Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1107: You are my friend

? "In the next period of time, Miss Parkinson's life may not be much better... If she comes to you someday, I think you might consider giving her some help."

This is the last word Draco said to him when he left Maca's room.

Of course, whether Draco will pay attention to Pansy at all will depend on Draco's personal thoughts.

If he can look far enough, he will inevitably foresee some changes that may occur in the Parkinson family after Pansy has completed the task assigned by Maca.

So, since the Malfoy family is now on the side of Maca and Hogwarts, it would be a good choice to provide Pansy with some convenience when necessary.

However, Maca would naturally not take the initiative to remind each other of things like how to stabilize the family status.

If Draco can think of it for himself, it proves that the future of the Malfoy family is worth looking forward to; and if Draco's vision is not so broad, Maca will not care about missing a long-term cooperation partner.

As for the Miss Parkinson, who has still gone out and never returned, it is up to her whether she can survive this "spy trip" that is both a redemption and a test.

If she not only persevered through the difficulties, but also completed the task well, Maca wouldn't mind letting the whole Hogwarts welcome her return.

Looking at the door that Draco took casually, Maca thought about it for a while, then shrugged with a chuckle.

"I hope everything goes well for her!"

……

There are some indifferent "blessings" for Maca that Pansy obviously has no way of knowing. At this moment, she had just poured a glass of raspberry-flavored cold beer in the bar below, but she had already arrived in the guest room on the second floor.

Seriously, she actually regretted it a little bit-she shouldn't have been so embarrassed to order a glass of beer with ice.

Because of that glass of beer, she just feels cold all over now, without any warmth. In addition, her drinking volume is actually quite average, and she drank a little in a hurry, and now she feels a little dizzy in her head.

However, drinking slightly drunk also has some benefits, at least the wound on the back shoulder doesn't seem so painful, only some strange foreign body sensation makes her want to twist her arms twice.

"Oh, I hope Eluli can hurry up... Even if she is out tonight, McLean means something, but if someone finds out, he won’t be able to explain anything for me. So, it’s early If you go back, it’s better to go back soon..."

While muttering to himself, Pansy subconsciously touched the inside of his robe.

She wanted to cast a spell to light the fireplace, but after reaching out, she remembered that she had lent her wand temporarily before Eluli went out.

"I heard that there are always gadgets for ignition on the Muggle fireplace. We wizards should really learn about such small details that are convenient for life."

Perhaps experiencing some real dark side of the magic world, Pansy's mood has also undergone some subtle changes. But of course, she said this more to relieve the pressure in her heart, and most of the jokes were obvious.

Be aware that the so-called concept cannot be changed so easily.

When Pansy looked around the fireplace hopelessly, and found that there was indeed no ignition prop, she finally lifted the quilt and leaned in and got in.

There is no burning flame to provide warmth. It is also an idea to cover the quilt-anyway, this will also make you feel less cold, although it is far worse than a lit fireplace.

After that, about ten minutes later, two slightly reserved knocks awakened Pansy, who was already a little sleepy.

"Um...oh, wait a minute, I'll be here!"

She rubbed her face and couldn't help but yawn. When she lifted her arms and climbed out of the bed for a while, she was involved in the wound because of the excessive movement, and there was a dull pain caused by alcohol numbness.

"Um."

Pansy frowned, and then slowly walked over and opened the closed door.

"Bought it? Didn't you encounter anything?"

"Yes, Miss Parkinson, everything is going well!"

After coming in, Eluli took the initiative to turn around and close the door, and then took out from her arms a small bottle of Motra Mouse Juice that she had just bought from Knockover Alley.

This kind of semi-finished medicine processed with the juice secreted by the tentacles of the back of Motra rat is certainly not as effective as the expensive white flavor, but it is a common trauma medicine at a very affordable price.

"Please sit down! I'll give you medicine."

Iluly urged Pansy to sit on the bedside softly, but due to the height difference, she herself had to climb onto the bed.

When Pansy loosened her clothes and pulled them down a bit, a small but deep wound appeared in Iluli's sight.

The wooden thorn that had stuck on Pansy's back shoulder had already been pulled out, and the clothes that had been cleaned were stained with blood again. Even because Pansy was lying on the bed for a while, even the bedding was stained with red blood.

Fortunately, for a wizard, trauma that is not fatal is not a problem. Even with a high paraplegia with a broken arm and a leg, it is just an ordinary injury that can get out of bed and walk in a few days with a potion or two.

After Iluli slowly poured Motra mouse juice on it, her injury that was already a little painful due to the power of alcohol immediately disappeared, and the wound that looked rather deep should be treated as if There is a trend of gradual healing.

"Just wait a while," Eluli nodded and said, "I will recover soon."

"Oh, ok...thank you."

Pansy is not used to expressing gratitude to the other party, and then stretches his uninjured arm backhand behind him when the other party does not need to connect.

"Give me the magic wand, I think I have to light a fire--it feels a bit cold."

"Ah, is it cold?" Eluli said with a little worry as she handed out her wand, "If it is because of blood loss, then..."

"Oh no, it's not like that."

Pansy felt a little embarrassed, after all, she couldn't say that it was because she drank a large glass of cold beer after the other party left.

"Well, I was a bit cold-hearted...Yes! That's it, it's okay!"

The process of waiting for the wound to heal does not take too much time. Except for the need to be roasted because of the cold, that is, the irritating itching on the back shoulder is more to blame.

However, before the itching caused by the healing of the injury disappeared, Pansy and Eluli heard a sudden commotion in the bar downstairs at the same time.

And following them, they found that several people seemed to start walking upstairs and knocked on the door of the guest room one by one.

"Who is it so late? Let people not sleep--oh! Who are you?"

"...Ministry of Magic Auror office, please cooperate with us to show the magic wand, we need to check and check with the registration file."

"Uh, Merlin is here! What happened again?"

"The current case is still under confidentiality, please do not make unnecessary enquiries..."

The two of them stuck behind the door and listened carefully, and soon heard the conversation that was still expected. To be honest, they would rather guess wrong.

"What to do? The Auror will definitely check the wand with flashback spells. Those who have cast many duel spells before will definitely catch them on the spot!"

Pansy whispered to herself, trying to think of a temporary way to escape the catastrophe—she knew that she couldn't use the Phantom Shifting Curse to leave the Cauldron Bar.

After all, although she always wears a hood on her head, she was so close to Carl behind the bar before, and the other party must have seen her face. As long as she flees like this, the so-called "truth" that Pansy Parkinson is doing for the people of Helbo will be immediately recorded on the list of fugitives in the Auror office.

If that were the case, she was afraid that even Hogwarts would not be able to return.

But when Pansy closed her eyes and thought hard, she suddenly felt that the wand she was holding in her hand was pulled out. Then she heard a crisp "click" cracking sound in her ear.

"Just because I fell and accidentally broke my wand...that's why Miss Parkinson came here, didn't she?"

Iluli put the wand that was broken by her quickly back into Pansy's hand.

"When you go to Ollivander to buy a new wand tomorrow, you have to go back to school early. And I, I just happened to meet you at the Broken Cauldron Bar and tried to cling to the Parkinson family. It’s just a fair-breed."

Seriously, Pansy was really stunned by Eluli’s actions this time—how did this petite witch come up with such an ingenious method in such an emergency situation? Get rid of the suspicion?

In fact, ~IndoMTL.com~Iluli's rhetoric is indeed quite reasonable. Especially the latter sentence, given her identity as a fairy hybrid who was rejected by both the fairy and the wizard, she was indeed very convincing.

It's just that when the door of their guest room was knocked from the outside, Pansy, who was suddenly awakened by the knock on the door, turned her head involuntarily and whispered to Eluli:

"No, you are not a ‘hybrid attempt to cling to the Parkinson’s family’, but a new friend of mine!"

The voice didn't finish, just as Eluli was shaken by Pansy's words, the latter did not give her a chance to speak, and suddenly stretched her hand to the doorknob.

"Click--"

With a soft sound, the door of the room opened, revealing three figures with serious expressions.

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