Chapter 42 Pansy Parkinson

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Pansy Parkinson.

The eldest daughter of the twenty-eight pure-blood family, the Parkinson family, she also the only descendant of this generation.

Even when she was young, she now had an exquisite face that combined Chinese and Western styles, short black hair, and a pair of dark pupils that always shone with malice and disdain.

The first thing people will always think of is that she and the Slytherin flag flying above her head are particularly suitable.

Draco frowned: "Even if I want my father to take action, there must be at least a decent reason, right? Do you think I should use such a lame and embarrassing reason that I was frightened and fainted by the other party to let my father take action?" Putting pressure on Dumbledore?"

"Haha, there is no reason, can't you create a reason?"

Pansy Parkinson looked at John, who was currently chatting with Miss Know-It-All about something happy, with a smile on his face, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

How dare the eight holy descendants of the Holy See be said to be more noble than our twenty-eight pure-blooded families?

As if feeling something, John, who was putting an arm on the little witch's shoulder and gently stirring a strand of her hair with his fingers, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of his gaze.

What caught his eye was Draco's somewhat panicked and angry gaze, and...

"Who is that?" Hermione also noticed the look in Pansy Parkinson's eyes that made her extremely uncomfortable.

John smiled lightly.

Slytherin is the most popular branch of pure-blood wizards. It contains the vast majority of young wizards from the twenty-eight pure-blood families, and it is precisely these descendants of pure-blood families.

Except for a very few young wizards, who looked pretty good, the rest were not even as good as Draco's two followers, Goyle and Crabbe.

As for the exquisite girl in front of him, who was rare in Slytherin, John immediately realized the identity of the other person in his mind.

"Pansy Parkinson..."

Naturally, he noticed the hostility in the other person's eyes, but he was not interested in paying attention to why the other person looked at him like this.

Some pure-blood little wizards in Slytherin are always very close in their thoughts to their crazy parents.

John, on the other hand, had no interest in caring about neurosis.

He raised a glass of lemonade from the house elf in his hand and raised it to the other party.

Pansy was stunned for a moment, but then she showed the graceful gesture that a "wizard noble" should have, and slowly raised the water glass in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

The discomfort in the little witch's heart became more and more obvious. However, when John saw Pansy opposite him raising a glass to drink water, a bad smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the water glass in front of Miss Know-It-All was forced into her hand.

then.

"Oh my God! John Constantine! What on earth did I see?!"

George Weasley, who was distracted and dealing with the Charms homework in front of him, raised his head unconsciously, but his eyes widened instantly.

He saw the young couple, John and Hermione, who were already well known throughout Hogwarts.

They actually held their cups, arms intertwined.

He acted as if there was no one around him, like an adult wizard, pretending to be drinking with him.

An exclamation made her head go blank. Hermione, who was stiff and didn't know why she had to cooperate with such actions, woke up instantly.

She quickly retracted her arm.

When she blushed and buried her head deeply in a magic book in front of her, she couldn't help but lick the water stains on the corner of her lips with her little tongue.

It was obviously just ordinary water, but it had a sweetness as if honey had been added to it.

Even though he was discovered by the people around him and started to boo him like crazy, John didn't look embarrassed at all. He put his arm back on the little witch's shoulder in a place that belonged to his palm.

Another toast to Pansy at the Slytherin table.

"No, I won't do this with you!"

Draco noticed Pansy's pretty and gloomy face, the look in his eyes, and he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

The latter's already ugly face turned even colder after noticing John's provocative eyes.

"Hmph! Draco Malfoy, sometimes you really need to take a good look in the mirror!"

"Bang!"

Seeing Pansy throwing the cup and leaving immediately, Draco couldn't help but look at John again in the direction of Gryffindor, and his eyes began to flicker.

He was already thinking about Pansy Parkinson's words just now.

That night.

In the [Demon Sealing Treasure Box].

Harry and Ronald are both doing very well these days.

What's good here is not only that they perform well in the classrooms of various professors, but also that they have become diligent tools behind John like Draco's Goyle and Crabbe.

"Oh~ John, I feel like I'm going to suffocate! This guy stinks so much..."

Ronald said this, but he was still holding a net with a long pole, facing the monster with human limbs imprisoned by chains and a head like a cauliflower in front of him.

On the dense "grass" above the opponent's head, it keeps shaking.

Amidst the bursts of buzzing sounds that made people feel extremely uncomfortable, a group of strange little bugs entered the net one after another under the golden light of the holy fire.

Not far away from him, Harry gritted his teeth and used pliers to cut off the mouthparts of the [C-level Tomb Evil Spirit] in front of him.

But at this moment, John stood with his arms crossed in front of the sealed cage that held the [Class B Hell Cannibal Book].

Frowning in thought.

As an inspiring exorcist who supports justice in the world, John feels that there should be no conflict with working part-time as a ruthless demon slave owner on this path of justice.

It is precisely because of this that all the evil spirits he captures and imprisons alive.

They all have to pay enough "rent" in their prison.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a shameless guy, God must be blind to lend you his power."

In his mind, [S-Class Rat Demon] Peter's irritable German voice sounded.

John curled his lips.

"Peter, my friend, I think you are the least qualified to say such a thing, right? You enjoy the Supreme Presidential Suite and can experience this wizard world with me, but so far you haven't even paid any rent. "

Peter snorted disdainfully, but looked at John and was about to take out the holy water from his arms to add some strength to the [Grade B: Hell Cannibal Book] in front of him.

After all, he couldn't stand it.

"That's enough. Instead of just asking the disobedient devil to drink holy water, why don't you try throwing some books to this guy?"

"I think this guy can surprise you."

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