Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After a while, the crowd finally gradually thinned out, and Malfoy finally found the opportunity. According to his memory, he walked to the box.

He was going upstream along the stream of people at this time, and when he was passing a stand, he suddenly heard a voice that was all too familiar. It seemed faint in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, but he still heard it.

"Draco! I'm here!" Malfoy only saw Pansy clutching the armrest of one seat tightly to avoid being squeezed away, and the other hand was waving desperately, waving at him. The other foot was sitting on the seat in a strange position, looking rather awkward, and the expression on his face also showed a twisted pain.

"This is really a disaster." Malfoy thought to himself, and naturally he squeezed past the crowd immediately. In a sense, this was also related to himself.

Pansy's current position is in a small circular stand, the seats above are neatly placed, and Pansy is half lying on the empty seat in front of the two seats, showing a very weak look. look.

"I had warned him not to put any markers," Malfoy said in his heart, but it was useless to regret it now, Malfoy could only come to Pansy's side and asked a few times with concern.

"Is your foot twisted? Can you still walk then?" he asked concerned.

Pan Xi pursed her lips and shook her head weakly, "It hurts badly." A thin layer of mist covered her eyes.

"I think you looked quite energetic when you called me just now." Malfoy said helplessly.

"My leg is injured, not my throat. Can you hear me if I don't scream?" She responded immediately, so full of anger that Malfoy was relieved.

"Then what now? You can't walk, do you want me to leave you here?" Malfoy asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Just carry me!" Pansy blurted out, and then realized that her intentions seemed to be too obvious. Then she carefully glanced at Malfoy, looking at his expressionless face, and knew that her thoughts should be It's out of play.

"Forget it, it's my fault." Malfoy sighed, and then said jokingly, "Don't push me down, then no one will take you back."

"I'm not heavy." Pansy said reluctantly, but her eyes were narrowed into slits, and she hugged Malfoy's neck with a smile, as if the wound on her leg was no longer so painful.

Malfoy only felt that there was almost no weight attached to his back, and it was light, which was nothing to him who exercised regularly.

"I'm not heavy?" Pansy, who was still full of confidence just now, felt Malfoy suddenly froze, and couldn't help but wonder if he was really heavy, so he asked in a low voice.

"Acceptable." Malfoy didn't have the time to worry about Pansy's problem, and by the way, he lifted her slender calf with both hands, letting the weight of her entire body rest on him.

Compared to this, he was more concerned about how Pansy was injured.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Malfoy asked.

At this time, Pansy's hand around his neck was hooked even tighter, for fear that he would fall off if he didn't grasp it.

"I don't know." Pansy whispered beside Malfoy's ear, the heat tickling Malfoy's ear.

"After I got separated from you, I didn't know where I was squeezed, so I could only follow the crowd slowly, but suddenly a group of hooded men in black cloaks suddenly came across the green field. I thought it was The support team of one of the two national teams, you know, some cheerleaders always like to wear strange clothes, but I didn't expect them to start casting spells in public, and then the already frenzied crowd became more and more chaotic , I also suddenly felt a pain in my foot, it should be hit by a spell, and then I can only try to find a seat to sit, if you don't come, I guess I have to wait for the crowd to disperse before I can be saved.

"Isn't there a daddy in those hooded men?" Malfoy felt a little headache now.

Decided not to think about this issue for the time being, the most important thing at the moment is to send Pansy back safely

"Magical injury? Then remember to go to St. Mungo's Hospital later." Malfoy could only try to restrain himself from being indebted. He couldn't predict everything. Pansy's injury this time was obviously unexpected. outside.

Pansy keenly noticed the change in Malfoy's mood, and then said with a smile: "It's just a minor injury. Didn't I have a good time watching the game before? It's even a draw."

At the same time, Pansy only felt that Malfoy's back was strong, giving her an inexplicable feeling of reassurance.

At this time, she recalled the conversation between the two not long ago.

"Do you think about those things when you're an adult? Would you like me or not?" she said to herself, the conversation not long ago had no substantive content, and Malfoy said something about the possible future form, or the future There may be danger or something, and she will be implicated.

She just doesn't care.

"My God! What the hell are you doing!" Narcissa was waiting anxiously in the box. As soon as she saw her son walking in, she hurriedly greeted her and said in a panic.

Then she saw Pansy being safely carried on her back by her son.

Malfoy and Pansy took a lot of work, and now they are finally back in the box where they were supposed to be.

"I..." Malfoy was about to explain when Pansy said it first.

"I was clamoring to go outside to watch the game, and Malfoy couldn't beat me, so he accommodated me."

"Are you all right, little Pansy?" Narcissa noticed that Pansy seemed to be injured at this time, and asked with concern.

"Probably a magic injury." Malfoy found a soft sofa and put Pansy off his back.

"How should I explain to your father?" Narcissa rubbed her forehead, looking like she had a headache.

"Aunt Narcissa, it's fine, it's just a minor injury." Pansy said sensible, but at this time the injury should have flared up again, and she groaned in pain.

"Poor child." Narcissa looked at Pansy sympathetically, putting on a stern look and asking, "Draco, how did you take care of her."

"Mom, I'm sorry too." Malfoy could only say that, this time it was indeed his negligence that caused the accident.

"Where's my dad? Aunt Narcissa?" Pansy asked at this time.

"He went to find you, and I don't know what he should be in such a hurry now." Narcissa said reproachfully.

"What about my dad?" Malfoy asked afterward, and then he saw Narcissa's expression suddenly turn very unnatural.

"Sure enough." He sighed inwardly, but he didn't think that he would forget the people he was close to.

I have to say, this Quidditch World Cup is full of surprises, not a pleasant journey

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