HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

"Mother, my friend and I are going to Diagon Alley and will be back after dinner." Pansy said as she stood at the door of the piano room and knocked.

Mrs. Parkinson stopped fiddling with the vase, a barely perceptible gloom flashed across her eyes, and then she put on a faint smile and said, "Go ahead, I understand."

Pansy nodded with an unconcealable smile on her face and said, "See you tonight, Mother." Then she walked downstairs gracefully.

Listening to Pansy's gradually fading steps, Mrs. Parkinson put down the flowers in her hand, pinched her brows and sighed: "It seems that I have to go again."

She returned to her room and changed out of her original flamboyant dark green dress into a beige satin dress. She also replaced the eye-catching gemstone earrings with soft pearl earrings.

After wiping off the upturned eyeliner and bright lipstick and closing the powder box, the flamboyant lady in the mirror had turned into a gentle mother.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Mrs. Parkinson nodded with satisfaction, picked up a bag, stood up and walked towards the study on the third floor.

"What's wrong?" asked the head of the Parkinson family while looking at the documents from the Ministry of Magic.

"Pansy should have gone to Diagon Alley to look for that Poussey just now. Your threats and attacks last time had no effect on him. He is actually very sincere."

"What?! They haven't separated yet?! How can Pusey be worthy of my daughter?! Since he doesn't appreciate it, I will do what I say. Isn't his father an investigator in the Ministry of Magic? I don't mind giving him a little more workload."

"There's no need to go to all this trouble. It would make us look like bad people. They are at an age when they are prone to acting on impulse. Such an approach might backfire. Wouldn't it be unkind of Parkinson to go to such lengths for a Pusey? I'll do it for them."

"What are you going to do?"

"Teens are the most innocent. A mother who is worried about her daughter's future, coupled with his pure love for Pansy, is the best weapon to dissuade him from doing so. Besides, I don't believe that he can maintain this persistence when facing reality."

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After all, it was summer vacation, and Diagon Alley became unusually busy.

Adrian was in the fountain square behind Florin's Ice Cream Shop, holding the everlasting flowers he had made on a snowy night at Malfoy Manor during the Christmas holidays.

At that time, because of what the head of the Parkinson family said, he almost backed down. After struggling for a long time, he was still unwilling to let go.

That's why he made up his mind to prepare well for the wizarding exam next semester, and for this he even gave up the Quidditch sport that he had always loved.

Adrian looked at the gorgeous roses and thought to himself, "If being an Auror doesn't work out, then I'll take the exam for the Ministry of Magic's Legal Department. If I have the ability to become the head of the department, then Parkinson and Poussey are not impossible.

"Click, click, click..." The sound of high heels stepping on the ground is crisp and peaceful.

"You are Mr. Puse, right?" A woman's gentle voice sounded.

Derian turned his head and saw a lady with a smile on her face not far behind him, looking at him with a smile.

Derian's hands holding the rose tightened involuntarily, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

What the woman said confirmed his thoughts.

"Hello, I'm Pansy's mother. Don't be nervous. The scented tea in this shop is good. Maybe we can go upstairs and talk." Mrs. Parkinson pointed to a teahouse not far away and said.

Adrian knew that his relationship with Pansy would have to face these things sooner or later, so he nodded politely to her and followed her to the second floor of the teahouse.

Mrs. Parkinson chose a seat on the edge of the square with a view downstairs, picked up the menu and ordered two expensive teas.

Compared with the head of the Parkinson family, her attitude was completely different. The seriousness and indifference of the head of the Parkinson family made Derian breathless several times.

Looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. Although Mrs. Parkinson's gentle and virtuous appearance made people feel relaxed, he also understood that this did not mean that she did not object to him and Pansy being together.

"Don't be fooled by surface phenomena. This world is full of complex interpersonal relationships and power struggles. Everyone has their own goals and motivations..." My mother's words echoed in my mind.

Adrian took a deep breath and said to the person in front of him, "Ma'am, I understand your concerns. Pansy is indeed not worthy of Parkinson, but I am willing to work hard! If there are not enough Aurors, I will take the exam for the Legal Department of the Ministry of Magic. I have already started preparing for the wizard exam for next school year since this holiday. I have also written a letter of withdrawal from the Quidditch team. I will consider Pansy's future carefully! Please give me a chance. I know that I love her. Sincerely..."

Mrs. Parkinson had a faint smile on her face, and her eyes looked at Adrian with appreciation and tenderness.

I sighed in my heart, his family situation was obviously much better than Pusey's. If he had the courage of Pusey, perhaps I would not become Mrs. Parkinson.

Because of Derian's promise, she had a better impression of the boy in front of her. She smiled and said, "Young love is indeed pure, and campus love is romantic and attractive enough. I have seen your love and seriousness, and I also believe that you have the ability to change."

Adrian's frown slowly relaxed as he listened to her words of approval, and Mrs. Parkinson gave him an appreciative smile and continued.

"I've learned about your performance and grades in school. Judging from your performance, you are a flamboyant and unrestrained boy. Judging from your grades, you are also good in all subjects. As a classmate on campus, you are indeed a boy that girls will fall in love with..."

The waiter came over with exquisite refreshments and placed them gently on the table.

Mrs. Parkinson watched the waiter leave, then picked up a cup of scented tea and sniffed its fragrance, her lips curled up slightly as she said, "This scented tea is always so delicious."

She took a sip and said, "I guess it may have something to do with the fact that they are all roses from the Isle of Chester, where the roses are the purest.

If they just randomly change one, even if they use the best tea, the result will still be unsatisfactory. "

She put down the teacup and gently stroked the rim of the cup with her fingers, as if savoring the delicious taste just now.

Derian understood that she still minded that she was not a pure-blooded saint, but this was a fact that could not be changed. The only thing he could change was to put himself in a higher position of power, but she was not satisfied.

Mrs. Parkinson looked at his gradually deepening gaze and knew in her heart that he had understood what she meant.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "His intelligence, ability to judge the situation, outstanding appearance and talent, he is indeed excellent, some of the pure-blooded saints may not be able to compare with him.

But pure-blooded saints are different from ordinary pure-bloods. There is an insurmountable gap between them. Even if he has the possibility of becoming the director of the Legal Department in the future, Parkinson does not have enough patience to wait that long.

In comparison, Pusey's current power, status and wealth are far less than Parkinson's. There are some things that you are destined to have no chance of competing for when you are born."

Derian was silent for a while, then raised his head again and asked, "As long as that person is a suitable pure-blood, you can tie Pansy down for life. Are her thoughts and likes not important at all in your eyes..."

Mrs. Parkinson's eyes flashed with emotion, and then turned gentle: "How can it not be important? If she doesn't like the candidates here, there are two powerful pure-blood families in Northern Ireland. The Almiram and De Diamond families also have two young masters of the right age. If the UK is not available, we can also find German and French candidates for her.

Being in the pure-blood holy family means there are many things that are beyond one's control. As her mother, I will of course consider the best candidate for her. Pansy is the only child of the Parkinson family. If she does not want her manor and property to be awarded to her so-called nephew in the future, she must marry a powerful pure-blood.

Apart from the surname Parkinson, she must have a surname that can protect her for the rest of her life. Life cannot go on just by relying on love.

Possessing noble rights and status are her innate things, and Pusey cannot give her these honors. If she loses her original status and respect among the pure-blood saints because of this, do you think she will be happy in the future?

Since she was born, I have regarded her as my most precious and only one. From childhood to adulthood, she has always been proud and bright among the pure-blood children. I don’t want to see her unable to hold her head up in front of her former friends..."

Faced with Mrs. Parkinson's realistic questions, he could no longer utter a word in rebuttal.

After a long while, Derian wiped away his tears, looked at her and asked, "What should I do?"

Mrs. Parkinson looked at the window with tears in her eyes, then she looked him in the eye again and said, "I didn't force you to leave her immediately. I know she likes you very much. In order to see you, she even lied to me and her father. I am very sad that she lied to me.

But after meeting you, I am also happy that she has received your sincerity.

I believe you love her enough, but love is not to imprison her, but to set her free. If you are willing to consider Pansy, please let her go and let her go back to her own way. "

Derian lowered his eyes to look at the rose bouquet beside him. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "I understand, Madam. I will let her leave..."

Mrs. Parkinson's eyes sparkled with joy and a touch of emotion, and she stood up and said, "Dear Adrian, his father and I are very grateful for your love and dedication to her.

She's looking for you downstairs, I'll go home after I pay, bye."

After saying this, Mrs. Parkinson went downstairs.

"Where is Adrian? Didn't we agree to meet me at the fountain square behind Florin's ice cream shop?" Pansy turned around a few times in confusion but didn't see him.

She frowned and looked around, but as the sun grew hotter, she had to give up her search and found a shady table and chair to sit down.

Pansy complained angrily, "That's too much! He's so late and left me waiting here alone!"

Derian watched Pansy walking around the square looking for him from upstairs, until she angrily found a seat and sat down. He didn't know whether he should go downstairs.

After waiting for another half an hour, Pansy was obviously very angry. Derian put his hand on the glass window, closed one eye, looked at Pansy's figure, touched it gently and said, "You should be very angry now, right? If I go downstairs and break up with you now, you will hate me forever, right? Then should I let you go free..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked downstairs with the bouquet of roses. After coming out from the back door, he handed the bouquet to a girl who was buying flowers on the street and said, "Little sister, can you help me hold this bouquet of flowers? I'll give you three gold galleons when I come to pick it up later, okay?"

The little girl happily took the bouquet of roses and said, "Okay! Big brother, I'll wait for you here!"

Derian nodded with a smile on his face, then turned and walked towards the square.

When he walked in front of Pansy, Pansy's face had turned gloomy. She glanced at him and turned her head away as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Derian stood there with a sharp pain in his heart.

He tried hard to control his emotions, but tears were still welling up in his eyes. He had to turn his face slightly and blinked to force back the tears that were about to flow.

After returning to his usual playful expression, Derian sat down opposite Pansy. Perhaps he would never be able to get close to the person in front of him again for a while.

Pansy waited for a long time but didn't hear him speak. Then she turned around and looked at him and asked, "Drian, you're going too far! Not only are you late for such a long time, but you didn't even apologize when we met!..."

Derian listened to her questioning quietly. Pansy complained for a long time, but when she saw that he didn't react at all, she asked him what was wrong.

He said, "Let's break up."

Pansy was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief, "Why?"

Derian turned his head away indifferently: "We are not suitable."

Pansy leaned back in her chair as if exhausted, tears welling up in her eyes as she said, "We can think of a solution. If there is any problem, can't we just solve it together? Why did you break up suddenly? Didn't you say you would always love me? Are you lying to me..."

Derian stood up indifferently and said, "I don't have the courage to gamble."

That's your future, how dare I...

As he said that, he raised his foot to leave. Pansy grabbed his hand and didn't let it go. Tears couldn't stop falling. Still unwilling to give up, she asked: "How could it be that you didn't have the courage to face the future with me? You can fight three bastards for me, how can you not have the courage to face the future with me?"

Pansy's words made him freeze in place, but remembering Mrs. Parkinson's words, he pulled his arm away.

"No." After saying that, he left without looking back.

"You coward! I hate you!" Pansy's angry questioning and sad crying continued to come from behind.

Derian felt every step away from here sting like walking on razor blades.

When he returned to the back door of the teahouse, he took out three gold galleons and handed them to the little girl, then picked up the bouquet and left.

After turning into a small alley, he touched the bouquet of roses in his arms and asked, "...After today, I shouldn't even hear your scolding anymore, right?"

Unfortunately, in the quiet alley, the only response he got was the sound of his tears hitting the ground.

It was too hot at noon to wear a coat, but he felt a sharp pain in his heart.