Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Draco…Yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter some things. But for some reason, I can’t say it to anyone… even if you are, you can’t.”

In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy sat on the sofa in the corner with his legs crossed, and his eyes were pale and shining with a faint glow.

Just across from him, Pansy was separated from him by a table and was trying to explain his performance during this time with a limited description.

But obviously, she failed because her words were even paler than Malfoy’s face.

“…so you can’t give me some trust?”

At the end of the day, even Pansy himself felt an inexplicable powerlessness, so that the tone of her speech gradually declined.

I also know that Malfoy has never let go of her doubts about her. If there is no conclusive proof, how can she suddenly believe her?

Sure enough, when Pansy’s explanation became smaller and smaller, and eventually became unknowing, Malfoy’s coldly snorted sound completely closed her mouth.

“Trust? I still say what trust is now… Why should I believe in you?” He was a little bit impatient. “If you are still a Slytherin, then don’t pretend to be the Gryffindor.” I believe in you, then give your evidence to prove that you are not doing something for that Herpo!”

Having said that, Malfoy has deliberately paused, even with a hand:

“But, do you think you have the evidence?”

“I–“

Pansy was a little anxious by Malfoy’s questioning voice, but when she almost couldn’t help but tell the truth, Marx and Snape’s face flashed through her mind with the image of the dementor.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but tremble in the bottom of her heart, and the words that almost blurted out were forcibly returned.

“I still don’t want to tell the secrets that you hide in your heart?”

Malfoy pouted and stared at his pair of cold eyes on Pansy’s eyes, and he heard him licking like a Snape.

“Or, in other words, you just don’t dare to tell others about things – because you worry that if you say something, Herpo will immediately take your life?”

In the casual test of this speculation, Malfoy’s expression still has no sympathy, even if it is really like that, Pansy may be just a victim that’s all.

However, Malfoy does not care about it.

In fact, the favor that Marx gave him did not change his values. In his view, it is nothing more than the connection of people, and even his gratitude to Marx is probably included.

If possible, he will inevitably give up Marx’s humanity as much as possible in the future, and then he can continue to be incompatible with Marx.

Yes, he is Draco Malfoy, who has always been a stubborn person.

It is for this reason that he will not be soft because Pansy may be forced to do so. After all, he has never owed anything to the female child of Pansy Parkinson – at least he personally feels so.

But in the next moment, Malfoy was slightly startled.

He suddenly thought that if Pansy was really under the coercion of Herpo, then it would not make any sense for him to continue to force it.

As a matter of pondering, he finally eased his expression a little, making the previous icy cold a little bit melted.

Then, I saw him sighed, then faintly:

“Parkinson, perhaps because of some threats, you really can’t give the truth. But don’t you think, isn’t this a problem that can’t be solved?”

As he said, there was a complicated color flashing on his face, but he did not stop, followed by:

“Although I don’t really want to mention the name of that person, but… I think you can try to see the guy at McLorne. As long as you are honest, you must not turn a blind eye to your experience… ”

“…and, have to admit, his ability is enough to make most of the dark wizards of the entire Britain not easy to rely on that Herpo. It can be seen that you are definitely the right choice to find him.”

At the end, Malfoy sneered at the corner of his mouth again, and his look at towards Pansy suddenly became indifferent.

“Not to mention,” he finally said. “I dare say that your little secret is afraid that McLorne has already been aware of it. If you don’t want to be hurt, the best way is not to follow the order of Herpo. Go to McLorne as soon as possible…”

“After all, we have a lot of friendship with our Malfoy family and your family, so don’t let me see you next time you see your tombstone.”

The change in Malfoy’s attitude is not very obvious, especially how much of his expression is accompanied by a habitual sarcasm.

But these words came into the ears of Pansy, but it naturally became a kind of “care” for her.

You know, when the previous Malfoy had ever thought about it for others – he was the kind of person who would always be self-centered.

Therefore, even if Malfoy’s guess is not so accurate, Miss Parkinson, who likes the other side, is moved by herself.

It’s not easy to get Malfoy’s understanding!

And that was the moment, the grievances that had been forcibly returned to her before, and then re-emerged in the heart, and could not be recovered.

“en?”

Looking at her Malfoy, she suddenly noticed that her tears had come out, and she couldn’t stop like a brake.

“Wait, wait! What are you crying – stop!”

Even if it was because of a lot of things that became more and more cold, Malfoy seemed to be a bit too confusing to tear the female child’s tears, and it was a bit of awkwardness and disappointment.

“Hey! I want you to stop!”

“I… I can’t stop…”

Pansy’s mixed whimpering words kept trembled, and the grievances and depressions of her heart suddenly vented with tears. When she found that she was crying more and more comfortable, she cried significantly louder.

“You are a small child!”

Malfoy couldn’t help but yell at her.

After that, Pansy cried for a while, until she was so tired that she gradually sobbed and stopped.

On the other side, Malfoy was still helplessly sitting back again after an annoyance, and a face stunned and waited for Pansy to stop crying.

To be honest, during that time, he actually wanted to leave more than once, but he could not. Because he understands that if he wants to continue to study steadily in the future, it will be difficult for him to turn a blind eye to it.

After all, he didn’t want to go to Marx himself to make sure he didn’t know about it, but he didn’t want to let Herpo reach into his school if Marx had an omission.

Finally, Pansy, who had calmed down again, secretly stunned and made a decision.

“Draco,” she muttered. “I will go to McLorne… If you don’t feel relieved, you can follow me after dinner and watch me walk into his room.”

Malfoy certainly won’t say “I will follow you in.” If he wants to do that, it is estimated that he has been forcibly dragging Pansy to Marx.

After hearing Pansy’s words, he finally sighed with relief – this few days of negotiations, it is too tiring, especially today!

“Well, then do it!”

After saying this, Malfoy never wants to stay here again, suddenly stood up and moved towards the door of the common room, and walked out of the room in a blink of an eye.

Pansy behind him saw him and immediately chased him up. It can be seen that at this moment her face has already had a few long-lost smiles.

……

A moment later, in the auditorium of Hogwarts.

Marx naturally didn’t know about Pansy’s conversation with Malfoy—although he was actually very concerned about whether Malfoy would become Pansy’s soothing stabilizer as he thought.

But when he found out that Pansy and Malfoy’s silhouette were not seen after dinner time today, he knew that something should happen.

While the dinner was on the way, when the two men 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 simply an obvious reminder.

“Oh, it seems… occasionally sweeping the grave is also a good thing.”

Most of the thought of this began with Martin’s “Tomb Invitation Letter”, and he couldn’t help but laugh – the guy probably wanted Pansy to stabilize his mind this time, and now he unexpectedly succeeded ahead of schedule.

Although the actual situation is estimated to be not the same as what he wants.

Just as Marx smiled and forked a chopped steak into his mouth, he heard that Slughorn was also happy to hehe:

“Yes, sweeping the grave is really a good thing. While cherishing the ancestors, we can also appreciate the natural beauty near the cemetery – you know, the cemetery is usually chosen in some beautiful places!”

The old man likes to talk nonsense, and after Marx heard it, he only had to laugh at nodded.

“Yeah!” He encouraged the gang to chew, and smiled deliberately. “Professor, have you chosen the cemetery for yourself? If not, I suggest you can be buried with Professor Dumbledore.” The view from the lake is really beautiful!”

Slughorn heard a sigh of relief.

“Oh, it sounds good… but it’s not urgent, not urgent!”