Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

　　 Then, the two of them walked through the shiny bronze gate and walked out of the tall white building, straight across the long cobblestone street, and felt the hot ground that had been scorched by the sun. August is about to pass, but there is no sign of falling into the autumn here. The pale golden sunlight floods the entire street. The afternoon sunlight is slightly milder, but it is still annoying and annoying.

Not far away diagonally is the location of the Florin cold drink shop. Several gold stamped characters above the shop are particularly eye-catching. They shine brightly under the sun, attracting the attention of pedestrians around them, and the striped awning with light colors Extending from the upper floor to block the sunlight, making simple and simple wooden chairs and tables in between, there are also some potted plants outside the door that only exist in the wizarding world.

　　 "Mr. Florin, I haven't seen you for a long time." Malfoy asked the owner as soon as he entered the store.

"Welcome, the last time you and your father came a long time ago." The shopkeeper named Florin also greeted him. With a sharp eye, he saw a beautiful person standing beside Malfoy. The young girl, the unique savvy of the businessman makes him smell the business opportunity.

　　 "This beautiful girl must have come to the shop for the first time?" Florin immediately greeted her and started the curve of saving the country, ready to start with her.

　　The money of women and children is always the best to make.

A little touted by the smallpox, even if she was used to being praised, she was still a little embarrassed. Her exquisite face climbed a little bit of blush, and then listened to his recommendation for new cold drinks and the like, naturally not Sorry to refuse to go on.

"Oh." Malfoy smiled at the sight, and there was a bit of visual perception of shopping in previous life. For people with thin skin, this strategy is basically unfavorable. This kind of look has been loved by thousands since childhood. The girl is even more resistant to this.

　　 But he is not broken, invite people to express their gratitude for dinner must also show a certain sincerity. So both of them ordered a kind of "luxury" food. According to the owner, it was improved based on the best-selling products of many Muggle cold drink shops.

"Today I said to let you thank me. In fact, I still want to thank you. I must not be able to deal with those disgusting guys alone." Sitting at the table, the girl first started talking to him, and then expressed her gratitude again. . The so-called gratitude was originally an excuse for getting along with her.

　　 "In fact, it's so critical. If I'm not there, everyone will be dizzy at most. Those things are afraid to use their kisses." Malfoy said calmly.

　　 "It's better to let those guys die than to die." The girl's body shuddered, as if thinking of something extremely disgusting, and said in an unusually disgusting tone.

　　 "That's true, that group of guys is quite disgusting." Malfoy smiled, agreeing.

　　 "Is the Hogwarts students so powerful now?" The girl looked at Malfoy and asked, "Aren't you the same Harry Potter?"

　　 No one noticed that a table not far away from them suddenly shook.

"No, no." She quickly denied her thoughts. "It is said that he has black hair and there are lightning scars on his forehead." She stared at Malfoy's face, then added jokingly: "Unless You went for a plastic surgery and dyed your hair."

"I don't think so." Malfoy took a spoonful of ice cream and tasted it. He evaluated it in his heart, not to mention the value for money, but it was also worth the money. Besides, there were beautiful women around, but in my heart The more weird feelings become more apparent, I always feel like I have overlooked something.

"Right." The girl, like suddenly responding to something important, shoved her long silver hair back, then stretched out her hand and said: "For so long I actually forgot to introduce myself, I It’s called Fleur Delacour, you can call me Fleur, I’m from Booth Barton in France, how about you?” At this moment the girl finally introduced herself.

　　 "Furong Dracul?"

　　 Malfoy finally knew where his awkwardness came from.

　　 "You can call me Lei Feng." Malfoy subconsciously gave a pseudonym.

　　 "Lei Feng? What a strange name." Furong repeated it in her already accented English, and then asked, "Does this name have any meaning?"

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

"Then their wish should come true." Furong didn't realize it. She guessed that it might be the name of a British national hero she didn't know, just like Jeanne de France. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all available at ~www.readwn.com~ mobile phone users, please read.