Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Why is he not yet Draco?" Sitting at a small round table, Pansy was swaying her uninjured calf, waiting boredly, glancing out of the glass window from time to time.

It's just that she also knows that she came too early.

The day she was discharged from the hospital was Saturday. After her previous inquiry, it happened to be when the students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village, so Pansy and Malfoy agreed to meet there.

The express train was of course out of service at this time. It was Pansy’s father who sent her here. If her father’s habit of doing business all year round leads to anything, please go early to deal with emergencies. As expected, when they just arrived At this time, the news brought by an owl made Mr. Hector to leave as soon as possible. The busy business made his time compact.

"Remember to write to Dad. Don't bear it if your legs hurt. The teachers in the school will definitely help you." After explaining a few words, he left in a hurry.

"Understood, you can do your job, Dad, I am much better now." Pansy said urgingly, which is exactly what she wanted.

The place where she is staying now is an ordinary tea house, the place is small and misty, as if everything is decorated with frills or bows.

But if you want to say ordinary, it is not so ordinary, because the people who come here are all in pairs. Pansy also saw many faces. She guessed that those she did not know were Demster. Lang or Busbarton’s student.

The men and women put their hands on the table, squeezed them together, watching each other affectionately, a few pairs even lingering, hugging each other and kissing, making Pansy blush. Heartbeat.

Now she was here alone, becoming more and more out of place, feeling embarrassed that she was alone, and hoped that Malfoy could come over soon.

"This lovely lady, what do you want to order?" said Madame Petif.

This woman wears shiny black hair in a bun. She is the proprietress of this teahouse. The name of this teahouse is named after her, but her figure is slightly fat, which made her squeeze from the gap between the two tables. It was a little strenuous.

"Oh, uh... can you wait any longer, the person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet." Pansy said embarrassedly.

"Who can bear to let such a lovely lady wait for him alone? To keep the lady waiting for a long time, this is really not a gentleman's behavior." Madam Pattif gave Pansy a sympathetic look.

"Warm up first, just as I asked you." The woman smiled kindly, and then handed Pansy a cup of steaming drink.

"Mint hot chocolate, you will like it," she introduced.

"Thank you." Pansy took the cup and felt her hands warm up immediately. A scent of fragrance drifted into her nose with the heat.

"Madame, here's a glass of rum and a glass of orange juice!" There was such a voice not far away, and Mrs. Pettifu went over to attract her guests again.

Just when Pansy saw the couple next door kissing her for the seventh time and the drinks in the cups were empty, the door of the teahouse was blown open as if by the wind, and Malfoy's figure appeared at the door.

As soon as she saw him, Pansy started to wave her hands, with a bright smile on her face, especially when she saw Malfoy coming by himself, she was even happier.

Malfoy also smiled a little, and he hadn't seen this girl for a long time. The days before had always made him feel that something was missing.

It's just that after he approached the table where Pansy was and took out a chair to sit down, his expression seemed a little cold.

Pansy just felt that Malfoy's eyes glanced at her from top to bottom, and the expression on his face changed, and he couldn't help wondering if his clothes were unflattering today.

She wore a light red pleated long skirt today,

Before, she was dressed in some neutral short hair.

"Don't you like my dress today?" Pansy asked tentatively.

Malfoy's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"You can understand that." Malfoy said so, making Pansy's head lowered gloomily. After anyone was dressed up, being said so was no less than a pot of cold water.

"It's pretty," Malfoy said, making Pansy's mood warmer, and she soon understood the reason.

"You have a leg injury, can you really wear this kind of thing? Go back to school and change it for me immediately." Malfoy's reason made her feel better.

"Are you caring about me?" Pansy asked happily.

"Is it still hurting you?" Malfoy asked back. "Let's go, it is estimated that after so long, the injury may have worsened."

"I'm not that fragile." Pansy muttered softly, feeling a little reluctant. After all, the wizard robes that the school stipulates to wear are not as beautiful as she wears today. She also hopes to be seen by someone in front of her. Staying, I didn't expect that this kind of treatment would be exchanged in the end.

But in the end Pansy obeyed Malfoy's wishes and obediently followed him out of the teahouse.

"Take care of your injury, you still need to rest now," Malfoy sighed, a little pity in his eyes.

He asked those professional doctors at St. Mungo’s Hospital. The spell that hit Pansy was very special. It was not only slightly poisonous, but also a curse with a certain effect. The former would be instantly wiped out under the effect of Phoenix tears. , And Malfoy "blackmailed" Dumbledore last time there was still some inventory, but the latter was not that simple.

At least for Pansy, it is.

This spell is specially used for Muggles who have no magical power in their body. In order to have the effect of torture, in other words, if the person who has the magical power is enough, it will be painful at most for a while, but if their body Without any magic power, it would be extremely difficult to cure, and those Death Eaters who caused the commotion used this spell at the Quidditch World Cup just to disrupt order.

After all, there are almost no Muggles on that occasion.

That riot also caused many innocent spectators to enter the St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Those adult wizards who were hit by such a spell were able to move freely only after resting for a few days.

And Pansy was not so lucky. According to the doctor, the impact of the injury may last a long time, and it may only disappear completely as the magic in her body increases.

The two walked very slowly along the way. Pansy said that she didn't want others to see her limping and walking, so she could only cover it by lowering her speed, and Malfoy could only try to accommodate Pansy's pride.

Perhaps the only lucky thing about this kind of injury is that there are no taboos. Even if Malfoy hopes she can return to Hogwarts as soon as possible to change this outfit that may be unfavorable to the condition, she still hasn't been stunned by Pan. Xi's obsession with Duke Honey, the two stopped at the entrance of this candy store.

"I'm a sick number, and I will be officially in class the day after tomorrow. Can't you pity me?" Pansy said pitifully, "and you are still a warrior now. If you want to prepare for the game, I definitely can't bother you."

"I only give you five minutes." What can Malfoy say now?

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