In front of the two of them was a well-decorated tavern. The wall outside the house was full of creepers, and the emerald green leaves climbed and stretched towards the direction of the sun. The door was an old but clean oak door. The two sides of the tavern A few transparent glass windows were opened, and a few small square tables could be vaguely seen inside, with a few drinkers sitting in front of the tables.
The tavern has no name, perhaps the owner of the tavern thought it unnecessary.
Pushing open the wooden door, the light outside the house is immediately absorbed by the dull bricks and stones inside. The entire wall is made of black marble, with a few rather retro old torches hanging on it. There is a charm of time in it, and the flames radiate With a dim light, it looks full of style.
These are not the most amazing thing, the most amazing thing is that it is the owner of this bar.
He is a centaur, and he is pulling his limbs around the tavern at the moment. His strong arms are holding the plate, and he seems to be able to handle it with ease. It seems that he is also working as a bartender. .
His movements were very quick, quickly walking between the curved oak bar and the wine table.
"Two bottles of rum!" A drinker shouted loudly, and the centaur hurried over again.
"It seems that France is really quite open in this regard." Malfoy sat on an armchair and carefully looked at the centaur tavern owner.
A hybrid of giants and ordinary people, Mrs. Maxime, can be the headmaster of a magic school in France, which is enough to see that they don't value these things.
"Of course!" Furong raised her head and said proudly, "All intelligent creatures deserve our respect, and there is no distinction between high and low."
"Maybe." Malfoy shook his head, but didn't agree with Fleur.
"What do you two need?" At this moment, the centaur shopkeeper had come to the wooden table in front of the two and asked. The wooden table was now covered with a beige ramie tablecloth, but there was no place on it. drinks.
"Two glasses of ordinary wine will do." Malfoy nodded.
French wine is very famous. As for luxury wine, wizard society and Muggle society will definitely not be the same brand, and he himself is not keen on these.
Luxury goods are items that are separated from the specific use value and are used to show social status. More often, they are used as a symbol to mark one's own class.
"Okay, sir." The centaur shopkeeper nodded.
A woman opened the door and walked in. The dim light of the torch shone on her hair, exuding a sense of surprise and mystery. It was a bright violet color, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Some men even whistled.
Even if the face is not too gorgeous, just ordinary, this hair is enough to attract the attention of many people.
"Are you really haunted?" Malfoy frowned, and then quickly smoothed it off, because he didn't see Lupine's figure, and it seemed that the appearance of this Auror lady was not in the state of performing the task.
I saw that 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 get drunk.
Malfoy prefers to believe that this is a coincidence.
This is indeed a coincidence.
Lupine gave up the decision to follow up after being fooled for a while. After all, it was just his own suspicion that was not well-founded for a while. It is not too strange for the other party to find out and see through the trick.
And he was very confident in his ability to get rid of the 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 Auror's partner just now. I think she is just avoiding suspicion." Malfoy explained.
"Then what should we do?" Furong finally realized the reason, and hurriedly asked in a low voice, not going to see Tonks anymore.
"Just pretend nothing happened. It should be a coincidence." Malfoy said softly, then raised the wine glass that had been served in front of him, and took a sip.
Too much alcohol can cloud one's judgment, but moderate amounts are fine.
"Miss, may I have the honor to treat you to a glass of wine?"
A man quietly walked up to Tonks, flirtatiously accosted her, and put a hand on her shoulder flirtatiously
"Fuck off" Tonks said coldly, at this time her hair turned black rapidly and rarely, the small square wine table began to tremble, the wine glasses on the table suddenly jumped up, the liquid inside splashed and splashed The man who struck up a conversation had a look on his face.
The man drew his wand angrily, and Tonks was faster than him.
"Disarm you!"
The fierce light flashed in the dark tavern, and the man was instantly pushed against the wall by the huge impact, and then slowly slid down from it, completely losing the ability to resist.
"Harrison Harriman, an Englishman, once used a charm on a female Muggle on the streets of England. After being discovered, he attacked an Auror, resisted arrest, and then fled to North America. He recently appeared in France. At the request of the Ministry, we jointly arrest them." Tonks said coldly.
The man's face immediately turned gray.
"Okay, misjudgment." Malfoy shrugged, tilted his head and said to Fleur, "It's here to deal with business, but it has nothing to do with us."
"The acting is good." He added inwardly.
The sky is getting darker, the bright sunshine is gradually fading, and night is falling. It is completely different from the neon lights and feasting in the Muggle society. Every shop in the market hangs a similar lantern in front of its shop door. The small objects, exuding colorful light, the owners of those stalls also closed their stalls.
The owner of the hotel glanced back and forth between the two, looking at "how many rooms?"
"one."
Fleur's eyes widened immediately, her beautiful azure pupils were filled with unbelievable emotions, she stared at Malfoy firmly.
A faint blush suddenly spread over his face.
"Aren't you going home to have a look? This room is my single room." Malfoy said slowly.
"Is it possible?" Fu Rong hesitated, but asked in surprise, and the shyness just now was skipped in an instant.
"Of course." Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly. "You seem 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!" Fu Rong said hastily, "I won't let them find me, I'll just go back and have a look, how about it? I'll meet you here tomorrow."
This is a rare opportunity for her.