Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1099: Crying like a child

? "Draco...yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter something. But for some reason, I can’t tell anyone...even if it’s Neither will you."

In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy was sitting on the sofa in the corner with his legs folded, eyes gleaming with coldness on his naturally pale face.

On the opposite side of him, Pansy is separated from him by a table, trying to explain his performance during this time with a limited description.

But obviously, she failed, because her words were even paler than Malfoy's face.

"...So, can't you give me some trust?"

At the end, even Pansy herself felt an indefensible powerlessness, so that her tone of voice gradually fell.

Think about it and know that Malfoy has never let go of his doubts about her before. If there is no conclusive proof, how could he suddenly believe her?

Sure enough, when Pansy's explanation became smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible, Malfoy's cold snort made her shut her mouth completely.

"Trust? What trust are still talking about till now...Why should I believe you?" He said a little impatiently, "If you are still a Slytherin, then don't pretend to me. Fendor’s set. If I want me to believe you, then give your evidence to prove that you are not doing anything for that Helbo!"

Speaking of this, Malfoy paused on purpose, and then he said:

"But, do you think you can come up with evidence?"

"I—"

Pancey was a little irritated by Malfoy’s questioning, but when she almost couldn’t help telling the truth, the faces of Maca and Snape were with the image of the Dementor. Flashed in her mind.

Suddenly, she couldn't help trembling in her heart, which made the words that almost blurted out again.

"You still don't want to confess the secrets you hide in your heart?"

Malfoy curled his mouth, fixed his cold eyes on Pansy's eyes tightly, and he heard him smack his tongue like Snape.

"Or, in fact, you simply don't dare to tell others-because you are worried that once you say it, Haierbo will immediately kill you?"

There was still no sympathy in Malfoy's expression when he casually uttered this speculation. Even if it was what he said, Pansy might be just a victim.

However, Malfoy didn't care about it.

In fact, the favor given to him by Maca did not change his values. In his view, it is nothing more than profit that links people together, and even his gratitude to Maca is probably included in it.

If possible, in the future, he will inevitably pay back the favors he owes Maca as much as possible, and then he can continue to stay out of touch with Maca.

Yes, he, Draco Malfoy, has always been a stubborn person.

And it is for this reason that he will not be softened because Pansy may be compelled, after all, he has never owed a girl Pansy Parkinson-at least he personally thinks so. .

But at the next moment, Malfoy was slightly startled.

It suddenly occurred to him that if Pansy was really intimidated by Helbo, then it seemed that it would not make any sense for him to continue to force him like this.

After thinking about it this way, he finally eased his expression a bit, making the previous coldness somewhat melted away.

After that, I saw him sigh, and then said lightly:

"Parkinson, maybe because of some threats, you really can't tell the whole story. But don't you think this is not a problem that absolutely cannot be solved?"

As he was talking, a complex color flashed across his face, but he didn't pause, and then continued:

"Although I don’t really want to mention that person’s name, but... I think you can try to meet that guy McLean. As long as you tell me frankly, I guess that guy won’t treat you. Turn a blind eye..."

"...Moreover, I have to admit that his ability is enough to make most of the dark wizards in the UK dare not easily take refuge in that Helbo. It can be seen that you are definitely the right choice to find him. ."

At the end, Malfoy curled up his mouth and sneered again, and the look in Pansy's eyes suddenly became somewhat indifferent.

"What's more," he said at last, "I dare you to say that your little secret is probably already noticed by McLean. If you don't want to be hurt, the best way is not to listen to that Haier. Bo’s orders, but go to McLean as soon as possible to confess..."

"After all, no matter how you say it, our Malfoy family and your family have some friendship, so don't let me see you next time, but what I see is your tombstone."

The change in Malfoy's attitude is actually not very obvious, especially since his expression still has a touch of habitual sarcasm.

But these words reached Pansy's ears, but they naturally became a kind of "care" for her.

Know that Malfoy used to think about others--he was always the kind of self-centered person.

So, even though Malfoy's guess was not so accurate, it made Miss Parkinson, who liked the other party, moved herself.

It's not easy to get Malfoy's understanding!

And at that moment, the grievances she had forbeared to return before suddenly reappeared in her heart, and could not be taken back again.

"Huh?"

Malfoy, who was watching her, suddenly saw tears from her eyes, and she couldn't stop at all as if the gate was opened.

"Wait, wait! What are you crying—stop!"

Even Malfoy, who has become more and more indifferent because of a lot of things, seemed to be unable to withstand the girl's tears, and immediately showed a bit of embarrassment and confusion.

"Hey! I told you to stop!"

"I...I can't stop..."

Pansina kept trembling mixed with choked words, and all the grievances and depression in my heart were vented with tears all at once. When she found that the more she cried, the more comfortable she was, she cried visibly louder.

"Are you a kid!"

Malfoy couldn't help but yelled at her.

After that, Pansy cried for a while, until she was tired of crying, and then gradually stopped sobbing.

On the other side, Malfoy sat again reluctantly after an irritation, with a sullen face and silently waiting until Pansy stopped crying.

To be honest, during that time, he actually wanted to leave more than once, but he couldn't. Because he understands that if he wants to continue to study steadily in the future, it will be difficult for him to ignore it.

After all, he didn't want to go to Maca to make sure the other party knew about it, but he didn't want to let Helbo extend his tentacles into his school if Maca had an omission.

Finally, Pansy, who had calmed down again, hesitated to himself, and then made a decision.

"Draco," she whispered, "I'll go to McLean... If you don't worry, you can follow me after dinner and watch me walk into his room."

Malfoy certainly wouldn't say "I'll go in with you". If he could do that, he might have dragged Pansy to Maca to make it clear.

After hearing Pansy's words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief secretly-this negotiation for several days was really tiring, especially today!

"Well, let's do it then!"

After that, Malfoy never wanted to stay here anymore, so he stood up and walked towards the door of the lounge, and walked out of the room in a blink of an eye.

Pancey behind him saw this and immediately followed him. It can be seen that there is already a long-lost smile on her face at this moment.

……

A moment later, in the auditorium at Hogwarts.

As for the conversation between Pansy and Malfoy, Maca naturally didn't know-although he actually cared very much, whether Malfoy would become Pansy's soothing heart as he thought. stabilizer.

But when he discovered that Pansy and Malfoy had not been seen since dinner time today, he knew what was going on.

As soon as the dinner was on the way, when the two entered his sight through the side door one after another, their respective expressions were enough for him to interpret a lot of information.

Yes, especially the smile on Miss Parkinson's face is an obvious reminder.

"Oh, it seems... occasionally sweeping graves is also a good thing."

Thinking that most of this started with Martin's "Grave Sweeping Invitation", he couldn't help but want to laugh-that guy probably wanted Pansy to stabilize his mind this time~IndoMTL.com~ And now, he is surprised. The ground succeeded in advance.

Although, the actual situation is estimated to be different from what he wanted.

Just as Maca smiled and forked a piece of chopped steak and stuffed it into his mouth, he heard Slughorn beside him in a cheerful manner:

"Yes, tomb sweeping is indeed a good thing. While remembering the ancestors, we can also appreciate the natural beauty near the cemetery-you know, the cemetery is usually selected in some beautiful scenery Place!"

This old man likes to talk nonsense when he has nothing to do. When Maca heard it, he had to chuckled and nodded.

"Yes!" he said with a deliberate smile while encouraging his cheeks to chew, "Professor, have you chosen a cemetery for yourself? If not, I would suggest that you can be buried with Professor Dumbledore. Together-the view of the lake is really beautiful!"

When Slughorn heard it, he grinned.

"Oh, that sounds great...but not in a hurry, not in a hurry!"