Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In fact, when he saw Malfoy just now, his heart was very happy, because he felt that today's things seemed to be solved.

This is the son of his old friend and partner. There is a relationship with Lucius. He thinks that this matter can definitely be improved today, and the younger generation will always give some face to the elders.But what I didn't expect was that this little guy was a little fox more cunning than his father, and he just bit a big piece of meat from him.

"Your father would be proud of having a son like you." Even if he was beaten up, Fudge could only force a smile. As for the erasure of violation records, it would be too pediatric.

Malfoy had already learned the lesson last time and finally eliminated the traces from his body through various methods, but there is no official recognition, but today he happened to have this opportunity, and he also asked Fudge to take the last time off campus. The casting record is eliminated.

"Thanks to you." Malfoy in the office smiled, and then consoled him in turn. You just lost some visible "benefits", but I can guarantee that you will get more by cooperating with our family. "reward"

Fudge could only laugh a few times, unable to take the conversation.Previously, he and Lucius had long had the money to deal with. It was nothing more than the money he got. Lucius used some Ministry of Magic propaganda to gain status and some fame, but his son actually extended his hand to business, for example. Regarding the tax-exempt quotas for certain special industries, he didn't know how the teenager, who was just over ten years old, learned about such secrets. He promised that he had never told Lucius about these things.

Of course it was him. Malfoy only swindled him based on his own guess. He didn't expect to get such a great benefit.

When Fudge walked out the door, he found his legs trembling a little. He didn't know if he had been sitting for a long time or his legs were weakened by blackmail, but he still kept his standard politician smile.

"It's getting late." Fudge walked out of the office together with Malfoy, and walked through the gate made of rocks. Fudge returned to the crowd and said: "I have just made urgent contact with the branch president of Gringotts. Today’s Gringotts should be temporarily closed. Our Ministry of Magic will restore order here as soon as possible. We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you.”

They couldn't really bargain in the public, or Fudge found an excuse for Malfoy to assist him in contacting the short and chubby goblin, and then negotiated the terms in an honest and private relationship.

The real negotiation time is only a few minutes, and most of the bargaining stays on the two of them.

The people in the hall had no opinion at the moment, and could only admit that they were unlucky. Today, there was such a thing, and most of the people doing business were not in a hurry at this time except for the tens of thousands of urgent matters.

You know, compared to ordinary people, wizards believe in so-called "signs" and "luck" more.

"Very well, I got off work early." Malfoy thought to himself. He wasn't very idle today. Of course he would be happy to go home and rest early.

But suddenly a female voice rang in his ears.

"How are you grateful to me?" The girl's voice is still beautiful, but it always feels vaguely playful and coquettish, unlike the arrogance of the first meeting.

"Go ahead, what do you want to thank?" Malfoy still has a good impression of this girl. No one would mind spending time with a beautiful woman. Besides, this girl is not an empty vase, she just faced a crisis. Enough to make Malfoy look at her differently.

"Then invite me to dinner." The girl unexpectedly took the initiative and sent him an invitation.

Upon seeing this, a man in a checkered shirt in the crowd suddenly blew a sharp whistle toward them.

The face of the girl who was still generous just now turned red.

A wise girl, a hero saves the beauty?

The masses of any country will not lack the yearning for this kind of story. Since such a possible story is rare today, how can they not bless me.

Malfoy, who was being watched by everyone, suddenly felt an invisible pressure, and found that it was difficult to get up on a tiger. Both agreeing and disapproving seemed a bit inappropriate.

He is not the dull man in those girly comics. Whoever has a good impression of him can still feel it. Besides, if a girl pulls her face down and invites you to dinner, she is not a gentleman if she refuses.

"Okay." He still chose to agree, but vaguely felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"It’s not time to eat yet. You didn’t touch the snacks just now. Now I think we can eat something, such as desserts and cold drinks? The Florin cold drink shop in Diagon Alley is still very good. I'm fairly familiar with the owner," Malfoy, the host, offered his own suggestions.

"I have no objection." The girl readily responded, expressing her expectation.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you eat, but who you eat with.

The passionate French girl now began to believe the love at first sight she had sneered at.

She felt that she had found the so-called answer-to help her successfully use the method of outgoing guarding.

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