While almost everyone was watching the game with excitement on their faces, only one person kept his hand on his face, and he had been looking absent-minded from the beginning to the present.

And that person, of course, is Pansy Parkinson sitting in the Slytherin stands.

It is worth mentioning that even though she didn't have the heart to care about anything else in today's game, Malfoy still coincidentally sat in the seat behind her.

If it had been in the past, she would have noticed it before she even sat down, right?

However, the gloom of her family, the downfall of her brother, her own fate, and, of course, the face of the Muggle hanger as he died in front of her...... All tangled, turning into a pair of terrifying claws, clutching her increasingly fragile heart.

That alone was enough for her to tremble all day, not to mention the further catalyst from last night's Namaka McLean.

Right now, she had no time to worry about it.

But at this moment, a white palm that gently patted her shoulder told her a truth - some opportunities, when you try your best to chase them, may only stay away, but inadvertently, it will come to you on its own.

"Pansy, come with me."

……

It's been a long time since Maca and Snape went to Malfoy's house for a "home visit."

And it was on that occasion, with the help of Maca who got rid of the big trouble that Voldemort had secretly left for him before his death, that Draco's life gradually got back on track.

Without that eerie power, Draco was a regular Slytherin student again. Although he had left one grade before, based on his academic performance, . LS exam to get a more perfect score.

To be honest, except for the fact that the family's power has obviously declined greatly compared to what it used to be, in fact, everything has passed quietly.

After a period of recuperation, Draco returned to Hogwarts and remained as low-key as he had been in recent years.

After all, it was more important to him than anything else to study and prepare for the Malfoy family.

Don't get into trouble anymore - everyone in the Malfoy family, including his father, who was nominally still serving a prison sentence in Azkaban, thinks so.

Of course, his temper probably can't be completely changed. Occasionally, he and Ron would be seen sneering at each other.

Today, Gryffindor played the Ravenclaw team in the Quidditch Cup, and Draco wasn't really interested in it.

In the past, he did like the sport because it was popular and popular enough. Now, however, he prefers to learn more in the library, in the common room, or simply in his dorm.

If he wants to repair the damage that the Malfoy family has suffered so far, he, the future head of the family, will definitely need to put in more effort.

But just as he watched the players flying around the arena at random, while silently thinking about a theoretical question about potions in his heart, the familiar and unfamiliar back in front of him suddenly attracted his attention.

"It's Pansy, right?"

Draco gave him a casual glance, and quickly judged the other person's identity from the neatly groomed hairstyle.

If you want to say that he and Pansy can actually be regarded as growing up together, the pure-blood wizard family has a lot of various activities, and when he was a child, his father would often take him to various formal and informal high-end gatherings such as dinner parties, dance parties, afternoon teas, etc.

In those activities, children of his age are naturally indispensable.

Boys born into pure-blood families need to develop social skills from an early age, while girls want to show their peers as early as possible.

In this era, the gradual loneliness and withering of pureblood makes all families need to combine with each other, and in order to maintain the purity of blood, marriage has long become an inevitable choice.

And it was in the midst of all those messy, one party after another, that Draco and Pansy saw each other frequently, as the Malfoys and the Parkinson family had always had a good relationship.

It's a pity that he has never liked this girl who is as vitriol as her brother.

Yes, even later, Pansy Parkinson's performance in front of him slowly became much more submissive. But he had already seen her nature, but he was too lazy to take care of her.

However, the back seen while sitting in the stands at this moment made Draco feel a little inexplicable in his heart.

"Hmm......" Draco thought to himself, frowning slightly, a little puzzled, "what happened to her?" ”

In fact, he felt a heaviness from Pansy's back. And the majestic weight that seemed to crush his whole person had been experienced more than once in the past, hadn't he?

"Do you mean...... Is it related to the guy named Helbo? ”

Voldemort's "gift" almost cost him his life - if it weren't for Maca's magnanimity, not only did he not destroy himself who had fallen into evil, but also saved him from that terrible abyss, he would never have wanted to sit on a high platform and watch a Quidditch match like this.

And Pansy's back at this time is like the time when he was oppressed by Voldemort's power and struggled bitterly on the edge of good and evil!

After a moment of thought, a moment of memory, Draco subconsciously reached for the shoulder in front of him and patted it gently.

It was only a brief contact that he sensed a suppressed tremor in his shoulder.

Pansy looked sluggish, and only a few seconds after Draco patted her that she turned back in confusion and glanced at Draco in a daze.

Draco, on his part, realized what he had done, but he couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart about what he had just done.

Really, what happened to Pansy Parkinson and does it have anything to do with him? Not to mention, he was still speculating just now that the other party was most likely involved in the confrontation between Maca and Helbo.

It's best not to get involved in something like this, let alone get out of it after you've gotten enough - his hapless son, Lucius Malfoy, is undoubtedly the best example of this.

But then, Draco frowned and tilted his head towards the stairs of the stands.

"Pansy, come with me!"

As Miss Parkinson followed Draco and stood up to walk towards the staircase, Maca, who was diagonally across the court, caught a glimpse of them leaving.

No, it can't be said to be "just right", after all, he's been keeping an eye on Pansy from time to time since breakfast today.

Marka was at first a little surprised when she saw Malfoy call her to the top of the stairs, but soon nodded as if she had figured it out.

Seeing him smile and look away, he continued to look up at Hermione and Luna, who were still chasing each other, but couldn't help but say to himself in his heart:

"Perhaps, Professor Snape will have a lot of peace of mind this time!"

……

"Draco, you...... What's the matter? ”

In the magically built wooden stairwell under the high platform, the two stood face to face, behind the Slytherin hanging cloth from the stands.

Now, Pansy's expression, which had been tense from night to now, finally showed a trace of relaxation.

She didn't notice the existence of the other party before, naturally just because she was too stressed, and she didn't have the extra strength to think about those things of love and love.

But when Malfoy came to her in person, she couldn't help but feel a little more joy in her heart.

Looking at the heaviness on Pansy's face, Malfoy shook his head, and suddenly said bluntly:

"Pansy, you like me, don't you?"

"Uh...... Yes? ”

Miss Parkinson's didn't expect that after the other party came out, the first thing she said was this.

But...... Of course, as a girl, Pansy doesn't writhe like a normal girl. Even though she hadn't said it before, Malfoy nodded decisively since she had asked so bluntly.

"Yes," she said, "Draco, I like you—I've liked you since I was very young!" ”

Malfoy heard this, but did not give any indication of this.

He asked as if he was just trying to confirm it, and after getting the answer he wanted, he continued:

"So, if I were to ask you something, I'm sure you'd be willing to tell me, wouldn't you?"

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and then added:

"You know, all I want to hear is 'the truth.'"

"Ask me something?" Pansy hesitated and nodded again, "You ask!" I'll tell you...... Well, no, let me think again. ”

She was only halfway through her sentence when she suddenly changed her words.

Perhaps it was the serious, heavy look on Malfoy's face that made Pansy naturally think of the things she had been bothering herself with a moment ago.

If nothing else, at least what happened this time, she felt that she must not be able to say.

Yes, even if it was Draco Malfoy, whom she genuinely loved, who was about to ask her questions at the moment.

However, after Malfoy heard it, he frowned and said:

"Don't want to say it? Hum...... Is it related to Helmo and McLean? ”

"How do you know—"

As soon as she said this, Pansy immediately regretted it - if Malfoy was just playing tricks on her, and she wasn't sure at all, then wouldn't she not admit herself?

But Malfoy followed suit:

"Guess what's so hard about that? Isn't that the biggest thing in the wizarding world right now? What's more, just look at how you've been these days......"

"Is this so obvious?"

Pansy hurriedly touched her cheek. (https:)

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