Get out, Canalia! Once again, you try to slip me such a bullshit - I'll give Bellatrix to the squad ... in the form of a manual for testing new combat spells! Snapped a young man, or even a young man, that because of his gray hair in his temples, his weekly stubble, and his simply overwhelming gaze, he seemed much older than his true age.
The door slammed, behind which were heard the quick, or even rather awesome steps of the worker who got the drag.
Sitting at a desk that once belonged to the British Minister of Magic, he sighed heavily and, taking off his round glasses in a thin metal frame, massaged his sore eyes.
“And Voldemort wanted that?” Muttered the guy tiredly, leaning back in his chair. “Of my own free will, I would never agree.”
“Harry, are you very busy?” - after a light knock on the door, the girl's head immediately popped into the door.
“Come in, Hermione,” Potter waved languidly, invitingly, and it was he.
The door opened completely, and Hermione Granger almost swam into the study, ringing loudly on the parquet with thin high heels. From herself, she retained only a crazy love for the accumulation of knowledge and assertiveness. In everything else ... well, you need to start with the fact that from that very day under the walls of Hogwarts and ended with the massacre, and after the execution of most of the state apparatus, in the halls of the Ministry, she never once wore anything even remotely resembling pants. Only skirts and dresses. Also, shoes always had a considerable heel.
What can I say - now she was wearing a dress in the best traditions of the Gothic Lolith adjusted for the comfort of daily wearing and magical etiquette, of which she also became an adherent. Because runic embroidery was on all the details of clothing, including underwear.
- You still can’t move away from the shock? - ironically inquired now the last Dark Lord of the last millennium and the first of the coming.
“I saw who I could become,” the girl answered easily, moving her shoulder, shifting from one foot to the other. “There was basically one chair in Potter’s office, and he was occupied by his own seat. - And then repeatedly reviewed memories. And I saw that the other I enjoyed every step, every breath that she lived.
“I understand,” the Unkillable Creature again closed his eyes, as he was christened by those who disagreed with the new policy of magical Britain. - HE showed me his memories. From and to. And those who think that strangers came to us from a more prosperous world are greatly mistaken. The triad has changed a lot in its world, sometimes breaking through the knee. And I have to go their own way just to get our home world out of the ass.
“I don't blame you at all, Harry,” Hermione shook her head lightly, habitually folding her arms at her waist and leaning forward a little.
“Thank you,” the magician grinned wearily. “Uh ... so you wanted something?”
“In addition to the report on the Department of Secrets, I also wanted to share a couple of news with you. I think if they do not amuse you, then at least stir it up.
- Even so? Intrigued.
“To begin with, really funny news - Malfoy Jr. showed up yesterday.” He was seen in the red light district of Paris.
“And what's so funny?”
“Well, he was dressed in a latex nun outfit, had a third breast size, and was in the company of two pumped black squibs.”
“Malfoys ...” Potter managed to hide, covering his face and giggling nervously. “They still cannot calm down with their mania to remove the curse and awaken the Legacy.” I even feel a little sorry for Draco. I wonder what next time Lucius will come up with? Especially considering that he has had three leaks in recent years ...
“They saw Ron a week ago.”
- Weasley? - Now the former Chosen one looked surprised. “I thought he was missing when he disappeared from the ward for the seriously ill in Mungo two years ago.” And where did they see him?
- In a small village near Yorkshire. He came out of the forest. He was in tattered clothes and with many small scars on all visible parts of the body.
