Chapter 1072

When almost everyone was watching the game with an excited face, only one person always stared at his hand and looked absent-minded from the beginning to now.

The man, of course, was pansy Parkinson sitting in the Slytherin stand.

It is worth mentioning that in today's game, even if she had no mind to take care of others, Malfoy still sat in the seat behind her.

If it was in the past, she might have noticed it before she sat down?

However, the gloom of the family, the decline of her brother, her own fate, and of course, the face of the Muggle hanged man when he died miserably in front of her... All entangled together, turned into a pair of terrible claws, and gripped her increasingly fragile heart.

That alone was enough for her to be immersed in shivering all day, not to mention the further catalysis of namaka McLean last night.

At present, she has no time for him.

But at this moment, a white palm that patted her on the shoulder told her a truth - some opportunities may only be far away when you try every means to chase, but inadvertently, they will come to you by themselves.

"Pansy, come with me."

……

It has been a long time since Marca and Snape went to Malfoy's house for a "home visit" last time.

It was also that time that Draco's life gradually returned to the right track after getting rid of the big trouble secretly left by Voldemort before his death with the help of Marca.

Without that uncanny power, Draco became an ordinary Slytherin student. Although he had stayed in one grade before, with his academic performance, he could get a more perfect score in this year's o.w.ls exam.

To be honest, except that the family power has obviously declined a lot compared with the past, in fact, everything has passed quietly.

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

After all, it is more important for him to study and prepare for taking over the Malfoy family in the future than anything else.

Don't get into any more trouble - everyone in the Malfoy family, including his father who should nominally serve his sentence in Azkaban, thinks so.

Of course, his temper may not be able to be completely changed. Occasionally, people will still see him and Ron bicker, and then sneer at each other.

Today, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw played in the Quidditch cup. In fact, Draco was not very interested.

In the past, he really liked this sport because it was popular and popular enough. But now, he is more willing to learn more knowledge in the library, public lounge, or simply his own bedroom.

If you want to repair the damage suffered by the Malfoy family so far, he, the future owner, will certainly need to pay more efforts.

But when he watched the players flying around at will, while silently thinking about a theoretical problem about magic medicine, the familiar and strange figure in front suddenly attracted his attention.

"Is that pansy?"

Draco glanced casually and quickly judged each other's identity from the neatly combed hair.

In fact, he and pansy grew up together - there are many activities in the pure blood wizard family. When he was a child, his father often took him to various formal or informal high-end parties such as dinner, dance and afternoon tea.

In those activities, children as old as him are naturally indispensable.

Boys born in pure blood families need to develop their communication skills from an early age, while if they are girls, their parents prefer to let them show up in front of their peers as soon as possible.

Nowadays, the gradual desolation and withering of pure blood makes all families need to combine with each other. In order to maintain the purity of blood, marriage has already become an inevitable choice.

It was in those messy party activities one after another that Draco and pansy met very frequently because the friendship between Malfoy and Parkinson's family had always been OK.

Unfortunately, he never liked this girl as mean as her brother.

Yes, even later, pansy Parkinson's performance in front of him gradually became much more obedient. But he had already seen his nature, but he was too lazy to pay more attention to her.

However, the figure he saw sitting in the stands at the moment gave Draco a trace of inexplicable care.

"Hmm..." Draco frowned slightly and thought in a slightly puzzled way, "what happened to her?"

In fact, he felt a heavy feeling from pansy's back. And he has experienced the majestic pressure to destroy the whole person more than once in the past, hasn't he?

"Does... Have something to do with that guy named halbo?"

Voldemort's "gift" almost killed him - if Maka had not been magnanimous, he would never have wanted to sit on the platform and watch the Quidditch game if he had not not destroyed himself who fell into evil and rescued him from the terrible abyss.

At this time, pansy's back is like the time when he was oppressed by Voldemort's power and struggling on the edge of good and evil!

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

Just a brief touch, he noticed a trace of repressive trembling from his shoulder.

Pansy looked very dull. A few seconds after Draco patted her, she turned back in confusion and looked at Draco in a daze.

On Draco's side, while realizing what he had done, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless about his behavior just now.

Really, what happened to pansy Parkinson? Does it have anything to do with him? Not to mention, he was just guessing that the other party may have been involved in the confrontation between Maka and Haier Bo.

It's better not to get involved in such a thing, let alone get out of it after getting involved - his unlucky father Lucius Malfoy is undoubtedly the best example.

But then Draco frowned and tilted his head towards the stairs of the grandstand.

"Pansy, come with me!"

Miss Parkinson, who was dazed, followed Draco, stood up and walked up and down the stairs, but Maka, who was diagonally opposite the stadium, caught a glimpse of them leaving.

No, in fact, it can't be said to be "just right". After all, he has been paying attention to pansy from time to time since breakfast today.

Seeing Malfoy call him to the stairs, Maka was a little surprised at first, but soon she nodded as if she had figured it out.

But when he smiled and looked away, he continued to look up at Hermione and Luna, who were still chasing each other, but he couldn't help saying to himself:

"Maybe Professor Snape will be a lot easier this time!"

……

"Draco, what... Can I do for you?"

In the magic wooden staircase under the high platform, the two were facing each other, standing behind the Slytherin hanging cloth hanging from the bleachers.

At present, there was a trace of relaxation in pansy's expression, which had been tight from the night until just now.

Previously, she didn't notice each other's existence. Naturally, it was just because she was under too much pressure and didn't have enough strength to consider those love things.

But when Malfoy came to her in person, she couldn't help but feel a little more joy.

Looking at the weight on pansy's face, Malfoy shook his head and suddenly said straight:

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

"Uh... Ah?"

Miss Parkinson didn't expect that after the other party came out, the first sentence was 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 he asked so frankly.

"Yes," she said, "Draco, I like you - I like you from a very early time!"

Malfoy heard the speech and gave no indication.

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

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

As he was saying this, he gave a brief pause and then added:

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

"Ask me something?" pansy hesitated and nodded again. "Ask! I'll tell you... Well, no, let me think again."

Halfway through it, she suddenly changed her mouth.

Perhaps it was the serious and heavy expression on Malfoy's face that made pansy naturally think of the things she was still bothering.

Not to mention anything else, at least she felt she couldn't say anything about what happened this time.

Yes, even if it was Draco Malfoy, whom she really liked, who was about to ask her questions at the moment.

But when Malfoy heard this, he frowned:

"Don't you want to say? Hum... Is it related to Haier Bo and McLean?"

"How do you know --"

Pansy immediately regretted it when he said this - if Malfoy was just trying to set her up, but she was not sure, wouldn't she be telling herself?

But Malfoy followed:

"Is it difficult to guess these? Isn't that the biggest thing in the magic world now? What's more, just look at your state these days..."

"Is it so obvious?"

Pansy quickly touched his cheek.