Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 98: Drunk

Ron and Hermione’s relationship froze again one day, and Wei followed the words of the Sley’s twin brothers: "Crookshanks just followed its instinctive actions. Eight?一中文网=≈≤ ≥≥" But Ron still couldn't bear such a big cat dangling in front of his spotted spots, and acted like a predator. Considering that Ron is currently sick, Hermione chose not to argue with him. To deal with the relationship between them, she spends most of her time in the library again. During this time, she is very busy. Due to the time converter, she needs more time to complete the teacher arrangement. Give her homework.

Now the three of them will be embarrassed as long as they are together, but they will often bump into each other unconsciously. Harry wanted to act as a buffer space between the two, but neither of them appreciated it.

The first Hogsmeade week came, and none of the three of them made it.

Harry wanted to go but was not qualified. Ron was limited to his own physical factors. Of course, he was more punished because of his mistakes. Even if Mrs. Molly signed him early, they were all caught up in the back. Letters from home were cancelled, such as having Percy confiscated his signature, which was regarded as punishment for him.

As for Hermione, the reason she gave herself was that this time was too busy, and she had to take into account the consequences of using the time converter and catch up with some of the coursework, but maybe only from the bottom of her heart she knew that she I don't want to go to the place with someone's memories, it is meaningless to her, the freshness is gone, she doesn't need to go again.

Compared with the trio who has been a little miserable these days, Malfoy's life has been much moisturized, and many of the arrangements have been completed, which gives him enough time and mood to do some boring things.

For example, go shopping with a girl.

"Draco, how about you try this multi-flavored bean? I think it's pretty good."

Well, dandruff tastes really good.

"Where is this licorice wand?" she ran to another shelf and asked.

Without waiting for Malfoy's answer, Pansy said again, waving his arms excitedly.

"Look, this bubble gum blows out so beautiful. I want to turn my bedroom into the color of bluebells, how about you?"

This is at the Honey Duke Candy Store.

Pansy basically tried all kinds of snacks throughout the store. Compared with men, women seem to have an innate enthusiasm for desserts. If it hadn't been for Malfoy's foreseeing that he had brought more pockets of the Traceless Extension Charm, he felt that he would most likely not be able to go back today, and would be submerged in piles of merchandise.

After purchasing, they went to the Three Broomsticks Bar.

All kinds of wizards gathered here. They talked, talked, and talked about the secrets of the magic world that seemed true or false. Alcohol is the best way to add fun, and some wizards also told them for their own news. The truth and falsehood were so red that they almost rolled up their sleeves and raised their magic wand to decide the outcome.

The other relatively clean wine tables are also full of people. There are tall and thin witches who wrap themselves in robes and do not show their faces. They only show their mouths when drinking. Take a bite. There are old witches with pointed top hats and pleated faces on their faces. They even let the black cat in their arms climb onto the table to drink together. More ordinary witches are also here to spend their free time. Of course, Most of them are the students who come to try their food. The freshness and excitement make them a little excited, and they want to restrain themselves and show others the illusion of "I actually come often". They don't know the student robe that symbolizes their identity. The fact that they are still "noobs" has been exposed.

"Butter beer is not wine, right? Let me taste it in one bite? Just one bite." At the front desk of the bar, Pansy was staring at a glass of bubbling beer in a daze. He couldn't help but ask questions. With a coquettish tone, I hope I can drink such a bite. Instead, the proprietress of the bar with three broomsticks amused a smile. She had never seen such a cute girl, so she took the initiative to pour a cup and handed it to Pansy. Are your friends here? Be careful not to go back when you get drunk."

"Dare he?" Pansy glared at Malfoy, while secretly taking a sip of the glass already in front of him, but his face turned red unconsciously, and he didn't know whether it was the effect of beer or the boyfriend's. result.

"Hey, Draco, why did you become two? Did you use any new magic?" Pansy's face was stained with a layer of intoxicating red, dizzy and dizzy. Unknowingly, he fell on the bar in the next instant. If it weren't for his quick eyesight and quick pull, Pansy would have to bump.

Malfoy couldn't bear to look directly at him. This amount of alcohol simply exceeded the lower limit he knew. He just pretended not to see someone's small movements. As long as he didn't agree, Pansy should not be able to drink even one sip. , Thinking about opening one eye and closing one eye to let her try something new, it turned out that this small amount of early adopters actually put her down, which is really unexpected.

"A touching amount of alcohol." Malfoy sighed, thinking about what to do now.

"Uh...I'm sorry." Mrs. Rosmerta quickly apologized. She apparently overestimated the girl’s drinking capacity. This situation had never happened before. She knew very well about her The degree of Butterbeer, it was hard for her to imagine that she would become drunk with just a little bit of it.

Just as Malfoy was thinking about how to deal with this little drunk cat, the lady boss in front of him said something amazing.

"It's actually pretty good, how about it. Do you need a room provided by our bar?" Ms. Rosmerta put on another expression at this time, showing a slight smile, looking at him with an ambiguous expression. Began to "tempt" up. "It seems that this little girl still likes you."

Malfoy even suspected that her next sentence would say "three years of blood, no loss of death penalty".

"You still like to molest students as always." Malfoy said sternly.

"What? Is my reputation even known to students of your age." Ms. Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled slightly, her gestures filled with the charm of a mature woman.

"It's really not ashamed but proud." Malfoy couldn't help but slander.

"Such a serious boy is really not cute at all. He doesn't even blush." ​​She shook her head disappointedly, and then said: "Look at her here. I'll go to the kitchen and get her something to sober up. "While talking, she squeezed Pansy's ruddy face, "Look at it, how cute it is, I am so excited, do you really stop thinking about it?"

"Let me first check if the charge for abetting can be imprisoned in Azkaban." Malfoy said blankly.

"It's really boring." The woman was disappointed and shook her head, stood up, twisted her waist and walked towards the corner of the bar, but she hooked the other male animals in the bar to look sideways. I have to say, this woman There is indeed a fascinating charm.

"Finally left." Malfoy finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm, only to realize that Pansy, who had fallen to the table just now, had unconsciously put his arm on his arm and was still in his own. A light bite on his wrist left a row of teeth marks.

"Are you from a dog?" Malfoy thought, feeling that he was really unfavorable today. "This is my hand, not your favorite cream pudding." Malfoy reminded helplessly, but found out. Pansy's teeth closed tighter.

"Class I dangerous goods—any beverage with alcohol." Malfoy said, making up her mind to keep her from touching these things in the future.

"Draco~IndoMTL.com~Don't die." Pansy, who was already half drunk and half awake, suddenly muttered in a dream.

"This curse is too hard for me, right?" Malfoy was a little speechless, but he comforted her by stroking her silk: "I'm sorry, don't worry, I won't die. "Pansy trembled abruptly when he heard the words, and then became quiet again.

This made Malfoy a little curious about what happened to Pansy in the illusion that the Dementor brought to Pansy, which made her have so much fear that she would have nightmares at this time.

"Soon, they won't be able to "do evil" anymore." Malfoy muttered to himself, thinking of the disgusting monsters, and clenched his fists.

"They will get the ending they deserve." The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the only thing left in his gray eyes was the indifference that they had when dealing with enemies, deep and calm.

"Here is the sober soup, boy." Rosmerta's voice came from behind.

"Thank you." Malfoy put on another polite smile, turned around and reached out to take the cup, as if it had been on his face just now. (To be continued.)