Chapter 378: appointment

"A glass of butter beer." Malfoy sat on an old wooden seat without a backrest and waved towards the lady at the bar.
"I..." Pansy sat in the seat opposite him. She swallowed back the "yes" behind, because she saw Malfoy's warning eyes, and her gray eyes revealed an irresistible will.
"A glass of orange juice." She said happily.
"A glass of orange juice." Malfoy continued, and Pansy's reluctant mosquito voice was clearly unable to pass.
"Okay, it's okay." The lady boss' voice quickly spread.
They are now in the three broom bars in Hogsmeade Village.
As for the reason for coming here, it is natural that Malfoy brought Pansy here for
dating
in order to fulfill his promise.
"Dating" is naturally what Pansy thought.
As for Malfoy, he didn't have so much activity, but just looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment of the tavern.
This is in stark contrast with the former court of Wakawaka, and it looks very deserted.
The witch peddling the strange stone was gone, and the wizards with a few pokers keen on gambling were gone, and even the waiters who had been helping in the past were gone.
Because it is not busy at all now, the boss lady can handle it by herself.
Less than three minutes later, two steaming cups were placed on the tray, which was handed over by Mrs. Rosetta.
But after the lady boss approached, she exclaimed in a low voice. She looked surprised and looked at the boy for a few more times.
It seemed as if we were wondering that the man who was still a fugitive the other day, and was chased by the Ministry of Magic, once he came back, and had not rested for a few days, he adjusted the oil with his little girlfriend and came out to date.
But this kind of thing is to think about it in your heart and hide it in your heart.
"Well, a glass of butter beer."
"This little girl's orange juice." The gap between the two cups was intentionally opened, and Pansy looked at him with a smile, but remembered the drunken accident.
Pansy was uncomfortable with her eyes.
"Okay, you talk slowly." Mrs. Rosetta 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 are willing, it's not bad to talk about your campus life, for example, how do the seniors do?" The beer simmering in orange foam exudes tempting When it sounded, Malfoy took a sip and then joked at Pansy.
The girl just stared at him.
"Is there something on my face?" Malfoy only felt a burning gaze.
"Isn't it good to see you? It was too dark that day and I didn't see much." Pansy said with some complaint.
Before he came back, the girl did have a lot to say to him, and many questions to ask him.
But after she really settled down, she didn't know what to ask, or, when her worries settled, her curiosity subsided naturally.
What's more, when he touched his secret, Malfoy was always strictly conservative, and asking it was in vain.
She also knows that there is no reply to the specific details.
It is better not to ask, but also easier.
"Tell me what you have done before." Malfoy began.
"Whatever I can mean, just take care of the younger students and tirelessly tell them what they can and cannot do, or just help the professors with some chores."
"No points can be deducted."
"That is, it looks majestic, it's not done well, and no one listens to discipline..."
Pansy half talked and half complained. Malfoy was just a quiet listener, occasionally inserting a few words and giving suggestions.
This girl only unscrupulously dismissed her pretending tough pretense only in front of him.
"When it's okay, students in several colleges often have conflicts..." Just when Pansy wanted to continue, he suddenly stopped.
"Meeting." The girl glanced at the tattered clock on the side of the wall and stood up, almost tipping the table.
"Are you sure? Malfoy looked at her and knew what happened.
The girl seemed hesitant.
"I won't go again." Malfoy smiled.
"Exactly, you go back first, I have to deal with something"
Pansy left a little bit reluctantly, leaving only Malfoy alone.
"Checkout, if I remember correctly, it should be a few silver Syco..." Malfoy tapped his wand on the table.
Pushed the silver coins over.
"I invited you today, it's time for you to celebrate." Rosmerta wiped his eyes gently, yawned lazily, and looked mature in his expectation.
"It's not worth any money anyway."
"I will live alive in the future, and take care of it a few more times." She said with a smile.
Malfoy also accepted her kindness without being hypocritical, and walked out the door.
He gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and came to the street of Hogsmeade Village. The cold wind blew through. He looked around with some emotion.
Compared with the former city of Menting, it is now rare to see students here, and it seems deserted, and many wizard shopkeepers have closed their doors.
Compared to life, money can be earned later.
Hogwarts will obviously be Voldemort's ultimate goal in the end, and Hogsmeade beside him is equally inevitable.
But the destination of his trip did not close.
-Duke of Honey Candy Shop.
The wooden door painted with green paint seems to have lost a few pieces of paint. The bright green faded in the past. In the past, you can see the inside through the semi-circular glass window on the left, but now it is covered with a thin layer of gray , People do not see the real.
The whole shop looks unmaintained.
The boss sits, sleepy.
After Malfoy opened the door.
"Mr. Malfoy?" The boss remembered the student who had helped him a long time ago.
"I'll choose first." He gently raised his wand.
All kinds of beautifully packed and neatly packed commodities flew over in order and piled up on the ground.
Gives the illusion of gathering sand into a tower.
The edges and corners are arranged like bricks. The excess wrapping paper is folded up and hidden underneath. It looks very neat. As for other complicated packaging, it is placed on one side.
The breeze that rolled up blew the blue wind chimes hanging in the shop, and the crisp bell sounded slowly, slowly slowing down, and finally stopped.
Commodities lined up.
"Check out." Malfoy looked at the boss in front of him and said politely.
"I'll count it." The boss came to the spirit all at once, and his eyes lit up.
"Chocolate frog, 60 pieces..."
"Chocolate balls, 100."
"chocolate…"
"chocolate…"
"A total of 12 Jin Jialong and 2 Yin Xike ~EbookFREE.me~ Even 12 Jin Jialong." The boss said happily, he has not opened for a long time.
"By the way, you bought so much. Last time the two brothers bought so much to do an experiment. Are you?"
If it was the Weasley brothers, would it be something like buying and selling, or as a raw material for some kind of mischievous food.
But Malfoy was obviously not short of money, nor was he a fan of mischief.
So very strange.
"It's for eating." Malfoy was very honest this time, and this is also true.
The boss is naturally unbelievable, but the store will naturally not refuse to enter the business.
Malfoy stuffed these commodities bit by bit into the package where the innocent extension spell was applied, as usual.