The relationship between Ron and Hermione froze again one day, and Ron followed the words of the Slytherin twins: "Crookshanks was just following its instinctive actions. You can't blame it." But Ron still couldn't bear the sight of such a big cat dangling in front of his splotchy, and he acted as a predator. Considering that Ron is currently sick, Hermione chose to deal with it coldly without arguing with him. To deal with the relationship between them, she spent most of her time in the library again. During this time, she was very busy. Due to the time converter, she needed more time to complete the assignments given to her by the teachers.
Now, the three of them would be embarrassed as soon as they were together, but they often bumped into each other unconsciously. Harry wanted to act as a buffer between the two, but neither of them appreciated it.
The first Hogsmeade week arrived, and none of the three of them made it.
Harry wanted to go, but he was not qualified. Ron was limited by his own physical factors and was also punished for his mistakes. Even if Mrs. Molly signed him early, they all received a letter saying that their permission had been revoked, such as Percy confiscating his signature, which was seen as punishment for him.
As for Hermione, the reason she gave herself was that she was too busy during this time and had to take into account the consequences of using the time converter and catch up on some coursework. But maybe, deep down, she knew that she didn't want to go to a place with someone's memories. It was meaningless to her, the freshness was gone, and she didn't need to go again.
Compared to the trio, who have been a bit uncomfortable recently, Draco's life has been much more moisturized and he has made many arrangements, giving him enough time and mood to do some boring things.
For example, go shopping with a girl.
"Draco, how about you try this multi-flavored bean? I think it's pretty good."
"Uh, it tastes really good," Draco said.
"Where is this licorice wand?" Pansy ran to another shelf and asked.
Without waiting for Draco to answer, Pansy said excitedly, waving her arm.
"Look at it, this bubble gum looks so beautiful. I want to turn my bedroom into the color of bluebells. How about you?"
This is in the Honeyduke's candy store.
Pansy tried almost all kinds of snacks in the store. Compared to men, women seem to have an innate enthusiasm for desserts. If it weren't for the fact that Draco had brought more pockets with the Traceless Extension Charm, he felt that he would probably not be able to leave the store today and would be drowned in piles of merchandise.
After purchasing, they went to the Three Broomsticks bar.
All kinds of wizards gathered here, talking and discussing the secrets of the magic world, some of which seemed true and some false. Alcohol is the best way to encourage fun, and several wizards even argued over the truth of what they said, their faces red with anger as they almost rolled up their sleeves and raised their wands for a battle.
The other relatively clean wine tables were also full of people. There were tall and thin wizards who wrapped themselves in robes and did not show their faces. They only exposed their small mouths when drinking. Take a bite.There are old witches with pointed top hats and pleated faces on their faces. They even let the black cat in their arms climb onto the table to have a drink together. More ordinary witches are also here to spend their free time. Of course, Most of them are the students who come to try their best. The freshness and excitement make them a little excited, and they want to restrain themselves and show others an illusion of "I actually come often". They don't know the student robe that symbolizes their identity. The fact that they are still "noobs" has been exposed.
"Butterbeer is not wine, right? Can I just try a sip? Just one sip?" Pansy asked the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks bar, staring at a glass of bubbling beer with a mixture of curiosity and flirtation.
The proprietress chuckled at Pansy's cute demeanor and poured her a cup of butterbeer. "Are your friends coming? Be careful not to get too drunk."
"Would he dare?" Pansy glared at Draco, secretly taking a sip of the butterbeer in front of her. Her face turned red, but she didn't know if it was from the drink or from the embarrassment of being called out by her boyfriend.
"Hey, Draco, why did you become two? Did you use any new magic?" Pansy's face was stained with an intoxicating red, and she was dizzy and unaware as she stumbled and fell against the bar. If it weren't for Draco's quick reflexes and strong grip, Pansy would have fallen to the ground.
Draco couldn't bring himself to look directly at Pansy. He knew that she couldn't handle this much alcohol. He tried to pretend that he didn't notice her small movements, hoping that as long as he didn't give his approval, Pansy wouldn't be able to drink even a single sip. However, the amount of alcohol that she actually consumed was enough to put her down, which was unexpected.
"This is too much alcohol," Draco sighed, wondering what to do now.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Rosmerta quickly apologized. It seems that she had underestimated Pansy's drinking capacity. This kind of situation had never happened before in her bar. She was very familiar with the strength of the butter beers that she served, and it was hard for her to imagine anyone getting drunk from just a little bit of drinking.
Just as Draco was trying to figure out how to deal with this drunken girl, the bar owner in front of him said something surprising.
"It's actually not a big deal. Do you need a room provided by our bar? It looks like this little girl still likes you," Ms. Rosmerta said, giving him a slight smile and a ambiguous look. It was as if she was trying to "tempt" him. Draco even suspected that her next sentence would be "three years of loyalty, no loss of death penalty".
"You're still molesting students as always," Draco said sternly.
"What? Is my reputation even known to a student of your age?" Ms. Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled, her gestures filled with the style of a mature woman.
"It's not something to be ashamed of, but something to be proud of," Draco couldn't help but mutter sarcastically.
"Such a serious boy is not cute at all. He doesn't even blush," she shook her head disappointedly. "Look at her here. I'll go to the kitchen and get her something to sober up." She squeezed Pansy's rosy face and added, "Look at it, how cute it is. I'm so excited. Don't you want to reconsider?"
"Let me first check if the charge for instigation can be imprisoned in Azkaban," Draco said blankly.
"You're really boring," the woman said disappointedly, shaking her head. She stood up, twisted her waist, and walked towards the corner of the bar, but she caught the attention of other male patrons as she did so. I have to say that this woman does have a seductive charm.
"Finally left," Draco breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm. He realized that Pansy, who had fallen to the table earlier, had unconsciously put her arm on his and was now biting his wrist.
"Are you a dog?" Draco thought, feeling that today was really a memorable day for him. "This is my hand, not your favorite cream pudding," he reminded her helplessly, but he found that Pansy's teeth were only getting tighter.
"Class 1 dangerous goods - any drink with alcohol," Draco said to himself, determined to keep her away from these things in the future.
"Draco, don't die," Pansy, who was half drunk and half awake, suddenly muttered in her sleep.
"Am I really cursed this badly?" Draco was speechless, but he comforted her by stroking her hair, "I'm sorry, don't worry, I won't die." Pansy's body shuddered suddenly, and then she became quiet again.
This made Draco a little curious about what the Dementors had shown Pansy in her illusion that had caused her to have such fear that she would have nightmares at this time.
"Soon, they won't be able to "do evil" anymore," Draco muttered to himself, thinking of the disgusting monsters and clenched his fists. "They will get the ending they deserve." The smile on his face gradually faded away, and the only thing left in his gray eyes was the indifference that he had when dealing with enemies - deep and calm.
"Soup for sobering up, lad," Rosmerta's voice came from behind.
"Thank you," Draco put on another polite smile, turned around and reached out to take the cup, as if the earlier events had never happened.