"I..." Pansy took the seat opposite him. Forcibly swallowed the following "also" back, because she saw Malfoy's warning gaze, and the gray eyes revealed an irresistible will.
"A glass of orange juice." She said wearily.
"A glass of orange juice," Malfoy went on, Pansy's mosquito-like reluctance clearly not getting through.
"Okay, it will be ready soon." The voice of the proprietress came quickly.
The place where they are now is the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.
As for the reason for coming here, it was naturally that Malfoy brought Pansy here for a "date" in order to fulfill his promise.
The word "dating" was naturally on Pansy's mind.
As for Malfoy, he didn't have so many mental activities. He just looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment of the tavern, and he was filled with emotions for a while.
This place is in stark contrast with the crowded city in the past, and it looks very deserted.
The witch who sold strange stones disappeared, the wizard who was keen on gambling with a few decks of cards disappeared, and even the waiters who shuttled around to help in the past disappeared.
Because it is not busy at all now, the proprietress can handle it by herself.
After waiting for less than three minutes, two steaming cups were placed on the tray and Madam Rosmeta handed them over.
But after the proprietress approached, she exclaimed in a low voice, her eyes were surprised, and she looked at the boy a few more times.
It seemed to be strange that the person who was still an outlaw a few days ago and was hunted down by the Ministry of Magic came back, and hadn't rested for a few days, and then went out on a date with his little girlfriend.
But this kind of thing is just thinking about it in your heart, hiding it in your heart, and not being able to say it.
"Here, a butterbeer."
"This little girl's orange juice." He deliberately placed the distance between the two cups wide, and gave Pan Xi a teasing look, but he still remembered the drunken accident.
Pansy felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her.
"Okay, let's talk slowly." Mrs. Rosmerta took the empty tray away and returned to the bar.
"Let's chat, don't you have a lot to say to me? If you want, it's good to talk about your campus life, such as how did you become a prefect?" Malfoy took a sip, and then joked to Pansy.
The girl just stared at him.
"Is there something on my face?" Malfoy only felt a burning gaze.
"Can't you even look at you? It was too dark that day to see clearly." Pansy said with some complaints.
Before he came back, the girl did have a lot to say to him and a lot of questions to ask him.
But after she really settled down, she didn't know what to ask. In other words, when her worries calmed down, part of her curiosity subsided naturally.
What's more, when it comes to his secrets, Malfoy has always been strictly guarded, and it is useless to ask.
She also knows that she won't get any reply in detail.
It would be much easier not to ask.
"Tell me what you did before." Malfoy started the conversation.
"If I can be interested, I just take care of the lower grade students and take the trouble to tell them what they can and can't do, or help the professors with some chores."
"Deducting points can't be deducted."
"That is to say, if you look majestic, if you don't do well, others won't listen to you..."
Pansy was speaking half-confidantly and half-complainingly, while Malfoy was just quietly listening, occasionally interjecting a few words and giving suggestions.
Only in front of him did this girl unscrupulously let go of her pretense of being tough.
"When it's okay, the students in several colleges often have conflicts..." Just when Pansy was about to continue, she suddenly stopped.
"A meeting." The girl glanced at the dilapidated clock hanging on the side of the wall, stood up, and almost overturned the table.
"Is there a chance? Malfoy knew what was going to happen by looking at her.
The girl looked hesitant.
"I'm not leaving again." Malfoy smiled.
"Exactly, you go back first, I have to deal with something"
Pansy left with some reluctance, leaving Malfoy alone to drink by himself.
"The bill, if I remember correctly, should be a few Sickles..." Malfoy tapped the table with his wand.
Push the silver coin over.
"I invited you today, so I'll celebrate it for you." Rosmerta wiped the corners of his eyes lightly, and yawned lazily, showing a mature look while looking around
"It's not worth much anyway."
"I'll take care of it a few more times when I'm alive in the future." She said with a smile.
Malfoy accepted her offer without pretense, and walked out the door.
Gently pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, he came to the streets of Hogsmeade village. The dry and cold wind blew by, and he looked around, feeling a little emotional.
Compared with the crowded city in the past, few students can be seen here now, and it looks deserted. Many wizard shopkeepers have closed their doors.
Compared with life, money can be earned later.
Hogwarts will obviously be Voldemort's ultimate goal in the end, and Hogsmeade, who is on the sidelines, will not be spared either.
However, the destination of his trip was not closed.
— Honeydukes Candy Shop.
The wooden door painted with green paint seems to have lost a few patches of paint, and the bright green color of the past has faded. In the past, the interior could be seen through the glass window on the left side, but now it is covered with a thin layer of gray. , making it hard to see.
The whole store looks poorly maintained.
The boss sat, looking drowsy.
After Malfoy opened the door.
"Mr. Malfoy?" The boss still remembered the student who helped him a long time ago.
"I'll choose first." He gently raised his wand.
All kinds of packaged, exquisite, and simple commodities flew over in an orderly manner and piled up on the ground.
Gives people the illusion of gathering sand into a tower.
The sharp-edged ones are arranged like bricks, and the excess wrapping paper is folded and hidden underneath, which looks very neat. As for other complicated packages, they are placed on the other side.
The rolled up breeze blew the blue wind chime candies hanging in the shop, and the crisp rattle sounded, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.
Long queues of merchandise.
"Pay the bill." Malfoy said politely, looking at the boss in front of him.
"Let me take an inventory." The boss regained his energy all of a sudden, his eyes lit up.
"Chocolate frog, 60 yuan..."
"Chocolate balls, 100."
"chocolate…"
"chocolate…"
"A total of 12 Galleons and 2 Silver Sickles, let's count it as 12 Galleons." The boss said cheerfully, he has not opened for a long time.
"By the way, you bought so much. The last time the two brothers bought so much was for an experiment, are you?"
If it was the Weasley Brothers, would it be some kind of activity like buying and selling, or as a raw material for some kind of prank food.
But Malfoy is clearly not short of money, nor is he keen on mischief.
So very strange.
"To eat." Malfoy was honest this time, and it was the truth.
The boss naturally didn't believe it, but the store naturally wouldn't refuse the door-to-door business.
Malfoy stuffed these commodities bit by bit into the package that cast the traceless extension spell, and everything was as usual.