Chapter 1107 You Are My Friend

"In the next period of time, Miss Parkinson's life may not be easy... If she comes to you one day, I think you may consider giving her a little help."

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

Of course, whether Draco will pay attention to Pansy at that time depends on Draco's personal thoughts.

If he can take a long-term view, he will inevitably foresee certain changes that may occur in the Parkinson family after Pan Xi completes the task Maca has given him.

Therefore, since his Malfoy family has now sided with Maca and Hogwarts, it would be a good choice to provide Pansy with some convenience when necessary, both public and private.

However, Maca would not take the initiative to remind the other party about how to stabilize the family status.

If Draco can think of it by himself, it proves that the future of the Malfoy family is worth looking forward to; and if Draco's vision is not so broad, Maca will not care about losing a partner who can cooperate for a long time.

As for Miss Parkinson, who has not yet returned, it is up to her whether she can survive this "spy trip" that is both atonement and test.

If she not only persevered despite all the difficulties, but also completed the task well, Maca wouldn't mind letting the whole of Hogwarts welcome her back.

Looking at the door that was closed by Draco casually, Maca thought for a while, then shrugged with a light smile.

"I wish her all the best!"

...

Pan Xi obviously had no way of knowing about Macana's rather indifferent "blessing". But at this moment, she had just poured a glass of raspberry-flavored cold beer in the bar below, but she had already arrived in the guest room on the second floor.

To be honest, she actually regretted it a little - she shouldn't have ordered a glass of cold beer so rashly.

Because of that glass of beer, now she only feels chilly all over, without any warmth. In addition, her drinking capacity is actually very average, she drank that glass of wine in a hurry, and now she is somewhat dizzy in her head.

But being a little drunk is also beneficial, at least the wound on the back shoulder seems to be less painful, only some strange foreign body sensation made her want to twist her arm twice.

"Oh, I hope Iluli can hurry up... Even tonight's outing also contains McClain's meaning,

But if someone finds out, it's impossible for him to explain anything to me. Therefore, if you can go back early, it is best to go back early..."

While muttering to himself, Pansy subconsciously touched the inside of the robe.

She wanted to cast a spell and light the fireplace, but after she reached out her hand, she remembered that she had lent Iluli her wand temporarily before she went out.

"I heard that there are always gadgets for lighting fires next to Muggle fireplaces. We wizards really should learn about such small details that are convenient for life."

Perhaps because of experiencing some real dark side of the magic world, Pansy's state of mind has also undergone some subtle changes. It's just of course, she said this more to relieve the pressure in her heart, and most of it was a joke.

You know, the so-called concepts cannot be changed so easily.

After Pansy searched around the fireplace without hope, and found that there was indeed no prop to ignite the fire, she finally lifted the quilt and leaned over to get in.

There is no burning fire to provide warmth, and it is also an idea to cover yourself with a quilt-at least it will also make yourself feel less cold, although it is still far from a lit fireplace.

And after that, about ten minutes later, two slightly reserved knocks on the door woke up Pansy, who was already a little drowsy.

"Uh... oh, wait a minute, I'm coming!"

She rubbed her face and couldn't help yawning again. When she stretched her arms and climbed out of the bed, the wound was involved because of the movement too much, and there was a dull pain caused by the paralysis of alcohol.

"Well."

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

"Buy it? Didn't you encounter anything?"

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

After Iluli came in, she took the initiative to turn around and close the door, and then took out from her bosom the small bottle of Mortra rat juice she had just bought at Knockturn Alley.

This kind of semi-finished medicine processed with the juice secreted from the tentacles on the back of the Motra rat, although its healing effect is definitely not as good as the expensive white fresh essence, but it is a common trauma medicine with a relatively affordable price.

"Please sit down! I'll give you medicine."

Yi Luli softly urged Pan Xi to sit on the edge of the bed, but due to the height difference, she had to climb onto the bed herself.

After Pansy loosened the clothes and pulled them down a little, a small but deep wound came into Iluli's sight.

The wooden thorn on Pan Xi's back shoulder had already been pulled out, but the clothes that had been cleaned were once again stained with blood. Even because Pan Xi lay on the bed for a while, even the bedding was stained with bright red blood.

Fortunately, for wizards, injuries that are not fatal enough are not a problem. Even a high paraplegia with a broken arm or leg is nothing more than a common injury that can get out of bed and bounce around within a few days after a dose or two of potion.

After Iluli poured the Mortella rat juice on it slowly, the wound that had been relieved by the power of alcohol immediately stopped hurting, and the seemingly deep wound, even if it had gradually Healing trend.

"Just wait for a while," Iluli nodded and said, "It will recover soon."

"Oh, ok...thank you."

Pan Xi thanked the other party unaccustomed, and then stretched his uninjured arm behind his back when the other party didn't need to talk.

"Give me my wand, I think I'll have to light a fire—it's a little cold."

"Ah, is it cold?" Iluli said worriedly while handing out her wand, "If it's because of blood loss, then..."

"Oh no, not like that."

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

"Well, I was a little afraid of the cold... yes! That's it, it's okay!"

The process of waiting for the wound to heal does not take too much time, except for the need to warm up to the fire because of the cold, that is, the irritating itching on the back shoulder is more tolerable.

However, before the itching caused by the healing of the wound disappeared, Pansy and Iluli heard a sudden commotion in the bar downstairs at the same time.

And following them, they found that a few people seemed to be walking upstairs and knocked on the door of the guest room one by one.

"Who is it so late? Keeping people from sleeping-oh! Who are you?"

"...The Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, please cooperate and show the wand, we need to check and check with the registration file."

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

"The current case is still being kept secret, please do not make unnecessary inquiries..."

The two of them stuck behind the door and listened carefully, and soon heard the expected conversation. But to be honest, they would rather guess wrong.

"What should I do? Aurors will definitely check their wands with flashback spells. People who have cast many dueling spells before will definitely catch them on the spot!"

Pansy whispered to herself, trying to think of a way to save herself—she knew that she couldn't use the Apparation Charm to leave the Leaky Cauldron just yet.

After all, although she had been wearing a hood all the time, but she was so close to Carl behind the bar, the other party must have seen her face. And as long as she escapes like this, the so-called "truth" that Pansy Parkinson is working for Haierbo's people will be immediately recorded on the list of fugitive suspects in the Auror office.

If that was the case, she might not even be able to go back to Hogwarts.

But when Pansy closed her eyes and buried her head in deep thought, she suddenly felt that the wand she was holding in her hand was pulled out at once. Then she heard a crisp "click" breaking sound coming from her ear.

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

Iluli quickly put the broken wand back into Pansy's hand.

"After you go to Ollivander to buy a new wand tomorrow, you have to go back to school early. And I'm just a half-breed goblin who happened to meet you at the Leaky Cauldron and tried to cling to the Parkinson family .”

To be honest, Pansy was really stunned by Iluli's actions this time—under such an urgent situation, how did this petite witch come up with such a clever way to get rid of suspicion? ?

In fact, Yi Luli's remarks are indeed quite reasonable. Especially the latter sentence, considering her identity as a goblin hybrid who was rejected by both goblins and wizards, was indeed very convincing.

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

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

Before she finished speaking, just when Iluli was extremely shaken by Pan Xi's words, the latter didn't give her a chance to speak, and suddenly stretched out her hand to the doorknob.

"Click—"

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

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