Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After a while, the crowd finally began to thin out, and Malfoy found the opportunity, and walked to the box according to his memory.

At this time, he was walking upstream along the flow of people. Just as he passed a stand, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, which seemed very faint in the bustling crowd, but he still heard it.

"Draco! I'm here!" Malfoy only saw Pansy clutching the armrest of a seat so as not to be squeezed away. The other hand was waving desperately, waving at him. The other foot was resting on the seat in a strange posture, looking quite awkward, and the expression on his face also showed a kind of twisted pain.

"This is really a disaster." Malfoy thought in his heart, and he naturally squeezed past the crowd. In a sense, it had nothing to do with him.

Pansy's current position is in a small round stand. The seats on it are neatly arranged, while Pansy is lying halfway in the empty seat before the two seats, showing a very weak pair. Look like.

"I had warned him not to put any marks." Malfoy thought, but now it's useless to regret, Malfoy can only come to Pansy's side and ask a few concerns.

"Have you twisted your ankle? Can you still walk?" he cared.

Pansy pressed her lips and shook her head weakly, "It hurts badly." There was a thin mist in her eyes.

"I think you looked pretty energetic when you called me just now." Malfoy said helplessly.

"I hurt my leg, not my throat, can you hear me if I don't speak loudly?" She immediately replied, so full of breath, it relieved Malfoy.

"Then what should I do now? You can't walk anymore. Could it be that I should leave you here?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's fine if you carry me!" Pansy blurted out, only to realize that her intention seemed to be too obvious. Then she carefully glanced at Malfoy and looked at his expressionless face, knowing that her thoughts should be. It's out of play.

"Forget it, blame me." Malfoy sighed, then said jokingly, "Don't push me down, then no one will take you back."

"I'm not heavy." Pansy said unconvinced, but his eyes were narrowed, and he put his arms around Malfoy's neck with a smile, as if the injury on his leg was not so painful.

Malfoy only felt that there was almost no weight attached to his back, light and light, which was nothing for him who exercised regularly.

"I'm not heavy, am I?" Pansy, who was still confident just now, felt Malfoy suddenly froze, and couldn't help wondering if he was really heavy, so he asked in a low voice.

"Acceptable" Malfoy didn't have much thoughts about Pansy's problem, and by the way, he held up her slender calves with both hands, letting the weight of her whole body rest on him.

Compared to this, he is more concerned about how Pansy was injured.

"What's the matter with your feet?" Malfoy asked.

Pansy's hand around his neck became tighter at this time, for fear of falling off without grasping it.

"I don't know either." Pansy whispered next to Malfoy's ear. The heat made Malfoy's ears itchy.

"After I separated from you, I didn’t know where I was squeezed. I could only follow the crowd slowly. Then suddenly a group of hooded men in black cloaks came over in the green field. I thought it was. The support team of one of the two national teams, you know, some cheerleaders always like to wear some exotic clothes, but they didn’t expect them to start casting spells in the crowd, and then the frantic crowd there became more and more chaotic. , I also suddenly felt pain in my feet. It should have been hit by a spell, and then I could only try to find a seat to sit. If you don’t come, I guess I will have to wait for the crowd to disperse before I can be saved.

"Couldn't there be an old man among those hooded men?" Malfoy felt a little headache now.

"Magic injury? Then remember to go to St Mungo's Hospital later." Malfoy can only try to restrain his feelings of debt. He is not able to predict everything. Pansy's injury this time is obviously unexpected. Outside.

Pansy keenly noticed the change in Malfoy's mood, and then smiled and said, "It's just a minor injury. Didn't I have a good time watching the game before? It's a tie."

At the same time, Pansy only felt that Malfoy's back was very powerful, which gave her a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

She then remembered the conversation between the two not long ago.

"Think about those things when you are an adult? Are you willing or not?" She said to her heart. There was no substantive content in the conversation not long ago. Malfoy said about the possible future forms, or the future. May encounter danger or something, and then implicate her.

She doesn't care.

"Oh my God! What the hell are you doing!" Narcissa waited anxiously in the box, and when she saw her son coming in, she hurriedly greeted her and said in panic.

Then she saw Pansy being stably carried on his back by her son.

Malfoy and Pansy spent a lot of time, and now they are finally back in the box where they should have been.

"I..." Pansy said first as Malfoy was about to explain.

"I was clamoring to go outside to watch the game. Malfoy couldn't hold me back, so he gave in to me."

"Are you okay, little Pansy?" Narcissa only noticed that Pansy seemed injured, and asked hurriedly with concern.

"It should be a magical injury." Malfoy found a soft sofa, which put Pansy down from his back.

"How should I explain to your father?" Narcissa rubbed her forehead, looking very headache.

"Aunt Narcissa, it's okay, it's just a small injury." Pansy said sensibly, but at this time the injury should have recurred, and she snorted in pain.

"Poor child." Narcissa looked at Pansy sympathetically, changing into a stern look, and asked "Draco, how did you take care of her."

"Mom, I'm sorry too." Malfoy could only say that, this time it was indeed his negligence that caused the accident.

"Where is my father? Aunt Narcissa?" Pansy asked only then.

"He went to find you, and I don't know what he should be anxious now." Narcissa said reproachfully.

"What about my father?" Malfoy asked afterwards, and then he saw Narcissa's expression suddenly become extremely unnatural.

"Sure enough." He sighed inwardly, but didn't expect that he had forgotten those close to him.

I have to say that this Quidditch World Cup is full of surprises, not a pleasant journey.

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