Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1071: Pansy and Draco

When almost everyone is watching the game with excitement, only one person is always staring at his hand, from the beginning to the present, he has been distracted.

And that person is naturally Pansy Parkinson sitting in the Slytherin stand.

It's worth mentioning that even though she didn't even have the mind to think about other things in today's game, Malfoy still happened to sit in the seat behind her.

If it were in the past, she would have noticed it before sitting down, right?

However, the bleakness of the family, the fall of her brother, her own destiny, and of course the face of the Muggle hangman who died tragically in front of her... all entangled and turned into a pair of terrible claws. , Clutching her increasingly fragile heart.

These alone are enough for her to immerse herself in trembling all day, let alone the further catalysis of Namaca McLean last night.

At the moment, she has no time for him to look after.

But at this moment, a white palm that patted her shoulder lightly told her a truth-there are some opportunities, when you do everything possible to chase you may only stay away, but inadvertently, it is Instead, he will come to you by himself.

"Pansy, come with me."

……

It's been a long time since Maca and Snape went to Malfoy's house for a "home visit" last time.

It was also that time, with the help of Maca, after getting rid of the big trouble Voldemort had left him secretly before his death, Draco's life gradually returned to the right track.

Without the weird power gained out of thin air, Draco became an ordinary Slytherin student again. Although he left a grade earlier, but with his academic performance, he can get a more perfect score in this year's o.w.ls exam.

To be honest, except for the apparent decline of the family power compared to the past, everything has passed silently in fact.

After a period of recuperation, Draco returned to Hogwarts and remained as low-key as in recent years.

After all, it is more important for him to study down-to-earth and prepare for taking over the Malfoy family in the future than anything else.

Don't get into trouble anymore—everyone in the Malfoy family, including his father who should still be serving his sentence in Azkaban, thinks so.

Of course, there is probably no way to change his temper completely. Occasionally, everyone would still see him and Ron quarrel with each other, and then mock each other coldly.

Today, in the Quidditch Cup match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Draco did not have much interest.

In the past, he really liked this sport because it was popular and popular enough. But now, he is more willing to learn more knowledge in the library, common room, or simply his bedroom.

If you want to repair the damage that the Malfoy family has suffered so far, he, the future Patriarch, will definitely need to put in more effort.

But when he casually watched the players flying around in the arena, while silently thinking about a theoretical question about potions in his heart, the familiar and unfamiliar figure in front suddenly paid his attention. The force attracted the past.

"Is it Pansy?"

Draco glanced casually, and quickly judged the identity of the opponent from the neatly combed hairstyle.

Speaking of him and Pansy, they can actually be regarded as growing up together-there are many activities in the pure blood wizard family. When he was young, his father would often take him to dinners, dances, etc. Various formal or informal high-end gatherings such as afternoon tea.

In those activities, children as old as him are naturally indispensable.

Boys born in a pure-blood family need to develop their communicative skills from an early age, and if they are girls, parents and parents want them to show up in front of their peers as soon as possible.

In this era, the gradual decline of pure blood requires each family to unite with each other. In order to maintain the purity of blood, marriage has already become an inevitable choice.

It was also during the messy, one-to-one gatherings. Since the Malfoys and the Parkinsons have always had a good relationship, Draco and Pansy seemed to meet very frequently.

It's a pity that he has never liked this girl who is as bitter and mean as her brother.

Yes, even afterwards, Pansy Parkinson's performance in front of him slowly became a lot more submissive. But he had seen his nature a long time ago, but he was simply too lazy to take care of her.

However, the back view that I saw sitting in the stands at this moment caused Draco's heart to have an inexplicable concern.

"Um..." Draco frowned slightly, wondering to himself, "What happened to her?"

In fact, he felt a heaviness from Pansy's back. And that kind of majestic pressure that would destroy his whole person, he had experienced it more than once in the past, didn't he?

"Could it be...is it related to the guy named Helbo?"

The "gift" of Voldemort almost cost him his life-if it weren't for Maca's magnanimity, he not only failed to wipe out the evil self, but also saved him from the terrifying abyss. When he came back, he would never want to sit on a high platform and watch Quidditch games like this again.

And Pansy's back at this time, how like a period when he was oppressed by Voldemort's power and struggling on the edge of good and evil!

After a moment of thinking, a moment of memory, Draco subconsciously stretched his hand to the reachable shoulder in front of him and patted it lightly.

It was only a brief contact, and he noticed a trace of suppressed trembling from that shoulder.

Pancey looked dull, and only a few seconds after Draco patted her, she turned her head in confusion and gave Draco a startled look.

On Draco's side, as he realized what he had done, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless about what he did just now.

Really, what happened to Pansy Parkinson, does it have anything to do with him? Not to mention, he was just speculating that the opponent was most likely involved in the confrontation between Maca and Helbo.

For things like this, it’s best not to mix things up, let alone get out of the way after getting involved—for this, his hapless old man, Lucius Malfoy, is undoubtedly the best Example too.

But after that, Draco still frowned and tilted his head toward the stairs of the grandstand.

"Pansy, come with me!"

Miss Parkinson, who was waiting with a dazed face, followed Draco, and when she stood up and walked to the top of the stairs, Maca, who was diagonally across the court, happened to catch a glimpse of their departure.

No, in fact, it can't be said to be "just right." After all, he has been paying attention to Pansy's appearance from time to time since breakfast today.

When he saw Malfoy call him to the top of the stairs, Maca was a little surprised at first, but quickly nodded secretly as if he had figured it out.

But seeing him smiling and looking away, he continued to look up at Hermione and Luna who were still chasing each other, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Maybe, Professor Snape will be a lot easier this time!"

……

"Draco, are you...what's the matter?"

In the wooden staircase built by magic under the high platform, the two were facing each other, standing behind the Slytherin hanging cloth hanging from the stands.

Now, Pansy's expression that has been tight from the night until just now finally shows a trace of relaxation.

Previously, she hadn't noticed the existence of the other party. Naturally, it was just because she was too stressed and had no extra energy to think about those love affairs.

But when Malfoy came to see her personally, she couldn't help feeling a little more joy after all.

Looking at the still heavy weight on Pansy’s face, Malfoy shook his head and suddenly said straightforwardly:

"Pansy, you like me, don't you?"

"Uh...huh?"

Miss Parkinson didn't expect that after the other party came out, the first sentence turned out to be this.

But... Of course, as a girl, Pansy is not as twitchy as a normal girl. Even if she hadn't said it before, since Malfoy had asked so bluntly, she nodded decisively.

"Yes," she said, "Draco, I like you-I've liked you from a very early age!"

Malfoy didn't give any indication after hearing this.

He asked this question as if he just wanted to confirm it. After he got the answer he wanted, he continued:

"Then, if I want to ask you something, you must be willing to tell me too, right?"

As he was talking, he paused briefly, then added:

"You know, all I want to hear is the "truth"."

"Ask me something?" Pansy nodded again hesitantly, "You ask! I will tell you...well, no, let me think about it again."

Only halfway through, she suddenly changed her words.

Perhaps it was the serious and heavy expression on Malfoy's face that made Pansy naturally think of the things she was still bothering herself just now.

Don't talk about anything else, at least what she encountered this time, she felt that she definitely couldn't talk about it.

Yes, even if it’s Draco Malfoy, whom she really likes, even if she’s about to ask her at this moment.

However, Malfoy frowned when he heard:

"Don't want to say it? Huh... Is it related to Helbo and McLean?"

"How do you know--"

This is just what I said~IndoMTL.com~ Pansy regretted it immediately-if Malfoy was just playing her words, but in fact, she was totally unsure, then she wouldn't be confessing?

But Malfoy followed right away:

"Is it difficult to guess these? The biggest thing in the magic world now, isn't this? What's more, just look at your state these days..."

"Is this, so obvious?"

Pansy hurriedly touched her cheek.

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