Draohadkepthisgazeoolytrainedonthepairofgreeneyesstaringbakathiminthelobby.Potterhadremovedhisharmeddisguise,andDraofeltatwingeofreliefatthesightofhim,ifonlybeauseEversworn’sbloatedfaehadnobusinessharbthoseeyes.Whenthedoorstotheliftfinallylosedandbrokethetranehe’dbeenin,heshookhimselfandanswered,“Thetwoaren’tmutuallyexlusive,Pans.IamDraoMalfoy,formerDeathEater,andIworkfortheDepartmentofMysteries.”

“Iknowyouan’ttellmeanything,”Pansysighed.“ButmaybeyouanexpinwhyadisguisedPotterwasbeingquestionedinretiontoBertrie’sdisappearane?”Draoturnedtoherthen,thesoothingreliefofherfiereandinquisitivemindaonsotion,andhefelthisfeaturessofteninaffinityforher.Shequirkedaneyebrowandadded,“Andmaybewhyyououldn’ttakeyoureyesoffeahotherjustnow?”

“Irrelevant,”Draorolledhiseyes.Theliftdoorsopenedandusheredthemout.

Pansyfollowedhimtohisroomandwathedhimusethespellkeyfollowedbyaseriesofpreisewandmovementstoopenhisdoor.Hegnedather,butshemaintainedherunimpressedGetonwithitlook,pushingpasthimintotheroomassoonasthelokswereundone.

“HowdoyouknowthisisMalfoy’sroom?”Hermioneasked.

Harry’sjawlenhed.“Ijustknow,okay.”Theseneofhimself,oddlydressedandirritated,fshedarosshismemory.

Hermionesighed.“Youhaven’tbeenfollowinghimagain?”

“Ihaveabsolutelynotbeenfollowinghim,”Harrybristled.“Ifanything,he’sbeenfollowingme.”

“Malfoybrokeintohisft,”Ronoffered.Andatthat,Hermioneworealookofmildonfusion.

Harryreahedforthedoor.Theantiipationprikledfromhisnekdownhisspine,andhemildlywonderedwhy.HesomehowknewMalfoyandParkinsonwereontheotherside,andwiththem,anynumberofluesandanswers.Ashehesitated,theoolmetalofthedoorknobinhispalm,Harrywonderedwhyitfeltlesslikeanentraneandmorelikeapreipie;asifthemomentHarrywalkedthroughthedoorway,hewouldbejumpingoffthepointofnoreturn.Therushofpurposefloodedhim,andheopenedthedoor.

Thetriowalkedintoasuperiorsuitedeoratedinvish,deeptonesofgreenandblue,earthyandyetextravagant.Harryreognisedtheyoutastheyenteredthesittingroom,anopensetofdoubledoorsledtothebedroombehindtheseatingarea.MalfoyandPansysatonthesofa,staringatthegroupoftheminexpetation.

“Ittookyoulongenough,”Malfoyfinallysaid.Heleanedforwardandreahedintoabowloffruitontheoffeetable.Lookingpleased,hegrabbedanappleandsatbak.“Didyougetlostonthewayup?”

Harrywassurehedidaterriblejobhidinghissurprise.“Youexpetedus?”

Parkinsonsnorted.

Hermioneleanedinandwhispered,“YouwereleeringatMalfoyfromarossthelobby.”

Harryturnedwiththeiionoforretingher—heunequivoallyhadnotbeenleeringatMalfoy,perhapsgl,sneeringmaybe—butthensomethingoddaughtHarry’seye.Intheornerofthesittingroomstoodargeaseboardoveredinphotographs,notes,andCerforthHippolyle’sIt’sSolvedThen!EveryColorCaseString.HarryandRonpratiallyfellovermovingtogetabetterlookatit.

ZivantuswaspinnedtothetopoftheboardandalovelyphotoofBertrieunderhhis.Totheright,aseriesofnamesandphotosofpeopleHarrydidn’treognise.PeslikeJonesDistilleryandHantoraveDownswerelistedandhadvariousolorsofstringoingthemtoindividualsontheboard.Pinneddowntheenter,argelokfaewiththehandsataquartertosevenhadlotsofstringsoingtopeopleandpes.Ontheleft,HarryreognisedwhatouldonlybeaGringott’svaultiorylistofitems,someofwhihhadmissingwritteninsripttothem.Therewasalsoablueprintofthehotel,andtothefarthestleftoftheboard,aphotoofanolderwomanbeledGertrudeLokhart.

“Thisisn’tbadwork,”Ronsaidabsentmindedly.Whenherealizedhe’dsaiditoutloud,hesppedahandoverhismouth.

HarryturnedaroundintimetoseeMalfoy’slipquirk.“Thankyou,Weasley.”HisgreyeyesflittedtoHarry.“Ihadhelp.”Harrygavehimaquestioninglook.Malfoystaredathisappleandasked,“DidyouhaveaprodutivevisitattheDMLE?”

Harryalmosthoked.“I’msorry?”

“YoumetwiththeiigatorsonBertrie’sase,didyounot?”

“How—”

“EvenifIhadn’treognisedyouthemomentIfirstsawyou,you’rewearingtheexatlothesyouhadonearlierthism.Theonlythingthat’shangedistheabseneofthoseawfuldisguiseharms,ofwhihIameverthankful.It’shardtoadmittherewassomethingworsethanyouratualfae,buthereweare.”

Hermionetookaseatinoneofthearmhairs,staringatMalfoywithwide,bzingeyes.Harryouldn’tgaugetheemotion.Wasitanger?Itlookedlikesomethinglosertoexpetany.Hermionesatbakandsettledintothehair,“Andyet,youallowedthepretensetoontinue.Why?”

Malfoytensed.

“Hangon—”Harrysteppedforward.“Youdidn’tthinkitwasoddthatIwasindisguisewasahotelporter?”

“Ifyouhadn’tnotied,Potter,thereisn’tasinglethingaboutthisasethatisn’tanoddbutoordinatedobfusation.”

Harrytookthatasadefletion.Malfoy’sstarelingeredonhim,andHarrynarrowedhiseyes.Itwastrue,theeventsofthestdayhadbeentrulybizarre.Eventhoughbehindhimstoodadetailedaseboard,andMalfoyhimselfhadadmittedthatZivantushadhiredhim,HarryheldontothebeliefthatMalfoywasstillhidingsomething.

“OurfirstpriorityshouldbefindingBertrie,”ParkinsoninterruptedHarry’sthoughts.ShewaslookingatHermionebu

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