The Change was still sailing slowly on the sea. The power of magic prevented it from being affected by the increasingly turbulent waves, and it was stable without any shaking.
To be honest, the wind and waves in this sea area have become stronger and stronger recently, and the sky is also covered with dark clouds. A storm on the sea seems to be coming suddenly at any time.
However, considering the bad news from Maka that Haierbo escaped and disappeared again, it is best for the Change not to use large-scale transfer magic to change the sailing sea area. Because no one knows at the moment whether that guy is secretly paying attention to the whereabouts of their crew in some corner of the world!
So, the Change... seems to have been floating here for a long time.
"boom!"
At this moment, in a certain cabin on this huge magic ship, a figure was sitting next to the porthole. He had just drank a full glass of red wine listlessly, and suddenly slapped the wooden cup on the table in front of him.
Around him, the waves crashed against the portholes, one after another.
Logically speaking, after staying on the Change for so long, it seems that I should have gotten used to this seemingly never-ending noise. However, he only felt that his mood was becoming more and more irritable.
"Draco... do you want to play another game of wizard's chess?"
Yes, the young man who seems to be quite upset right now is none other than Draco Malfoy. And the one who sat not far away from him and asked him if he wanted to play chess was, of course, the Slytherin girl who had always been unable to let go of her - Miss Pansy Parkinson.
That’s right, it’s “once”.
In fact, after experiencing the incident of being a spy among the pagans, her horizons suddenly broadened a lot.
She saw what Maka was facing, and also saw the madness everywhere in this world - compared with those things, even the "love" she had always insisted on in the past seemed to suddenly become insignificant. .
To this day, although she still has a good impression of Malfoy, it is obvious that she is no longer as enthusiastic as before.
As for the so-called "charm" that comes from men of the same age, who else can make girls like her who are eager for love more attracted to her than Maka McClain
Although, men like that are definitely not something ordinary girls can get involved with.
"Draco?"
Pansy sat quietly on the chair, looked at the gloomy Malfoy, and called softly again. The initial infatuation in her tone had gradually faded, making her seem to have become much more mature.
On the other side, Malfoy, who was called twice by Pansy, couldn't help but waved his hand and said impatiently:
"If you don't want to play... don't bother me."
When Pansy saw this, she naturally didn't care, because she had always known the other party very well.
Back then, Draco Malfoy went through periods of domineering and domineering, periods of being low-key and depressed, and even periods when his madness was revealed. Nowadays, Draco Malfoy is even more depressed, depressed, and frustrated. Even if he still has ambition, he can only hide it in the deepest part of his heart.
However, the one thing that will never change or disappear in the other person is probably his bad temper that seems to be unchangeable.
"All right!"
Pansy spread her hands, then stood up, turned and walked towards the cabin door.
"Then I won't disturb you... Just be alone!"
There were actually more than just her and Malfoy in this cabin before, but Malfoy's bad temper made everyone else disappear, and now only the two of them were left.
And now, even Pansy is leaving.
At the porthole, Malfoy seemed to realize this, and subconsciously raised his hand towards Pansy's leaving figure. But he only moved like this, and finally put down his hand, turned his head again and looked out the porthole.
Unfortunately, there was no beautiful scenery outside that could calm his mood, only the pitch-black sea and sky.
"… Damn it!"
…
"Bang."
Pansy, who had just closed the cabin door, heard a banging sound from inside - it was Malfoy's punch hitting the side wall.
Of course, if it had to be said, Pansy could actually understand the other person's restless mood. The family's predicament, one's own powerlessness, and confusion about the future are indeed very irritating.
To this day, the harm caused by Haierbo has caused all parties, including many dark wizards, to feel despair. As for the original grievances and conflicts, they have long since become insignificant.
Pansy walked as if walking in the corridor, thinking casually as she walked towards the area designated as the girls' dormitory.
She wanted to go back to her cabin to rest for a while,
However, when she thought of the Slytherin classmates in that cabin, she didn't want to go back - who would have thought that those girls with no brains could actually enjoy what Maka brought to them. How can you still speak ill of the other person behind his back while being safe
Hmm... maybe in the past, Pansy herself might have been one of them!
But now, after experiencing so many disasters and understanding more clearly what kind of person Maka McClain is, she has unknowingly become one of the few Slytherin students. Someone who totally supports Maca.
As a shrewd Slytherin, he shouldn't be an enemy of such a powerful wizard with great charisma, right
When Pansy reached the passage leading to the women's dormitory, she paused, but did not turn a corner, but continued to move forward along the passage.
After a while, she walked from the back half of the Change to the central staircase, and then after thinking for a moment, she stepped onto the stairs to the deck.
"Well?"
Suddenly, Pansy, who was walking on the creaking wooden stairs, heard a soft cry behind her. She was startled for a moment, and then she looked back while wondering who was running out like her at such a late hour.
The next moment, a huge figure immediately startled her a little.
Is it Hagrid? No, although the "width" is enough, the "height" doesn't match up at all - what comes is just a big, round fat man.
"Ah! Are you... Mr. Hohenheim?"
"Huh... Huh... Well, yes! You are... Oh, I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember your name."
This fat man is of course Noah, who was just sent over by Maka a few days ago. He seems to be breathing hard now. The face was pale and pale, without any color at all, and he looked like he was physically unwell.
"No, it's okay, hello, I'm Pansy Parkinson—what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Oh, yes! As you can see, I seem to be a little seasick."
When Pansy heard this, she was a little dumbfounded - the Revolution was driving so steadily, it was almost the same as on land, how could it make it seasick
But before she could say anything, the sound of fighting coming from the deck above suddenly made the two of them freeze on the spot.