Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"A glass of butterbeer." Malfoy sat on an old wooden seat without backrest and waved at the proprietress at the bar.

"I..." Pansy sat in the seat opposite him.He swallowed the back "yes" abruptly, because she saw Malfoy's warning gaze, and his gray eyes revealed an irresistible will.

"A glass of orange juice," she said sadly.

"A glass of orange juice." Malfoy went on, Pansy's mosquito-like reluctant voice was clearly unable to pass.

"Okay, it will be done right away." The boss's voice came over quickly.

They are now in the Three Broomsticks Bar in Hogsmeade Village.

As for the reason for coming here, it is natural that Malfoy brought Pansy here for a "date" in order to fulfill his promise.

"Dating" is naturally Pansy's thoughts.

As for Malfoy, he didn't have so much mental activity. He just looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment of the tavern, and felt a little emotional for a while.

It is in sharp contrast with the old Mentingruo City, and it looks very deserted.

The witches selling strange stones are gone, the wizards who are keen on gambling with poker are gone, and even the waiters who used to shuttle among them to help are gone.

Because I'm not busy at all now, the boss can handle it alone.

After only waiting for three minutes, two steaming cups were placed on the tray and were handed over by Mrs. Rosmerta.

However, after the boss's wife approached, she exclaimed in a low voice, her eyes were surprised, and she looked at the boy a few more times.

It seemed to be strange that the people who were still desperadoes a few days ago and were hunted by the Ministry of Magic, as soon as they came back and had not rested for a few days, they blended oil with their little girlfriend Mili and went out on a date.

But this kind of thing is just thinking about it in my heart, hiding it in my heart, and can't say it.

"Here, a butterbeer."

"This little girl's orange juice." The gap between the two cups was deliberately opened, and Pansy glanced at him with a joke, but he still remembered the drunken accident.

Pansy was a little uncomfortable by her gaze.

"Well, you guys talk slowly." Mrs. Rosmerta took the empty tray away and returned to the bar.

"Let's chat, don't you have a lot to say to me? If you are willing, it is also good to talk about your campus life, such as how to be a prefect?" The beer with orange foam exudes alluring When it sounded, Malfoy took a sip, then joked to Pansy.

The girl just stared at him.

"Is there something on my face?" Malfoy only felt a burning gaze.

"Isn't it okay to look at you? It was too dark that day and I didn't see it clearly." Pansy complained somewhat.

Before he came back, the girl did have a lot to say to him, and a lot of questions to ask him.

But after she was really settled down, she didn't know what to ask, or when the worries were calmed down, the curiosity naturally faded partly.

What's more, Malfoy has always been strictly guarded when it comes to his secrets.

She also knows that there is no response to specific details.

It's better not to ask, it's much easier.

"Tell me about what you did before." Malfoy started the conversation.

"I can have any interest in it, just take care of the lower grade students and tell them what they can and can't do, or help the professors with some chores."

"Points cannot be deducted."

"That is to say, it looks majestic and does not do well, and others will not listen to discipline..."

Pansy was talking half talking and half complaining, Malfoy was just a quiet listener, occasionally interjecting a few words and giving advice.

This girl only unscrupulously removed her pretending to be tough in front of him.

"When it's okay, students in several colleges often have conflicts..." Just when Pansy wanted to continue, he suddenly stopped.

"Meeting." The girl glanced at the tattered clock hanging on the side of the wall, stood up, and almost overturned the table.

"Are there any? Malfoy looked at her and knew what had happened.

The girl looked very hesitant.

"I won't leave again." Malfoy smiled.

"It's just right, you go back first, I have to deal with something"

Pansy left reluctantly, leaving Malfoy alone to drink.

"Check out, if I remember correctly, it should be a few silver scots..." Malfoy tapped the desk with his wand.

Push the silver coin over.

"I invited it today, and it's time to celebrate for you." Rosmerta wiped the corner of his eyes lightly, yawned lazily, and showed a mature amorous feelings.

"It's not worth a lot of money anyway."

"In the future, I will be more active, so I will take care of it a few more times." She said with a smile.

Malfoy accepted her kindness without pretense, and walked outside the door.

Gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and came to the street of Hogsmeade Village. The dry and cold wind blew by. He looked around and felt a little emotional.

Compared with the old towns and cities, students are rarely seen here now, and it looks deserted, and many wizard shop owners have closed their doors.

Compared with fate, money can be earned in the future.

Hogwarts will obviously be Voldemort's ultimate goal in the end, and Hogsmeade who is next to him is also hard to escape.

However, the destination of his trip did not close.

——Honey Duke Candy Shop.

The wooden door painted with green paint seems to have lost a few pieces of paint. The bright green of the past has faded. In the past, the inside can be seen through the semi-circular arc on the left side of the glass window, but now it is covered with a thin layer of gray. , Let people look at it.

The whole shop looks unmaintained.

The boss is sitting, drowsy.

After Malfoy opened the door.

"Mr. Malfoy?" The boss still remembers this student who helped him a long time ago.

"I'll choose first." He raised his wand gently.

All kinds of exquisite and crude commodities packed into blocks flew over in an orderly manner and piled up on the ground.

Gives the illusion of gathering sand into a tower.

The edges and corners are sharp, arranged in a brick-like appearance, and the excess wrapping paper is folded and hidden underneath, which looks very neat. As for other complicated packages, they are placed on one side.

The rolling breeze blew the blue wind chime candy hanging in the shop, and the crisp rattle rang, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

Commodities lined up.

"Check out." Malfoy looked at the boss in front of him and said politely.

"I'll take an inventory." The boss suddenly came up, his eyes lighted up.

"Chocolate frog, 60 yuan..."

"Chocolate balls, 100."

"chocolate…"

"chocolate…"

"A total of 12 Jin Jialong and 2 Silver Sike, even 12 Jin Jialong." The boss said happily, he hasn't opened for a long time.

"By the way, you bought so much. Last time the two brothers bought so much for experimentation. Are you?"

If it were the Weasley brothers, would it be an activity like buying and selling, or as a raw material for some kind of mischievous food?

But Malfoy is obviously not short of money, nor is he keen on pranks.

So very strange.

"Used to eat." Malfoy was very frank this time, and it was the truth.

The boss naturally doesn't believe it, but the store will naturally not refuse to deliver business.

Malfoy squeezed these goods into the package with the Immaculate Extension Charm applied bit by bit, and everything went as usual.