When school finally came to day, Malfoy explained to Lucius and Narcissa that Blake would not dare to commit crimes in broad daylight. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the couple still insisted on sending him to the station, and they would not be relieved until they saw him get on the train.

Compared to the other families who sent their children to school, the Malfoys were relaxed, they didn't have large bags with them, and Narcissa, who doted on Draco, chose to pay more but have it easier.

She couldn't bear to let her beloved baby drag her bulky luggage to school, and Lucius didn't care about the little money.

And Malfoy himself could only choose to accept his parents' kindness to him.

Without the Traceless Extension Charm, that large iron cage is indeed inconvenient to carry.

Narcissa complained about the annoying air conditions in the train station from time to time, and it was normal for people to come and go, which made her unbearable for her to have a slight cleanliness habit, and the way to express her dissatisfaction was to furrow her narrow eyebrows and keep picking at the unsatisfactory environment.

Lucius was not commenting on this, he was used to his wife's character.

In a few moments, they were at the front of the platform, ready to board the train, the scarlet steam locomotive spitting smoke above the platform, and the platform was filled with wizarding parents and their children with the Lucius.

"Hector!" Lucius smiled, swapped his cane to his left, and walked straight to his old friend, holding out his right hand to show his pleasure at seeing him.

Hector also symbolically stretched out his right hand and shook it lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

"Draco has grown taller again, and it looks like the future will be as manly as your father. Hector said with a smile that the best way for parents to get closer is to praise their own children.

"Where, your little princess is really a lot taller. Lucius was also polite.

After that, the junior greeted the elder, so the few people wasted a little time under the platform, and Malfoy saw Pansy showing no expression on his little face, and couldn't help but remember what he had offended her again.

She had been cold towards the end of last semester, but Malfoy couldn't find any obvious reason.

It can only be attributed to the girl's adolescence, right?

The two of them stepped on the train together, sat in the chairs next to each other, and neither said a word. But only Pansy herself knows that she is not as calm as she seems.

Since Pansy didn't seem to be very happy to talk to her, Malfoy didn't bother to start talking, and the train shook a bit, and after confirming that it was starting, he closed his eyes and leaned against the window to pretend to sleep.

Looking at the familiar side face, Pansy felt a sense of happiness and relief.

While the news of the basilisk rage was coming from outside, she was still in Snape's office cleaning her ink-stained robes, and she was still gloating a little over which hapless mudblood had been attacked.

But when she saw that Malfoy in his hospital bed might be uncertain, she felt as if she had mistaken something.

"Wizards' pure-bloods are noble, Muggle bloodlines are dirty. She had heard her parents say these words countless times, and she took them for granted.

These thoughts were etched into her mind, but the encounter with Malfoy changed her.

He would be upset when he heard her say that the Mudbloods were pure-blooded, even though his parents were in fact pure-blooded, and even though he still showed a sense of nobility and superiority in front of his parents.

But she knew that Malfoy was actually dismissive of it, it was just his disguise.

He would use the time to tell his own stories to insert some Muggle history, some of which sounded more bizarre than the novel, but he had never heard of it, and her own parents would not care about the history of Muggles, let alone hire a Muggle history teacher for her. Everything is new to her, but in order to show her reserve, sometimes even if her heart is grasping for it, she does not show it, but forces herself to say something poisonous.

She knew that there was discrimination in Muggle society, but that a black man in Muggle society could become the president of a country, which made her unbelievable, as if a Mudblood had become the Minister of Magic.

She remembered that the black man's name was Oguanhai, and even though Malfoy was talking about it sometime in the future, she still chose to believe it.

She wavered a little, but it was still not obvious, and she tried to refrain from saying insulting words in public, but she didn't want to admit that she was being influenced, and she compromised to herself: "It's just the behavior of a cultivated lady." ”

But she still couldn't avoid scolding in her heart.

The girl she hated the most was the girl named Hermione.

The results were among the best, and if Draco wasn't even better, maybe the number one in the grades would have been Gryffindor.

She also "seduces" Malfoy, whom she has seen when they are alone together, or when they have left themselves behind.

She felt that only she could enjoy Malfoy's accommodation, that he would considerately keep a portion of the candy at home, that he would comfort her after losing a Quidditch match, that he would tell her many interesting stories, that he would teach her the magic of self-defense for her safety, that he would accommodate her when she was angry, and that he would apologize to himself when he lost his temper even if he was not careful.

But she could tell from his eyes that he only doted on her like his own "father", and had no other feelings. Maybe it's not for the time being, and occasionally flirting with him blushing is just a normal reaction.

He should be the first peer he knows, and maybe when he gets older, he will really like himself.

Maybe he was still a child in his eyes.

Looking at the hospital bed, even looking at the blood red seeping out of the bandage, Pansy felt an indescribable sense of fear, if it was the head that hurt, she imagined that he would leave her forever?

Can pure-bloods make the Grim Reaper merciful in the face of death?

Aside from the difference in identity, she really couldn't find a trace of her being better than Hermione.

From her point of view, even Malfoy's life was saved by the Muggle witch, and it was the Headmaster Dumbledore she informed that allowed Malfoy to escape.

She thought about it for a long time, but on the surface she maintained the same attitude and tone as usual, and only she knew that her attitude had changed.

Even if you can't help him, you can't be a drag oil bottle.

This was one of the reasons why she hadn't contacted Malfoy much during the holidays, and she had wasted so much time that she decided to catch up.

The boy would always mention the dangers that might come in the future, consciously or unconsciously, and she subconsciously chose to believe him, even if she realized that she might not be able to fight alongside him, but at least she couldn't hold him back.

Pansy remembered how many dark nights she had woken up from her sleep, and the last image in front of her was Malfoy lying in the ruins, surrounded by ruined walls and broken bricks. Under the gloomy sky, flocks of ominous crows flew out, making eerie calls, and there were many people she knew and didn't know, Malfoy's parents, her own, and Headmaster Dumbledore, and another person was lying on the ground, but that person might not be called a human, his nose was completely absent, leaving only two disgusting gaps.

She guessed he was dead, but the hideous face still terrified her.

The dream made her heart palpitate.

She didn't want to think about what this dream meant, or if it was directly a foresight of the future, she preferred that it was just her own whims.

Just as she tried to pull her thoughts back, she suddenly found that her panic had been magnified many times, and the scene in front of her continued to change, the man without a nose stood up and frantically fired a spell at the people around him, a meteor-like spell that made people fall to the touch, and people fled in fear.

Her heart was impregnated with a poison called fear, and the cold and cold sensation instantly spread all over her body, and the only warmth seemed to be gradually eaten away by a small worm bite by bite.

A white light suddenly and gradually sprinkled in front of her eyes, as if to dispel the holy light of the dark clouds, and she heard the familiar voice in her ears: "Pansy, are you alright?"

She saw Malfoy looking at her with a concerned expression, the tip of the wand in his hand was emitting a soft silver-white light, and she was just about to answer, only to find that every inch of her body seemed to be chilling, and the chill passed over her skin, making her tremble uncontrollably, and she wanted to speak but couldn't open her mouth.

"This bunch of disgusting stuff. All she could see was Malfoy's vicious curse, but she knew it was a concern for her.

"You will feel a lot better after eating it. Malfoy fed Pansy a piece of chocolate, and Pansy felt a warm current flow through her.

Pansy felt better, and when she regained consciousness, she realized that she was slumping into Malfoy's arms.

She suddenly felt that she didn't need to be reckless.

Because he was there, she thought so.

"Let me sleep a little longer. Pansy muttered in confusion, her eyelids drooping again, and "unintentionally" put her hand on Malfoy's waist again, hanging on top of him like a koala.

Malfoy felt that Pansy in front of him was back to his original appearance, but not completely changed back, and there were some subtle differences from the beginning, but the change was indescribable.

His instincts told him it was a good change.

But thinking of what had just happened, anger appeared on his slightly slightly pale face.

"You're hungry, I'll let you eat enough one day!"