On Saturday, the three people in the infirmary didn't have any more exchanges, the expected Shura field didn't arrive, and Gabrielle's cold left Fleur with no intention of dealing with anything else, all she thought about was waiting for her sister to recover. In order to let the sick man have a good rest, Madam Pomfrey also gave an "eviction order" to the two in disguise, so after that, Pansy and Malfoy left quickly.

Pansy was also a little glad in her heart, she wasn't ready, she was caught off guard by this meeting, but fortunately she didn't lose any advantage.

But that didn't mean the day was so dull, Malfoy took Pansy to the library and gave her a make-up lesson, so that she could catch up on some of her previous lessons.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, is there? Draco, I'm only back today. Pansy pleaded with a bitter face, but Malfoy was unmoved.

"If you don't hurry up, you will only have more and more debts. Malfoy said solemnly, feeling as if he had become a conscientious high school homeroom teacher at this time.

By Sunday, Pansy had spent most of her time adjusting to life back at school, getting rid of the lazy habits she had developed during her illness, and taking a stroll around the campus.

This kind of leg injury is quite contradictory, you can't overdo it, but you can't stop exercising at all, both of which will be detrimental to the injury.

In addition to waiting for the owl to be delivered in the auditorium, some envelopes were also delivered to the corresponding common room of each college, after all, it was impossible for the student to be in the auditorium every time the owl was delivered.

So at the left turn of the entrance to the lounge, there was a small tin box for letters, and when she entered the door, Pansy happened to see a letter inserted into it.

"What is this, the love letter that girl gave you the day before yesterday?" Pansy asked Malfoy with a complicated expression as she held up a pale yellow envelope in the Slytherin House break room.

The two of them had just finished their morning lessons, and after lunch in the auditorium, they returned to the lounge to take a break before taking a lunch break in their respective dormitories.

"Oh no, I think if she really wanted to confess, she would have said it herself. Malfoy said nonchalantly, and snatched the letter from Pansy's hand.

"You know her well. Pansy's tone was a little sour, staring at the boy in front of her in a daze, but she also relaxed a little, "What is written in that letter?" she asked with a little reluctance.

"It's really poorly written. Malfoy looked at the envelope and shook his head, judging it, then held the envelope with both hands, ready to open it.

The envelope had only the recipient's name written on it, but not the sender's name, and even the spelling of Draco Malfoy's name was so perfunctorily illegible that it was impossible to distinguish without careful identification.

"Yo, and a secret magic has been added. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, looking a little surprised, and only after cracking the spell did the letter spread out in his hand.

The content of the letter "Please be careful of the fire dragon ......" seems to be straight to the point, and does not follow the normal letter format, more like a note between acquaintances, which writes in detail about the habits and weaknesses of the fire dragon, and not only that, but the letter even gives a means of escape.

"Bagman is really positive. Malfoy smiled, almost immediately thinking of the sticker, he had made a lot of money with his help last time, and he would not let go of this opportunity this time, not to mention that his father had also made a deal with him.

Deliberately crooked handwriting and secret magic, apparently to keep others from recognizing.

"Draco, is your first project against the dragon?" Pansy leaned her head over and stared at the letter, then her expression immediately changed and she began to tense, no matter what, this rare and dangerous creature was enough to be alarming.

"You're still in the mood to laugh, do you know how dangerous it is?" Pansy said, staring at Malfoy, worried.

"Tell me, what's the danger of it?" Malfoy continued with a smile, as if he were about to face the harmless Flober caterpillar.

Pansy was speechless for a moment before realizing that she only had a superficial understanding of this creature, and only had a concept of danger.

"It's dangerous. She said hesitantly.

"Fear comes from the unknown, and when you know enough about it, you'll know that the dragon is just a stronger reptilian that can play with flames at best. In order to comfort Pansy, Malfoy could only slightly disparage some of his future opponents.

However, Malfoy is not exaggerating, compared to the person he will face in the end, the fire dragon is indeed not worth a penny.

At least six or seven wizards of Charlie's level may not be able to meet each other under Voldemort.

And he had more information than the other three warriors, they only knew that the game was about the fire dragon, but Malfoy had already mastered the whole process.

"I'm still scared when I look at such a big crawler. Pansy said with a bitter face, her explanation to Malfoy was hard to accept.

Seeing that Pansy was still a little worried, Malfoy was also a little unbearable, and there was no need to keep it secret, so he told her how to clear the customs.

Pansy only felt that her ears were a little itchy, because Malfoy had leaned into her ear and started to speak, and the wisps of heat from her ears made Pansy's ears unconsciously soften, and her heart beat faster and her face turned red.

She remembered the intimate actions Malfoy had made in order to punish her and make her remember for a long time at the Black House, and the fear at that time immediately disappeared when she learned that it was just Malfoy's acting, and all that was left was shame and regret.

"I'm sorry. As if sensing that the atmosphere between the two had become a little ambiguous, Malfoy hurriedly retreated, he only cared about secrecy, but forgot the distance between the two.

"You're standing so close, it's so loud that I can't hear it. Pansy said angrily, turning her head away to hide her shyness.

"Okay. Malfoy sighed.

Out of nowhere, he tore a piece of parchment and threw it into the air, and then a quill began to wander around with great dexterity, leaving neat handwriting on it, and finally reached out and grabbed it back in his hand, and handed it to Pansy.

"Are you relieved?" Malfoy said with a smile, still feeling warm in his heart, it was still a good feeling to have someone around him who cared about him, at least he was not alone.

"Do you really do?" asked Pansy, surprised as she read the information on the parchment, feeling that she still knew too little about Malfoy in front of her.

"No one is going to joke with their lives. Malfoy shook his finger, then gave Pansy a trusty look.