Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In front of them was a well-decorated tavern. The wall outside the house was covered with creepers. The green leaves climbed and extended in the direction of the sun. The door was an old but clean oak door, on both sides of the tavern. Several transparent glass windows were opened, and a few small square tables could be vaguely seen inside, with a few drinkers sitting at the table.

The tavern has no name, maybe the owner of the tavern thinks this is unnecessary.

Pushing open the wooden door, the light outside the house is immediately absorbed by the drowsy masonry inside. The entire wall is made of black marble, and there are several quite retro old torches hanging on it. There is a flavor of time in it, and flames are emitted. With dim light, it looks full of style.

These are not the most amazing, the most amazing is the owner of this bar.

He is a centaur, and at the moment he is pulling the limbs of his lower body to shuttle in the tavern, his sturdy arms are holding the plate, seemingly easy to do, it seems that he is also serving as a bartender..

He moved quickly, walking quickly between the curved oak bar and the wine table.

"Two bottles of rum!" a drinker called out loudly, and the centaur quickly rushed over.

"It seems that France is really quite open in this respect." Malfoy sat in a back chair and looked at the centaur tavern owner carefully.

The hybrid of giants and ordinary people, Madame Maxim, can serve as the principal of a magic school in France, which is enough to see that they don't value these.

"Of course!" Furong raised her head and said proudly, "All wise creatures are worthy of our respect, and there is no distinction between high and low."

"Maybe." Malfoy shook his head, not echoing Fleur's words.

"What do you two need?" At this moment, the centaur shopkeeper had come to the wooden table in front of them and asked. The wooden table is now covered with a beige ramie tablecloth, but there is no place on it. Drinks.

"Two glasses of ordinary wine are fine." Malfoy nodded.

French wine is very famous. As for luxury wine, the wizarding society and Muggle society will certainly not be the same brand, and he is not keen on these.

Luxury goods are items that are used to highlight social status without specific use value. More often, they are used as a symbol to indicate their own class.

"Okay, sir." The centaur shopkeeper nodded.

A woman walked through the door and walked in. The torch shone dim light on her hair, exuding a sense of surprise and mystery. It was a bright violet color that immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Some men even whistled.

Even if the face is not too gorgeous, just ordinary, this hair is enough to attract the attention of many people.

"Is it really not going away?" Malfoy's brows frowned, and he quickly smoothed it out, because he didn't see Lupin's figure, and it seemed that the appearance of the Auror lady was not in the state of performing the task.

I saw her eyes sloppy, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, just like a sad woman who had fallen in love and came to buy a drunk.

Malfoy was more willing to believe that it was a coincidence.

This is indeed a coincidence.

Lu Ping gave up the decision to track after being tricked at the time. After all, it was only his own unfounded suspicion for a while. It was not too weird to be found out and tricked by the other party.

And he is confident in his ability to get rid of tracking.

"Is she beautiful? I don't think so." Fleur looked at Malfoy with a bit of irritation and looked at Tonks.

"This is the Auror's partner just now. I think she just avoids being suspected." Malfoy explained.

"Then what shall we do?" Furong knew the reason, and asked in a low voice, not going to see Tonks again.

"Just pretend that nothing happened. This should be a coincidence." Malfoy said softly, then raised the wine glass that had been delivered in front of him and took a sip.

Too much alcohol will affect people's judgment, but moderate amounts are not harmful.

"Miss, may I have the honor to buy you a glass of wine?"

A man quietly walked to Tonks's side, and said frivolously, a hand frivolously on her shoulder

"Fuck," Tonks said coldly. At this time, her hair turned black quickly and rarely, and the small square wine table began to tremble. The wine glass on the table suddenly jumped, splashing the liquid inside, spilling this The face of the accosting man.

The man pulled out his wand angrily, and Tonks was faster than him.

"Except for your weapons!"

The violent light flashed in the dark tavern, and the man was instantly pushed against the wall by the huge impact, and then slowly slipped down from it, completely losing the ability to resist.

"Harrison Harriman, a British man, used a confusing spell on a female Muggle on the British street. He attacked the Auror after being discovered and resisted arrest. Then he fled to North America. He appeared in France recently. At the request of the Ministry, we are hereby jointly arrested." Tonks said coldly.

The man's face was instantly ashamed.

"Well, wrong judgment." Malfoy shrugged, tilted his head and said to Fleur: "It's here to do business, but it has nothing to do with us."

"The acting is good," he added to his heart.

The sky is sinking, the bright sunshine gradually fades, and the night falls. Unlike the neon feasting in Muggle society, every shop in the market has hung a similar lantern in front of its shop. The small objects exudes colorful light, and the owners of those stalls also gathered their stalls.

The owner of the hotel scanned the two of them back and forth, looking at "how many rooms?"

"one. "

Fleur's eyes widened suddenly, and the beautiful blue pupils were filled with incredible emotions, staring at Malfoy.

A faint red glow suddenly spread across his face.

"Aren't you going home? This room is my single room." Malfoy said slowly.

"Can you?" Furong hesitated, but asked in surprise, and in a flash, she skipped the shy emotions just now.

"Of course." Malfoy said nonchalantly with a shrug."You seem to be absent-minded. This is quite detrimental to our future actions. I don't want a distracting assistant."

"If you go back completely, it will actually be a good result."

"Of course not!" Furong said quickly, "I won't let them find me, I will only go back and see, how about it? I will meet you here tomorrow."

This is a rare opportunity for her.) !!