Chapter 181: sprain

After a while, the crowd finally became thinner, and Malfoy found a chance, and walked towards the box according to his own memory.
He was going up the flow of people at this time, and when he passed a grandstand, he suddenly heard a familiar sound, which seemed very weak among the bustling crowd, but he still heard it.
"Draco! I'm here!" Malfoy only saw Pansy clutching the armrest of a seat at this time so as not to be squeezed away, and the other hand was waving desperately, waving at him. The other foot is holding a strange posture on the seat, which looks quite awkward, and the expression on his face also shows a kind of twisted pain.
"It's really a catastrophe." Malfoy thought to himself, and naturally squeezed out of the crowd. In a sense, it was inseparable from himself.
Pansy’s position is now in a small round stand, and the seats above are neatly arranged, while Pansy is half lying on the empty space in front of the two seats, revealing a very weak pair Look.
"I warned him not to put any marks as long as I knew it," Malfoy said in heart, but it was useless to regret now. Malfoy could only come to Pansy's side and asked a few questions with concern.
"Did your feet twist? Can you still go?" he cared.
Panxi pursed her lips and shook her head weakly. "It hurts badly." Her eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist.
"I think you were quite spirited when you called me just now," Malfoy said helplessly.
"I was injured in the leg, not the throat, can you hear it without speaking loudly?" She responded immediately, so relieved that Malfoy was relieved.
"Then what to do now? You can't walk, would you want me to leave you here?" Malfoy asked with raised eyebrows.
"You just carry me!" Pansy blurted out, only to find that her intentions seemed to be too obvious, and then she carefully glanced at Malfoy and looked at his expressionless face, knowing that her thoughts should be It's gone.
"Forget it, blame me." Malfoy sighed, and then said ridiculously: "Don't push me down, then nobody will take you back."
"I'm not heavy." Pansy said unconvincedly, but his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and he smiled and wrapped his arms around Malfoy's neck. It seemed that the injury to his leg was not so painful.
Malfoy only felt that there was little weight attached to his back, and it was light and fluttering, which was not much for him who exercised regularly.
"I'm not heavy?" Pansy, who was confident enough just now, felt Malfoy suddenly froze and could not help wondering if he was really heavy, so he asked quietly.
"Acceptable" Malfoy didn't have much to worry about Pansy's problem. By the way, she lifted her slender calf with both hands, letting the weight of her entire body rest on herself.
Compared to this, he is more concerned about how Pansy was injured.
"What's going on with your feet?" Malfoy asked.
At this time Panxi's hand around his neck became tighter, fearing that he would fall off without grasping.
"I don't know." Pansy whispered beside Malfoy's ear, and Malfoy's ear was tickled by the heat.
"After I broke up with you, I didn't know where I was squeezed. I could only follow the crowd slowly, and suddenly a group of hooded men in black cloaks came to the greenery field. I thought it was One of the support teams of the two national teams, you know, some cheerleaders always like to wear some fancy clothes, but they didn’t expect them to start casting spells under the large crowd, and then the already mad crowd there became more and more chaotic. I also suddenly felt a pain under my feet, it should be hit by a spell, and then I could only find a seat as far as possible. If you don’t come, I guess I have to wait for the crowd to disperse before I can be saved.
"Wouldn't that group of hooded men have their own dad?" Malfoy felt a headache now and decided not to think about it for the time being. The important thing now is to send Pansy back safely
"Magic injury? Then remember to go to San Mungo Hospital." Malfoy can only restrain his owed feelings as much as possible. He can't expect everything. Pansy's injury was obviously unexpected this time. Outside.
Pan Xi was keenly aware of the change in Malfoy's mood, and then said with a smile: "It's just a minor injury. Haven't I been very happy watching the game before? Is it even?"
At the same time, Pansy only felt that Malfoy's back was powerful, giving her a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.
She then remembered the conversation between the two not long ago.
"Think about those things as an adult? Will you please, am I unwilling?" she said heartily, and there was no substantive content in the conversation not long ago, and Malfoy said what form he might face in the future, or what the future might be. May encounter danger or something, and then implicated her.
She doesn't care.
"Oh my god! What the are you doing!" Narcissa waited anxiously in the box, as soon as she saw her son coming in ~EbookFREE.me~, he hurriedly greeted the past and said in panic.
Then she saw Pansy steadily carried on the back by her son.
Malfoy and Pansy spent a lot of time, and now they are back in the box where they should have been.
"I..." Malfoy was about to explain, and Pansy said first.
"I was arguing about going out to watch the game, but Malfoy couldn't help me, so I just accommodated me."
"Are you okay, little Pansy?" Narcissa asked only when Pansy seemed to be injured.
"It should be a magic wound." Malfoy found a soft sofa, which put Pansy down from his back.
"How should I explain to your father?" Narcissa rubbed her own forehead, and it seemed to be a headache.
"Aunt Narcissa, it's okay, it's just a minor injury." Pansy said sensibly, but at this time the injury should have happened again, and she groaned painfully.
"Poor boy." Narcissa looked at Pansy sympathetically, while putting on a stern look, asking "Draco, how do you take care of her."
"Mom, I'm sorry too." Malfoy could only say that, this time it was his negligence that caused the accident.
"What about my dad? Aunt Narcissa?" Pansy asked only then.
"He's gone to you, and he doesn't know what he should be in a hurry now." Narcissa said in reproach.
"What about my dad?" Malfoy then asked, and then saw Narcissa's expression suddenly become very unnatural.
"Sure enough." He sighed in his heart, but he didn't think he had forgotten the people he was closer to.
It must be said that this Quidditch World Cup is full of accidents, not a pleasant journey
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