Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 293: Coincidence

In front of them is a well-decorated tavern. The wall outside the house is covered with creepers. The green leaves climb and extend in the direction of the sun. The door is an old but clean oak door. Several transparent glass windows were opened on both sides of the pub, and a few small square tables could be vaguely seen inside, with a few drinkers sitting at the table.

　　

　　The tavern has no name, maybe the owner of the tavern thinks this is unnecessary.

　　

　　 Pushing open the wooden door, the light outside the house is immediately absorbed by the drowsy masonry inside. The entire wall is made of black marble, and there are several quite retro old torches hanging on it. There is a flavor of time in it. , The flame exudes a dim light, which is full of style.

　　

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

　　

　　He is a centaur. At this moment, he is pulling his lower body limbs to shuttle in the tavern. His strong arms are holding the plate, seemingly easy to do. It seems that he is also serving as a bartender. .

　　

　　He is quick to move, walking quickly between the curved oak bar and the wine table.

　　

　　 "Two bottles of rum!" a drinker yelled, and the centaur hurried over quickly.

　　

　　 "It seems that France is really quite open in this regard." Malfoy sat in a back chair and looked at the centaur tavernkeeper carefully.

　　

　　The hybrid of giants and ordinary people, Mrs. Maxim, can serve as the principal of a magic school in France, which is enough to see that they don't value these.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 "What do you need to order?" At this moment, the centaur shopkeeper had come to the wooden table in front of them and asked. The wooden table is now covered with a beige ramie tablecloth, just on it. No drinks are placed.

　　

　　 "Two glasses of ordinary wine are fine." Malfoy nodded.

　　

　　 French wines are very famous. As for luxury wines, the Wizarding Society and Muggle Society will certainly not be the same brand, and he himself is not keen on these.

　　

　　Luxury goods are items that are separated from specific use values ​​and used to show social status. More often, they are used as a symbol to indicate their own class.

　　

　　 "Okay, sir." The centaur shopkeeper nodded.

　　

　　 A woman walked through the door and walked in. The torch shone dim light on her hair, exuding a sense of surprise and mystery. It was a bright violet color that immediately attracted the attention of many people.

　　

　　 Some men even whistled.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Is it really lingering?" Malfoy's brow furrowed, and he quickly smoothed it out, because he didn't see Lupin's figure. It seemed that this lady Auror was not on duty either. status.

　　

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

　　

　　 Malfoy prefers to believe that this is a coincidence.

　　

　　 This is indeed a coincidence.

　　

　　 Lupin gave up the decision to track after being tricked, after all, it was just his own unfounded suspicion for a while. It is not too weird to be found out and tricked by the other party. .

　　

　　 And he is confident in his ability to get rid of tracking.

　　

　　 "Is she beautiful? I don't think." Fleur looked at Malfoy with a bit of irritation and cast her gaze on Tonks.

　　

　　 "This is the partner of the Auror just now, I think she just avoids being suspected." Malfoy explained.

　　

　　 "Then what shall we do?" Furong knew the reason and asked in a low voice, not going to see Tonks again.

　　

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

　　

　　 Too much alcohol can affect people’s judgment, but a moderate amount is not harmful.

　　

　　"Miss, may I have the honour to buy you a glass of wine?"

　　

　　 A man quietly walked to Tonks's side, flirtly accosted, and a hand frivolly climbed on her shoulder

　　

　　 "Roll" 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 suddenly jumped up and the liquid inside splashed. Splashed the face of the hitting man.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Except your weapon!"

　　

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

　　

　　"Harrison Harriman, a British man, used a confusing spell on a female Muggle on a British street. After being discovered, he attacked the Auror and resisted capture. Then he fled to North America and recently appeared in France. At the request of the French Ministry of Magic, we are hereby jointly arrested." Tonks said coldly.

　　

　　 The man's face was instantly ashamed.

　　

　　 "Well, wrong judgment." Malfoy shrugged, tilted his head and said to Fleur: "It's here to do business, but it has nothing to do with us."

　　

　　 "The acting is good," he added to his heart.

　　

　　 The sky is sinking, the bright sunshine gradually fades, and the night falls. Unlike the neon lights and feasts in Muggle society, every shop in the market has hung up in front of its own shop. A small object resembling a lantern exudes colorful light, and the owners of those stalls also gathered their stalls.

　　

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

　　

　　"Yijian~IndoMTL.com~Furong suddenly opened her eyes, and the beautiful blue pupils were filled with incredible emotions, staring at Malfoy.

　　

　　 There was a faint red glow on his face.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Can you?" Furong hesitated, but asked in surprise, and she skipped the shy emotions just now.

　　

　　 "Of course." Malfoy shrugged and said nonchalantly. "You seem a little absent-minded, which is quite detrimental to our future actions. I don't want a distracting assistant."

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 This is a rare opportunity for her. )!!