Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Ron and Hermione's relationship became deadlocked again one day. According to the words of the Sly twins, "Crookshanks just followed his instincts. 8?一中文网 ＝≈≤≥≥" But Ron still couldn't stand such a big cat dangling in front of his Scabbers and acted like he was about to prey. Considering that Ron was sick now, Hermione chose not to quarrel with him. Coping with their relationship, so she spends most of her time in the library again, she is very busy during this time, and because of the time changer, she needs to spend more time to complete the tasks assigned to her by the teacher homework.

Now the three of them will be very awkward as long as they are together, but they will often bump into each other unconsciously. Harry tried to act as a buffer 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 by his own physical factors, of course, he was punished more because of his mistakes. Even if Mrs. Molly signed for him early, he was brought back from home. The letter was cancelled, such as having Percy confiscate his signature, which was regarded as a punishment for him.

As for Hermione, the reason she gave herself was that she was too busy during this time, and she had to take into account the consequences of using the time converter and catch up with some coursework, but maybe only in her heart knew that she didn't want to go. That place with someone's memories, it has no meaning to her, the freshness is gone, she doesn't need to go again.

Compared to the trio that has been a bit bad recently, Malfoy's life has been nourished a lot, and many 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 smells really good.

"Where's the licorice wand?" she asked, running to another shelf.

Before Malfoy could answer, Pansy waved his arms excitedly.

"Look, this bubble gum looks so beautiful. I want to turn my bedroom into the color of bluebells. What do you think?"

This is at Honey Duke Candy Store.

Pansy basically tried all kinds of snacks in the entire store. Compared with men, women seem to have an innate passion for desserts. If it wasn't for Malfoy's foresight to bring more pockets of the Unmarked Spreading Charm, he felt that he would most likely not be able to go back today, and would be drowned in piles of merchandise.

After shopping, they went to the Three Broomsticks Bar.

All kinds of wizards are gathered here, and they talk eloquently and eloquently, and tell some secrets from the magic world that are either true or false. Alcohol is the best way to add fun. Some wizards also fight for the truth of the news they say. His face was flushed, and he was about to roll up his sleeves and raise his wand for a showdown.

The other tables, which were fairly clean, were also crowded with people, including tall, thin wizards who covered themselves in long robes and did not reveal their faces, and only revealed their small mouths when drinking. Take a sip. There are old witches with pointed hats and wrinkled faces, and even let the black cat in their arms climb up the table to drink together, and more wizards in ordinary clothes also spend their leisure time here. Of course, Most of them are students who come to try early adopters. The sense of novelty and excitement makes them a little excited, and they want to restrain themselves and show others the illusion of "actually I come often", but they don't know the student robe that symbolizes their own identity. The fact that they are still "rookies" has been exposed.

"Butterbeer isn't wine, right? Let me have a sip? Just a sip." At the front desk of the bar, Pansy was resting his cheeks in his hands, staring at a glass of bubbling beer in a trance, with a slightly questioning and coquettish tone in his words. , I hope to have a drink like that. It made the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks bar laugh. She had never seen such a cute girl before, so she took the initiative to pour a glass and hand it to Pansy, and said with a smile, "Cute face, this is the first time I brought a boy with me. Are your friends coming? Be careful not to go back when you are drunk."

"Does he dare?" Pansy glared at Malfoy, while secretly taking a sip from the glass that had been placed in front of him, his face turned red unconsciously, and he didn't know if it was the effect of the beer or the result of that boyfriend.

"Hey, Draco, why did you become two? Did you use any new magic?" Pansy's face was covered in an intoxicating red, dizzy and unconscious. , the next moment he fell headfirst on the bar, if it wasn't for his quick eyes and quick hands and timely pull, Pan Xi would not have slammed heavily.

Malfoy couldn't bear to look directly at him. This amount of alcohol exceeded the lower limit he knew. He just pretended not to see someone's little gesture. As long as he didn't agree, Pansy shouldn't be able to drink even a sip, thinking I just opened one eye and closed the other to let her taste the early adopters, but the amount of early adopters actually put her down, which was really unexpected.

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

"Uh... I'm sorry." Mrs. Rosemerta quickly apologized. She obviously overestimated the girl's alcohol intake. This situation has never happened before. She is very aware of the butter beer in her store. It's hard for her to imagine how drunk she is after drinking just a little bit.

Just when Malfoy was thinking about how to deal with this little drunk cat, the proprietress in front of him spoke again.

"It's actually pretty good. How about you, do you need a room from our bar?" Ms. Rosemerta put on another expression at this time, showing a slight smile, looking at him ambiguous, and started "tempting "stand up. "It looks like this little girl still likes you."

Malfoy even suspected that her next sentence would say something like "Three years of blood, no death penalty".

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

"What? Is my reputation even known to students of your age?" Ms. Rosemerta covered her mouth and chuckled, her gestures full of a mature woman's style.

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

"Such a serious boy is really not cute at all, and he won't blush." ​​She shook her head in disappointment, and then said, "You watch her here, I'll go to the kitchen to get her something to sober up." He said while pinching Pansy's rosy face, "Look at how cute it is, I'm so moved, do you really stop thinking about it?"

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

"It's really boring." The woman shook her head in disappointment, stood up, twisted her slender waist and walked to the corner of the bar, but it caught the other male animals in the bar for a while. I have to say, this woman does have a kind of A captivating charm.

"Finally gone." Malfoy finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a tingling in his arm, only to realize that Pansy, who had just collapsed in front of the table, had unconsciously pulled his arm, still on his own wrist. He took a light bite, leaving a row of teeth marks.

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

"Class 1 Dangerous Goods—any drink with alcohol," Malfoy said, determined that she would never touch these things again.

"Draco, don't die." Pansy, who was half-drunk and half-awake, suddenly muttered these words.

"It's too hard to curse me, isn't it?" Malfoy was a little speechless, but he still stroked her silk and comforted: "I'm very shy, don't worry, I won't die." Pan Xiwen Yan suddenly trembled, and then quieted down again.

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

"Soon, soon they won't be able to "do evil" anymore," Malfoy muttered, clenching his fists at the thought of those disgusting monsters.

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

"Here comes the sober soup, lad." Rosmerta's voice came from behind.

"Thank you." Malfoy put on a polite smile again, turned around and reached for the cup, as if he had always had this expression on his face just now. (To be continued.)