Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"A glass of butterbeer." Malfoy sat on an old-fashioned wooden seat without a back, and waved to the proprietress at the bar.

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

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

"A glass of orange juice," Malfoy went on, and Pansy's mosquito-like reluctance was clearly out of reach.

"Okay, I'll be fine soon." The lady boss's voice came quickly.

Where they are now is the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade.

As for the reason for coming here, of course, Malfoy brought Pansy here for a "date" in order to fulfill his promise.

"Dating" was naturally what Pansy had in mind.

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

This is in stark contrast to the old Menting Ruo city, which is very deserted.

The witch who peddled strange stones was gone, the wizard who was keen to gamble with a few decks of cards was gone, and even the waiter who used to travel around to help was gone.

Because it is not busy at all now, the lady boss can handle it all by herself.

After less than three minutes of waiting, two steaming cups were placed on the tray and handed over by Mrs. Rosemata.

However, after the proprietress approached, she exclaimed in a low voice, her eyes were surprised, and she took a few more glances at the boy.

It seems strange that the man who was still a desperado a few days ago and was hunted by the Ministry of Magic came back, and after a few days of rest, he mixed oil with his little girlfriend Mili and went out on a date.

But this kind of thing is something you think about in your heart, hide in your heart, and can't say it out loud.

"Here, a butterbeer."

"This little girl's orange juice." The two glasses were deliberately spaced apart, and he gave Pansy a mocking look, but he still remembered the previous drunk accident.

Pansy was a little uncomfortable when she stared at her.

"Okay, let's talk slowly." Mrs. Rosmerta took the empty tray away and returned to the bar.

"Let's talk, don't you have a lot to tell me? If you want, it's also good to talk about your campus life, such as how did you become a prefect?" It sounded, and Malfoy took a sip, then jokingly said to Pansy.

The girl just stared at him.

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

"Can't you just look at you? It was too dark that day and I couldn't see clearly." Pansy said complaining.

Before he came back, the girl really had a lot of things to say to him and a lot of questions to ask him.

But after she really settled down, she didn't know what to ask. In other words, when her worries calmed down, her curiosity subsided naturally.

What's more, when it comes to his secrets, Malfoy has always been strictly guarded, and the questions are nothing.

She also knows that there is no reply for specific details.

It would be easier if you didn't ask.

"Tell me what you've done before," Malfoy started.

"What can I be interested in, just take care of those lower grade students and tell them what they can and cannot do, or help the professors with chores."

"You can't even deduct points."

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

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

Only in front of him did this girl unscrupulously remove her pretentious disguise.

"When it's okay, students in several colleges often have conflicts..." Just when Pan Xi was about to go on, 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.

"Is there a chance? Malfoy knew what happened by looking at her.

The girl looked hesitant.

"I'm not leaving again." Malfoy smiled.

"Exactly, you go back first, I have to deal with something"

Pansy left with some reluctance, leaving Malfoy alone to pour himself a drink.

"Checkout, if I remember correctly, it should be a few silver siko..." Malfoy tapped the table with his wand.

Push the silver coin over.

"I invited you today, so it's a celebration for you." Rosmerta gently wiped the corners of his eyes, yawned lazily, and showed a mature aura in his gaze.

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

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

Malfoy accepted her kindness without any pretense and walked out the door.

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

Compared to the old town, there are very few students here now, and it looks deserted. Many wizard shopkeepers have closed their doors.

Compared with life, money can be earned later.

Hogwarts will obviously be Voldemort's ultimate goal in the end, and Hogsmeade, who is next to him, is also not immune.

However, the destination of his trip was not closed.

- Honey Duke Candy Store.

The wooden door painted with green paint seems to have lost a few pieces of paint. The bright green in the past has faded. In the past, the interior can be seen through the semi-circular glass window on the left, but now it is covered with a thin layer of gray. , making it unreal.

The whole store looks unmaintained.

The boss was sitting, looking drowsy.

Malfoy pushed the door open.

"Mr. Malfoy?" The boss remembered the student who had helped him a long time ago.

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

All kinds of beautifully packaged, simple goods flew over in an orderly manner and piled up on the ground.

It gives the illusion of gathering sand into a tower.

The angular ones are arranged like bricks. The extra 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 candies hanging in the store, and the crisp rattle rang, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

Goods lined up in long queues.

"Let's settle the bill." Malfoy said politely, looking at the boss in front of him.

"I'll take an inventory." The boss suddenly regained his energy and his eyes lit up.

"Chocolate frog, 60 yuan..."

"Chocolate balls, 100."

"chocolate…"

"chocolate…"

"A total of 12 gold Galleons and 2 silver sicos, let's count 12 gold Galleons." The boss said happily, he has not 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 was the Weasleys, would it be a flip-flop or something, or as an ingredient for some kind of mischievous food.

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

So very strange.

"To eat." Malfoy was frank this time, and it was the truth.

The boss naturally didn't believe it, but the store naturally wouldn't refuse door-to-door business.

Malfoy shoved these items into the package with the Invisible Spreading Charm, and it was business as usual.