thought was a very bold emotional connection.Even if the reader's grief for BE is far greater than those tiny details.

In a trance, Draco Malfoy couldn't remember why he started writing fanfic in the first place, was it just because there was no food to eat, or was it really like the self-salvation of a crush that Pansy Parkinson said?But this is actually not accurate, perhaps for him writing is more like an emotional entrustment built on imagination.

But anyway, it's time to end.

Tbc