[HP]Helen Pan

"I've tidied up a room for you, the first room on the left hand side of the stairs on the second floor." I knocked on the bathroom door and said loudly, but the sound of rushing water seemed to completely overwhelm my voice. Covered up.I touched my nose boredly, and when I was about to turn around and leave, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped, and then the door behind me was swung open.

"Do you have any clothes here?" Draco touched the water stains on his face, and then casually brushed his wet hair back. He didn't know why such a simple action seemed very masculine.He only wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and his young and fit body was almost completely exposed at this moment.

"Draco." My eyes scanned him from head to toe, and then I said seriously.

"Huh?" The water kept slipping from his hair, along his forehead to the corners of his eyes, which made him close his eyes uncomfortably and shake his head.

"Draco, I didn't expect that although you look very thin, you are very handsome." As I said that, I looked at his lower abdomen meaningfully. The tight muscles were wrapped in tight skin, which looked extraordinarily alive .Then I looked at his chest again, "Well, it's still pretty pink."

"Clothes!" A thin blush appeared on Draco's cheeks, he turned his head and looked away unnaturally, his hands were tightly clutching the door as if ready to slam it shut anytime.

Then I pulled out my wand and cast a flying spell downstairs, "I don't have your clothes here, but I washed the clothes you threw to me, and I used the water removal spell, so I can change them now. "Speaking, I held the flying clothes in front of Draco, the muscles on his cheeks were faintly visible, which seemed to show that he was clenching his teeth hard, "You seem to be in a bad mood?" I asked, but the voice Before it fell, the bathroom door closed with a bang in front of me.

In order to entertain Draco, I cooked my mother's best pea soup, took out the baguette I just bought yesterday, and fried two steaks.Although it is not too rich, it is also the highest level that I can produce in my current sloppy life.

"I didn't expect you to come today, so I didn't prepare anything to eat." As I said that, I put the food on the table one by one, and then sat down and prayed, "Maybe, if you are free tomorrow, you can do some shopping. Something you want to eat." I shook off the napkin and put it on my lap.

Draco didn't answer and just started to eat in silence, but his slow look was the opposite of what he was in the bar just now.For my obviously overcooked steak, he just frowned slightly when he cut the first cut, and ate it naturally.

It seems that all of us have been polished into another look by our current lives.

"Where is the report you wrote?" Draco casually flipped through the newspaper on the table, flipping through the thin paper.

Such a question made me feel a little ashamed, I stretched out my hand silently and turned the newspaper two pages back, "Here is what I wrote." I pointed to the postage stamp-sized piece of the wild short-nosed fire-throated dragon found in the suburbs of London. Report, "And here." My fingers moved to the old lady's cat hunting notice in Diagon Alley.

"Oh." Draco nodded, and smiled very calmly, "What a great reporter."

"..."

The days have not changed much since Draco moved in. Under the premise that Voldemort's shadow hangs over London, I hate London's fickle weather even more.Sometimes when I'm sitting in my office writhing my guts trying to squeeze some more words out of my head, I'll think of the sunshine in a small Italian town, my parents, Michael, football, everything that can be done. Something that makes me feel very unreal in my current life.Draco leaves early and returns late every day in a mysterious way, but I never ask about his whereabouts. Excessive curiosity will only kill the cat.

Recently, even the news about Harry's whereabouts has become less and less. I feel that I am about to lose touch with the Order of the Phoenix when I stay in this newspaper.

Suddenly, an owl appeared outside the window of the newspaper office. It flapped its wings, yelled, and slammed into the window. It felt like it was about to smash the window.

Rita's chair made a nice turn, and then she looked at me with a straight face and said, "Go and open the window."

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my nose, stretched out my arms and opened the latch on the window, and the owl landed on my desk and made a mess of my manuscript.Rita removed the letter from its lap, and was surprised to find that it was a Howler letter.

The letter unfolded itself, and cried out: Scollinger is dead!Scoringer is dead!Scoringer was killed in his apartment! ! !

For a while, everyone in the office fell silent, only the shouting letter was screaming hysterically.

Rita and I exchanged glances, Scollinger, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, is dead...

"Big news!!! Hurry up!!!" Rita stood up, throwing all the quills in her hand out excitedly.I immediately rushed to the camera on the table, and I didn't care about the manuscript of this evening's paper, so I rushed out of the office.

When I arrived at the apartment where Scoringer died, the Ministry of Magic had already surrounded the apartment. I took out my press card from the Daily Prophet, but I was still only able to shoot outside the door of the room where the incident occurred.Through the shoulders of the staff who were blocking the outside, I saw that the body of Scollinger was placed on the ground, covered with a layer of white cloth.The room was very tidy and there was no sign of a fight, but the wall behind the corpse was also tightly covered with a white cloth. The wind came in through the window, faintly lifting a corner of the white cloth, leaving scorched black marks on the road.

That seemed to be the Dark Mark.

"Stand back, please!" The person in charge of security continued to push us back, he said loudly, "About today's matter, the Ministry of Magic will hold an official press conference tomorrow, please go to the Ministry of Magic for an interview tomorrow!"

"Is this the Dark Lord's fault!?" I questioned the staff of the Ministry of Magic who blocked my further filming. The other party felt embarrassed at first, but under my repeated questioning, he still nodded cryptically.

This is the staff of St. Mungo's Hospital just walked out of the room where the crime happened. The coroner was immediately surrounded by us reporters. He looked back frequently in embarrassment. I followed his line of sight, I saw a tall middle-aged man in the room. Judging from his identity, he was probably the highest leader of the Ministry of Magic staff here.

"I can't say too much. The Ministry of Magic will hold an official press conference under specific circumstances." Mr. Coroner hesitated for a long time, and finally just left a vague sentence, "Mr. Stringer died very tragically. Great." After speaking, the coroner left under the clearing of the Ministry of Magic, and I seized the time to snap a few more photos before taking the tram back to the newspaper office.

From the coroner's mouth, it is not difficult to conclude that Stringer may have suffered a lot of torture before his death, and the other party probably used Cruciatus or the like, which can cause physical and mental harm to the victim before his death. Pain spell.And with this method, apart from the fact that the murderer has a tendency to torture and kill and enjoys the torture process, then he probably wants to get some information.

So what did Voldemort want from Stringer?

And did Stringer confess as he wished?

What kind of political conspiracy is there in tomorrow's so-called official press conference?

"Pan! Why are you here now!" I heard Rita screaming as soon as I got back to the office, her mouth was open, I could almost see her little tongue quivering, "Look at what time it is now , I can’t catch up with today’s evening paper! Do you know what it means to delay such an important news by one night?!” Rita pushed her eyes away, and then snatched the interview script and camera from my arms with both hands, “If Let other newspapers publish the news of Stringer's death first, and if it affects the circulation of our newspaper, you just wait and get out!" With that, she turned and walked into her exclusive office, and then closed the door with a touch.

"Forget it, don't worry. Anyway, we can't keep up with the evening paper, and neither can other newspapers." My colleague Rita patted my shoulder and comforted me softly.

I shrugged my shoulders, and after I finished writing my article on the section of the find notice before the deadline, I packed up and went home.I still went to Grimmauld Square first, and when Kreacher opened the door, he still had that strange look in his eyes. He stared at me like a thief.

"Kreacher, this information is very urgent. If it is delayed in your hands, it will shame the Black family, and your mistress will be ashamed of you." I was a little worried because seeing Kreacher's appearance It's not like he really wants to serve the Order of the Phoenix.

"Got it! Got it!" Kreacher almost jumped up when he heard my words, he stared fiercely at his surprisingly big eyes and said, "Kreacher will pass it on!"

When I got back to my residence in Fandao Lane, I found that there was no light in the whole room.I thought Draco hadn't come back yet, so I cast a spell to light up the lights in the house, and I was going to make some food first.But when I passed the corridor, I found Draco sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, with his head thrown back against the back of the sofa, motionless and dead quiet.

This reminded me of Stringer covered in a white cloth that I saw in that apartment today, and he was so peacefully still.

I felt like my heart was strangled by someone, and the blood in my body stopped flowing.It wasn't until I walked in front of him quickly and found that his chest was still rising and falling regularly and steadily, and his gray-blue eyes were open, but he seemed not energetic, so I let out a breath of relief.I sat down beside him, lifted the hem of his clothes with one hand and stretched it in, and pressed the palm against the warm skin on his chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat wrapped in skin and muscles.

"It seems that Stringer's little tricks were discovered by him." Draco said, his voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, "He must be planning to support a puppet minister."

"Yeah." I moved and leaned my head against his neck to make myself more comfortable, "It's okay, the big deal is to start all over again."

"Hmm. It looks like I need to reorganize it." Draco sighed a long time, "The Ministry of Magic can't go this way. We can only work on those nobles."

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