Chapter 1100

"Draco... Yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter something. But for some reason, I can't tell anyone... Not even you."

In the Slytherin public lounge, Malfoy sat on the sofa in the corner with his legs cocked, his eyes shining coldly on his naturally pale face.

Across the table from him, pansy is trying to explain his performance in a limited way.

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 felt an irrefutable powerlessness, so that her voice gradually dropped.

Think about it, Malfoy had never put down his doubts about her before. Now, if there is no conclusive proof, how can he suddenly believe her?

Sure enough, when pansy's explanation became less and less, and finally became light and inaudible, Malfoy's cold hum completely closed her mouth.

"Trust? What are you still talking about? Trust... Why should I believe you?" he said a little impatiently. "If you are still a Slytherin, don't mention Gryffindor in front of me. If you want me to believe you, give your evidence to prove that you are not working for that halbo!"

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

"But do you think you can get the evidence?"

"I --"

Pansy was annoyed by Malfoy's questioning, but when she almost couldn't help telling the truth, the faces of Marca and Snape flashed in her mind together with the image of Dementors.

Suddenly, she couldn't help trembling in the bottom of her heart, which made the words that almost blurted out hard to hold back.

"Still don't want to tell the secrets you hide in your heart?"

Malfoy turned his mouth, fixed his cold eyes on pansy's eyes, and heard him smack his tongue like Snape.

"Or, in fact, you just don't dare to tell others - because you're afraid that once you say it, Haier Bo will kill you immediately?"

When he casually uttered this guess, Malfoy still had no sympathy in his expression. Even if it was like that, pansy might be just a victim.

However, Malfoy did not care about it.

In fact, Maka's grace did not change his values. In his opinion, what connects people is nothing more than interests, and even his gratitude to Maka is probably included in it.

If possible, in the future, he will pay back the favor owed to Maka as much as possible, and then he can continue to have no contact with Maka.

Yes, he is Draco Malfoy. He has always been a stubborn man.

It is for this reason that he will not be soft hearted because pansy may have to. After all, he never owes anything to pansy Parkinson - at least he thinks so.

But at the next moment, Malfoy was a little stunned.

He suddenly thought that if pansy was really coerced by Haier Bo, it seemed meaningless for him to continue to force.

After such thinking, he finally eased his expression a little, making the previous cold melt a little.

Then he sighed and said softly:

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

As he was saying this, a complex color flashed across his face, but without stopping, he continued:

"Although I don't really want to mention that man's name, but... I think you can try to meet that guy McClane. As long as you tell me frankly, that guy won't turn a blind eye to your experience..."

"... moreover, I have to admit that his ability is enough to make the vast majority of black wizards in Britain dare not easily take refuge in that halbo. It can be seen that you are absolutely the right choice to find him."

Finally, Malfoy gave another sneer, and his eyes at pansy suddenly became a little indifferent.

"What's more," he said finally, "I dare say that your little secret has long been noticed by McLean. If you don't want to be hurt, the best way is not to follow the orders of halbo, but to confess to McLean as soon as possible..."

"After all, we Malfoy family and your family have some friendship, so don't let me see your tombstone next time I see you."

In fact, the change of Malfoy's attitude is not very obvious, especially his expression is more or less ironic.

But when these words reached pansy's ears, they naturally became a kind of "concern" for her.

You know, when did Malfoy think of others before - he was always only self-centered.

Therefore, even if Malfoy's guess was not so accurate, Miss Parkinson, who already liked each other, was moved by herself.

How difficult it is to get Malfoy's understanding!

At that moment, the grievances she had endured before suddenly reappeared in her heart and couldn't take it back.

"Huh?"

Malfoy, who was watching her, suddenly found that she burst into tears and couldn't stop like opening the gate.

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

Even Malfoy, who has become colder and colder because of many things, seems to be a little overwhelmed by girls' tears, revealing a bit of embarrassment and loss.

"Hey! I told you to stop!"

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

Pansy's choking words kept trembling, and the grievances and depression in his heart were vented with tears. When she found herself crying more and more comfortable, she cried significantly louder.

"Are you a child!"

Malfoy couldn't help yelling at her.

After that, pansy cried again for a while. Until she was tired of crying, she gradually sobbed and stopped.

On the other side, Malfoy sat back reluctantly after a bout of anger, stretched his face and waited in silence until pansy stopped crying.

To tell the truth, during that period, he actually wanted to leave more than once, but he couldn't. Because he knows that if he wants to continue to study safely in the future, it is difficult for him to turn a blind eye to it.

After all, he doesn't want to go to Maka to confirm whether the other party knows about it, but he doesn't want to let Haier Bo put his tentacle into his school in case of Maka's omission.

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

"Draco," she murmured, "I'll go to McLean... If you don't trust me, you can follow me after dinner and watch me enter his room."

Of course Malfoy wouldn't 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 breathed a sigh of relief - this negotiation for several days in a row is really tiring, especially today!

"Well, let's do it!"

Having said that, Malfoy didn't want to stay here any longer. Suddenly he stood up and walked towards the door of the lounge, and in a twinkling he walked out of the room.

Percy, who was behind him, immediately followed him. It can be seen that there is a long lost smile on her face at the moment.

……

A moment later, in the hall of Hogwarts.

Maka naturally didn't know about the conversation between pansy and Malfoy - although he was also very concerned about whether Malfoy would become a stabilizer for pansy to soothe his heart as he thought.

But when he found that pansy and Malfoy had not been seen since dinner time today, he knew what should have happened.

On the way to dinner, when the two people successively entered his sight from the side door, their respective expressions were enough for him to interpret a lot of information.

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

"Oh, it seems... It's also a good thing to sweep the grave occasionally."

Thinking that most of this started with Martin's "invitation to sweep the grave", he couldn't help laughing - the guy mostly wanted to calm pansy this time, and now he succeeded unexpectedly in advance.

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

Just as Maka smiled and forked a chopped steak into his mouth, he heard Slughorn beside him laughing and saying:

"Yes, it's really a good thing to visit tombs. While remembering our ancestors, we can also enjoy the natural beauty near the cemetery - you know, cemeteries usually choose places with unique scenery!"

The old man likes to talk casually when he has nothing to do. When Maka heard it, she had to smile and nod.

"Yes!" he said with a deliberate smile while encouraging his cheeks to chew. "Professor, have you selected a cemetery for yourself? If not, I would suggest you be buried with Professor Dumbledore - the scenery by the lake is really beautiful!"

Slughorn grinned at this.

"Oh, that sounds good... But it's not urgent, it's not urgent!"