Chapter 1108

"In the next period of time, Miss Parkinson's life may be difficult... If she comes to you one day, I think you may consider giving her some help."

This was the last thing Draco said to Marca when he left his room.

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

If his vision can be long enough, he will certainly foresee some changes that may occur in the Parkinson family when pansy completes the task assigned by Maka.

Therefore, since his Malfoy family has now sided with Maka and Hogwarts, it will be a good choice to be public and private and provide some convenience to pansy when necessary.

However, Maka will not take the initiative to remind each other about how to stabilize the family status.

If Draco can think of it himself, it will prove that the future of the Malfoy family is worth looking forward to; If Draco's vision is not so broad, Maka won't care less about a partner who can cooperate for a long time.

As for Miss Parkinson, who has not returned yet, it depends on herself whether she can carry this "spy trip" which is both atonement and test.

If she not only persevered in many difficulties, but also completed the task well, Maka wouldn't mind letting the whole Hogwarts welcome her back.

Looking at the door that Draco took with him, Maka thought like this, and then smiled and shrugged.

"I hope everything goes well with her!"

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For Makana, there are some indifferent "blessings", which pansy obviously has no way to know. At this moment, she had just filled a cup of raspberry iced beer in the bar below, but she had come to the guest room on the second floor.

To tell you the truth, she actually regretted it a little - she shouldn't have ordered a glass of beer with ice so impulsively.

Because of that glass of beer, now she just feels chilly and not a bit hot. In addition, her drinking capacity is actually very general. She drank that glass of wine in a hurry. Now she's a little dizzy in her head.

However, drinking a little drunk also has some benefits. At least the wound on the back shoulder doesn't seem to hurt so much. Only some strange foreign objects make her want to twist her arms.

"Oh, I hope Emily can hurry up... Even if McLean means going out tonight, he can't explain anything for me if someone finds out. Therefore, if you can go back early, you'd better go back early..."

While muttering, pansy subconsciously touched the inside of his robe.

She had intended to cast a spell to light the fireplace, but after reaching out, she remembered that she had temporarily lent her wand to each other before she went out.

"It's said that there are always small tools for ignition on the edge of the Muggle fireplace. We wizards really should learn about such small details that are convenient for life."

Perhaps it has experienced some real dark sides in the magic world, which has made some subtle changes in pansy's state of mind. But of course, she said this more to relieve the pressure in her heart, and most of them were jokes.

You know, the so-called concept can't be changed so easily.

When pansy looked around the fireplace hopelessly and found that there was no props for ignition, she finally opened the quilt and leaned in.

It's also a good idea to cover the quilt when there is no burning flame to provide warmth - at least it can also make you feel less cold, although it's far from a lit fireplace.

After that, about ten minutes later, two slightly reserved knocks woke pansy, who was already sleepy.

"Well... Oh, wait a minute, I'll come right away!"

She rubbed her face and couldn't help yawning. When she climbed out of bed with her arms up, the wound was involved because of her too big action, and a dull pain caused by alcohol paralysis appeared.

"Well."

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

"Got it? Haven't you met anything?"

"Yes, Miss Parkinson, everything is going well!"

After she came in, she turned around and closed the door. Then she took out a small bottle of motra rat juice she had just bought in the overturning Lane from her arms.

It is a semi manufactured product processed from the juice produced by the antennae of the rat, but it is certainly not as expensive as the fresh white flavor in the healing effect, but it is a common trauma drug that the price is quite close to the people.

"Please sit down! I'll take the medicine for you."

Iluli quietly urged pansy to sit by the bed, but due to the height gap, she had to climb to the bed.

When pansy loosened her clothes and pulled them down a little, a small but deep wound came into eluli's sight.

The wooden thorn on pansy's back shoulder had already been pulled out, and the cleaned clothes were stained with blood again. Even because pansy had been lying on the bed for a while, even the bedding was stained with red blood.

Fortunately, for wizards, injuries that are not fatal are not a thing. Even high paraplegia with broken arms and legs is just an ordinary injury that can jump out of bed in a few days after a dose or two of magic medicine.

After yiluli slowly poured motra rat juice on it, the injury that was originally slightly relieved due to the power of alcohol immediately stopped hurting, and even the deep wound seemed to have a tendency to heal gradually.

"Just wait a minute," said Emily, nodding. "It'll recover soon."

"Oh, ok... Thank you."

Pansy was not used to thanking the other party, and then when the other party didn't have to talk, he put his uninjured arm backhand behind his back.

"Give me the wand. I think I have to make a fire - it feels a little cold."

"Ah, is it cold?" yiluli said with a little worry as she handed out her wand. "If it's because of blood loss, it can..."

"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 was a little afraid of the cold... Yes! That's it. It's okay!"

The process of waiting for the wound to heal doesn't take too much time. In addition to the need to bake because of the cold, that is, the irritating itch on the back shoulder is more painful.

However, before the itching caused by the healing of the injury disappeared, pansy and eluli heard a sudden commotion in the downstairs bar at the same time.

And then they found that it seemed that several people began to come upstairs and knocked on the door of the guest room one by one.

"Who's so late? Do you let anyone sleep - Oh! Who are you?"

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

"Well, Merlin is up! What's the matter?"

"The current case is still confidential. Please don't make unnecessary inquiries..."

They listened carefully behind the door and soon heard the expected dialogue. To be honest, they would rather guess wrong.

"What to do? Auror will check the wand with the flashback spell. Many people who have cast duel spells before will be caught on the spot!"

Pansy whispered to herself, trying to think of a temporary way to escape - she knew that she couldn't leave the broken cauldron bar with the phantom shifting spell at the moment.

After all, although she always wore a hood on her head, she was so close to Carl behind the bar that she must have seen her face. As soon as she escapes, the so-called "truth" that pansy Parkinson is working for halbo's people will be immediately recorded on the list of fugitive suspects in Auror's office.

In that case, she's afraid she can't even go back to Hogwarts.

But when pansy closed her eyes and buried her head in thought, she suddenly felt that the wand in her hand was suddenly pulled out. Then she heard a crisp "click" sound in her ear.

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

Eluli slipped the broken wand back into pansy's hand quickly.

"After you go to Ollivander tomorrow to buy a new wand, you have to go back to school early. I'm just a half breed of Goblins who happened to meet you at the broken cauldron bar and tried to cling to the Parkinson family."

Seriously, pansy was really stunned by Emily's action this time - how could this petite witch come up with such a clever way to get rid of suspicion in such an emergency?

In fact, eluli's words are indeed quite reasonable. In particular, the latter sentence is really persuasive in terms of her mixed race status of goblins rejected by both goblins and wizards.

However, just when the door of their guest room was knocked "Dong Dong" from the outside, pansy, who was suddenly awakened by the knock, turned her head involuntarily and whispered to eluli:

"No, you're not 'trying to cling to the goblin hybrid of Parkinson's family', but my new good friend!"

The voice did not fall. Just when Emily fell into incomparable shaking because of Pansy's words, the latter did not give her a chance to speak, and suddenly extended her hand to the doorknob.

"Click -"

With a soft sound, the door opened, revealing three serious figures.