Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Habitual thinking is really harmful." While chatting with Fleur in front of him, Malfoy began to reflect on himself.

If he only met the girl in front of him at Hogwarts in the fourth year, then based on his familiarity with the plot, it would be easy to guess her identity, but now it is two years earlier.

It's like if Sirius suddenly escaped from prison in the first grade, Malfoy would probably think that he was just an unshaven, thin and tall man after seeing it, and he wouldn't be in the right seat.

What's more, the current Furong is two years younger than her debut, and the girls in puberty have changed a lot.

"The storm fanned by the wings of the butterfly has finally begun to take effect." The trend of the plot has changed somewhat, and he needs to hurry up with the layout.

Butterfly effect is better than paint effect.

He intended to change history.

When a bucket of paint is poured into the tributaries of the long river, it is divided, divided, and divided again, the paint with strong color tends to be useless because of repeated dilution, and the world line finally returns to its original development.

That is the most helpless despair.

"What did you come to England for? Travel?" Malfoy inquired seemingly unintentionally.

Fleur replied casually without thinking about anything else: "Mrs. Maxime is our headmaster." She tilted her head and thought for a while and continued: "It seems that Dumbledore has sent an invitation to her, and she must be face-to-face for anything. Negotiations, and she thought that taking me to the next country might be a way to train me, so she took me with her."

"I also think my English needs more practice," she added.

"The Goblet of Fire?" Malfoy thought to himself, before adding, "Then you seem to be taken seriously."

But Malfoy didn't expect the casual remark to make Fleur's expression darken. "Maybe," she said.

Maxim and she are both mixed races. In mainstream society, this is no longer a problem worthy of "discrimination", especially in France, which is very open to this, but sometimes it is difficult for people to pass. For example, Mrs. Maxime herself strongly denied that she was a mixture of giants and ordinary people. This may also be the reason for the bad reputation of giants.

Sometimes Furong will be proud of her mixed blood, and sometimes she will feel a little inferior, who can tell the emotions of people?

"Maybe it's called empathy," Malfoy thought.

Of course, he quickly changed the topic and talked about a few jokes on Weibo in his previous life, so that Furong turned his attention again. There were times when she wanted to grin out loud, but in order to maintain the ladylikeness The restraint had to hold back again, tightening the expression on his face. Instead, Malfoy, who was sitting across from her, couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Furong, who had endured very hard, felt that the boy in front of him was laughing at him. Can not help but embarrassed and annoyed to ask him.

"I just think it's a little too hard for people to live under a mask." After speaking, Malfoy was at a loss, and he suddenly thought of himself, isn't he wearing a mask now?

The scene after that seemed embarrassing, and they both fell silent, mechanically scooping the rest of the ice cream with a spoon.

It was Furong who broke the embarrassing silence. She said, "Whether you work hard or not is your choice, there's nothing to complain about, and taking off the mask doesn't necessarily make you happier."

Malfoy nodded in agreement.

Just when the atmosphere calmed down a little, Furong looked up at the window and found that the sky had darkened, so she said as if she had just woken up from a dream: "Sorry, I think I have to go first, Madame Maxime and Mrs. I made an appointment to meet at a Muggle train station." She remembered this very important thing and got up to check out.

Just as she was about to withdraw money from her delicate lady's purse to pay the bill,

Only then did he realize that Malfoy had walked over to Florin and handed two Golden Galleons.

"I'll treat you as promised." Malfoy blocked what Fleur wanted to say. Then he added: "If you have money in your wallet to pay the bill, then I'm not against what you want to do," he said with a shrug.

It was only then that Furong remembered that she came to Gringotts to withdraw money, and her family was considered safe, so she also had some savings in the UK, but what happened in the middle of the day made her not take out a penny.

Looking at the few silver coins left in her wallet, she sighed helplessly.

"Since you have something to do, I will go first. My father is very familiar with the old man just now. Now my mother probably heard the news of the attack on Gringotts. I have to go back quickly." Malfoy also felt that It was getting late and it was time to leave.

Then he strode out the door without looking back.

"Ray..." All this happened so fast that people couldn't react. When Fleur was about to stop him, Malfoy's back had disappeared from her sight.

Furong began to hate her thin skin. "Why are you embarrassed to say it?" She blamed herself so much that she was almost penniless now, but Madame Maxime had agreed with her on a time and place to meet, so could it be that she was going to go? She looked annoyed at her almost empty wallet again, but was surprised to find that there were several golden Galleons lying quietly inside, shining with a charming golden luster. There is also a small note.

It reads: "I think you can wait until the next time we meet for this money and ask me back again, your best mode of transport right now is the Knight Bus, you just get out of Diagon Alley and on that road Just stretch out the hand that normally holds the wand and tell the conductor where you want to go. If you choose Floo fans, then I think you should have enough money in your bag, but I'm still worried about your accent Problems, so it is not recommended.", and another line at the end reads: "Finally, I wish you a smooth journey."

Now Malfoy had another thoughtful virtue in Fleur's heart, a move that was obviously made in consideration of his thin skin.

"What a gentleman he is," she thought.

After she learned the truth, she would not think so. What kind of gentleman would report a fake name to a lady?

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