【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Lavender hadn't liked this girl full of nonsense since she saw Dale Oakes, and at this moment she was even more sure that the girl was more than 90.00% out of her mind.

The blond was expressionless, "Miss Oakes, I'm a writer, not a killer."

"I know." DaleOakes was still smiling, "Ah, sorry, I may not have made it clear." She turned around, sat back in the rattan chair, picked up the teacup and sent it in the direction of the other party. Made a gesture of toasting, "I mean, use your pen."

Lavender gave a dry "Oh", she raised her eyebrows, "You asked me to write a story."

"Yes."

"No grudges in the past, no grudges in the present, why should I write a story to let him die on the first page?" Lavender asked back.

The girl put down her teacup, and slowly said in disapproval: "Death on the first page? What's the point of that, of course, it is to usher in death when the story is full of hope or before dawn." She seemed to be Thinking carefully about how to give Draco Malfoy a perfect process of embracing death, "Although you are an author committed to BE, it seems that you have never written about character death." She picked up the teapot and shook it, the water temperature had dropped quite a bit, The girl drew out her wand and cast a constant temperature spell, "I'm curious, Mrs. Lavender, why you never wrote this setting."

Lavender didn't answer her right away. Dale Oakes glanced at the former out of the corner of his eye. The blonde woman on the opposite side stared at her teapot silently. Dale Oakes poured a cup of tea for her intimately, and delivered it with a floating spell. In front of Lavender.

"Death is a kind of kindness." Lavender said suddenly with drooping eyelids, "Only by living, desperately and painfully. Life is the breeding ground for tragedies."

Dale Oakes' hand holding his wand trembled a little when he heard the words, and the teacup floating in the air lost its support along with the fluctuation of magic power, and immediately fell freely towards the center of the earth. The moment the teacup started to fall, the blond fan author With quick eyes and hands, he reached out from the bottom of the teacup to hold the base of the teacup. Fortunately, the tea was no longer boiling hot, and the splashed tea dripped on Lavender's skin, which was warm.Holding the teacup in her hand, she took a few steps to the low table and put the teacup on the table, and then sat in the wicker chair opposite Dale Oakes.

Dale Oakes' eyes moved along with Lavender's movements, and his eyes did not hide his admiration for Lavender's words just now. The light in his eyes even made the blond man on the opposite side quite uncomfortable.

"Sure enough! I saw the right person!" DaleOakes was so excited, she leaned forward and asked with her forearm supporting the short couple, "Then what do you plan to write in your next story? You don't like Malfoy, I can see that .If you don’t plan to write about the death of a character, then imprisonment? Abuse? Disablement? Oh, no, no..." The girl counted all kinds of writing plots that could be called taboo subjects, and she raised one hand to support Whispering her forehead, she muttered, "You don't seem to have this kind of physical abuse style, heart abuse? If you are a sadomasochist type, then it's better—" She suddenly brightened her eyes, "Let that former Death Eater have one-sided love for the rest of his life! "

Lavender glanced at her, leaned back in the chair, "I've written it."

"Then break up after dating and never see each other again!"

"I've written it." The author of the fanfic rested one leg on top of the other, and crossed his hands naturally.

"Or don't date at all, two-way secret love but perfect miss!"

"I've written it too." The blond man turned his head to look at the girl opposite who was still in high spirits, "Are you my reader? Didn't you say you've read them all?"

"Hey..." Dale Oakes scratched his head, "No, I remember you definitely didn't write about two-way crushes, you wrote about Draco Malfoy's unrequited love."

Lavender chuckled almost inaudibly, "Maybe you can go back and review the past to see if I wrote it or not." The index finger of her right hand with her crossed hands tapped the back of her left hand intentionally or unintentionally, "By the way, You don't have to think about it anymore, I refuse this kind of cooperation."

Dale Oakes hung his head weakly, leaned against the back of the chair with his mouth flattened, put one hand on his forehead and closed his eyes, muttering, "But, I still want him to die."

Lavender frowned subconsciously, "Why?"

Dale Oakes breathed a sigh of relief, and said lightly: "He is with the savior."

...? !

Lavender straightened her body in an instant, staring at the girl with unconcealable shock in her gray eyes. Dale Oakes was calm, and he didn't feel that he had said any shocking news just a second ago.

Dale Oakes looked at the astonishment of the blond man opposite and smiled, "Seeing you like this, are you willing to help me now?"

"Why do you think I've changed my mind?"

"Because we are on the same road." The girl replied logically, "You should not be shocked that your CP has come true, but that Harry was snatched away by that disgusting guy, isn't it?"

The blond woman seemed to understand the logic of the girl's behavior, "Is that why you want to kill him?"

"Yeah." Dale Oakes didn't hide it.

"So, you really want to kill Draco Malfoy." Lavender emphasized every word, with a serious and stern expression, "You don't just want me to write a story."

"Hmm..." Dale Oakes rubbed his chin, "My plan is for you to write a story for me."

"A story about the murder of Draco Malfoy?"

"That's right!" Dale Oakes looked at the opposite person with a smile.

Lavender clenched her fists unconsciously, "Then you can carry out a scripted murder according to my plot?" She smiled, "I don't want to become an accomplice of a murderer."

"Wow, how did you know?" Dale Oakes pretended to be surprised, but then became extremely complacent, "Don't worry, they won't be able to find you." She pointed her fingers at the person opposite to get closer, and she poked her head to get closer. Lavender continued in a low voice, "Look, if I don't ask you to meet, the Ministry of Magic won't even know who I am. And—" There was a creepy gurgle in her throat , the voice didn't sound like a laugh, it was more like the rubbing sound of something moving back and forth in her throat, "Those idiots in the Ministry of Magic, oh of course not including Harry, but then again, even if the Savior himself , can’t live with me either.”

"Heh, miss, we met for the first time today, do you think I will believe your damned words?" Lavender sneered with a slight arc on her mouth, "The Ministry of Magic is not as useless as you imagined."

The girl opened the distance between the two of them, and leaned against the wicker chair again, "Really? Do you think they have evidence for the things I did?"

Lavender had a serious expression, "What have you done?"

Dale Oakes spread his hands indifferently, "Nothing, just a little trouble."

Lavender withdrew her leaning body, but her eyes remained on Dale Oakes' face, "Miss Oakes, come out to mess around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

"Then I'll wait." The girl raised her teacup again and greeted Lavender with a smile, "Anyway, I'm very glad that you can meet Mrs. Lavender, chatting with you is really pleasant."

"I'm sorry, I don't think so." The blond man stood up from the wicker chair, and the long skirt fell naturally.

"Are you leaving?" Dale Oakes was full of reluctance in her words, she raised her face and asked pitifully, "Are you really not considering cooperation?"

Lavender cast a contemptuous glance at the other party, and said lazily, "What benefits can I gain from cooperating with you?"

"What benefits do you want?"

The blond-haired woman curled her lips, showing a different kind of soft and gentle smile than the previous mocking ones. Her eyes wandered in the attic and finally stopped on DaleOakes' drawing board, "I want Yes, you can't give it." She glanced at Dale Oakes from the corner of her eye, who was obviously confused, she put one hand on the girl's shoulder, leaned over slightly, and whispered a gratifying tune in the other's ear, "not to mention , I've got it."

Dale Oakes sat in the rattan chair and watched the fan author leave the attic. She didn't stand up until the sound of the other's footsteps completely disappeared in the potion shop, and then she stood up and went downstairs.

It's time to leave.

Downstairs, Anna Molson was waving her wand to pack all the items in the store back into a wooden box, and she stuffed all the potion ingredients into the box that didn't look that big from the outside.She noticed that Dale Oakes just nodded at him when he appeared at the stairs, and continued to pack his bags.

***

The woman with long blond hair felt windy under her feet, with a gloomy face exuding eagerness and anger. She rushed into the elevator from the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, and then rushed into a meeting room of the Auror Command.

She slammed the door open, and yelled at the red-haired man in the room before anyone could walk in: "Ron, arrest someone!"

"Don't worry buddy, we have already notified the Auror team when you apparated in Diagon Alley, and if there is no accident, it should be almost here now." Ron Weasley held the phone, and the projection screen on the desktop still stayed in the previous woman The scene was shot in the potion shop at 83b Diagon Alley, "Damn it, I never expected that this bitch would really want to kill someone.

Harry Potter took off the emerald earrings from his ears, tapped his wand, and all the information recorded in the earrings were presented in this conference room.

Hermione Granger handed a bottle of makeup remover water to Hary Potter, who still kept her blonde appearance, "The black magic items in the box on the shelf on the third floor are indeed enough to sentence her for several months, but as she said, we still have no proof , and the things recorded by this earring cannot be used as fair and aboveboard evidence in court."

"Thank you Mione, wash it later, let me finish first." Harry Potter switched the video to the entrance of the store, "You guessed right Mione, there is indeed a magic detection at the entrance, and it is indeed safer to choose disguise than the Transfiguration Charm, so My voice has remained the original sound since I entered the door without any processing, and although the tone has changed, it is difficult to ensure that they recognize my true identity." He continued to fast-forward the video, stopped on the second floor, and shifted his gaze To the two potion consultants in the room, "Is the ingredient you mentioned here?"

Terence nodded, pointed to a glass bottle in the corner, "The one in the lower right corner."

Harry Potter zoomed in on the screen and confirmed again, "Are you sure it's this one?"

"Yes."

"Then start by checking the raw materials of the potion, and the painting she drew can prove that she has indeed been to the exhibition, and the portrait on the drawing board was made by the same person." Harry Potter continued to adjust the screen, "The third floor Some of these black magic items should also be used to make rings, so we do not lack evidence, what is important is that we lack a name to arrest her."

"So are you going to use premeditated murder now or—" Ron Weasley asked.

Harry Potter shook his head, "Premeditated murder is not acceptable. After all, she just expressed her ideas and didn't implement them, so she still has to use the name of hiding black magic items."

"Then wait for news from the Aurors," Hermione Granger said.

Harry Potter nodded in agreement.

Another blond young man in the conference room who had been silent for a long time still frowned after everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at the savior's face that had been changed by makeup, stood up with a click, and grabbed the table and was left in the cold. The cleansing water pulled Harry Potter's wrist and was about to leave. Harry Potter was staggered by the sudden tugging. Seeing the bottle in Draco Malfoy's other hand, he probably knew what this guy was going to do next. He rushed to the others before he was dragged out of the meeting room by the other party. Shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Draco Malfoy pushed Harry Potter into the bathroom closest to the conference room and walked in himself, closing the door with a bang and not forgetting to add a locking spell.

Harry Potter took off the blond wig on his head completely, carelessly ruffled his hair twice, rubbed his scalp and restored his messy black curly hair.He turned on the faucet, wiped his face carelessly with cold water, and when he looked up again, there was already an opened bottle of makeup remover beside the sink.

The savior mumbled a thank you to those around him.

Draco Malfoy stood aside watching Harry Potter wash off the thick layer of makeup on his face and return to his original appearance again.

Harry Potter wiped off the water on his face with two paper towels, and looked in the mirror at another guy who never took his eyes off him from the beginning to the end. He blinked his left eye at him from the mirror, and smiled. .

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes, stepped forward and put Harry Potter on the shoulder to turn him towards him.

"What do you think?" The savior looked at the other party slyly, "I acted well."

"Not bad!" Draco Malfoy stared at Harry Potter's gray eyes and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. "Take off your contact lenses, Muggle things."

"Oh, I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me." Harry Potter faced the mirror again, and carefully removed the soft lenses attached to his eyeballs, "Don't tell me, this thing is quite useful, but it might not be suitable for me."

"Nonsense, your eyes are so red, don't you feel it yourself?"

"Too focused, a little bit at the beginning, so I don't have the time to think about it later."

Draco Malfoy fished a small bottle from his pocket and motioned Harry Potter to turn to him again, "You're going to be fucking blind sooner or later. Close your eyes and don't move."

Of course Harry Potter knew what it was, so he obediently raised his head and closed his eyes.

The instant the ice-cold potion wrapped the eyeballs did relieve a lot of fatigue and discomfort, the savior closed his eyes, and the eyeballs rolled back and forth under the eyelids a few times, and when he opened them again, although it was blurry, he did feel It cleared up a lot.

"By the way, what do you mean by that sentence?" Harry Potter narrowed his eyes, trying to see the expression of the person in front of him more clearly.

"That sentence?"

"When she asked why you never write character deaths." The Savior took a step forward, bringing the distance between the two of them, and now he could see every subtle movement of Draco Malfoy's facial muscles.

The green stud attached to Harry Potter's ear is essentially a micro-communication device. The audio images collected in real time are transmitted back to the Ministry of Magic, processed through the Ministry of Magic's terminal, and can even make a see-through effect. That's why they got I don't know what's in those boxes.

And this communication device also allowed the wearer to receive the voice from the Ministry of Magic. When Dale Oakes asked that question, Harry Potter heard the answer from Draco Malfoy.

"I just thought of it, after all, she was asking me." Draco Malfoy teased playfully, "What's more, you, a big-handed yellow man who is only thinking about driving and giving out sugar, can't understand the joy of tragedy."

"Oh, the joy of tragedy?" Harry Potter's eyes widened incomprehensibly, and he suddenly reached out to stop Draco Malfoy's neck, pulled the other's head closer to him, and quickly pressed his lips against the other's lips.

He didn't continue to kiss Draco Malfoy, but just stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick at the moment their lips touched, moistening the blond youth's lip lines, and it ended in a flash.

"Then I want to ask you, which one do you prefer, the joy of writing tragedies or this moment? Mrs. Lavender?" The savior put his forehead against his boyfriend's forehead with a smile.

Draco Malfoy's hands had already wrapped around Harry Potter's waist. Given that the other party was still wearing that long skirt, the waist line was even more distinct, "Thanks to our Miss Sissy, everyone has their own fun." He hugged the savior and trapped the latter in the In front of the washstand, "But for now, I choose you."

"My pleasure."

The fusion between lips and teeth became more and more lingering, Harry Potter's buttocks leaned on the edge of the pool and eagerly embraced that golden head, without lust, without desire, more like treating the most sincere and precious thing in his heart, Carefully, gently and gently kiss.

Taste sweet, suck gracefully.

Tbc

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