harry potter book of crimes

"Draco... yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter something. But for some reasons, it is impossible for me to tell anyone... not even you.

.”

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

Opposite him, across the table from him, Pansy was trying to use limited descriptions to explain his performance during this period.

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

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

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

If you think about it, you will know that Malfoy has never let go of his doubts about her before. If there is no conclusive proof now, how can he suddenly believe her?

Sure enough, when Pansy's explanation voice became quieter and quieter, and finally became inaudible, Malfoy's cold snort completely made her shut her mouth.

"Trust? You are still talking about trust...why should I believe your words?" He said a little impatiently, "If you are still a Slytherin, then don't mention Gryffindor in front of me.

That thing. If you want me to believe you, then give me your evidence to prove that you are not doing anything for that Haierbo!"

Having said this, Malfoy paused again deliberately, then spread his hands and said:

"But do you think you can provide evidence?"

"I--"

Pansy was a little annoyed by Malfoy's questioning, but just when she almost couldn't help but want to tell the truth, the faces of Maka and Snape appeared in her mind together with the images of Dementors.

Flashed through.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart, causing her to hold back the words that were about to blurt out.

"Still don't want to reveal the secrets you've been hiding in your heart?"

Malfoy curled his lips and stared at Pansy's eyes with his cold eyes, and heard him smack his tongue gently like Snape.

"Or, in fact, you don't dare to tell others about it at all - because you are worried that once you say it, Haierbo will kill you immediately?"

When he casually stated this speculation, Malfoy still showed no sympathy in his expression. Even if it was true, Pansy might just be a victim.

However, Malfoy didn't care about this.

In fact, the favor Maka gave him did not change his values. In his view, what connects people is nothing more than interests, and even his gratitude to Maka probably also includes

in.

If possible, he will definitely repay the favor he owes Maka as much as possible in the future, and then he can continue to have no contact with Maka until death.

Yes, Draco Malfoy has always been a stubborn person.

And it is precisely for this reason that he will not relent because Pansy may be forced to do so. After all, he has never owed anything to Pansy Parkinson, a girl - at least that is what he personally feels.

But at the next moment, Malfoy was slightly startled.

He suddenly thought that if Pansy was really coerced by Haierbo, then there seemed to be no point in him continuing to force her.

After thinking about it like this, he finally softened his expression slightly, which made the previous coldness somewhat melt away.

Then, he sighed and said calmly:

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

As he was speaking, a complex look suddenly flashed across his face, but he did not pause and continued:

"Although I don't really want to mention that person's name, but... I think you can try to meet that guy McClain. As long as you tell the truth, he won't turn a blind eye to what happened to you...

…”

"...Furthermore, I have to admit that his ability is enough to make most of the dark wizards in the UK dare not easily take refuge in that Haierbo. From this, it can be seen that you are definitely the right choice to go to him."

Finally, Malfoy raised the corner of his mouth and sneered again, and his eyes when he looked at Pansy suddenly became a little indifferent.

"What's more," he said at last, "I dare say that your 'little secret' may have been noticed by McClain a long time ago. If you don't want to be harmed, the best way is not to obey that Herbo's order.

, but to go to McClain and confess as soon as possible..."

"After all, our Malfoy family has some friendship with your family, so don't let me see your tombstone next time I see you."

The change in Malfoy's attitude was actually not very obvious, especially since his expression still contained a hint of habitual sarcasm.

But when these words reached Pansy's ears, they naturally turned into a "concern" for her.

You know, Malfoy never thought about others before - he was always the kind of person who was only self-centered.

Therefore, even if Malfoy's guess was not so accurate, it still made Miss Parkinson, who already liked him, feel moved.

How difficult it is to gain Malfoy's understanding!

And at that moment, the grievance that she had forced back before suddenly resurfaced in her heart, and she could never take it back.

"Um?"

Malfoy, who was looking at her, suddenly noticed that tears were pouring out of her eyes, and it seemed as if the floodgates had been opened and she couldn't stop them.

"Wait, wait! Why are you crying - stop!"

Even Malfoy, who had become more and more indifferent because he had experienced a lot, seemed a little unable to withstand the girl's tears, and he immediately showed a bit of embarrassment and confusion.

"Hey! I told you to stop!"

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

Pansy's words mixed with sobs kept trembling, and the grievances and anguish in her heart were all vented with tears. When she found that the more she cried, the more comfortable she became, she cried obviously louder.

"Are you a child?"

Malfoy couldn't help but yell at her.

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

On the other side, Malfoy finally sat back down helplessly after being annoyed for a while, and waited in silence with a sullen face until Pansy stopped crying.

To be honest, during that period, he actually wanted to leave more than once, but he couldn't. Because he knew that if he wanted to continue studying peacefully in the future, it would be difficult for him to turn a blind eye to it.

After all, he didn't want to go to Maka himself to confirm whether she knew about this, but he also didn't want to let Haierbo extend his tentacles into his school if Maka made any mistakes.

Finally, Pansy, who calmed down again, hesitated secretly, and then made a decision.

"Draco," she murmured, "I will go find Maclean... If you are worried, you can follow me after dinner and watch me walk into his room."

Of course Malfoy would not say "I'll go in with you". If he could do that, he would have dragged Pansy to Maka to make it clear.

After hearing Pansy's words, he finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief - these days of negotiations were really tiring, especially today!

"Well, let's do it then!"

After saying this, Malfoy no longer wanted to stay here, so he suddenly stood up and walked towards the door of the lounge, and walked out of the room in the blink of an eye.

Pansy behind him saw this and immediately chased after him. It could be seen that at this moment, there was a long-lost smile on her face.

…

A moment later, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Of course, Maka didn't know about the conversation between Pansy and Malfoy - although he actually cared about whether Malfoy would become Pansy's inner stabilizer as he thought.

But when he discovered that Pansy and Malfoy were still missing after dinner time started today, he knew that something must have happened.

And when the dinner was in progress, when the two people came into his sight one after another from the side door, their expressions were enough for him to interpret a lot of information.

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

"Oh, it seems... visiting graves occasionally is a good thing."

Thinking that all of this probably started with Martin's "grave-sweeping invitation", he couldn't help but want to laugh - that guy probably wanted Pansy to calm down this time, and now, he unexpectedly succeeded in advance.

Although, the actual situation is probably different from what he wanted.

Just as Maka picked up a piece of chopped steak and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile, he heard Slughorn beside him also said cheerfully:

"Yes, sweeping graves is indeed a good thing. While remembering our ancestors, we can also appreciate the natural beauty near the cemetery - you know, cemeteries are usually chosen in places with unique scenery!"

This old man liked to talk randomly when he had nothing to do. After hearing this, Maka could only chuckle and nodded.

"Yes!" He said with a deliberate smile while pumping his cheeks and chewing, "Professor, have you chosen a cemetery for yourself? If not, I would suggest that you be buried with Professor Dumbledore -

—The scenery by the lake is really beautiful!”

When Slughorn heard this, he immediately grinned.

"Oh, that sounds good...but it's not urgent, it's not urgent!" (To be continued)