Ron and Hermione's relationship soured again one day. As the Weasley twins said, "Crookshanks was just acting on instinct." But Ron still couldn't stand the sight of that big cat wandering around in front of his Scabbers, acting like it was about to pounce. Considering Ron was now a patient, Hermione chose to deal with their relationship by giving him the cold shoulder, and she spent most of her time in the library. She was extremely busy during this time. Because of the Time-Turner, she needed to spend more time to complete the homework assigned to her by the teachers.
Now, the atmosphere was awkward whenever the three of them were together, but they would still unconsciously bump into each other often. Harry wanted to act as a buffer between the two, but neither of them appreciated it.
The first Hogsmeade weekend arrived, and none of the three of them went.
Harry wanted to go but wasn't eligible, and Ron was limited by his physical condition. Of course, more than that, it was because he had made a mistake and was being punished. Even though Mrs. Weasley had signed his permission slip early, it was canceled by a letter that came from home later. Percy confiscated his signature as a punishment.
As for Hermione, her reason to herself was that she was too busy lately and had to make up for the consequences of using the Time-Turner by catching up on some course assignments. But perhaps only deep down did she know that she didn't want to go to that place with someone's memories. It held no meaning for her anymore. The novelty was gone, and she didn't need to go again.
Compared to the somewhat disheartened trio, Malfoy's days were much more comfortable. Many arrangements had been completed, giving him enough time and mood to do some boring things.
For example, going shopping with girls.
"Draco, why don't you try this flavor of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? I think it's pretty good."
Yes, dandruff flavor is indeed very good.
"What about this licorice wand?" She ran to another shelf and asked.
Before Malfoy could answer, Pansy excitedly waved her arms and said.
"Look, the bubbles blown by this bubblegum are so pretty! I want to turn my dorm room into the color of bluebells, what do you think?"
This was Honeydukes Sweetshop.
Pansy basically tried all kinds of snacks in the entire store. Compared to men, women seemed to have a natural enthusiasm for sweets. If Malfoy hadn't foreseen this and brought some Undetectable Extension Charm pouches, he felt he might not be able to go back today and would be submerged in piles and piles of goods.
After shopping, they went to the Three Broomsticks Pub.
All kinds of wizards gathered here, talking loudly and eloquently, discussing magical world secrets that were half-true and half-false. Alcohol was the best way to liven things up. Several wizards were arguing red-faced about the truth of the news they were telling, almost rolling up their sleeves and raising their wands for a duel.
The other relatively clean tables were also full of people. There were tall, thin wizards who wrapped themselves in robes, not showing their faces, only revealing their mouths to take a small sip when drinking. There were old witches with pointed hats and wrinkled faces, even letting their black cats climb onto the table to drink with them. More ordinary wizards were also spending their leisure time here. Of course, more were students who came to try something new. The novelty and excitement made them a little excited, yet they wanted to restrain themselves and give others the illusion that "I come here often," not knowing that their student robes, which symbolized their identity, had already exposed the fact that they were still "newbies."
"Butterbeer isn't alcohol, right? Just let me have a sip, okay? Just one sip." At the bar, Pansy rested her chin on her hands, staring at a bubbling beer with fascination, her words carrying a hint of inquiry and coquetry, hoping to have a sip. This amused the landlady of the Three Broomsticks. She had never seen such a cute girl, so she took the initiative to pour a glass and handed it to Pansy, saying with a smile, "A lovely new face, is this your first time bringing your boyfriend here? Be careful not to get too drunk and not be able to go back later."
"Dare he?" Pansy glared at Malfoy, secretly taking a sip of the glass that had been placed in front of her, her face unconsciously turning red, not knowing whether it was the effect of the beer or the result of the word 'boyfriend.'
"Huh, Draco, why are there two of you? Did you use some new magic again?" Pansy's face was dyed with a drunken blush, dizzy and unaware. The next moment, she fell headfirst onto the bar. If he hadn't been quick-witted and pulled her in time, Pansy would have suffered a heavy bump.
Malfoy couldn't bear to look. Her alcohol tolerance had simply broken through the lower limit of his understanding. He had only pretended not to see someone's little trick just now. If he didn't agree, Pansy shouldn't have been able to drink even a sip. Thinking that he would turn a blind eye and let her have a taste, he didn't expect that this little bit would actually knock her down. It was really unexpected.
"Impressive alcohol tolerance." Malfoy sighed, wondering how to deal with this little drunkard now.
"Uh... I'm very sorry." Madam Rosmerta quickly apologized. She had obviously overestimated the girl's alcohol tolerance. This situation had never happened before. She was very clear about the alcohol content of her butterbeer. It was really unimaginable that drinking so little would make her so drunk.
Just as Malfoy was thinking about how to solve the problem of this little drunk cat, the landlady said something shocking again.
"Actually, it's quite good, isn't it? How about it, do you need a room provided by our pub?" Madam Rosmerta put on another expression, revealing a smile, looking at him with a hint of ambiguity, and began to "tempt" him. "It seems that this little girl likes you quite a bit."
Malfoy even suspected that her next words would be something like "Three years of blood earned, death penalty is not a loss."
"You still like to tease students as always." Malfoy said seriously.
"What? Does my reputation even reach the ears of students your age?" Madam Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled, her gestures full of mature woman's charm.
"That's really taking pride in disgrace." Malfoy couldn't help but slander.
"Such a serious boy is not cute at all, and doesn't even blush." She shook her head disappointedly, and then said, "You watch over her here, I'll go to the kitchen to get her something to sober her up." As she spoke, she pinched Pansy's rosy cheeks, "Look, how cute, I'm even tempted, really not considering it?"
"Let me first check if the crime of instigation can be imprisoned in Azkaban." Malfoy said expressionlessly.
"Sure is boring." The woman shook her head disappointedly, stood up, twisted her slender waist and walked towards a corner of the bar, attracting the attention of other male animals in the bar. It had to be said that this woman did have a captivating charm.
"Finally gone." Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. He realized that Pansy, who had just fallen on the table, had unconsciously grabbed his arm and gently bit his wrist, leaving a row of teeth marks.
"Are you a dog?" Malfoy thought, feeling that he was really unlucky today, "This is my hand, not your favorite cream pudding." Malfoy reminded her helplessly, but found that Pansy's teeth were clenched even tighter.
"Level 1 dangerous goods - any drink containing alcohol." Malfoy thought, determined to prevent her from touching these things in the future.
"Draco, don't die." Pansy, who was half-drunk and half-awake, suddenly muttered this sentence.
"Did I curse you too harshly?" Malfoy was a little speechless, but he still stroked her hair gently and comforted, "I cherish my life very much, don't worry, I won't die." Pansy trembled suddenly upon hearing this, and then calmed down again.
This made Malfoy a little curious. What exactly happened in the Dementor's illusion that brought so much fear to Pansy that she would have nightmares even at this time?
"Soon, soon they will no longer be able to 'do evil'." Malfoy muttered to himself, clenching his fists at the thought of that group of disgusting monsters.
"They will get what they deserve." The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the only thing left in his gray eyes was the indifference that he only had when facing enemies, deep and calm.
"The sobering soup is here, young man." Rosmerta's voice came from behind.
"Thank you." Malfoy put on a polite smile again, turned around and reached out to take the cup, as if that expression had always been on his face. (To be continued.)
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