"Miss Parkinson's life may not be easy for some time to come...... If she comes to you someday, I think you might consider giving her a little help. ”

These were the last words Draco said to Maca as he left his room.

Of course, whether Draco will ignore Pansy or not depends on Draco's personal thoughts.

If he could have looked long enough, he would have foreseen some changes that might happen to the Parkinsons family when Pansy had completed the tasks assigned to him by Maca.

So, since the Malfoys are now on the side of Maca and Hogwarts, it would be a good choice to provide Pansy with some convenience when necessary, both in public and private.

However, in such a matter as how to stabilize the family status, Maca naturally will not take the initiative to remind the other party.

If Draco could have thought of it for himself, it would have proved that the future of the Malfoy family was worth looking forward to; And if Draco's vision wasn't that broad, Maca wouldn't care about missing someone to work with for a long time.

As for Miss Parkinson, who has not returned from her home until now, it is up to her to be able to carry through this "spy journey" that is both a redemption and a test.

If she not only persevered through the odds, but also managed to complete the task well, Maca wouldn't mind letting the whole of Hogwarts welcome her back.

Looking at the door that Draco had casually closed, Maca thought about it, then chuckled and shrugged.

"I hope she can do well!"

……

Pansy obviously has no way of knowing about Makana's somewhat indifferent "blessings". At this moment, she had just poured a raspberry-flavored cold beer in the bar below, but she had already arrived in the guest room on the second floor.

Seriously, she actually regretted it a little bit - she shouldn't have been so pushy as to order a cold beer.

Because of that beer, she only felt cold all over her body, without the slightest bit of heat. In addition, the amount of alcohol she drank was actually very average, and she drank that glass of wine in a hurry, and now her head is a little dizzy.

However, there were some benefits to being slightly drunk, at least the wound on the back shoulder didn't seem to hurt so much, only some strange foreign body sensation made her want to twist her arm twice.

"Oh, I hope Ilully can hurry up...... Even if McLean's outing tonight meant it, he wouldn't be able to explain anything to me if someone found out. Therefore, if you can go back early, it is better to go back early......"

Muttering to herself, Pansy subconsciously touched the inside of her robe.

She had wanted to cast a spell to light the fireplace, but when she reached out, she remembered that she had temporarily lent her wand to the other party before she went out.

"I've heard that Muggle fireplaces always have fire-lighting gadgets by their fireplaces, and we wizards should really learn about this little detail of life."

Perhaps it was the experience of some of the real dark side of the wizarding world that caused Pansy's mood to change in some subtle way. It's just that, of course, she said this more to relieve the pressure in her heart, and there are obviously more jokes in it.

You know, the so-called concept is not so easy to change.

After Pansy looked around the fireplace without hope, and found that there were indeed props that were not lit, she finally lifted the quilt and leaned over to get in.

There's no burning flame to provide warmth, and it's an idea to cover yourself with a quilt – which will also make you feel less cold, though it's still far from a lit fireplace.

After that, about ten minutes later, two slightly reserved knocks on the door woke Pansy, who was already a little sleepy.

"Hmm...... Oh, wait a minute, I'm coming! ”

She rubbed her face and yawned again. As she climbed out of bed with her arms propped up, she was so moved that the wound was involved, and there was a dull ache from the numbness of alcohol.

"Hmm."

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

"Got it? Didn't encounter anything, did you? ”

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

When Iruli entered, she turned around and closed the door again, before taking out a small bottle of Motra rat juice from her bosom that she had just bought in Tumbledown Alley.

This semi-finished medicine made from the juice secreted by the antennae on the back of the Motra rat is certainly not as effective as the expensive white fresh essence in terms of healing effect, but it is a common wound medicine that is quite affordable.

"Please sit down! I'm here to give you the medicine. ”

Illuria whispered Pansy to sit on the edge of the bed, but due to the difference in height, she had to climb onto the bed herself.

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

The wooden thorn that had been tied to Pansy's back shoulder had been plucked off, and the clothes that had been cleaned were stained with blood again. Even because Pansy had been lying on the bed for a short while, even the futon was stained with red blood.

Fortunately, for wizards, injuries that are not fatal are not a problem. Even if you have a broken arm or a broken leg, a high paraplegia is just an ordinary injury that can get out of bed and walk within a few days.

After Ilully slowly poured Motra rat juice on it, the pain that had been slightly reduced by the power of the alcohol immediately disappeared, and the wound that seemed to be quite deep had a tendency to heal gradually.

"Just wait a little bit," Illuria nodded, "and I'll be back soon." ”

"Oh, okay...... Thank you. ”

Pansy thanked the other party unusually, and then stretched her uninjured arm behind her back when the other party didn't need to.

"Give me my wand, I think I'll need to make a fire - it's a little cold."

"Ah, is it cold?" Iruli handed out her wand and said with a little concern, "If it's because of blood loss, it's ......."

"Oh no, it's not like that."

Pansy felt a little embarrassed, after all, she couldn't say that it was caused by the large glass of cold beer she had drunk after the other party left.

"Well, I'm a little afraid of the cold...... Right! That's it, it's okay! ”

Waiting for the wound to heal doesn't take much time, except for the need to bake the fire due to the cold, which is a bit irritating tingling on the back shoulder.

However, before the itching caused by the healing of the wound could subside, Pansy and Illuri both heard a sudden commotion in the bar downstairs.

Immediately after them, they noticed that several people seemed to be starting to walk upstairs and knocking on the door of the guest room one by one.

"Who's so late? And let people not sleep - oh! Who are you? ”

“…… Ministry of Magic Auror Office, please cooperate with the wand, we need to check and check with the registration file. ”

"Uh, Merlin is on top! What's going on here? ”

"The current case is still confidential, please do not make unnecessary inquiries......"

The two of them leaned behind the door and listened carefully, and soon heard the conversation, which was still expected. Truth be told, they'd rather be wrong.

"What to do? The Aurors will definitely use the Flashback Charm to check the wand, and the people who have cast a lot of dueling spells before will definitely catch them on the spot! ”

Pansy muttered to herself, trying to think of an impromptu way to get herself out of the void - she knew she couldn't leave the Cauldron with the Transfiguration Charm right now.

After all, although she had always worn a hood on her head, she was so close to Carl at the back of the bar that the other party must have seen her face. And as soon as she escapes, the so-called "truth" that Pansy Parkinson is doing for Helmo's people will immediately be recorded on the list of fugitive suspects in the Auror office.

In that case, she wouldn't even be able to go back to Hogwarts.

But just as Pansy closed her eyes and pondered, she suddenly felt that the wand she was holding in her hand was suddenly pulled out. Then she heard a crisp "click" cracking sound in her ears.

"I accidentally broke my wand because I fell...... That's why Miss Parkinson's is here, isn't it? ”

Illuria was shoved back into Pansy's hand with a wand she had severed.

"When you go to Ollivanders tomorrow and buy a new wand, you'll have to go back to school early. And I'm just a goblin hybrid who happened to meet you at the Leaky Cauldron Bar and tried to cling to the Parkinsons' family. ”

Seriously, Pansy was stunned by Illuri's actions this time - how could the petite witch come up with such a clever way to get rid of suspicion in such an emergency?

In fact, Iluli's rhetoric is indeed quite reasonable. Especially the latter sentence, in terms of her status as a goblin hybrid who is rejected by both goblins and wizards, it is indeed very convincing.

However, just as the door of their guest room was knocked from outside, Pansy, who was suddenly awakened by the knock on the door, involuntarily turned her head and whispered to Eruly:

"No, you're not some 'goblin hybrid trying to cling to the Parkinsons' family', you're my new best friend!"

Before she could finish speaking, just as Iruli was shaken by Pansy's words, the latter did not give her a chance to speak, and suddenly reached for the doorknob.

"Click—"

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

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