HP Dawn Night

2013 February 2, St. Mungo's Magic Hospital for Injuries and Injuries.

The clock pointed to [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and Draco, who had long been indifferent to work, had already started to pack his things and planned to leave work on time: no one would want to stay in the hospital to work overtime on such a big day.

He took out from the closet the clothes that he brought in the morning, suitable for a date, and planned to change into them. While he was adjusting the hem of his cashmere sweater, there was a knock on the office door.Draco glanced at the clock with extreme displeasure - 56:[-] - then cleared his throat and asked, "What is it?"

The voice of the assistant physician came: "Mr. Malfoy, there is an urgent patient who needs treatment."

Draco hated this kind of person who didn't make an appointment and came after get off work, not to mention that today is Valentine's Day! "Is there no other therapist available?" Draco asked while tying his own bow tie, "Eleanor, Owen, Anthony..." The people he reported were either single or had already been assigned to be on duty tonight, Without exception, it is impossible to go out on a date.

"Eleanor is examining Ward 49, Owen is treating another patient, and Anthony...is not qualified." The assistant replied cautiously.

"Will Anthony be unqualified?" Draco thought he had heard wrong.Anthony has passed the master therapist assessment, but his title has not been changed.

"The dean specifically ordered to find a primary therapist, Mr. Malfoy." The assistant replied.

Draco understood immediately.Although he used to belong to this privileged class, now he especially hates people who go through the back door: "You know I have a date tonight, Alex?" Even if this ill-informed patient insists on naming him, Draco I'm not afraid either!

"I know, Mr. Malfoy." The poor assistant had to lower his voice, "This patient is a bit special...he is Harry Potter's youngest son."

"..." Draco finally knew who the big man was.

"Mr. Malfoy?" The assistant who hadn't heard back for a long time asked anxiously.

"Tell them to wait for me in the emergency ward." Draco replied resignedly.If there was one person in the world that Draco couldn't afford to mess with, it was undoubtedly the famous Potter.

Draco did two things in the few minutes it took Alex to lead off - first, put on St. Mungo's uniform again; second, sent a letter downstairs to Violet's office inside.

Then he managed to suppress his anger and went to the emergency room at the other end of the corridor.

"The famous Harry Potter," Draco couldn't help mocking him, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

There were four people standing in the ward—Harry, Ginny, a little girl who was still tottering, and a boy who was looking around.Sitting on the hospital bed was a child about six or seven years old, wearing a baseball cap, with his head hanging down and refusing to speak.

"Hi, Draco." Harry and Draco didn't talk privately after the war, and passed each other a few times or in some public places. From Draco's point of view, Harry hasn't changed from a few years ago, Although he now gives a lot of speeches, for now he still seems to be the inarticulate little boy he once was.

"Well, hello, Mr. Potter." Draco greeted after snorting, "Is this the patient?" He looked at the little boy on the hospital bed. If he remembered correctly, the child's name should be Albus .Draco thought uncomfortably about the old headmaster who had passed away, and his feelings about Dumbledore became more complicated after he happened to read the biography of Dumbledore written by Skeeter and Aberforth respectively.

"Yes." Harry scratched his hair and explained embarrassingly, "James secretly played with Ginny's wand, and ended up casting a curse on Albus, and the result was—" He coaxed the little The son took off his baseball cap, revealing a head of dazzling pink hair.

The boy named James let out a short sneer, Albus let out a whimper, and Ginny gave James a stern look. "You know you're going to be locked up when you get home, James?"

James pouted, but fell silent.

"It looks like a color-changing spell." Draco looked at the Potters suspiciously. This kind of simple spell is the content of the third grade's charm class. They can't be so forgetful, right?

"No, it's not that simple," Ginny said, "At first Albus's hair was cobalt blue, and when we tried to break the spell it suddenly turned orange-yellow, and when Harry tried After a little color-changing potion was dripped on the tail, it suddenly turned pink again."

"Okay." Draco shrugged, picked up his wand and began to check for Albus, "So this should be a counter-curse, and I need to find out who it targets before I can break the spell. The whole process will take about two hours." 10 minutes, you can go to the reception room and wait."

After the Potters had a brief conversation, Ginny took Lily and James out of the ward, but Harry stayed behind.

"Albus likes to be around people he knows," he explained unnecessarily.

"Maybe you should restrain your eldest son, Potter." Draco had gradually found the clue to break the spell, "Next time he might make his brother's hair permanently pink."

Albus shuddered.

"Uh—" Harry scratched his hair out of habit again, "it might be Albus who fights back next time," he said matter-of-factly.

"That's not true!" Albus hastily defended, "James is always the one looking for trouble!"

"You two are exactly the same, and neither is worse than the other." Harry said in a warning tone, "Don't tease James! I don't want to let the ceiling blow up a second time."

Before Albus could answer, Draco sneered, "Your family life is so exciting, Potter?"

"You'd understand a little more if you had two sons, Draco."

"Scorpius was always a good boy - you'd better close your eyes, Albus, I'm going to start saying the uncurse." Draco ran his wand down Albus's hair from top to bottom. While chanting the spell, the pink color quickly faded with the movement of the wand, revealing Albus's original black hair.The only problem is...

"What's going on?" Harry asked nervously.

Somewhere in the ends of Albus's hair was still a hideous hot pink lingering.

"Probably because you used the color-changing potion without authorization." Draco called to the assistant, "Alex, ask Potions to send a healer over and tell him - oh, no, she - that the patient is sick because of the color-changing potion. As a result, the hair that has been cast with the color confusion spell stays in a strange color."

"Do you know which therapist it's going to be?" Harry asked, and he quickly knew he'd asked the wrong question, as Draco shot him a glance and replied grimly:

"There is only one potions healer who can remain in the hospital at this hour with nothing to do."

Harry shut his mouth sensibly.Albus looked at his father suspiciously, but said nothing.

"But each other, you guys don't seem to have a very good Valentine's Day."

"I thought - Snivey - no... your wife," Harry struggled for a moment, "would go home and take care of the kids."

"You're overthinking, Potter. For this romantic Valentine's Day, I sent the children to the grandparents' house, but what should come will always come, even if there are no children to disturb the situation, there will be some uninvited guests." Draco was not polite. accused.

Harry couldn't argue: "Uh... yeah..."

"It is not allowed to talk about private matters during working hours." Violet walked into the ward solemnly and untied Harry in time. "This is St. Mungo's rule." She ignored Draco's implicitly condemning gaze and walked to Albus "Hey boy, let me put this bottle of potion on your hair, and in a few seconds you'll have beautiful black hair again."

The effect of the potion was also immediate, to the relief of both Albus and Harry.

"Don't abuse potions next time, Harry," Violet said, "especially if your potion grades aren't very good."

"It was just a mistake." Harry grinned. "Please. See you, then."

"Goodbye." Violet replied perfunctorily.

"I mean, maybe you guys would like to come to Albus's birthday party?" Harry asked seriously, "It's only a month away, I just happen to think it would be a good time to party." He looked forward to it say.

"Oh—" Violet exchanged glances with Draco in surprise, "Yeah... I think, maybe."

"Great." Harry seemed pleased, "I'll send you invitations then." He told Albus to say goodbye to them both, and he and Draco shook hands briefly before leaving.

Draco and Violet watched the father and son leave to find the rest of their family.

"As we've decided before, we don't have to go out of our way to maintain a relationship with Potter, do we?" Draco confirmed.

"It's not necessary." Violet admitted, "But I think Harry is quite sincere."

"I see what you mean..." Draco grumbled, "Well, I just thought it was weird."

"We can talk about Potter tomorrow." Violet reminded, "I remember that tonight shouldn't be used for overtime?"

Draco couldn't help smiling slightly: "Who said just now that you don't talk about private matters during working hours?"

"This time and the other."