Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When almost everyone was watching the game with excitement, only one person was always staring at his hand, acting absent-mindedly from the beginning until now.

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 together, turning into a pair of terrible claws, clenching tightly. Holding her increasingly fragile heart.

These alone were enough for her to immerse herself in the tremor all day, let alone the further catalysis of Makar McLean last night.

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

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 will instead Come to your side.

"Pansy, come with me."

...

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

It was also that time, with the help of Maca, after he got 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 that was obtained out of thin air, Draco became an ordinary Slytherin student again.Although he left for a grade earlier, but with his academic performance, he can get a more perfect score in this year's owls 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, for him, it is more important than anything else to study steadily and prepare for taking over the Malfoy family in the future.

Don't get into trouble anymore—everyone in the Malfoy family, including his father, who should still be serving his sentence in Azkaban, thought 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 he wants to repair the damage that the Malfoy family has suffered so far, his future Patriarch will definitely need to make more efforts.

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 attracted his attention. past.

"Is it Pansy?"

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

To say that he and Pansy can actually be regarded as growing up together-the pure blood wizard family has many activities. When he was young, his father would often take him to dinners, dances, afternoon tea, etc. All kinds of formal or informal high-end gatherings.

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, their parents and parents would prefer to let them show up before their peers as soon as possible.

In this era, the gradual desolation and dying of pure blood requires each family to combine with each other. In order to maintain the purity of blood, marriage has become an inevitable choice.

And it was in the mess, one after another, because the Malfoys and the Parkinsons had always had a good relationship, so Draco and Pansy seemed to meet frequently.

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

Yes, even later, 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 he saw sitting in the stands at this moment caused Draco's heart to have an inexplicable concern.

"Hmm..." Draco frowned slightly, and thought to himself with a little wonder, "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 original "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 rescued him from the terrifying abyss. It is impossible to think of sitting on a high platform to watch Quidditch games like this.

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

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

After only a brief contact, he noticed a trace of suppressed trembling from that shoulder.

Pansy looked sluggish, and only a few seconds after Draco patted her, she turned her head in confusion and gave Draco a blank look.

On Draco's side, while realizing what he had done, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless about his behavior just now.

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

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

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

"Pansy, come with me!"

Miss Parkinson, who was waiting with a dazed face, followed Draco and stood up and walked to the top of the stairs, but Maca, who was diagonally across the court, caught a glimpse of the scene when they left.

No, in fact, it cannot 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.

Seeing that he smiled and looked away again, and continued to look up at Hermione and Luna who were still chasing each other, he couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Maybe, Professor Snape will save a lot of worry 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.

Right now, Pansy's expression that had been tight from the night until just now finally showed a trace of relaxation.

She hadn't noticed the existence of the other party before, naturally just because she was under too much pressure 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.

Seeing the unfading heaviness on Pansy's face, Malfoy shook his head and suddenly said directly:

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

"Uh...huh?"

Miss Parkinson did not expect that after the other party came out, the first sentence was actually 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 asked so bluntly, she nodded decisively.

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

Malfoy heard the words without giving any indication.

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

"So, if I want to ask you something, surely you will be willing to tell me too?"

As he was talking, he paused briefly, and 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.

Not to mention anything else, at least what she encountered this time, she felt that she must not be able to say.

Yes, even if it was Draco Malfoy, who she really liked, who was about to ask her at this moment.

However, Malfoy frowned upon hearing this:

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

"How do you know--"

This was only said, and Pansy immediately regretted it-in case Malfoy was just playing her words, but in fact, she was completely unsure, wouldn't she just confess?

But Malfoy followed immediately:

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

"Is this so obvious?"

Pansy quickly touched her cheek.

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