harry potter book of crimes

"In the next period of time, Miss Parkinson's life may not be easy... If she comes to see you one day, I think you might consider giving her a little help."

These were the last words Draco said to Maka when he left Maka's room.

Of course, whether Draco will pay attention to Pansy at that time depends on Draco's personal thoughts.

If he could look far enough, he would have foreseen some changes that might happen to the Parkinson family when Pansy completed the task assigned by Maka.

Therefore, since the Malfoy family has now sided with Maka and Hogwarts, it would be a good choice to provide Pansy with some conveniences when necessary, both in public and private matters.

However, Maka would naturally not take the initiative to remind the other party about matters such as how to consolidate the family's status.

If Draco can think of it on his own, it proves that the future of the Malfoy family is worth looking forward to; and if Draco's vision is not that broad, Maka will not care about losing one partner who can cooperate for a long time.

As for Miss Parkinson, who has not returned home yet, it depends on her whether she can survive this "spy trip" that is both atonement and a test.

If she not only perseveres in the face of many difficulties, but can also complete the task well, Maka will not mind letting the entire Hogwarts welcome her return.

Looking at the door being closed by Draco, Maka thought for a moment, then shrugged with a chuckle.

"I hope everything goes well for her!"

…

Pansy obviously had no way of knowing about Maca's somewhat indifferent "blessing". At this moment, she had just poured a glass of raspberry-flavored cold beer in the bar below, but she had already arrived on the second floor.

among the guest rooms.

To be honest, she actually regretted it a little - she shouldn't have ordered a beer with ice so enthusiastically.

Because of that glass of beer, she now only feels cold all over, without any warmth. In addition, her drinking capacity is actually very average. She drank that glass of wine too quickly, and now her head is somewhat dizzy.

Huhu.

However, there were some benefits to being tipsy. At least the wound on her back shoulder didn't seem to hurt so much anymore. There was only some strange foreign body sensation that made her want to twist her arm.

"Oh, I hope Iluli can hurry up... Even if McClain's intention is to go out tonight, if someone finds out, he won't be able to explain anything to me. Therefore, it's best if I can go back early.

It's better to go back early..."

While muttering to herself, Pansy subconsciously touched the inside of her robe.

She originally wanted to cast a spell to light the fireplace, but after reaching out her hand, she remembered that she had temporarily lent her wand to Eluli before she went out.

"I heard that Muggles always have small tools for lighting fires next to their fireplaces. We wizards should really learn about these little details that make life easier."

Perhaps having experienced some of the real dark side of the magical world, Pansy's mood has undergone some subtle changes. But of course, she said this more to relieve the pressure in her heart, and it was obviously mostly a joke.

.

You know, so-called concepts cannot be changed so easily.

After Pansy searched around the fireplace without any hope and found that there was indeed no fire starter, she finally lifted the quilt and leaned over and got in.

Without a burning flame to provide warmth, it is also an idea to cover yourself with a quilt - at least this can also make you feel less cold, although it is still far worse than a lit fireplace.

After that, about ten minutes passed, and Pansy, who was already somewhat sleepy, was awakened by two slightly reserved knocks on the door.

"Um...oh, wait a minute, I'm coming!"

She rubbed her face and couldn't help but yawned. When she raised her arms and climbed out of bed, her movement was too big and the wound was involved, causing a dull pain caused by the numbness of alcohol.

"Well."

Pansy frowned, then slowly walked over and opened the closed door.

"Did you buy it? Did you encounter anything?"

"Yes, Miss Parkinson, everything went well!"

After Iluli came in, she took the initiative to turn around and close the door, and then took out a small bottle of Motla Rat Juice that she had just bought in Knockturn Alley.

This semi-finished medicine, which is processed with the juice secreted by the back antennae of Motla rats, is definitely not as effective as the expensive white essence in terms of healing effect, but it is a common trauma medicine that is quite affordable.

"Please sit down! I'll give you some medicine."

Iluli gently urged Pansy to sit on the edge of the bed, but due to the height difference, she had to climb onto the bed herself.

When Pansy loosened her clothes and pulled them down a little, a small but seemingly deep wound immediately caught Eluli's sight.

The wooden thorn stuck in Pansy's back shoulder had long been pulled out, and the clothes that had been cleaned were stained with blood again. Even because Pansy had been lying on the bed for a while just now

Because of this, even the bedding was stained with bright red blood.

Fortunately, for wizards, injuries that are not fatal are not a problem. Even a broken arm, a broken leg, and a high paraplegia are just ordinary injuries that can be jumped out of bed and walking within a few days after one or two doses of magic potion.

That’s all.

After Iluli slowly poured the Motra rat juice on it, the pain that had been relieved by the power of alcohol immediately stopped hurting, and the seemingly deep wound seemed to have gradually healed.

Healing trend.

"Just wait for a while," Iluli nodded. "It will recover soon."

"Oh, okay...thank you."

Pansy expressed her gratitude to the other party out of habit, and then stretched her uninjured arm behind her when the other party didn't need to say anything.

"Give me your wand, I think I need to light a fire - it feels a bit cold."

"Ah, are you cold?" Iluli said with a slight worry as she held out her wand, "If it's because of blood loss, then..."

"Oh no, it's not like that."

Pansy felt a little embarrassed. After all, she couldn't say that it was because she drank a large glass of cold beer after the other party left.

"Well, I'm a little afraid of the cold...yes! That's it, it's okay!"

The process of waiting for the wound to heal does not take too much time. Except for the need to warm up due to the cold, the annoying itching on the back shoulder is more painful.

However, before the itching caused by the healing of the injury disappeared, Pansy and Iluli heard a sudden commotion in the bar downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, they discovered that several people seemed to be walking upstairs and knocked on the door of the guest room one by one.

"Who is so late? Why don't you let me sleep? Oh! Who are you?"

"...The Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, please cooperate and show your wand. We need to check it and check it with the registration file."

"Uh, Merlin! What happened again?"

"The current case is still confidential, please do not make unnecessary inquiries..."

The two of them listened carefully behind the door, and soon heard the conversation that was expected. But to be honest, they would rather they guessed wrong.

"What should I do? The Aurors will definitely use the Flashback Charm to check the wand. They will definitely arrest anyone who has cast many dueling spells before!"

Pansy whispered to herself, trying to think of a way to escape the disaster - she knew that she couldn't use the Apparition Charm to leave the Leaky Cauldron just yet.

After all, although she always wore a hood on her head, she was so close to Carl behind the bar, so he must have seen her face. And as long as she escaped like this, Pansy Parkinson was

The so-called "truth" of doing things for Helper's people will immediately be recorded on the Auror Office's list of fugitive suspects.

If that happened, she might not even be able to go back to Hogwarts.

But just when Pansy closed her eyes and was thinking hard, she suddenly felt the wand in her hand being pulled out. Then she heard a crisp "click" coming from her ear.

"Cracking sound.

"Just because she fell down and accidentally broke her wand...that's why Miss Parkinson came here, isn't it?"

Iluli broke the wand she had broken and quickly put it back into Pansy's hand.

"After you go to Ollivanders tomorrow to buy a new wand, you have to go back to school early. And I am just a goblin hybrid who happened to meet you in the Leaky Cauldron and tried to seduce the Parkinson family.

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To be honest, Pansy was really shocked by Iluli's actions this time - in such an emergency situation, how could this petite witch come up with such a clever way to get rid of suspicion?

?

In fact, Iluli's words are indeed quite reasonable. Especially the latter sentence, considering her status as a mixed-blood elf who is rejected by both goblins and wizards, it is indeed very persuasive.

However, just as someone knocked on the door of their guest room from outside, Pansy, who was suddenly awakened by the knock on the door, turned her head involuntarily and whispered to Eluli:

"No, you are not some 'goblin hybrid trying to seduce the Parkinson family', but my new best friend!"

Before she finished speaking, just when Iluli was extremely shaken by Pansy's words, the latter didn't give her a chance to speak anymore and suddenly reached for the doorknob.

"Click——"

With a soft sound, the door opened, revealing three figures with serious expressions. (To be continued)