In front of them was a well-decorated tavern, the walls outside the house were planted with creepers, the emerald green leaves climbed in the direction of the sun, the door was an old but clean oak door, and there were several transparent glass windows on both sides of the tavern, and a few small square tables could be faintly seen inside, and a few wine customers were sitting in front of them.

The tavern has no name, perhaps because the owner of the tavern didn't think it was necessary.

Pushing open the wooden door, the light outside the house was immediately absorbed by the dull masonry inside, and the entire wall was made of black marble, on which hung a few rather retro old torches, there was a charm of time in it, and the flames emitted a dim light, which seemed to be full of style.

These are not the most amazing, the most amazing thing is that it is the owner of this bar.

He is a centaur, and he is now pulling the lower limbs of his body through the tavern, and his strong arms are holding the plate, which seems to be at ease, and it seems that he is also working as a bartender.

He moved quickly, moving quickly between the curved oak bar and the wine table.

"Two bottles of rum!" cried out to one of the drinkers, and the centaur hurried over again.

"It looks like France is really quite open in this regard. Malfoy sat in a reclining chair and looked at the centaur tavernkeeper.

The hybrid of giants and ordinary people, Madame Maxim, can be the headmaster of a French magic school, and it is enough to see that they do not value these things.

"Of course!" said Fleur, raising her head proudly, "all intelligent creatures deserve our respect, and there is no distinction between high and low. ”

"Maybe. Malfoy shook his head, not echoing Fleur's words.

"What do you two need?" Just then, the centaur shopkeeper had already come to the wooden table in front of them, and asked, on which there was now a beige ramie tablecloth, but there was no wine on it.

"Two glasses of regular wine would be fine. Malfoy nodded.

French wines are famous, and as for extravagant wines, wizarding society and Muggle society are certainly not a brand, and he himself is not keen on these.

Luxury goods are objects that are detached from specific use values and used to show social status, and more often, as a symbol to indicate one's own class.

"Yes, sir. The centaur shopkeeper nodded.

A woman walked and pushed the door in, and the dim light of the torch shone on her hair, exuding a surprising mystery, it was a vivid violet color, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

There were even men who whistled.

Even if the face is not too flamboyant, just ordinary, this hair is enough to attract the attention of many people.

"Is it really ghostly?" Malfoy's brow furrowed, and then quickly smoothed, because he didn't see Lupin's figure, and it seemed that the Auror lady was not in the state of a mission.

I saw that her eyes were scattered, and there seemed to be tear stains in the corners of her eyes, like a sad woman who had fallen out of love and came to buy drunk.

Malfoy prefers to believe that this is a coincidence.

This is indeed a coincidence.

After being tricked at the time, Lupin gave up the decision to follow him, after all, it was only his own unfounded suspicion for a while, and it was not too strange for the other party to find out and see through the trick.

And he's still confident in his ability to get rid of tracking.

"Is she pretty? I don't think so. Fleur looked at Malfoy with some annoyance and set her eyes on Tonks.

"This is the Auror's partner just now, and I think she's just avoiding suspicion. Malfoy explained.

"So what do we do?" Fleur asked in a whisper, not looking at Tonks again.

"It's a coincidence to pretend nothing happened. Malfoy whispered, then raised the glass that had been given to him and took a sip.

Too much alcohol can affect one's judgment, but moderate amounts are fine.

"This young lady, may I have the pleasure of giving you a drink?"

A man crept up to Tonks' side, accosted him flirtatiously, and put a hand on her shoulder

"," Tonks said coldly, as her hair quickly and unusually turned black, and the small square wine table began to tremble, and the wine glasses on the table suddenly jumped, splashing the liquid in them, splashing the face of the man who was talking.

The man angrily drew his wand, and Tonks was faster than him.

"Except for your weapons!"

Violent light flickered in the pitch-black tavern, and the man was instantly pushed against the wall by the huge impact, and then slowly slipped down from it, completely losing the ability to resist.

"Harrison Harriman, an Englishman, once used the Bewitchment Charm on a female Muggle on the streets of England, attacked the Aurors after being discovered, resisted capture, and then fled to North America, and recently appeared in France, at the request of the French Ministry of Magic, hereby jointly arrested. Tonks said coldly.

The man's face immediately turned to ashes.

"Well, misjudgment. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to Fleur, "I'm here to get down to business, but it's none of our business." ”

"The acting is good. He added in his heart.

As the sky darkened, the bright sunlight faded and night fell, and in contrast to the neon lights of Muggle society, each shop in the bazaar hung a small lantern-like object in front of its shop, emitting a colorful glow, and the owners of the stalls gathered their stalls.

The innkeeper's eyes scanned back and forth between the two of them, looking at "How many rooms?"

"One. ”

Fleur's eyes widened, her beautiful blue pupils filled with incredible emotion, staring at Malfoy.

Suddenly, a faint red glow was spread on his face.

"Won't you go home and have a look? This room is my single room. Malfoy said slowly.

"Is that okay?" Fleur asked with some hesitation, but then in surprise, skipping the shy mood just now.

"Of course. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly. "You seem to be a little distracted, which is not good for our actions in the future, and I don't want a distracted assistant. ”

"If you go back completely, it's actually a good result. ”

"Of course not!" Fleur said quickly, "I won't let them find out about me, I'll just go back and see, how about I'll meet you here tomorrow." ”

It was a great opportunity for her.