[HP] look at you

Olivia and Snape took Pansy out of the principal's office and into Snape's office.

Snape glanced at Olivia, who nodded slightly, and he closed the door and left.

Olivia let Pansy, who had kept her head down and remained silent, sit down on the sofa, called Quan Quan's name, asked him to bring over two cups of hot cocoa, and handed one to her.

"When it's cold, I want to drink something warm and sweet." Olivia sat next to Pansy with a cup, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Although it's easy to gain weight."

Seeing that Pansy was still holding the cup and not speaking, with a blank and stubborn expression, like a vigilant animal that unconsciously asked for help, Olivia said gently: "Can you tell me what happened? "

Pan Xi's little finger slid lightly on the cup, and said indifferently: "Whether I say it or not, will it affect the result of my punishment?"

Olivia thought for a while, "Of course, Dumbledore has a criminal record, so it's easy to handle."

Since he had saved Sirius for Remus, she could naturally save Pansy if she wanted to—provided that she was worth it.

Pansy's eyelashes trembled. She glanced at Olivia, who had a relaxed expression and a slight smile, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head, "I have nothing to say."

For Draco?Such words feel hypocritical and hypocritical just thinking about it, let alone using it as a reason to pray for forgiveness and sympathy from others.

Olivia watched Pansy pinch the cup with some whitish knuckles, and took another sip of hot cocoa without saying a word.

After being silent for a while, she suddenly said, "Actually, if I want what you said, I have plenty of solutions, such as Legilimency and Veritaserum."

Pansy's face turned pale.

"Do you think I would do that?"

Pansy stared at Olivia, pursed her lips and shook her head after a while.

"That's right, I won't." Olivia smiled.

Pansy whispered, "Because of Draco?"

"I have no confidence in his vision of people."

Pansy bit her lip.

"I'm quite arrogant, I only believe in my own eyes - I don't think a cute little girl like you would attack a classmate for no reason." Olivia fiddled with Pansy's ear slightly. Black hair, "No matter how you look at it, you are a good boy."

Pan Xi slightly opened his eyes wide, then lowered them quickly to cover up the flash of water in them.

When she held her wand to Crabbe's neck, she was ready to accept all the consequences-the jealous cold stare, the indifferent sentence, and the angry rebuke.She made sufficient presuppositions in her heart, telling herself that no matter what the situation was, she had to face it calmly.

But she didn't dare to let herself have any hope, to imagine extravagance, someone would believe her, and said to her with a smile: "You are a good boy."

Heard the word twice, both from the same population.

Pansy wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be choked—she always dragged her feet like this, the more she wanted to say, the more she couldn't speak.

Olivia didn't ask further, she probably already knew it in her heart.

She looked at Pansy's face for a moment and said, "You don't look like your father at all."

Pan Xi froze and asked in a hoarse voice, "You...know him?"

"Of course, he and I hated each other on the first day of school." Olivia said bluntly, regardless of his daughter, "He's just a psychopath with a bad brain."

Pansy: "..." Her expression and mood were complicated.

"Narrow-minded, vengeful, good at fooling others to do bad things, the biggest skill is low-level provocation and incompetent rage."

Pan Xi: "..." That's enough, can't you leave her with some beautiful fantasies?

"Once, he threatened me with Lucius, Draco's father, and I beat him to the ground. Later, he threatened Severus with me, and he beat me to the ground again. Meal." Looking back now, Olivia still wonders how there could be such a weird person.

Pansy: "..." He covered his face and sighed.

"The last time, he followed Voldemort to kill me and was killed by Severus."

"..." Pansy moved her fingers.

Olivia said calmly: "We all take it for granted and have no sympathy or regret."

Pansy was speechless.

There is no doubt that when a villain is killed, everyone should congratulate him.

Except his daughter.

She still remembered Mr. Malfoy's subtle expression when he learned her name in the orphanage, as if he had picked up a shadow left by someone in her. Behind the well-bred and gracious smile was a slight dislike that he didn't bother to cover up.

Not even disgust, just displeasure.

At that time, she knew that a person may be born with original sin.

She is not expected, not loved, and even has to bear love and hate that does not belong to her, just because her flesh and bones come from others.

"No one can stop a daughter from avenging her father." Olivia seemed to read her mind, "Just like me, the reason I hate Voldemort is that he caused the death of my parents."

Pansy was taken aback.

She added: "Of course, no one can ask a daughter to avenge her father, because everyone has their own life-children are not appendages of their parents."

Olivia looked at Pansy, and couldn't help but think of Draco's dream. There was no Olivia in his dream—what about the original Olivia Orpington?After the death of her parents and family, what happened to her?Or had she never asked to go to that Quidditch match at all, so they lived happily ever after as a family?

She sighed slightly in her heart, put aside those messy thoughts, reached out and stroked Pan Xi's hair, "Choose what you want to do, no matter what it is, as long as you don't regret it yourself, no one has the right to criticize you."

Pansy felt the soft touch on her head, and after a long time, she took a sip of the cool cocoa in her hand.

Very sweet and very warm.

Elsewhere, Snape Apparated to Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was very surprised, "What happened?" Snape was not the type to visit someone's house when he had nothing to do - even if the other party was his wife's cousin.

"Where's Draco?" Snape never made useless pleasantries.

Lucius, who was used to his style, raised his eyebrows and called out the house-elf, "Dobby, call Draco down."

But after a while, Draco trotted out and looked at Snape puzzled, "Mr. Snape?" He really couldn't guess that there was something that required Snape to come to him in person.

Snape looked at him and said calmly, "Olivia let me tell you that Vincent Crabbe was seriously injured by Pansy Parkinson at school."

Draco's eyes widened in shock, "Pansy? How's she doing? Hurt?"

"No, it's intact."

Draco immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous again, "Why? It's impossible for Pansy to take the initiative to attack others. No matter how much she hates someone, she just smiles and scolds in her heart." She didn't know why she always I want to appear gentle and kind, except for him, that is, I want to shake my face without giving a reason.

"Will she be punished? Points deducted? Confinement? Shouldn't she be expelled from school?" The more he said, the more anxious he stepped forward, "Is she locked up now? I'm going to see her."

"Draco!" Narcissa walked out with a frown, "This is not your business."

After speaking, he turned to Snape, and said in a tone of "friendly and friendly on the surface, but indifferent and dissatisfied, and he doesn't mind that others will be upset but you can't be angry in order to maintain etiquette": "Severus, Della Coe is a boy, and there is no need to come and tell him such things with such caution."

However, Snape ignored the tacit understanding that should exist between her tacitly educated families, and satirized unceremoniously: "You can tie your son's legs, but you have no right to direct my actions unless you Get your husband to list me as a prohibited person—it'll save me unnecessary contacts, Mrs Malfoy."

Narcissa gritted her teeth angrily, but still had to maintain a decent smile, "I'm being rude." She thought to herself: For the sake of his titles and his wife, don't bother with this kind of person...

Then he turned to Lucius with a soft voice, "Lucius, what do you think?"

Feeling his wife's suppressed anger, Lucius looked at Snape, who had provoked trouble but acted as if it had nothing to do with him, and then at Draco who was eagerly looking forward to it, and said, "Draco, listen to me. Mom, don't disturb our beautiful Christmas, we will talk about it when school starts."

Draco yelled in disbelief: "Dad! Can you respect my thoughts?"

Why were Olivia and Snape able to treat him as an individual, but his parents couldn't?

Lucius frowned, his voice implied coercion: "Draco, what made you dare to talk to me like that? If it's because of that Pansy Parkinson, I think that's why I won't let you get involved .”

Draco instinctively became afraid, but a headache came over him faintly, and he had a burst of courage and hostility out of nowhere, and he looked straight at Lucius without flinching, "'Dare'? A son needs to speak to his father with 'Dare'? Could it be that this is the means inherited from Voldemort? Should I honor your master?"

The corners of Lucius' eyes twitched slightly, he held his cane tightly, and raised his hand to wave it, but he finally stopped amidst Narcissa's exclamation.

The wind of the swung stick brushed the tip of his nose, and Draco took two steps back with a pale face.

Narcissa clutched her chest in disbelief, looking out of breath, and said angrily, "Draco...how did you become like this? Apologize to your father!"

Draco was silent for a moment, endured a headache and whispered: "I don't know what I should look like... Sorry to disappoint you."

He might have really let them down - whichever he was.

"However, I have my choice, I want to do what I think I should do..." He murmured, his voice became more and more inaudible.

Snape, who was watching indifferently, sensed something was wrong first, and took two steps forward to grab his arm.

Draco fell limply on top of Snape, looking at him with blank eyes, "Professor? Great, you're not dead..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person had passed out.

Narcissa screamed, "Draco!"

The author has something to say:

In the next chapter, I will abuse Brother Yan, but I know that none of you will care.

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottle of Julis;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!