【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Standing on the ladder with his hawthorn wand between his lips, Draco Malfoy carefully dug out a small box of potion raw materials from the depths of the cabinet, then waved his wand and placed it lightly on the table in the room, and then tapped Ladder, move to the next cabinet.

"Draco, Malfoy Manor has been abandoned by you so much that you can't even find a piece of the most common bezoar?" Severus Snape glanced at the materials that had just floated down with a straight face. He stood at the door and looked up slightly at his personal materials The blond young man rummaging in the closet satirized him dismissively.

Draco Malfoy continued to jingle through the potions professor's personal inventory, and those bottles and jars that he didn't need on the outer layer were floating in the air, "Of course you have more materials here, don't you, professor?" He half Said flatteringly, and sent down some different raw materials.

Severus Snape glanced at the various boxes on the table in the middle of the room, "Your eyes are finally blinded by those Muggle things?"

"No, not me." Draco Malfoy came down the ladder with the last raw material in hand.

"Parkinson?" Severus Snape guessed, he stared at the young man in front of him, this kid has been going to the Three Treasures Palace for so many years, and he has looted countless rare materials from his material warehouse, not for alchemy The preparation is to heal himself after being accidentally injured by some black magic, but right now, all this kid needs to do is a bottle of ordinary eye drops.

"Neither." Draco Malfoy denied.

Severus Snape stared at Draco Malfoy, raised his eyebrows, "Oh—?" He stretched out the question, "So who can drive you, a new century squat, to steal materials from me?"

"This is not stealing the professor." Draco Malfoy also raised his eyebrows, "Borrow, I just need it urgently, the manor is short of a part, so I simply came to you to borrow it."

"Repay me double tomorrow, and the money will go to Gringotts." Severus Snape snorted coldly, "Now, take your materials and disappear for me." He swung his wand, and all the materials crashed into Draco Malfoy's arms.

Draco Malfoy frantically kept everything in his arms, freed one hand and took out a small bag with a space spell from his trousers pocket, and stuffed all the materials into it carefully.

Severus Snape stepped past Draco Malfoy and tapped the ladder next to the cabinet with his wand to put it back in place, stepped up the ladder with his back to the blond youth, and began to check whether his material cabinet had been messed up by this kid.

"Professor, you recommended me to Granger for that case?" Draco Malfoy asked suddenly.

Severus Snape didn't make a sound, it was a default.

"Professor..." Draco Malfoy frowned and hesitated for a moment, he opened his mouth, "I..." He didn't know whether he should tell the teacher or not.

"Say something quickly, or leave if you don't."

"Okay." He looked up at the Potions professor whose back was to him as he placed the raw materials, "I'm living with Harry Potter now, in London, in his apartment."

Severus Snape paused, turning his head slowly to stare at the young man below. Draco Malfoy's half-length blond hair was braided at the back of his head, and he was also tied with a dark green hair tie. His too fair skin couldn't cover the redness on the young man's cheeks at all, but he looked very much like his father who just dated his mother when he was young. The appearance of time.

Severus Snape walked slowly down the ladder, silent.Standing behind the desk in the center of the room, he walked across and opened the drawer, sighed almost inaudibly, then took out a small bottle of transparent liquid from it, held it in his palm, and walked in front of Draco Malfoy again.

"Pour in half of the bezoar before refining, and add the remaining half at the end, clockwise three times and counterclockwise one and a half times."

Draco Malfoy looked up at the vial of liquid, of course he knew what it was, the potions master's exclusive formula, and he came here for it.

"Thank you, Professor." Draco Malfoy couldn't be happier.

Severus Snape looked coldly at the young man's foolish look, "Can I return the materials?"

"I do lack materials," Draco Malfoy replied.

"Really?" Severus Snape was dubious.

"Really." Draco Malfoy nodded desperately.

Severus Snape stared at him for another moment, then gave Draco Malfoy a final disdainful glance before turning back up the ladder.

"You don't want to think that this thing can completely cure Potter's eyes. He inherited it from his goddamn father, and there is no cure." Severus Snape said coolly.

"I know." Draco Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, "Just don't be blind."

Severus Snape snorted, glanced sideways at the kid below him out of the corner of his eye, and said angrily, "He's been blind since the moment he messed with you."

"Professor, which of us is your student!" Draco Malfoy protested angrily.

"All."

"..." Draco Malfoy pouted, "But now I may understand a little bit why you were so infatuated with his mother when you were young. She is beautiful. I saw a picture of his mother in Harry's apartment." The blond youth recalled Lily's appearance in the photo, "He said most people thought his eyes were like his mother's, I don't think so, that's not the same, Harry—professor?"

While speaking, Severus Snape had already rushed from the ladder to Draco Malfoy's eyes, his bottomless black eyes were staring at the young man, Draco Malfoy swallowed, and felt cold behind his back.

"You—is there anything else?" Severus Snape gritted his teeth grimly, and asked coldly every word.

"It's gone." Draco Malfoy subconsciously took a step back.

"Then get out!"

Draco Malfoy, was once again thrown out of the basement by the collar of the potions master.

***

Harry Potter rubbed his aching temple, quickly pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and he had to write it down before the remembered shape disappeared in his mind.

After re-entering the memory of Draco Malfoy, he finally found a strange symbol in the head of the girl who was caressing with morbid affection before the drawing board was burned by the girl, a painted on the right eye of the sketched head The symbol in the center of the eyeball - a broken six-pointed star is nested in the ring, and another circle is nested in the middle of the six-pointed star.

Harry Potter pressed the acupuncture point hard, and the mental pressure caused by entering this memory many times gave him an unbearable headache. The strangest thing about this symbol is not its shape, but that the ring is not just an ordinary ring, that is A circle made of densely packed blurred text.

Harry Potter patted the top of his forehead hard, he couldn't figure out what those words in this memory were.

He sent the drawn pattern to Hermione Granger, maybe she could know something.

Harry Potter leaned in the swivel chair in the office with some exhaustion, staring at the black Pensieve on the table. He didn't know if he should go in again, but even if he went in again, he wasn't sure that he could remember all the small and vague words. Clearly.

Ron Weasley and other Aurors are still searching for other clues related to this case, and the fake ID on the forum has not stopped. He also sent this symbol to Ron Weasley, asking the other party to pay more attention.

Harry Potter closed his eyes and rolled his dry eyeballs. Draco Malfoy was right, he did need a bottle of eye drops.He swiped his phone to check the time. There was still an hour before he got off work. Harry Potter tapped on the desktop and pondered for a long time before clicking on WLM and sending a message to Draco Malfoy.

[Harry Potter: Where? ]

However, he did not wait for a reply.

Harry Potter tapped the mouse on his desk boredly, browsing through the bait they laid in the forum, no one noticed anything unusual about this account, that's good.His eyes scanned the phone screen from time to time, waking up the square box again and again, but unfortunately there was still no news from the other side.

Harry Potter waited for another 5 minutes before dialing the phone.

The mobile phone kept vibrating on the desktop, the communication icon and the ringtone notification waiting to be connected continued to flash, and the line of "the other party may not be near the communication device" prompt text on the mobile phone screen continued until it was automatically hung up. The name of Draco Malfoy The words "replay or cancel" also appeared below.

Harry Potter clicked "Cancel", and he will go back and have a look after get off work.he thought so.

He didn't have anything special to do for the last hour, he put the memory of Draco Malfoy back in the evidence box, and the throbbing pain in his temple was still relentlessly torturing his head. Harry Potter simply turned off his desktop computer, and then flipped through all the paper reports of this case so far.

The ring in the cake, the exhibition explosion, the drawing board burned, and then the wrong cake.Yesterday afternoon, while he was resting, the potions analyst from the Ministry of Magic had already completed the reconstruction of the scene of the explosion with Ron Weasley. Judging from the amount used and the way the murderer chose to detonate, there was no intention of killing people.According to the logic they have reasoned before, the murderer is nothing more than disgusted with the fan works created by these authors on the forum, including the notes left at the exhibition. There is no doubt that the other party hates the existence of these fan works.

But in the beginning, this person's target was all on the author of the article that was related to Harry Potter's own tragedies and accompanied by a lot of S&M plots, so how did "Looking at the stars in the lavender field" be targeted by him?What happened to the avatar on the drawing board?And what does that inexplicable symbol represent?

He added something to the morning profile.

no idea.

Harry Potter sighed weakly, there were too few clues.

He put down the quill, pinched the space between his eyebrows, it was almost time to get off work, and Draco Malfoy still didn't reply to him.

Harry Potter waved his wand, put all the materials back where they should be, locked them all, stood up and stretched himself, stretched his limbs, and got ready to get off work.

Draco Malfoy's call came in just as Harry Potter was about to leave the office.

"Where are you?" Harry Potter cut to the chase.

"The manor, the basement," Draco Malfoy replied from there.

"I'll go find you."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Harry Potter put away his mobile wand, left the Ministry of Magic, disapparated back to the apartment, and plunged into the fireplace again.

The house-elf had appeared in front of him the moment he stepped out of the fireplace at Malfoy Manor, showing him the way respectfully. Harry Potter thanked him, and followed the route the house-elf had told him to find Draco Malfoy.

As soon as Harry Potter pushed the door open, the smell of medicinal herbs filled the room surged from the crack of the door in an instant. Harry Potter frowned slightly, and walked in.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Give me some time, I'll be right away." Draco Malfoy didn't look up, still staring at the cauldron in front of him.

Harry Potter walked over with his pockets in hand. The table was covered with various raw materials and production tools.From the material point of view, this is not the formula they have learned in school.

Draco Malfoy stared intently at the liquid in the cauldron, his face unprecedentedly solemn, and Harry Potter stood beside the workbench admiring the rare working state of this guy.The blond-haired young man stretched his brows out of habit, his gray eyes stared intently at the surface of the water, and he held another small bottle in his hand, which contained a semi-transparent liquid. It seemed that he was waiting for an opportunity to pour it into it.

Harry Potter unlocked the phone and called up the camera function, then took two steps back, moved the phone slightly to find a suitable composition, and silently pressed the shutter.

Draco Malfoy seemed to have finally waited for the liquid in the cauldron to reach its optimum state. He turned his wrist slightly and poured all the remaining liquid into it.Finally, I picked up the wand, rapidly cooled the liquid in the crucible, divided it into several clean reagent bottles of the same volume, and poured a small amount of liquid from one of the bottles into a small dropper bottle inside.

"Sneak shot in person, huh? Do you think I can't detect these sneaky little moves of yours by looking at the cauldron?" He approached Harry Potter, pretending to be annoyed and quickly pulled the phone from the other party's hand.

"Material collection." Harry Potter blinked innocently.

Draco Malfoy slid through Harry Potter's photo album, and the savior took a lot of photos in succession, close-ups, long-range and half-body close-ups, and even two photos of hand movements, which are indeed good material pictures.

"Let's go upstairs." Draco Malfoy threw the phone back to the other party, picked up the drop bottle on the workbench, and turned around first.

Harry Potter followed the other person's footsteps, "Is this the result of your afternoon?" he asked.

"Yes."

"what is this?"

Draco Malfoy curled his lips and said with a teasing smile, "For 30 years."

"...You can't properly say it's a bottle of eye drops." Harry Potter despised him.

"No."

"Isn't it a special taste to be called by 818 for speaking badly? Mrs. Lavender?"

"..." Draco Malfoy stumbled, he turned his head and glared at the smiling savior, "First of all, it's not because of this, and secondly." He stopped and squinted at the owner of the green eyes, covering it with disdain With lingering shame, "If you mention this again, I will cry you Potter tonight."

"Come on, it's just you?" Harry Potter put on a disgusted face, he looked up and down the blond man in front of him, shook his head, raised his hand and patted the other person's cheek, "Wake up, stop dreaming. "

"...fuck, believe me or not—!" Draco Malfoy held back half of his words, but didn't say the second provocative sentence.

Harry Potter slid his hand along the other's neck to straighten his lips, and raised his index finger to touch Draoc Malfoy's lips. He raised his eyebrows with the intention of provoking trouble, "Okay, I'll wait."

Draco Malfoy only felt his heart skip a second. From the moment the black-haired savior in front of him pushed him on the bed, Draco Malfoy couldn't figure out how Harry Potter was able to tickle his heart so precisely every time. .For example, right now, that guy's hand is on his lips, with anticipation and a gentle and bright smile in his brows and eyes.

kiss him!Now!immediately!immediately!There was a demon in his head roaring wildly.

Of course, he did.

Starting from the savior's fingers, then the palm, the wrist, his lips brushed across the lines in Harry Potter's palm all the way down, then he held that hand and moved closer to the face of the black-haired youth.

Harry Potter probably didn't expect Draco Malfoy to give him a kiss so easily, they leaned against the banister of the stairs and hugged each other, exchanging one warm and soft kiss after another.

After they ended the kiss reluctantly, Draco Malfoy held Harry Potter's wrist, turned up the stairs and went straight to the living room. The blond young man pointed to the sofa and asked him to sit there.

Harry Potter sat on the sofa and watched as another person put the drop bottle brought up from the basement on the coffee table, squeezed the dropper inserted into it, and then pulled out the dropper and pinched it in his hand.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of Harry Potter, took off the latter's glasses with his free hand and raised his jaw, "Close your eyes," he said softly.

Harry Potter naturally knew what this guy was going to do, and closed his eyes cooperatively, "Is this thing useful?"

"You're questioning my potion level and the professor's formula." Draco Malfoy said displeasedly while gently propping Harry Potter's eyelids, dripping the potion into it.

"Professor Snape?" Harry Potter asked, cold liquid dripping down the eyedropper, gradually covering his entire eyeball.

"Otherwise?" Draco Malfoy reinserted the dropper after filling the potion for the other party, and sat down beside Harry Potter, "Turn around twice, don't open your eyes, and close them for a while."

Harry Potter leaned towards the heat source beside him, leaned his head on the blond young man's shoulder, closed his eyes and said, "I don't seem to feel anything special."

"What else do you want to feel?" Draco Malfoy sneered.

"I thought it would hurt a little or—" Harry Potter frowned, "You know, some of the drops went into it and the whole eyeball seemed to be set on fire."

"Unfortunately, I have never had such an experience." Draco Malfoy said, "In addition to relieving fatigue, this potion can gradually restore part of your vision, but it can't restore it to normal levels." Trying to get rid of those stupid glasses, Potter."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Harry Potter closed his eyes and shrugged, his phone vibrated suddenly in his pocket, Harry Potter fumbled to take it out, swiped casually on the screen, and handed it to Draco Malfoy, "Who is that?" ?”

Draco Malfoy took the phone, it was a WLM message, from Hermioen Granger.

"Granger, do you mind if I watch it for you?"

"Of course not." Harry Potter moved closer to Draco Malfoy, as if he had to close his eyes to see clearly what was on the screen, "What did Hermione say?"

Draco Malfoy clicked on the message, "she said," he read the content word by word, "'I haven't seen this symbol before, I will check the Ministry of Magic's database and wait for my news.' What symbol ?”

"Look at the picture I sent her." Harry Potter motioned the other party to look up, "I found it in your memory, the drawing board of the exhibition."

Draco Malfoy clicked on the picture according to the other party's instructions, and the inexplicable symbol appeared in front of his eyes. Draco Malfoy frowned, pointing at the picture with both hands, zooming in on the outermost ring.

"Potter, is there a line of text on the outermost circle of this thing?" He asked in a deep voice.

"?!" Startled, Harry Potter suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, "How do you know? Have you seen it?"

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "I've seen it before, I think, I should know what it is."

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