When almost everyone was watching the game with excitement, only one person was always staring at his hand, and from the beginning to the present has been in a state of absent-mindedness.

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

It is worth mentioning that even though she didn't have any thoughts to take care of others in this game today, Malfoy still happened to be sitting in the seat behind her.

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

However, the gloom of the family, the fall of her brother, her own destiny, and of course the face of the Muggle Hanger who died tragically in front of her ... all entangled, turned into a pair of terrible hands, clenched At her increasingly fragile heart.

That alone was enough for her to immerse herself in the trembling all day, not to mention the further catalysis of Marka McLean last night.

Right now, she had no time to take care of him.

But at this moment, a white palm that gently patted her shoulder told her a reason-some opportunities, you may only stay away when you try every means to chase, but inadvertently, it will instead Come to you.

"Panxi, come with me."

...

It has been a long time since Makar and Snape went to Malfoy's "home visit" the last time.

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

Without that weird power, Draco became an ordinary Slytherin student again. Although he stayed in a previous grade, but with his academic results, he can get a more perfect score in the o.w.ls exam this year.

To be honest, except for the fact that the family power has obviously fallen significantly compared to the past, in fact everything has passed silently.

After a period of recuperation, Draco returned to Hogwarts and remains as low-key as in recent years.

After all, it is more important for him to learn down-to-earth and prepare for taking over the Malfoy family in the future.

Don't mess with it anymore-everyone, including his father, who is supposedly serving a sentence in Azkaban, thinks so.

Of course, his temper could not be completely changed. Occasionally, people would still see him and Ron twitching, and then mock each other coldly.

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

He really liked the sport in the past, because it was popular enough to pull the wind. But now, he is more willing to learn more in the library, common room, or simply his bedroom.

If he wants to repair the damage that the Malfoy family has suffered so far, his future homeowner will definitely need to put more effort into it.

But just as he watched the players flying wildly in the arena while thinking about a theoretical question about potion in his heart, the familiar and strange back figure suddenly attracted his attention. past.

"Is it Pansy?"

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

To say that he and Pansy actually grew up together-there are so many activities of the pure blood wizard family, when he was young, his father often took him to dinners, dances, afternoon tea, etc. Various formal or informal high-end gatherings.

In those activities, a child like him is naturally indispensable.

Boys born in a pure-blood family need to develop communicative skills from an early age, and if they are girls, their parents would prefer to show them in front of their peers as soon as possible.

In this era, the gradual loneliness and decline of pure blood make each family need to combine with each other. In order to maintain the purity of blood, marriage has long been an inevitable choice.

It is also in those messy, party-to-party gatherings that, because the Malfoy and Parkinson's friendship has always been okay, Draco and Pansy seem to meet frequently.

Unfortunately, he never liked this girl who was as bitter as her brother.

Yes, even afterwards, Pansy Parkinson's performance in front of him slowly became much more submissive. But he had seen him in nature for a long time, but he was far more lazy to take care of her.

However, the back that I saw sitting in the stands at this moment gave Draco a sense of inexplicable care.

"Hmm ..." Draco frowned slightly, thinking slightly wonderingly, "what happened to her?"

In fact, he felt a heavy weight from Pansy's back. And the kind of majestic pressure that would destroy him all, he has experienced it more than once, hasn't he?

"Does it have to do with the guy named Haierbo?"

Voldemort's original "gift" would have almost cost him his life—if it had not been Makar's magnanimity, not only would he not have destroyed his evil self, but he would have been saved from the terrible abyss. It is impossible to think of Enron sitting on a high platform watching the Quidditch game.

At this time, Pan Xi's back looked like a period when he was oppressed by Voldemort's power at the time, struggling on the edge of good and evil!

After a moment of thought and a moment of memory, Draco subconsciously stretched his hand to the shoulder in front of him, and patted it gently.

After only a brief contact, he noticed a depressing tremor from his shoulder.

Pansy looked dull, and after a few seconds of Draco's slap on her, she turned back with a look of confusion and gave Draco a stunned look.

While Draco realized what he had done, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless about what he had just done.

Really, what did Pansy Parkinson meet and have anything to do with him? Not to mention, he was just guessing that the opponent was most likely involved in the confrontation between Maca and Haierbo.

Things like this, it ’s best not to blend in, let alone retreat after getting involved-and at this point, his unlucky old man Lucius Malfoy is undoubtedly the best example. .

But then, Draco frowned, crooked his head toward the grandstand stairs.

"Panxi, come with me!"

Bewildered, Miss Parkinson followed Draco and stood up and walked up the stairs, but Maca, who was diagonally opposite the stadium, just happened to see the scene where they left.

No, in fact, it cannot be said to be "just right", after all, he has been paying attention to Pansy's appearance from time to time since breakfast.

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

But when he saw that he smiled again and then looked away, and continued to look up at Hermione and Luna, who were still chasing each other, but could not help saying to himself:

"Maybe this time Professor Snape will have a lot of peace of mind!"

...

"Draco, are you ... anything?"

In the magical wooden staircase under the high platform, the two faced each other, standing behind Slytherin's cloth hanging from the stand.

At the moment, Pan Sina's expression that had been tense from night till just now, finally there was a trace of slackness.

Previously, she didn't notice the existence of the other person, naturally just because she was too stressed and had no extra energy to think about those affectionate things.

But when Malfoy came to see her in person, she couldn't help feeling a little more happy.

Looking at the heavy weight that hadn't faded from Pansy's face, Malfoy shook his head, and suddenly straight out:

"Panxi, you like me, don't you?"

"Uh ... ah?"

Miss Parkinson didn't expect that after the other party came out, the first sentence turned out to be this.

But ... Of course, as a girl, Pansy doesn't twist like an ordinary girl. Even if she hadn't said it before, Malfoy nodded decisively since she had asked so frankly.

"Yes," she said, "Draco, I like you-I have loved you since an early age!"

Malfoy heard that no indication was given.

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

"Then, if I want to ask you something, you must be willing to tell me?"

As he spoke, he paused, then added:

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

"Ask me something?" Pansy hesitated and nodded again. "You ask! I will tell you ... well, no, let me think again."

Only halfway through, she suddenly changed her mouth.

Maybe it was the serious and heavy expression on Malfoy's face that made Pansy think of the things she was still troubled by.

Without saying anything else, at least what she encountered this time, she felt she couldn't say anything.

Yes, even if she was about to ask her at this moment, it was Draco Malfoy she really liked.

However, Malfoy frowned when he heard:

"Don't want to say it? Hmm ... is it related to Haierbo and McLean?"

"How do you know--"

Only then did this exit ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Pansy immediately regretted it—in case Malfoy was just pretending to be her words, in fact, if she was completely unsure, wouldn't she not take the initiative?

But Malfoy followed:

"Is there any difficulty in guessing these? The biggest thing in the magic world right now isn't this? Not to mention, just looking at your state these days ..."

"Is this so obvious?"

Pansy hurriedly touched her cheek.

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