Chapter 1099 Cry Like a Child

"Draco... yes, as I said that afternoon, I did encounter some things. But for some reason, it is impossible for me to tell anyone...even you no."

In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy was sitting on the sofa in the corner with his legs crossed, a pair of eyes shining with a cold light on his naturally pale face.

On the other side of him, Pan Xi was across the table from him, trying to explain his performance during this period of time with limited descriptions.

But obviously, she failed, because her words were even paler than Malfoy's face.

"...So, can't you give me some trust?"

In the end, even Pansy herself felt an indefensible powerlessness, so that her voice gradually dropped.

Thinking about it, I knew that Malfoy had never let go of his doubts about her before, and now if there is no conclusive proof, how could he suddenly believe her?

Sure enough, when Pansy's explanation became smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible, Malfoy's cold snort completely made her shut up.

"Trust? You still talk about trust...why should I believe you?" He said a little impatiently, "If you are still a Slytherin, then don't mention Gryffindor in front of me That set. If you want me to believe you, then give your evidence to prove that you are not working for that Hai Erbo!"

Speaking of which, Malfoy deliberately paused again, and then spread his hands and said:

"But do you think you can produce evidence?"

"I--"

Pansy was a little annoyed by Malfoy's questioning voice, but just when she almost couldn't help but want to tell the truth, the faces of Maca and Snape were in her mind together with the image of the dementor flashed in.

Immediately, she couldn't help trembling in her heart, causing the words that were about to blurt out to be choked back abruptly.

"Don't you want to reveal the secrets you keep in your heart?"

Malfoy pursed his lips, fixed his cold eyes firmly on Pansy's, and heard him click his tongue lightly like Snape.

"Or, in fact, you don't dare to tell others at all—because you're worried that once you say it, Hai Erbo will kill you right away?"

When uttering this conjecture casually,

There was still no sympathy in Malfoy's expression, and even if it was true, Pansy might just be a victim.

However, Malfoy didn't care about that.

In fact, the favor Maca bestowed on him did not change his values. In his opinion, what connects people together is nothing more than interests, and even his gratitude to Maca probably includes it.

If possible, in the future, he will definitely repay the favor owed to Maca as much as possible, and then he can continue to have nothing to do with Maca.

Yes, he, Draco Malfoy, has always been a stubborn person.

And it was for this reason that he would not soften his heart just because Pansy might be forced to do so. After all, he had never owed the girl Pansy Parkinson anything—at least he felt so personally.

But at the next moment, Malfoy was slightly taken aback.

It suddenly occurred to him that if Pan Xi was really coerced by Haierbo, then it seemed pointless for him to continue to force her like this.

After thinking about it like this, he finally softened his expression a little, which made the previous coldness melt a little bit.

Then, I saw him sigh, and then said lightly:

"Parkinson, maybe because of some threats, you really can't tell the whole truth. But don't you think this is not an absolutely unsolvable problem?"

Just as he was talking, a complex look suddenly flashed across his face, but he didn't pause, and continued immediately:

"Although I don't really want to mention that person's name, but... I think you can try to meet that guy McLean. As long as you tell the truth, that guy will definitely not turn a blind eye to what happened to you... ..."

"...Moreover, I have to admit that his ability is enough to make most of the dark wizards in the UK dare not take refuge in that Hai Erbo easily. From this, it can be seen that it is definitely the right choice for you to go to him."

At the end, Malfoy sneered again, and the look he looked at Pansy suddenly became a little indifferent.

"What's more," he said at last, "I dare say that your little 'secret' may have been noticed by McClain long ago. If you don't want to suffer any harm, the best way is not to obey that Hai Erbo's order , but go to McLean to confess as soon as possible..."

"After all, our Malfoy family has some friendship with your family, so don't let me see your tombstone when I see you next time."

The change in Malfoy's attitude was actually not very obvious, especially when there was a bit of habitual sarcasm in his expression.

But when these words reached Panxi's ears, they naturally turned into a kind of "concern" for her.

You know, Malfoy never thought of others before—he was always the kind of person who was only self-centered.

Therefore, even though Malfoy's guess was not so accurate, it still moved Miss Parkinson, who already liked the other party, to herself.

How difficult it is to gain Malfoy's understanding!

And at that moment, the grievance that she had suppressed before suddenly resurfaced in her heart, and she could never take it back.

"Ok?"

Malfoy, who was watching her, suddenly found that her tears were welling up in her eyes, and she couldn't stop, as if she had opened a gate.

"Wait, wait! Why are you crying—stop!"

Even Malfoy, who had become more and more indifferent due to many things he had experienced, seemed to be a little bit unable to withstand the girl's tears, and immediately showed a bit of embarrassment and loss.

"Hey! I told you to stop!"

"I...I can't stop..."

Panxi's words mixed with sobs kept trembling, and all the grievances and distress in his heart were vented out with tears. After she found that the more she cried, the more comfortable she was, she cried significantly louder.

"Are you a child!"

Malfoy couldn't help but yell at her.

After that, Pansy cried for a while, until she was tired from crying, and then gradually stopped sobbing.

On the other side, Malfoy finally sat back helplessly after being annoyed, and waited silently with a sullen face until Pansy stopped crying.

To be honest, during that period, he actually wanted to walk away more than once, but he couldn't. Because he understands that if he wants to continue to study safely and steadily in the future, it will be difficult for him to turn a blind eye to this.

After all, he didn't want to go to Maca himself to confirm whether the other party knew about it, but he also didn't want to let Hai Erbo extend his tentacles into his school in case Maca made any omissions.

Finally, Pan Xi, who had calmed down again, hesitated for a while, and then made a decision.

"Draco," she murmured, "I'll go find McClane... If you're worried, you can follow me after dinner and watch me walk into his room."

Of course Malfoy wouldn't say "I'll go in with you". If he could do that, he probably would have dragged Pansy to Maca to make it clear.

After hearing what Pan Xi said, he finally heaved a sigh of relief inwardly—the negotiation for several days in a row was really exhausting, especially today!

"Well, let's do this!"

Having said that, Malfoy didn't want to stay here anymore, so he stood up suddenly and walked towards the door of the lounge, and walked out of the room in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Pan Xi behind him immediately followed after him. It can be seen that there is a long-lost smile on her face at this moment.

...

A moment later, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

As for the conversation between Pansy and Malfoy, Maca naturally didn't know—although he was actually very concerned about whether Malfoy would become Pansy's soothing stabilizer as he thought.

But when he found that Pansy and Malfoy hadn't been seen since dinner time started today, he knew something must have happened.

And during the dinner, when the two entered his line of sight from the side door one after another, their respective expressions were enough for him to decipher a lot of information.

Yes, especially the smile on Miss Parkinson's face, which is simply an obvious reminder.

"Oh, it seems... it's a good thing to visit the grave occasionally."

Thinking that all of this probably started with Martin's "grave-sweeping invitation letter", he couldn't help laughing—that guy probably wanted to calm Pansy this time, but now, unexpectedly, he succeeded ahead of schedule.

Although, the actual situation is estimated to be different from what he wants.

Just when Maca smiled and forked up a piece of chopped steak and stuffed it into his mouth, he heard Slughorn beside him also happily said:

"Yes, tomb-sweeping is indeed a good thing. While remembering the ancestors, we can also enjoy the natural beauty near the cemetery-you know, cemeteries are usually chosen in places with unique scenery!"

The old man likes to talk indiscriminately when he has nothing to do. When Maca heard this, he could only smile and nodded.

"Yeah!" he said with a deliberate smile while mobilizing his cheeks and chewing, "Professor, have you chosen a cemetery for yourself? If not, I would suggest that you can be buried with Professor Dumbledore—" —The scenery by the lake is really beautiful!”

Slughorn grinned when he heard that.

"Oh, that sounds good...but not in a hurry, not in a hurry!"