Hogwarts is on vacation, and now it is an eventful season. The semester even ended early. After all, the exams have been completed, and the students have all boarded the express train and returned home, enjoying a rare vacation.
Pansy often visits Malfoy's parents at Malfoy Manor during the holidays to comfort them, and the relationship between the two families is relatively close. Pansy's father did not alienate them because of such things, and often came to visit ,comfort.
She spent most of this holiday in her room, tinkering with something.
"It turns out that this is a boy's body. This feeling is really strange. In addition, it feels good that my feet are healed. I can walk normally again, but now I am really worried about Draco's game tomorrow. He must be very dangerous. .”
"Now that I think about it, I feel a little shy. Draco wouldn't go to see me secretly... I would have lost weight if I knew this earlier. No, my leg injury hasn't healed yet, and I can't exercise, so I should eat less something."
"I knew he would definitely win, but he didn't look too happy. Did something happen in the lake? I don't want to, I'm so sleepy, sleep."
"Tomorrow is the third event of the Goblet of Fire. I don't know if Draco can win the championship, but safety is the most important thing. It's good that he returns safely."
"I'm so stupid, I should have noticed his abnormality, why didn't I? Draco must have known what was going to happen, otherwise he wouldn't eat so much at the banquet, he usually doesn't like those things so much Food, but since he knew it, why didn't he run away earlier? Of course, he also ran away that day."
This is her diary, which records some things that happened in the past few days, and some girls' little thoughts.
The girl pulled out another piece of parchment from the drawer, and began to write on it, perhaps as a letter.
"You sure don't know which corner you're hiding in to live happily, right?"
"Leave me here alone to worry about you. When you ran away, you still didn't forget to abduct a big beauty, right? You were looking for me at the time, I would definitely cooperate with you better than her, or do you think She is more beautiful?" The words in the letter seemed a little angry at this time.
"You'll write to me when you're free, won't you?"
"You're safe now, aren't you?"
"You will come back alive, right?" It was just that the tone of the girl's letter became more and more worried as she got further to the back.
This was a letter that could not be delivered to the recipient. Malfoy still disappeared, as if he had disappeared from the world, and there was no news about it.
Pan Xi felt that her eye sockets were a little red, rubbed the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and then suddenly turned her head to look out of the window. The faint golden light came in from outside and was reflected on the mirror, making her eyes a little stinging.
A few smooth and smooth feathers rustled down outside the window, and the sound of owls thumping against the glass came from outside. Panxi stood up from a wooden chair in a panic, walked to the window, and opened the window. It, put the owl in.
Her leg injury due to black magic is much better now. As long as she is not running sharply, she can walk normally. As she grows older, her own magic power is also increasing. Getting smaller and smaller.
The owl stretched out its leg tied with the letter meekly.
Pansy untied the letter from the owl's feet with some anticipation, although she also knew that what she was expecting was just a luxury.
"Dear Ms. Pansy Parkinson, based on your usual performance, the final grades of previous semesters, the recommendation of the dean of this house, and the influence in Slytherin House, etc., I will grant you the position of prefect in the fifth grade. , I hope you can fulfill your responsibilities in the next year or even longer in your study and life, assist the chairman of the student union, and do a good job in student management—Sincerely, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."
A look of disappointment flashed across her face. Even being a prefect didn't make her very happy. If it was the past, she would definitely show off to her closest people proudly.
"I'm a prefect, won't you be surprised?" Pansy slowly sat back on her seat, leaned over, and continued to write on the roll of parchment, whether it was a letter or a diary. up.
"If you're still in school and nothing happens, maybe both of us are prefects. You can definitely be, it just depends on whether you want to. I know you hate these troublesome things the most." The girl She wrote longingly that she still fantasized about the two of them wearing the badges of prefects, standing in front of the auditorium, and lecturing to the newly enrolled first-year students with serious faces.
It must have been fun to watch the shivering freshmen.
Come to think of it, it's actually quite majestic.
"If you are really caught and imprisoned in Azkaban, I will wait for you. I have checked that underage wizards will not be imprisoned for too long. Many people in Azkaban have prison terms. , and now that prison is also destroyed, they will definitely deal with you lightly in the end, Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa are also very worried about you."
"Uncle Lucius was temporarily suspended by the Ministry of Magic because of you to cooperate with the investigation, but he was reinstated soon. If you find out, don't worry too much."
Pansy glanced at the newspaper on the table, it was the latest issue of "Daily Prophet", on the front page was an ugly woman sitting at a desk, leaning over, working hard.
All the pink cat decorations in the office have been temporarily removed.
The typeface above clearly reads:
"It is reported that Ms. Umbridge worked hard during her work as the acting minister, and she was effective in reforming and improving the wizarding society. She gained the upper hand in the competition from her powerful opponent, Rufus Scrimgeour, and finally won the election. I hope she will become the A guiding light for the wizarding world that may be precarious in the future." The Daily Prophet wrote, not sparing his pen and ink to praise the new minister.
It's just not as good as Rita Skeeter's flamboyant and flattering writing style.
"The writing of these things is really funny, and she is quite ugly, but she did help Uncle Lucius a lot." Pansy looked at the woman in the newspaper with disgust, and then continued to write.
Voldemort now has very few people who can use him. Of course, Lucius must be allowed to return to his post in the Ministry of Magic.
"It's time to go shopping in Diagon Alley. I have to buy a black and green badge first." Pansy muttered, and then put her things into the cabinet.