Chapter 1107: you are my friend

"In the next period, Miss Parkinson's life may not be very good ... If she comes to you someday, I think you might consider giving her a little help."
This was Draco's last word to him when he left Makar's room.
Of course, if Draco will ignore Pansy at that time, it depends on Draco's personal thoughts.
If his vision can be long-term enough, he will certainly foresee some changes in the Parkinson's family when Pansy completes the task explained by Maca.
Therefore, since his Malfoy family is now on the side of Maca and Hogwarts, it will be a good choice to provide public convenience to Pansy when necessary.
However, like this how to stabilize the family status, Maca naturally does not actively remind the other party.
If Draco can think of it, it will prove that the future of the Malfoy family is worth looking forward to; and if Draco's vision is not so broad, Maca would not care about one person who can cooperate for a long time.
As for the Miss Parkinson, who is still out of the house, whether she can take this "spy trip" which is both atonement and a test depends on herself.
If she not only persisted in the difficulties, but also completed the task, Maca would not mind letting the entire Hogwarts welcome her return.
Looking at the door taken by Draco, Maca thought about it, shrugged with a chuckle.
"I hope she can go well!"
...
For Maca's rather indifferent "blessings", Pansi apparently has no way of knowing. At this moment, she had just poured a glass of raspberry-flavored cold beer in the bar below, but she was already in the guest room on the second floor.
Seriously, she actually regretted it a bit—she shouldn't be so impressed with a glass of iced beer.
Because of that glass of beer, she felt cold all over now, not a little warm. In addition, her drinking volume is actually very ordinary. That glass of wine was drunk a bit, and now my head is a little dazed.
However, drinking a little sip has some benefits. At least the wound on the back shoulder doesn't seem to hurt so much. There are only some strange foreign body sensations that make her want to twist her arms twice.
"Oh, I hope that Illuri can hurry up ... even if going out tonight includes McLean's meaning, if he was found out, he would not be able to explain anything for me. Therefore, it would be best to return early Better to go back sooner ... "
Wu Wu murmured, Panxi subconsciously touched the inside of the outer robe.
She had wanted to cast a spell to light the fireplace, but only remembered after reaching out that she had lent her wand temporarily to the other party before Illy went out.
"I heard that there are always small ignition tools near Muggle's fireplace. We should really learn about such small details of convenience in life."
Maybe it has experienced some real dark side of the magic world, which has caused Pansy's state of mind to have some subtle changes. But of course, she said these words more to ease the pressure in her heart, and the joke component was obviously more in it.
You know, the so-called concept can't be changed so easily.
After Pansy looked around the fireplace without any hope, and found that there were indeed no props to ignite, she finally lifted the quilt and leaned in to dig in.
The unburned flame provides warmth, and it is also an idea to cover the quilt-anyway, this can also make you feel less cold, although it is far worse than a lit fireplace.
After that, about 10 minutes had passed since Jo Mo, and the slightly stubborn knock on the door knocked Pansy awake.
"Well ... oh, wait a minute, I'll be here!"
She rubbed her face and couldn't help yawning. When she climbed out of bed with her arms raised, she was involved in the wound because of too much movement, and a dull pain caused by the paralysis of alcohol appeared.
"Well."
Panxi frowned, and then slowly walked over and opened the closed door.
"Buy it? Didn't you meet anything?"
"Yes, Miss Parkinson, everything went well!"
After Yi Luli came in, she turned around and closed the door again, and then took out from her arms a small bottle of Motra mouse juice that she had just bought at Tipping Lane.
Although this semi-finished medicine, which is treated with the juice secreted from the antennae of the back of the Motra rat, is certainly not as effective as the expensive white fresh flavor in the healing effect, it is a common trauma medicine that is quite affordable.
"Please sit down! I'll give you some medicine."
Illy urged Pansy to sit beside the bed, but due to the difference in height, she had to follow her to the bed.
When Pansy loosened her clothes and pulled it down a little, a small wound, but it looked like a deep wound, even when it came to Yi Luli's sight.
The wooden thorn that had been stuck on Panxi's back shoulder had already been pulled out, and the already cleaned clothes were stained with blood again. Even because Pansy was lying on the bed for a while, Yin Hong's blood was stained on the quilt.
Fortunately, for a wizard, trauma that is not fatal is not a problem. Even high paraplegia with broken arms and legs is just an ordinary injury with one or two doses of potions that can get out of bed in a few days.
After Illy dumped Motra Rat Juice on it, the injury that had been slightly relieved by the power of alcohol immediately did not hurt, and the deep-looking wound should be gradually changed. The tendency to heal.
"Just wait a moment like this," Yi Luli nodded. "It will be restored soon."
"Oh, okay ... thanks."
Pan Xi thanked the other side uncommonly, and then stretched his back with his unarmed arm back when the other party was unnecessary.
"Give me the wand, I think I have to make a fire-it feels a bit cold."
"Ah, is it cold?" Yi Luli handed out her wand, a little worried and said, "If it is because of blood loss, then ..."
"Oh no, it's not like that."
Pansy felt a little awkward, after all, she couldn't say that it was because she drank a large glass of cold beer after the other party left.
"Well, I was a bit afraid of cold ... yes! That's it, it's okay!"
Waiting for the wound to heal will not take much time. Except that you need to bake it because you feel cold, the irritating itching on the back shoulder is more guilty.
However, before the itching caused by the healing of the wound disappeared, Pansy and Irilly simultaneously heard a sudden tumult in the bar downstairs.
Followed by them, they found that several people seemed to start walking upstairs, knocking on the door of the guest room one by one.
"Who is so late? Let people not sleep-oh! Who are you?"
"... The Ministry of Magic Auror office, please cooperate with the production of the wand, we need to check and check with the registration file."
"Uh, Merlin is on! What's wrong?"
"The current case is still confidential, please don't make extra inquiries ..."
The two listened carefully behind the door, and soon heard the conversation that was still expected. To be honest, they would rather guess wrong.
"What to do? The Auror will definitely check the magic wand with the flashback spell. Many people who have cast dueling spells before will definitely catch them on the spot!"
Pansy whispered to herself, trying to temporarily think of a way to escape herself-she knew that she could not leave the broken cauldron bar with a phantom spell.
After all, although she had always been wearing a hood on her head, she had been so close to Carl behind the bar before, and the other party must have seen her face. As long as she flees in this way, the so-called "truth" that Pansy Parkinson is doing for the people of Haierbo will be immediately put on the list of suspected fugitives in the Auror office.
If that were the case, she would fear that Hogwarts would not be able to return.
But when Pansy was thinking hard with her eyes closed, she suddenly felt that the magic wand being held in her hand was being pulled out. Then she heard a crisp "click" break in her ear.
"Just because of a fall and accidentally breaking the wand ... so Miss Parkinson came here, didn't she?"
Illuli was quickly snapped back into Pansy's hands by her broken wand.
"After tomorrow's purchase of a new wand at Olivander, you will have to go back to school early. I am just a goblin who happens to meet you in the broken cauldron and try to climb the Parkinson family. . "
Honestly, Pansy was really stunned by Yi Luli's actions this time-how could this petite witch come up with such a clever way to get rid of the suspicion in such an emergency situation? ?
In fact, ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Iluly's speech is indeed quite reasonable. Especially in the latter sentence, she is really persuasive in terms of her mixed race status, which is rejected by both fairies and wizards.
However, just as the door of their room was slammed from the outside, Panxi, who was suddenly awakened by the knock on the door, turned her head involuntarily, and whispered to Illy:
"No, you are not a‘ fairy hybrid trying to climb the Parkinson ’s family ’, but my new best friend!

The words didn't fall, just as Illy was shaken by Pansy's words, but the latter didn't give her a chance to speak anymore, and suddenly reached out to the doorknob.
"Click ---"
With a light sound, the door opened in response, revealing three serious expressions.
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