Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The Change No. is still slowly sailing on the sea, and the power of magic makes it not affected by the raging waves, and there is no swaying.

To be honest, the recent waves of the Sea Territory are getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is also clouded. A sea storm and wind seems to come suddenly.

However, considering that Herpo from Marx has escaped the bad news of the disappearance, it is best not to use the large transfer magic to replace the Sea Territory. Because no one knows at the moment, is that guy in the corner of this World secretly watching the whereabouts of their ship people!

So, the change number… seems to have been drifting here for a long time.

“peng!”

At this moment, in a cabin on this huge magic ship, a silhouette is sitting next to the porthole. He just slouched a full glass of red wine and slammed the wooden cup on the table in front of him.

By his side, the waves hua la la patted the porthole, making a wave of percussive sound.

It stands to reason that it has been so long on the Change No. It seems that I should have been used to this kind of noise that never stops. However, he only feels that his mood is getting more and more irritated.

“Draco… Would you like another game of chess?”

Yes, this young man who seems to be looking upset at the moment is Draco Malfoy. And that is sitting in his not far away and asking him if he wants to play chess. Of course, it is the Slytherin young girl who has never been able to put in the other side – Miss Pansy Parkinson.

Yes, it is “once.”

In fact, after experiencing the lurking incident as a spy among the pagans, her vision has broadened.

She saw what Marx was facing and saw the madness of this world everywhere. Compared with those things, even the “love” that she used to insist on always seemed to be insignificant. .

Even today, although she still has a good impression on Malfoy, it is obviously no longer as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning.

To say that the so-called “charm” from the same age male, who else can make her more eager for love than the Marx McLorne?

Although, a man like that is definitely not the average female child can get involved.

“Draco?”

Pansy sat quietly in the chair, staring at the gloomy Malfoy, and snoring again. In her tone, the infatuation was gradually faded, which made her seem mature.

On the other hand, Malfoy, who was called twice by Pansy, couldn’t help but waved, and some impatiently said:

“Don’t play… don’t bother me.”

When Pansy sees it, she doesn’t care, because she always knows each other very well.

Draco Malfoy had a stage of arrogance, a period of low-key grievances, and even a period of madness. Today, Draco Malfoy is a collection of sorrows, sorrows, and frustrations. Even if there is still ambition, it can only be hidden in the deepest part of the heart.

However, it will never change or disappear in the other side. I am afraid that he may not be able to change his bad temper.

“Ok!”

Pansy spread his hand and stood up and turned to the door.

“Then I won’t bother you… you can quiet yourself!”

In the past, this room was actually more than just her and Malfoy, but Malfoy’s stinky temper made everyone else go out, only the two of them left.

And now, even Pansy has to go.

At the side of the porthole, Malfoy seemed to be aware of this and subconsciously raised his hand on the back of the moving toward Pansy. However, he just moved so much that he finally put down his hand and turned his head and put his eyes outside the porthole.

It is a pity that there is nothing beautiful outside that can calm down his mood. Some are just the dark sea and the sky that’s all.

“……hateful!”

……

“Hey.”

Pansy, who had just closed the hatch, heard a slamming sound inside – it was Malfoy’s movement on the bulge.

Of course, if you have to say it, Pansy is actually able to understand the other person’s irritated mood. The dilemma of the family, its own powerlessness, and its confusion about the future are indeed very irritating.

Today, the harm caused by Herpo has been deeply desperate in all aspects including many dark wizards. As for the original contradictions of grievances, it has long since become irrelevant.

Pansy walked in the hallway as he walked, thinking freely while walking to the area that was classified as a girl’s bedroom.

She wants to go back to her cabin to take a break.

However, when she thought of a few Slytherin students in that cabin, she didn’t want to go back. Who could have thought that the girls who lacked the roots in their minds could enjoy the safety that Marx brought to them. At the same time, can you still say bad things about each other behind the scenes?

Um… Maybe in the past, Pansy himself might be one of them!

But now, after experiencing that many disasters and more clearly recognizing what kind of person Marx McLorne is, she has unknowingly become one of the Slytherin students who fully embrace Marx. people.

As a savvy Slytherin, it should not be enemies with such a mighty wizard with great personality charm, isn’t it?

When he walked to the aisle leading to the female bed, Pansy stopped at the foot, but still did not turn, but continued along the passage.

After a while, she walked from the second half of the change to the central staircase, and after a little thought, she stepped on the ladder to the deck.

“Well?”

Suddenly, Pansy, who was walking on the crackling wooden stairs, heard lightly exclaimed behind him. She was slightly startled, and she thought about who was running out of chasing like her at night and looked back a little.

The next moment, a huge silhouette immediately shocked her little.

Is Hagrid? No, although the “width” is enough, but the “height” is completely out of place – it’s just a big fatty.

“Ah! Are you… Mr. Hornheim?”

“hu…hh… um, yeah! You are… oh, sorry, I can’t seem to remember your name.”

This fatty is of course Noah, who was just sent by Marx a few days ago. He seems to be breathing a little hard at this moment. The face was pale and pale, and there was no bloody color. A glimpse was the appearance of physical discomfort.

“No, it doesn’t matter, hello, I am Pansy Parkinson – what’s wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?”

“Oh, yes! As you can see, I seem to be a little seasick.”

When Pansy heard it, it was a bit dumbfounded on the road – the change number was so stable, it was just the same on the land, could it be seasick?

But before she could say anything, a fight from the upper deck suddenly made both of them squat in place.