【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

The woman with long blond hair looked at the too narrow entrance in front of her. Seeing that the people in the room did not intend to widen the entrance, she hesitated for a moment, raised her legs and squeezed in sideways.Unexpectedly, she didn't collide with the door frame and didn't encounter any obstacles, but she still chose to show a slightly surprised look, and cast a puzzled look at the other woman who opened the door for her.

"A little spell." Anna Molson responded to the other's gaze.

The girl with long blond hair turned her eyes away, and looked at the secrets inside, "You asked me?" She asked, and she frowned slightly as she looked around, with disgust in her tone, Picking up his chin, he asked, "Why does it have to be in this kind of place?"

"I'm very sorry, it's not me." AnnaMolson shook her head peacefully, she pointed upstairs, "The person who invited you is waiting for you in the attic, she may be able to answer your questions."

The girl glanced at the top of the floor along the stairs, snorted dissatisfiedly, and asked, "I have an appointment with someone, but I'm hiding in the attic?"

"I'm sorry miss, she's a bit introverted."

"Oh—introverted." The girl smirked and dragged the end of the voice angrily, and glanced at the other party, "Are you sure you're not a mute? Or did she hire you to be her owl?"

Anna Molson was also not angry, but gave way to the stairs behind her, and just repeated: "She is waiting for you, in the attic at the top."

Lavender looked up at the spiraling stairs, glanced at Anna Molson again, subconsciously touched the emerald earrings on her earlobes, and walked up the stairs.

Anna Molson did not go upstairs with her, but just watched her walk up to the second floor platform and then left the stairs.

Lavender went upstairs very slowly. The girl held on to the handrail of the stairs with one hand, and the skirt with the other hand, and went up very slowly step by step. The collision between the leather heels and the wooden floor echoed sharply among the empty floors. .She looked at the arrangement of facilities on each floor. There were various bottles and cans on the material shelf, and a rather old box was sealed on the innermost shelf of the third floor under the attic. The girl did not stop. He stepped down, but subconsciously squinted his eyes and took a second look.

The footsteps stopped when the girl reached the attic.

The attic at the top is very quiet, only a girl with brown half-long hair is wearing a royal blue knee-length dress with her slender legs exposed, sitting in front of the window, holding a drawing board, and the tip of the pen is constantly sweeping the rustle of the rough paper The noise and the wind outside the window filled the entire attic.

Different from the emptiness when Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy came before, there was still a low table and two wicker chairs in the attic at this time, apparently waiting for someone.

"You asked me out?" Lavender asked coldly standing at the stairs.

The girl sitting in front of the window did not answer, still focusing on the painting in her hand.

Lavender passed the short table and walked straight towards the girl. She stood still in front of the drawing board of the other party. The latter didn't seem to be affected by him at all, still staring at the drawing board steadily, and the movements of her hands never stopped.The blond woman walked around the drawing board and stood beside the girl in front of her, her eyes fixed on the drawing board.

A sketch of a character, depicting Harry Potter—the savior standing on the first floor of this material store, with one hand resting on the counter and his head slightly lowered, with a slightly serious expression.

The Savior in the painting was dressed exactly as he had arrived the day he had arrived with Draco Malfoy.

Lavender took two steps back, leaning against the window frame with her arms folded, waiting for the girl to finish her creation.

After about a quarter of an hour, the girl finally put down her pen.

"Sorry for the long wait." The little girl's voice was a little hoarse and low. She turned her head to look at the visitor behind her, with a sweet smile on her lips, "Mrs. Lavender, how are you?"

"Hello." Lavender didn't look at her, her gaze was still on the drawing board, and she greeted casually.

"Do you like it?" The little girl asked, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

"No need."

The little girl seemed a little surprised, she frowned and muttered something in her mouth, "I thought you would definitely like him...you obviously like him very much."

Lavender was taken aback, and he looked at the girl who was looking sideways at the painting he had just finished and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Did I guess wrong?" The little girl bit her thumbnail, then raised her head to meet Lavender's eyes, "Aren't you and I the same kind of people?"

Lavender carefully looked at the girl's appearance in front of her. Although she had long hair, her facial features were quite similar to the male suspect in the photos of the suspect he had seen in the Ministry of Magic before, whether it was the eyebrows, eyes, cheekbones or even—— Her eyes moved down the man's jaw, and if she saw correctly, the protruding Adam's apple in the throat was not at all the size that a girl should have.

"I know you? Or, have we met?"

The little girl shook her head, "Of course not."

Lavender smiled, contemptuously and somewhat provocatively. She curled her lips and looked at the little girl disdainfully, "Then why do you say that we are the same kind of people? Before you get sentimental, I suggest that you should at least understand some basic information. "

The little girl stood up from the chair and stretched her waist. She completely ignored the hostility in the other party's tone, and said in a cheerful tone, "Dale Oakes, my name." She walked around the drawing board and sat down next to the short table , making tea by herself, "I'm your big fan." She winked mischievously at the blonde woman.

The same surname as the male suspect was changed to a female name, Lavender did not move, and carefully examined the other party, "So?"

"I've read all your stories, about him." Dale Oakes was calm, she pointed to the drawing board, "I can feel it from your words, you like him."

Lavender was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "I'm a fan author, so what's the problem with writing stories for characters I like?"

"Then let me put it another way." The little girl shook the teapot in her hand, "You are different from others, you have a special feeling for that man." She set up two teacups with cyan glaze and raised her head slightly He asked, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No thanks." Lavender rejected her, raised her eyebrows and teased, "Compared with your tea, I'm more interested in what kind of 'special' emotion you think I have for that guy."

"You love him," Dale Oakes said firmly, and she added in another proud tone when the other man squinted dangerously at her, "Same as me."

"Sorry?" Lavender questioned and asked warily, "What did you say?"

The girl seemed to be very happy, with a picky tone, "How do you say those Muggle words?" She tapped her teacup with her fingers, and made a gesture of thinking, "Ah, I think...Girlfriend fan? Or wife? Powder?" She rolled her eyes, "Hmm...Duwei?" She took a sip from her teacup, probably quite satisfied with the drink she had brewed, took a deep breath of self-sufficiency, and continued, "In short, we I only like Harry alone."

"Don't get me wrong, miss, I'm a fan author." Lavender suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"Of course." The girl nodded knowingly while holding a teacup, "Of course you are a very good writer, but this is not a conflict, is it? What's more—" She raised her head and stared at the other person's gray eyes , "You probably never felt that the two men in the novel would have any emotions other than hatred." She continued under the other's increasingly scrutinizing and gloomy eyes, she curled her lips, not hiding her disgust at all , "Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater, Harry Potter's deadly enemy in student days, arrogant and vitriolic, indirectly led to Dumbledore's death, this kind of person, why can he stand with Harry."

Her tone became more and more disdainful as she scolded Draco Malfoy, and the joy in her eyes became sharper. Standing opposite her, Lavender even noticed that the fingernails of the girl holding the teacup were turning white. DaleOakes added: "Oh yes, why didn't the Ministry of Magic completely throw their family into Azkaban back then? The Wizengamot's records clearly stated the charges."

"Did you check the Wizengamot's court records?" Lavender stared at the girl with her arms folded.

"Yes." The other party did not hesitate.

"Then I think you should also know why he was acquitted." Lavender said coldly, "The Wizengamot's trial records are also very clear about the trial results."

"His mother helped Harry at a crucial moment, that's all." The girl put down her teacup and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't think this can take away from the fact that they are indeed Voldemort's confidantes, and—"

"—What you think may not be the truth!" Lavender interrupted her sharply, she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her slightly agitated state, she lowered her voice and said, "Miss Oakes, you are looking for me today Came here just to discuss whether Draco Malfoy should be damned?"

The girl quickly waved her hand, "No, no, of course not, I want to say—" She poured herself another cup of tea, with a smile on her face again, "What do you think of those past dessert cases?"

Lavender pretended to be puzzled, "What dessert?"

"You don't know?" Dale Oakes looked at him in surprise, "Don't you even care about the case that Harry is in charge of?"

"I don't have that kind of leisure."

"Oh—it's a pity." The girl looked very disappointed, "It seems that we are not the same way." She sighed, "But it doesn't matter, this does not affect our cooperation."

The blond woman narrowed her eyes slightly, looking wary, "Cooperation?"

"That's right." Dale Oakes picked up the phone from the coffee table, and she swipe it twice, showing the screen to Lavender, "Look, he's so handsome."

Lavender leaned forward, and on the screen was a photo of Harry Potter, a recent photo, and the background was extremely familiar.

Dale Oakes saw that the other party did not respond to her, and the look on her face did not show joy, but became more serious. She pointed to the second person in the corner of the photo who only had one arm in the picture and added a sentence , "Do you know who he was with at the time?"

"Who?" Lavender asked in agreement.

Dale Oakes slowly spit out a name: "Draco Malfoy." She stared carefully at the face of the person opposite, but she didn't see any surprise or other emotions, and then she was very proud, "Look, I said That's right!"

"Nothing wrong."

"You never really wanted the savior to belong to someone else." Dale Oakes put his phone away, "If you are really a CP fan, even if you don't show it on your face when you hear that sentence just now, it is impossible to show it in your eyes." No joy."

Lavender snorted softly, "I'm sorry, I just think you're lying."

"Huh? Lying?" Dale Oakes shook his fingers, then raised his chin and pointed to the lavender booth, "I didn't, they showed up in this store together yesterday, standing right where you are leaning now .”

"so what?"

"Look, you're not surprised at all." Dale Oakes propped his chin on one hand and tilted his head to look at the blonde woman opposite, "Unless you knew they were here, otherwise—" She stood up suddenly, and Once I moved my shoulder blades, moved two steps to face Lavender, and met the eyes under the eyebrows that had been locked together, "Since you are not Pancy Parkinson, then you must be someone she knows. You must know that I just started to know about Lavender. I'm a little surprised that it's that woman." The corner of the girl's lips twitched, "After all, she is the rumored ex-girlfriend of Draco Malfoy."

Lavender leaned back a little, putting distance between the two of them, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Mrs. Lavender, who are you?" the girl asked curiously.

"Since you've found Pansy Parkinson, why not keep going," she challenged.

Dale Oakes shook his head, "It doesn't matter now, remember the cooperation I said before?" She put on a particularly sincere face, "Mrs. Lavender, can you do me a favor?"

The blond man didn't speak, but just stared at the girl's increasingly thick smile that could not help but send chills down her spine.

Dale Oakes spoke briskly, her eyebrows slightly curved, "Kill Draco Malfoy."

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Merry X'mas——!