Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Afterwards, the two of them passed through the shiny bronze gate, walked out of the towering white building, and went straight across the long cobblestone street, feeling the ground already hot from the sun. August is about to pass, but there is no sign of the coming autumn here. The pale golden sunlight fills the entire street, and the afternoon sun is slightly milder, but it is still a little annoying.

Not far from the diagonally opposite is the location of Florin's cold drink shop. The few big bronzing characters above the shop are particularly eye-catching. They look brilliant under the sunlight and attract the attention of the surrounding pedestrians. The striped awning with elegant colors Extending from the upper floor to block the sun, simple and simple wooden chairs and tables are placed in between, and some potted plants that only exist in the wizarding world are placed outside the door.

Mr. Florin, long time no see. As soon as Malfoy entered the shop, he said hello to the shopkeeper.

Welcome, it's been a long time since you and your father came last time. The shopkeeper named Florin also greeted him. With sharp eyes, he saw a beautiful man standing beside Malfoy. The young girl, the businessman's unique shrewdness made him smell business opportunities.

This beautiful girl must be coming to the store for the first time, right? Florin immediately greeted him and started the road of saving the country with curves, ready to start with her.

Women and children's money is always the best to earn.

Even though she was accustomed to being complimented, she was still a little embarrassed, her delicate face was slightly crimson, and then she would listen to his recommendations for new cold drinks, etc., of course not. Sorry to refuse.

Heh. Malfoy smiled when he saw this. He really had a sense of sight from shopping in his previous life. For those with thin skin, this strategy is basically unfavorable. This kind of person who seems to have been favored by thousands of people since he was a child. Girls can't resist it anymore.

However, he did not point out that he must also show a certain sincerity when inviting people to eat to express their gratitude. So they both ordered a rather luxury food, which the owner said was based on the best-sellers from many Muggle cold drink shops.

I told you to thank me today. In fact, I want to thank you. I definitely can't deal with those disgusting guys alone. Sitting at the table, the girl first started chatting with him, and then expressed her gratitude again. . The so-called thanks was originally an excuse she made to get along.

Actually, it's so critical. If I'm not here, everyone will be dizzy for a while at most. Those things don't dare to use their kisses. Malfoy said calmly.

It's better to let those guys come across than to die. The girl's body trembled suddenly, as if thinking of something extremely disgusting, she said in a very disgusting tone.

That's true, those guys are quite disgusting. Malfoy smiled and said in agreement.

Are all the students at Hogwarts so good now? The girl looked at Malfoy and asked, Aren't you the Harry Potter?

No one noticed the sudden sway of a table facing away from them.

No, that's not right. She quickly denied her idea, It is said that he has black hair and a lightning scar on his forehead. She stared at Malfoy's face, and added jokingly: Unless You've had plastic surgery and dyed your hair.

I don't think so. Malfoy scooped a small portion of ice cream with a spoon and took a sip. He evaluated it in his heart. Not to mention the value for money, it was worth the money. The strange feeling of his became more and more obvious, and he always felt as if he had overlooked something.

That's right. The girl seemed to have suddenly reacted to something important, she stroked her long silver hair back, then stretched out her hand and said, I forgot to introduce myself for so long. It's Fleur Delacour, you can call me Fleur, I'm from Beauxbatons in France, how about you? At this moment, the girl finally introduced herself.

Fleur Delacour?

Malfoy finally knew where his haunting awkwardness came from.

You can call me Lei Feng. Malfoy subconsciously reported a pseudonym.

Layfon? What a strange name. Fleur repeated in her already accented English, and asked, What does this name mean?

Well, my parents want me to be a good person. Malfoy explained slightly perfunctory.

Then their wish should have come true. Fleur didn't notice, she guessed that it might be the name of some British national hero she didn't know, like Joan of Arc in France.

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