Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In front of the two of them is a well-decorated tavern. The walls outside the house are full of crawling tigers. The green leaves are climbing and extending in the direction of the sun. The door is an old but clean oak door. The tavern is on both sides. A few transparent glass windows were opened, and a few small square tables could be vaguely seen inside, with a few drinkers sitting at the tables.

The tavern has no name, perhaps the owner of the tavern thought it was unnecessary.

Pushing open the wooden door, the light outside was immediately absorbed by the dull masonry inside. The entire wall was made of black marble, with a few quite retro old torches hanging on it. There was a charm of time in it, and the flames radiated With a dim light, it looks stylish.

These are not the most amazing, the most amazing thing is the owner of this bar.

He is a centaur. At the moment, he is pulling his lower limbs around in the tavern. His strong arms are holding the plate, and he seems to be at ease. It seems that he is also working as a bartender. .

He moved quickly, zipping between the curved oak bar and wine tables.

"Two bottles of rum!" a drinker shouted, and the centaur quickly rushed over.

"It looks like France is really quite open in this regard." Malfoy sat in a reclining chair, scrutinizing the centaur tavern owner.

The mixed blood of giants and ordinary people, Madame Maxime, can be the headmaster of French magic schools, and it is enough to see that they do not value these.

"Of course!" Furong raised her head and said proudly, "All intelligent creatures are worthy of our respect, and there is no distinction between high and low."

"Maybe." Malfoy shook his head, not echoing Fleur's words.

"What do you two need?" At this moment, the centaur shopkeeper came to the wooden table in front of the two of them and asked. The wooden table was now covered with a beige ramie tablecloth, but there was no place on it. drinks.

"Two glasses of regular wine will do." Malfoy nodded.

French wine is very famous, as for luxury wine, wizard society and Muggle society will certainly not be a brand, and he himself is not keen on these.

Luxury is an item that is separated from its specific use value and used to demonstrate social status. More often, it is used as a symbol to mark one's own class.

"OK,

gentlemen. ' the centaur shopkeeper nodded.

A woman walked in, pushed the door open, and the dim light of the torch shone on her hair, exuding an astonishing mystery. It was a bright violet color, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

A man even whistled.

Even if the face is not too gorgeous, just ordinary, this hair is enough to attract the attention of many people.

"Really haunted?" Malfoy's brows furrowed, and he quickly smoothed it out, because he didn't see Lupin's figure, and it seemed that the Auror lady was not in the state of performing her mission.

I saw her eyes were scattered, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, like a sad woman who had lost her love and came to buy her drunk.

Malfoy preferred to believe that it was a coincidence.

This is indeed a coincidence.

After being tricked for a while, Lupin gave up the decision to follow up. After all, it was just his own suspicions that were not well-founded for a while, and it was not too strange to be discovered and tricked by the other party.

And he's confident in his ability to escape tracking.

"Is she beautiful? I don't think so." Fleur looked at Malfoy with some resentment and cast her eyes on Tonks.

"This is the partner of the Auror just now. I think she is just avoiding suspicion." Malfoy explained.

"Then what should we do?" Furong knew the reason, and hurriedly asked in a low voice, no longer going to see Tonks.

"Just pretend that nothing happened, it should be a coincidence." Malfoy said softly, then raised the glass that had been served in front of him and took a sip.

Too much alcohol can affect people's judgment, but the right amount is fine.

"Miss, may I have the honor to treat you to a glass of wine?"

A man quietly walked to Tonks' side, chatted up frivolously, and frivolously placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Go away," Tonks said coldly. At this time, her hair quickly and rarely turned black, and the small square wine table began to tremble. The wine glass on the table jumped up suddenly, and the liquid inside splashed, spilling the The face of the man who struck up a conversation.

The man drew his wand angrily, and Tonks was faster than him.

"Except your weapons!"

The intense light flashed in the dark tavern, and the man was instantly pushed against the wall by the huge impact, and then slowly slipped down from it, completely losing the ability to resist.

"Harrison Harriman, an Englishman, once used the Bewitching Charm on a female Muggle in the British street. After being discovered, he attacked the Aurors, resisted arrest, and then fled to North America. Recently, he appeared in France, in response to French magic. At the request of the Ministry, we are hereby jointly arrested." Tonks said coldly.

The man's face immediately turned ashen.

"Okay, misjudgment." Malfoy shrugged, tilted his head and said to Fleur, "It's for business, but it has nothing to do with us."

"The acting is good," he added.

The sky is getting darker, the bright sunshine is gradually disappearing, and night is falling. Different from the neon feasting and feasting in the Muggle society, every store in the market has a similar lantern hanging in front of its own store. The small objects exuded colorful light, and the owners of those stalls also gathered their stalls.

The owner of the hotel glanced back and forth on the two of them, looking at "how many rooms?"

"one. "

Furong's eyes widened immediately, her beautiful blue pupils were filled with incredible emotions, and she stared at Malfoy.

A faint red glow appeared on his face.

"Aren't you going to go home and take a look? This room is my single room." Malfoy said slowly.

"Is it alright?" Furong hesitated, but asked in surprise, ignoring the shyness just now.

"Of course." Malfoy said with a shrug. "You look a little absent-minded, which is quite detrimental to our future actions. I don't want a distracted assistant."

"If you go back completely, it's actually a good result."

"Of course not!" Furong said quickly, "I won't let them find me, I'll just go back and have a look, how? I'll meet you here tomorrow."

This is a rare opportunity for her. ) !!