Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Draco...yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter something. But for some reason, I can't tell anyone...even you, No way."

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.

Opposite him, Pansy was 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 of the day, even Pansy herself felt an indefensible powerlessness, so that the tone of her speech gradually decreased.

Thinking about it and knowing, Malfoy had 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 completely shut her mouth.

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

At this point, Malfoy paused on purpose, and then he said:

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

"I--"

Pansy was a little annoyed by Malfoy's questioning, but when she almost couldn't help telling the truth, the faces of Maca and Snape were in her mind with the image of the dementor. Flashed in.

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

"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, and he heard him smack his tongue like Snape.

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

When he confided this guess casually, Malfoy's expression still showed no sympathy at all, even if it was like that 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 connects people, and even his gratitude to Maca is probably also included.

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 forced to do so. 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.

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

Then, I saw him sigh, and then said lightly:

"Parkinson, maybe because of some threats, you really can't tell the whole truth. But don't you think this is not an absolutely unsolvable problem?"

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

"Although I don't really want to mention that person's name, but... I think you can try to meet McLean. As long as you tell me frankly, I guess that guy will not turn a blind eye to what happened to you... …"

"...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 sneered again, and the look in Pansy's eyes suddenly became somewhat indifferent.

"Not to mention," he said at last, "I dare 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 follow the orders of Helbo. , 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.

You know, before Malfoy has ever been thinking of others-he has always been the kind of self-centered person.

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

It is not easy to get Malfoy's understanding!

And at that moment, the feeling of grievance she had forcibly endured returning before suddenly reappeared in her heart, and could not be taken back again.

"Ok?"

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 had become more and more indifferent because of many things, seemed to be unable to withstand the girl's tears, and immediately showed a little embarrassment and confusion.

"Hey! I told you to stop!"

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

Pansy's choked words kept trembling, and the grievances and distress in his heart were all vented with tears.When she found herself crying more and more comfortably, she cried visibly louder.

"Are you a kid!"

Malfoy couldn't help yelling 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, and waited silently for Pansy to stop crying with a sullen face.

To be honest, he actually wanted to go away more than once during that period, but he couldn't.Because he understands that if he wants to continue to study safely in the future, it is difficult for him to ignore it.

After all, he didn't want to go to Maca to confirm whether 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."

Of course Malfoy 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 that!"

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

Pansy 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 of Hogwarts.

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

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

And when the dinner was on the way, when the two entered his sight from 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 the grave is also a good thing."

Thinking that it all started with Martin's "Grave Sweeping Invitation", he couldn't help but laugh-the guy probably wanted to stabilize Pansy this time, but now, he unexpectedly succeeded in advance.

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

When Maca smiled and forked a chopped steak and stuffed it into his mouth, he heard Slughorn beside him also cheerfully said:

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

This old man likes to talk nonsense when he has something to do, and when Maca hears it, he has to smile and nod his head.

"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— —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!"