"Draco, why isn't he there yet?" Sitting at a small round table, Pansy was shaking her uninjured calf, waiting boredly, her eyes glancing out of the glass window from time to time.

It's just that she also knows that she came too early.

She had been discharged on a Saturday, and after her previous inquiry, it was the time when the students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade, so Pansy and Malfoy agreed to meet there.

Of course, the express train was out of service at this time, it was Pansy's father who sent her, her father's perennial business habits caused everything to be asked very early in advance, in order to deal with unexpected situations, and sure enough, when they first arrived here, an owl brought the news that Mr. Hector had to leave as soon as possible, and his busy business made his time compressed quite tightly.

"Remember to write to Dad, don't bear the pain in your leg, the teachers in the school will definitely help you. After he finished a few words, he left in a hurry.

"Got it, go ahead and get busy, Dad, I'm much better now. Pansy urges her and says that this is exactly what she wants.

The place where she was now was an ordinary teahouse, small and foggy, as if everything was decorated with frills or bows.

But if it's ordinary, it's not so ordinary, because the people who come here come in pairs, and Pansy sees quite a few fresh faces, and she guesses that those she doesn't know are students of Durmstrang or Beauxbatons.

The men and women put their hands on the table and shook them together, looking at each other with affection, and some of them even lingered, hugging each other and starting to kiss, Pansy blushed and heartbeat for a while.

Now that she was alone, she looked more and more out of place, feeling embarrassed to be alone, and wishing that Malfoy would come soon.

"What do you want to order, this lovely young lady?" said Lady Pardiff.

The woman, with her shiny black hair, was the proprietress of the teahouse, after which she was named, but her slightly fat figure made it a little difficult for her to squeeze through the gap between the two tables.

"Oh, well....... can you wait any longer, the person I'm waiting for hasn't come yet. Pansy said with some embarrassment.

"Who could bear to let such a lovely lady wait for him alone? Lady Padiff gave Pansy a sympathetic look.

"Warm up first, I'll invite you. The woman smiled kindly, then handed Pansy a steaming drink.

"Mint hot chocolate, you'll love it. She introduced.

"Thank you. Pansy took the cup and felt her hands warm up, and a scent of fragrance wafted into her nose with the heat.

"A glass of rum and a glass of orange juice, hostess!" came the voice not far away, and Madame Pardiff went to greet her guests again.

Just as Pansy saw the couple next to her kissing for the seventh time, and the drinks in the cups were empty, the door of the teahouse seemed to be blown open like the wind, and Malfoy's figure appeared in the doorway.

As soon as she saw him, Pansy began to wave her hand and smile brightly, especially when she saw that Malfoy had only come alone.

Malfoy smiled a little, he hadn't seen this girl in a long time, and the days before him always felt like something was missing.

It's just that when he approached Pansy's table and pulled out a chair and sat down, his expression seemed a little cold.

Pansy only felt Malfoy's eyes glance at her from top to bottom, and the expression on her face changed, and she couldn't help but wonder if the clothes were unflattering today.

She wore a pale red pleated dress today, white over-the-knee stockings outlined beautiful curves, and a delicate blue bow hair ornament was pinned to her hair, full of girlish atmosphere, and even long hair.

She used to dress up with some neutral short hair.

"Don't you like what I'm wearing today?" asked Pansy tentatively.

Malfoy's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"You can understand it that way. Malfoy said this, causing Pansy's depressed head to hang down, and whoever dressed up with his heart would be no less than a basin of cold water empowerment.

"It's beautiful. Malfoy said, warming Pansy's mood a little, and then she soon knew why.

"You have a leg injury, can you really wear something like this? Malfoy's reasons made her feel inexplicably better.

"Do you care about me?" asked Pansy happily.

"Is it still hurting you?" Malfoy asked rhetorically, "Let's go, I guess after so long, maybe the injuries have worsened." ”

"I'm not that vulnerable. Pansy muttered quietly, a little reluctant in her heart, after all, the wizarding robe that the school rules to wear was not as beautiful as the one she wore today, and she still expected to make someone in front of her stunned, but she didn't expect to get this kind of treatment in the end.

Eventually, however, Pansy complied with Malfoy's wishes and obediently followed him out of the teahouse.

"Take care of your injuries, you still need to recuperate. Malfoy sighed, his eyes showing pity.

He had consulted with those professional doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital, and the spell that hit Pansy was very special, not only with a slight toxicity, but also a curse with a certain effect, the former would be instantly wiped out under the effect of Phoenix Tears, and Malfoy's last "blackmail" at Dumbledore still had a little inventory, but the latter was not so simple.

At least for Pansy.

This spell is used exclusively on Muggles who have no magic in their bodies, in order to have a torturous effect, in other words, if the person under the spell has enough magic, it will be painful for a while at most, but if they have no magic in their body at all, it will be extremely difficult to cure, and those Death Eaters who caused a commotion used this spell in the Quidditch World Cup just to disrupt the order.

After all, there are hardly any Muggles on that occasion.

The riot also resulted in innocent spectators entering St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and adult wizards who had fallen under the spell were able to move freely after only a few days of recuperation.

Pansy wasn't so lucky, and according to the doctors, the effects of the injury could last a long time, perhaps as the magic in her body grew to disappear completely.

The two walked slowly, and Pansy said that she didn't want to be seen limping and could only hide it by slowing down, and Malfoy could only try to accommodate Pansy's pride.

Perhaps the only fortunate thing about this injury was that there were no taboos, and even though Malfoy wanted her to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible to change out of this outfit that might not be good for the disease, Pansy's insistence on Duke Honey was still not resisted, and the two stopped in front of the candy store.

"I'm sick, and class is going to start the day after tomorrow, can't you pity me?" Pansy said pitifully, "and you're still a warrior, and if you want to prepare for the game, I can't bother you." ”

"Just give you five minutes. "What else can Malfoy say now?