Chapter 170: "Bloodlight?"

　　 "What are you going to bed for?" Malfoy's voice rang beside Pansy's ear
　　 "Of course..." Pansy wanted to answer subconsciously, but found that what came between the lips and teeth was not the slight smell that should be imagined, but a sweet fragrance.
She hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see that Malfoy had already returned to the chair opposite her, holding her delicate glass bottle full of pink potions in her hands, and shaking it a few times before she murmured. Author: "It turns out to be an obsession."
　　Pansi immediately subconsciously touched it in her pocket. There is no doubt that the bottle Malfoy made was made by herself.
"Is the potion I made myself indistinguishable from its effects? Aphrodisiac. It's not a poor aphrodisiac. Of course, the nature is worse than the latter." Malfoy said coldly, his eyes clear. As always.
"You... are you awake again? Draco!" Pansy asked stuttering, burying his head again, daring not to look directly at Malfoy's eyes, and then he found that the one he had just put on his lips , The apple pie she just made herself, has now fallen to the ground.
"I have confiscated the tools for committing the crime first." Malfoy said lightly, without directly answering Pansy's question, "Then, tell me, how did you do this medicine, Hogwarts prohibits the obsession. Yes, even if it is, it is only possible in the books in the forbidden area, or if you brought it from your home, then I will consider telling your dad."
"It wasn't taken from my house. Don't tell my dad, I will tell you everything." Pansy responded panicly, his voice trembling, and then told Malfoy what he had done without reservation. The rest of her life made her mood ups and downs, and she was at a loss for a while.
"That can't be seen, our dean has missed a good seedling, and he will be an obsessive in the third grade. Maybe you will be at Gryffindor's table someday, and he will add 50 to you. "Malfoy's light praise "Pansi", but Pansy was not happy this time.
　　 After Malfoy picked up some bright roses on the table seemingly inadvertently, took it close to his nose in his hand and sniffed it gently.
　　 "I know what you bought before." Malfoy made a sudden expression. Then he pretended to be puzzled and said, "Rose thorn? I was still thinking about what you want to do when you buy these things."
　　 "Did you see it then?" Pansy's head was buried lower, and he asked like a fine mosquito.
　　 "It's just that I only saw one, otherwise maybe I could guess what you wanted to do then." Malfoy shook his head.
　　 "Also." Malfoy added: "The next time I'm going to be an obsession agent, remember to replace the rose thorns with rose petals." Then Malfoy threw a few roses in his hand on the table in front of Pansy.
　　 "Why, both of them are OK!" Pansy raised his head subconsciously and hurriedly asked, but he forgot that he was in a mistake and was taught.
　　 "The effect of the rose thorn's obsessive agent is unstable, and the duration is very short." Malfoy pointed out, turning his eyes to Pansy and glancing at her.
　　 Panxi flinched back again, as if to get into a chair, and then his body shuddered before asking blushing: "Are you always sober just now?"
　　 "You can guess." Malfoy said with a smile, returning the problem to Pansy, and then Malfoy's only trace of laughter was completely absorbed.
　　 There was a silence.
　　 "Pansi, if you succeed, do you think there will be any consequences?" Malfoy asked coldly.
　　 "I.. I don't know." Pansy replied weakly. She is now aware of the seriousness of the problem. This time she should make a mistake that she can't stick her tongue out, and pretending to be pitiful can offset it.
　　Pansi also knew that Malfoy usually treated her extremely well, but once she made some mistakes in principle, she would be punished more severely.
"What you get with the obsessive agent will not be true love, it will only bring a short-term obsession." Malfoy said, staring at Pansy, who was staring at the "ostrich", and every time Malfoy said, Pansy The lower your head is buried, as if the whole body will get under the table at any time.
　　 "Lift your head!" Looking at Pansy, Malfoy was still unmoved, but harsher.
"Hmm..." Pan Xi could only answer, slowly raised his head, with innocent and clear eyes showing in his eyes, a look of sobbing on the small face, if he was not someone who knew her, she would definitely think of her It is sincere confession.
　　 "I was wrong, Draco." Pancichu looked at Malfoy pitifully, expressing his apology.
　　 "Do you think this can be fooled this way too?" Marr's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows raised, and he responded in disapproval.
　　 "Aren't you all right." Sensing that Malfoy's tone seemed to be abating, Pansy began to try his best to express himself.
"Right!" Pansy seemed to have suddenly caught some life-saving straw, blushing, and seemed a bit shy, and then forced himself to toughen up, saying: "If you have to investigate, I will tell Aunt Narcissa that you are bullying I!"
　　 Malfoy's mouth twitched, and then quickly returned to normal.
　　 "Then I don't mind." Malfoy said indifferently, then stood up from the chair again.
　　 "Since you don't have the sincerity to repent, but also want to "injustice" me as a victim, then I don't mind letting your stigma turn into reality." Malfoy touched his chin and stared closely at Pansy.
　　Pansi only felt that the sense of oppression that had just hit his heart again.
"I'm just kidding." Pansy then waved his hand and said with a strong smile, and then turned into a low-browed look, "Draco, you can do whatever you want, anyway, now I can’t resist you. I don’t mind even if you want to continue what I just did.
Pansy decided to use a different method, put his hands on his chest alternately, and once again put out a pitiful pair. It looks like a frightened bunny, inspiring sympathetic desires and unbearable hurt.
　　 "Are you sure?" Malfoy's eyes were sharp and compelling at the moment. It seemed that as long as Pansy dared to nod, something irreparable would happen in the next moment~EbookFREE.me~ I was wrong, Draco. "Pansi's expression changed dramatically, and at last he reluctantly spit out this sentence again.
　　 "Is this sincere?" Malfoy asked, gazing at Pansy's eyes, keeping her eyes from looking elsewhere.
　　 "Hmm..." Pansy lengthened the tail and answered weakly.
　　 "Since that is the case, then you must be prepared to face the punishment now." Malfoy tapped the table gently with his index finger, moving his attention away from Pansy.
"Let’s eat first, otherwise you won’t have the strength to accept the punishment." Malfoy picked up the knife and fork, and was about to start today’s dinner, but found that Pansy did not respond to him, and looked up, only to see her whole body. Lying on the table, tilting his head to the side, a look of chuckle.
　　 "Draco, my stomach hurts!" Pansy said weakly, his face pale, the big sweat beads dripping from between his foreheads, his petite body curled up with pain.
"If I find that you are pretending to be sick, the punishment will be doubled." Malfoy stared straight at Pansy for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly, and immediately stood up from the chair, he did not know what magic I can pretend to be so realistic.
　　 And today Pansy certainly wouldn't expect to be exposed as such, and prepared the means of pretending to be sick in advance, the Weasley brothers' quick-action skipping candy should not have been invented yet.
　　 Then there is only one result, which is really a coincidence.
　　The "disaster of blood" predicted by Professor Trelawney still failed to escape after all.
　　 To be more precise, no girl can escape.