Chapter 1071 Pansy and Draco

While almost everyone was watching the game with excitement, there was only one person who kept staring at his hand, looking absent-minded from the beginning until now.

And that person was naturally Pansy Parkinson sitting in the Slytherin stands.

It's worth mentioning that even though she didn't have the heart to care about other things in today's game, Malfoy still sat in the seat behind her by coincidence.

If it was in the past, she might have noticed it before she sat down, right?

However, the gloom of the family, the downfall of her brother, her own fate, and of course the face of the Muggle hangman who died tragically in front of her...all entangled together, turning into a pair of terrifying claws, holding tightly Looking at her increasingly fragile heart.

These alone are enough for her to be immersed in trembling all day long, not to mention the further catalyst of Namaka McLean last night.

Right now, she has no time for him.

But at this moment, a white palm that patted her shoulder lightly told her a truth - some opportunities may only be far away when you do everything possible to chase them, but one inadvertently, it will turn itself 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 last time.

And it was also that time, after getting rid of the big trouble that Voldemort secretly left him before his death with the help of Maca, Draco's life gradually returned to the right track.

Without the weird power that came out of thin air, Draco became an ordinary Slytherin student again. Although I left a grade earlier,

But with his academic performance, he can get a more perfect result in this year's o.w.ls exam.

To be honest, apart from the obvious decline of the family power compared to before, everything has actually passed away without a trace.

After a period of recuperation, Draco returned to Hogwarts, as low-key as he had been 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 any more trouble—everyone in the Malfoy family thought so, including his father who was still supposed to be serving his sentence in Azkaban.

Of course, there was probably no way to completely get rid of his temper. Occasionally, everyone would still see him and Ron bickering, and then mocking each other sarcastically.

Today, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's Quidditch Cup match, in fact, Draco did not have much interest.

He really liked this sport in the past, because it was popular enough and cool enough. But now, he prefers to gain more knowledge in the library, common room, or simply his dormitory.

If he wanted to repair all the damage the Malfoy family had suffered so far, he, the future head of the family, would definitely need to put in more effort.

But when he was casually watching the players flying around in the arena, while silently thinking about a theoretical question about potion science, the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him suddenly attracted his attention. past.

Is it Pansy?

Draco glanced casually, and quickly judged the other party's identity from the neatly combed hairstyle.

In fact, he and Pansy can be considered to have grown up together—the pure-blood wizard family has a lot of activities. When he was a child, his father would often take him to participate in dinners, dances, afternoon tea, etc. All kinds of formal or informal high-end gatherings.

In those activities, a child of his age is naturally indispensable.

Boys born into pure-blood families need to develop social skills from an early age, while girls are more likely to be exposed to their peers by their parents as early as possible.

In this day and age, the gradual desolation and withering of pure blood makes each family need to combine with each other. In order to maintain the purity of blood, marriage has long been an inevitable choice.

And it was also in those messy gatherings one after another, since the Malfoys and the Parkinsons had always been on good terms, Draco and Pansy seemed to meet very frequently.

It's a pity that he never liked this girl who was as mean as her brother.

Yes, even later, Pansy Parkinson's performance in front of him slowly became a lot more submissive. But he, who has seen her nature for a long time, is simply too lazy to talk to her.

However, the back view he saw while sitting in the stands at this moment caused a trace of inexplicable concern in Draco's heart.

Hmm... Draco frowned slightly, wondering to himself, What happened to her?

In fact, he felt a heavy feeling from Pansy's back. And the majestic pressure that seemed to destroy his whole body, he had experienced it more than once in the past, didn't he?

Could it be...is it related to that guy named Hai Erbo?

Voldemort's gift back then almost cost him his life—if it wasn't for Maca's generosity, not only did he not destroy himself who had fallen into evil, but he also rescued him from the extremely terrifying abyss, he It is absolutely impossible to think about sitting on a high platform like this and watching a Quidditch match.

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

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

After just a brief contact, he felt a suppressed tremor from that shoulder.

Pansy looked very dull, and only a few seconds after Draco patted her, she turned around with a confused face and gave Draco a blank look.

As for Draco, while realizing what he had done, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless about his behavior just now.

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

It's best not to get involved in something like this, let alone get out of it unscathed after getting involved - in this regard, his unlucky old man Lucius Malfoy is undoubtedly the best example .

But then, Draco still frowned and tilted his head towards the stairs of the grandstand.

Pansy, come with me!

Miss Parkinson, who was dazed, followed Draco, stood up and walked back and forth to the stairs, but Maca, who was diagonally across from the stadium, happened to catch a glimpse of their departure.

No, it can't actually be said to be just right, after all, since breakfast today, he has been paying attention to Pan Xi's appearance from time to time.

When he saw Malfoy calling him to the other side of the stairs, Maca was a little surprised at first, but quickly nodded secretly as if he had figured it out.

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

Maybe, Professor Snape will save a lot of worry this time!

...

Draco, what are you doing?

In the magical wooden stairwell beneath the dais, the two faced each other, behind the Slytherin hangings hanging from the grandstand.

Right now, Panxi's expression, which had been tense from the night until just now, finally showed a trace of relaxation.

She didn't notice the existence of the other party before, naturally it was only because she was under too much pressure, and she no longer had the extra energy to think about those romantic things.

But when Malfoy came to her in person, she couldn't help but feel a little more joy in her heart.

Seeing the heavyness on Pansy's face that hadn't completely faded, Malfoy shook his head, and suddenly said bluntly:

Pansy, you like me, don't you?

Uh...huh?

Miss Parkinson never expected that this was the first thing the other party said after she came out.

But... of course, as a girl, Pansy is not as twitchy as a normal girl. Even though she hadn't said it before, since Malfoy asked so bluntly, she nodded decisively accordingly.

Yes, she said, Draco, I like you - from a very early age!

Malfoy didn't give any indication when he heard this.

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

So, if I want to ask you something, you must be willing to tell me, right?

As he was speaking, he paused for a while, and then added:

You know, all I want to hear is 'the truth.'

Ask me something? Pansy hesitated and nodded again. Ask! I'll tell you...well, no, let me think about it.

Only halfway through, she suddenly changed her mouth.

Perhaps it was the serious and heavy expression on Malfoy's face that made Pansy naturally think of the things that were bothering her just now.

Not to mention anything else, at least she felt that she definitely couldn't talk about what happened this time.

Yes, even if it was Draco Malfoy, whom she really liked, who was going to ask her a question at this moment.

However, after Malfoy heard it, he frowned and said:

Don't you want to talk about it? Hmph...does it have something to do with Hai Erbo and McClain?

How do you know—

As soon as she said this, Pansy immediately regretted it - if Malfoy was just trying to trick her, but he was not sure at all, then didn't she just call herself out?

But Malfoy immediately said:

Is there any difficulty in guessing these? Isn't this the biggest thing in the magic world now? What's more, just look at your state these days...

Is this so obvious?

Pansy quickly touched his cheek.

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