Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Later, the two of them passed through the bright Winky/glittering bronze gate and walked out of the towering white building, straight across the long cobblestone street, and the bottom of the foot felt the ground that had been soaked by the sun. August is about to pass, but there is no sign of coming into the autumn. The light of the golden golden is full of the streets, and the afternoon sun is slightly milder, but it is still annoying.

Not far from the opposite side is the location of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. The top of the shop is especially eye-catching. It shines in the sunlight, attracting the attention of the surrounding pedestrians, and the light-colored striped awnings. Extending from the upper floor to block the sunlight, the simple and simple wooden chair and table were placed in between, and a few plant pots that existed only in the Wizard World were placed outside the door.

“Mr Florean, long time no see.” After Malfoy entered the store, looked towards the owner and asked for a good voice.

“Welcome, the last time you and your father came together long ago.” The owner named Florin also greeted him. He saw a beautiful face next to Malfoy. Young girl, the unique savvy of the businessman makes him smell the business opportunity.

“This beautiful girl must have been to the store for the first time?” Florean immediately greeted him and began the road to save the country, ready to start from her body.

The money of women and children is always the best earned.

Some of the hype, even if she is used to being praised, she is still a little embarrassed, the refined face slightly climbed a blush, and then listen to his recommended new cold drinks, and so on, naturally not I am sorry to refuse.

“Oh.” Malfoy smiled and saw that there was a sense of sight in the past. For the people with thin skin, this strategy is basically unfavorable. This girl who seems to have been loved since childhood It is even less resistant to this.

However, he does not break it. If you ask someone to eat, thank you for showing a certain sincerity. So the two of them ordered a fairly “luxury” food, according to the owner, which he improved based on the best-selling products of many muggle cold drinks shops.

“Today, I am thanking you. Actually, I still want to thank you. I am sure I can’t deal with those disgusting guys.” Sitting at the table, the young girl first talked to him and then expressed her own feelings. gratitude. The so-called gratitude, was originally an excuse for her to find.

“In fact, it’s so critical. If I’m not there, everyone will faint for that’s all, and those things don’t dare to use their kisses,” Malfoy said calmly.

“It’s better to let those guys die than to die.” Young girl’s body trembled as if he had thought of something extremely disgusting, saying in an unusually disgusted tone.

“That’s also true, that group of guys is very disgusting.” Malfoy smiled and agreed.

“Hogwarts students are so powerful now?” “Young girl looked at Malfoy and asked, “You won’t be that Harry Potter?”

No one noticed that a table that was facing away from them suddenly shook.

“No, no.” She quickly denied her thoughts. “It is said that he is black hair and there is a lightning scar on his forehead.” She stared at Malfoy’s face and added a jokingly: “Unless you I went for a cosmetic surgery and dyed hair.”

“I don’t think so.” Malfoy took a sip of ice cream with a spoon and tasted it. I didn’t say that it was worth the money. It was worth the money, not to mention the beautiful people, but the heart. The more weird feelings are invented, the more I feel that I seem to ignore something.

“Right.” The young girl, like a sudden reaction to something important, turned his silver hair forward and then slammed it, then extended his hand and said: “I have forgotten to introduce myself for so long. My name is Fleur Delacour, you can call me Fleur, I am from Beauxbatons in France, what about you?” At this moment, the young girl finally introduced herself.

“Fleur Delacour?”

Malfoy finally knew where his awkward feelings came from.

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

“Levon? It’s a weird name.” Fleur repeated it with her English, which was somewhat accented, and then asked, “What does the name mean?”

“Well, my parents want me to be a good person.” Malfoy explained a little perfunctory.

“Then their wishes should be fulfilled.” Fleur didn’t notice, she guessed this might be the name of a Britain national hero she didn’t know, like the French Jude.