"Draco ... Yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter something. But for some reason, it is impossible for me to tell anyone ... even you, also No. "

In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy sat on the sofa in the corner with his legs crossed, his eyes pale with a cold light on his pale face.

Opposite him, Pansy and him, across a table, were trying to use a limited description to explain his performance during this time.

But obviously she failed, because her words were even paler than Malfoy's face.

"... So, can't you give me some trust?"

In the end, even Pansy herself felt an inexplicable weakness, so that the tone of her voice gradually dropped.

If you think about it, Malfoy has never let go of her suspicions before. How could it be that she suddenly believed in her if there was no conclusive proof?

Sure enough, when Pansy's explanation became smaller and smaller, and eventually became inaudible, Malfoy's cold humming completely closed her mouth.

"Trust? What trust are you still talking about ... why should I trust you?" He said a little impatiently. "If you are still a Slytherin, don't ask Gryffindor for me. That set. If I believe you, then give your evidence to prove that you are not doing something for that Haierbo! "

Speaking of which, Malfoy paused again deliberately, and then hesitated:

"But do you think you can get evidence?"

"I--"

Pansy was a little annoyed by Malfoy's questioning, but when she almost couldn't help but want to tell the truth, the faces of Maca and Snape were in her mind with the image of Dementors. Flashed in.

Suddenly, she couldn't help trembling in her heart, so that those words that were about to blurt out again.

"Still don't want to explain the secrets you have hidden in your heart?"

Malfoy pursed his lips and stared at Pansy's eyes tightly, and he heard him squinting softly like Snape.

"Or, in fact, you simply don't dare tell things to others-because you worry that once you say something, Haierbo will kill you immediately?"

When this speculation was casually spoken, Malfoy's expression still had no sympathy, even if it was really like that, Pansy might just be a victim.

But Malfoy didn't care.

In fact, the grace that Makar gave him did not change his values. In his opinion, it is nothing more than a benefit to connect people together, and even his gratitude to Maca is probably included as well.

If possible, in the future he will inevitably return the owe to Maca as much as possible, and then he can continue to die with Maca.

Yes, he was always a stubborn man, Draco Malfoy.

It is for this reason that he will not relent because Pansy may be forced to do so. After all, he has never owed a girl to Pansy Parkinson-at least he personally thinks so.

But the next moment, Malfoy took a moment's notice.

He suddenly thought that if Panxi was really coerced by Haierbo, it would not make any sense for him to continue to force it like this.

After all this thinking, he finally eased his expression a bit, so that the coldness of the previous strand was more or less ablated.

Then he saw him sigh, and then said lightly:

"Parkinson, maybe because of some threats, you really can't tell the whole story. But don't you think this is not an absolutely unsolvable problem?"

As he was talking, there was a complex flash of light on his face, but he continued without hesitating:

"Although I don't really want to mention that person's name, but ... I think you can try to meet the guy who is McLean. As long as you tell the truth, presumably the guy will not turn a blind eye to your encounter ... ... "

"... Moreover, I have to admit that his ability is enough to prevent the vast majority of black wizards in the UK from relying on that Haierbo easily. From this we can see that you are definitely the right choice to find him."

At the end, Malfoy sneered again, and the look in Pansy's eyes suddenly became a bit indifferent.

"What's more," he said finally, "I dare say, your little secret is afraid that McLean has long been aware of it. If you don't want to be harmed, the best way is not to obey the order of the Helber Instead, go to McLean and confess as soon as possible ... "

"After all, how can we say that our Malfoy family and your family have some friendship, so don't let me see you next time, but your tombstone."

The change in Malfoy's attitude was not very obvious, especially with a little habit of irony in his expression.

But these words came to Pansy's ears, but naturally became a kind of "care" for her.

You know, Malfoy had been thinking about others before-he was always the kind of self-centered person.

Therefore, even if Malfoy's guess was not so accurate, it moved Miss Parkinson, who loved the other side, to take care of himself.

How difficult it is to get Malfoy's understanding!

And at that moment, the grievances that had been forced back by her back then suddenly reappeared in her heart, and she could no longer accept them.

"Ok?"

Watching her Malfoy, she suddenly found her tears bursting out of her eyes, and she couldn't stop as if she had opened the gate.

"Wait, wait! What are you crying for-stop!"

Even Malfoy, who had become more indifferent because of going through a lot of things, seemed to be a little overwhelmed by the girl's tears, and immediately became a little embarrassed and frustrated.

"Hey! I told you to stop!"

"I ... I can't stop ..."

Pan Xi's choked words kept trembling, and the grievances and distresses under her heart burst out with tears. When she found herself crying more and more, she cried significantly louder.

"Are you a kid!"

Malfoy could not help yelling at her.

After that, Pansy cried for a while, until she was tired of crying, and stopped sobbing gradually.

On the other side, Malfoy reluctantly sat down again after annoyed, waiting silently until Pansy stopped crying.

To be honest, he actually wanted to leave more than once during that period, but he couldn't. Because he understands that if he wants to continue to study steadily in the future, he will hardly turn a blind eye to it.

After all, he didn't want to go to Maca to make sure that the other party knew about it, but he didn't want to let Haierbo extend his tentacles into his school in case of an omission.

Finally, Pan Xi, who had calmed down again, murmured secretly, and then made a decision.

"Draco," she whispered. "I'll go to McLean ... if you're not sure, you can follow me after dinner and watch me walk into his room."

Of course, Malfoy would not say, "I will go with you." If he could do that, he would have forcibly dragged Pansy to make a clear statement in front of Maca.

After hearing Pan Xi's words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief-this negotiation for several days is really tiring, especially today!

"Well, then do it!"

Having said that, Malfoy didn't want to stay here anymore, and suddenly stood up and walked towards the entrance of the lounge, and walked out of the room in a blink of an eye.

When Pansy behind him saw this, he immediately followed him. You can see that at this moment there is a long-lost smile on her face.

...

A moment later, in the auditorium of Hogwarts.

Regarding Pansy's conversation with Malfoy, Maca naturally didn't know-although he also really cared whether Malfoy would become Pansy's soothing inner stabilizer as he thought.

But when he found out that Pansy and Malfoy had not been seen today after the start of dinner time, he knew what should have happened.

And until the dinner was on the way, when the two men successively entered his sight through the side door, their respective expressions were enough for him to read a lot of information.

Yes, especially the smile on Miss Parkinson's face is an obvious reminder.

"Oh, it seems ... it's a good thing to scan the grave occasionally."

Thinking that it all started with Martin's "Grave Sweeping Invitation", he couldn't help but want to laugh-most of the time this guy also wanted Panxi to stabilize his mind ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and now he unexpectedly It succeeded ahead of time.

Although, the actual situation is estimated to be different from what he wants.

As Maca grinned and forkd a chopped steak into his mouth, he heard Slughorn beside him cheerfully:

"Yes, grave sweeping is indeed a good thing. While remembering our ancestors, we can also enjoy the natural beauty near the cemetery-you know, cemeteries are usually chosen in some beautiful places!"

The old man liked to talk casually when he was fine. When Maca heard it, he had to smile slightly and nodded.

"Yeah!" He laughed deliberately as he encouraged the cheeks to chew. "Professor, have you chosen a cemetery for yourself? If not, I would suggest you be buried with Professor Dumbledore— —The view by the lake is really beautiful! "

Slughorn grinned when he heard it.

"Oh, that sounds good ... but not in a hurry, not in a hurry!"