Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

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

Of course, whether or not Draco would pay attention to Pansy at all would depend on Draco's personal thoughts.

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

Therefore, 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 on matters 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 would 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 in 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 had brought to him, 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, which 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.

To be honest, she actually regretted it a little bit-she shouldn't be 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 that glass of wine a little bit urgently, and now she is a little dizzy in her head.

However, drinking slightly drunk also has some advantages, at least the wound on the back shoulder seemed to be less painful, only some strange foreign body sensation made her want to twist her arms twice.

"Oh, I hope Eluli can hurry up... Even if I go out tonight, McLean means something, but if someone finds out, he won’t be able to explain anything for me. Therefore, it’s best to go back early. Well, I have 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 small tools for ignition on the Muggle fireplace. We wizards should really learn about such small details that facilitate life."

Perhaps it had experienced some real dark side of the magic world, which caused Pansy's mood to have some subtle changes.But of course, she said this more to relieve the pressure in her heart, and most of the jokes were obvious.

You know, the so-called concept can't be changed so easily.

After Pansy looked around the fireplace hopelessly, and found that there was indeed no ignition prop, she finally lifted the quilt and leaned forward 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'm here!"

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

"Well."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eluli gently urged Pansy to sit on the bed, 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 been pulled out long ago, 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 if you have a high paraplegia with a broken arm or a leg, it is just a common injury that can get out of bed and jump in a few days with a potion or two.

After Eluli slowly poured Motra mouse juice on it, her injury that had been painful due to the power of alcohol immediately disappeared, and the seemingly deep wound should have gradually disappeared. The trend of healing.

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

"Oh, ok...thank you."

Pansy was not used to expressing his gratitude to the other party, and then stretched his uninjured arm backhand behind him when the other party did not need to connect.

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

"Ah, is it cold?" Eluli said with a slight 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 Iluli heard a sudden commotion in the bar downstairs at the same time.

Then they found out that a few 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 is working, please cooperate with us to show the magic wand, we need to check and check with the registration file."

"Uh, Merlin is on! What's wrong with this again?"

"The current case is still under confidentiality, please don't make unnecessary inquiries..."

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? Auror will definitely check the wand with the flashback spell. People 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 could not leave the cauldron bar with the Phantom Shifting Curse right now.

After all, although she always wore a hood on her head, she was so close to Carl behind the bar, 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 in Helbo will be immediately recorded on the list of fugitives in the Auror office.

In that case, she was afraid that even Hogwarts would not be able to return.

But when Pansy closed her eyes and was thinking 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?"

Eluli slid the wand that had been broken by her back into Pansy's hand quickly.

"After you go to Ollivander to buy a new wand tomorrow, you have to go back to school early. And I, I'm just a goblin hybrid who happened to meet you at the Broken Cauldron Bar and tried to cling to the Parkinson family. ."

To be honest, Pansy was really stunned by Eluli’s actions this time-how did this petite witch come up with such an ingenious way to get rid of suspicion in such an emergency situation ?

In fact, Eluli'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 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'fancy goblin hybrid trying to cling to the Parkinson family', but a new friend of mine!"

Before she finished her words, when 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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