"A glass of butterbeer. Malfoy sat on an old-fashioned, backless wooden chair and waved to the proprietress at the bar.

"I—" Pansy sat across from him. She swallowed the "yes" behind her, because she saw Malfoy's warning gaze, and her gray eyes revealed an irresistible will.

"A glass of orange juice. She said whimfully.

"A glass of orange juice. Malfoy went on to say that Pansy's mosquito-like reluctance was clearly unreachable

"Okay, right away. The hostess's voice came quickly.

They are now located at the Three Broomsticks Bar in Hogsmeade.

As for the reason for coming here, it is natural that Malfoy brought Pansy here for a "date" in order to fulfill his promise.

The word "date" is naturally Pansy's thoughts.

As for Malfoy, he didn't have so much mental activity, just looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment of the tavern, and was a little emotional for a while.

It is in stark contrast to the crowded city of the past, and it looks very deserted.

The witch who peddled strange stones was gone, the wizard who was keen on gambling with a few decks of poker was gone, and even the attendants who used to help in it were gone.

Because I'm not busy at all now, the proprietress can do it alone.

After less than three minutes of waiting, two steaming cups were placed on the tray and handed over by Mrs. Rosemurta.

However, after the proprietress approached, she exclaimed in a low voice, and she looked at the boy a few more times in surprise.

It seems to be strange that the person who was still working as an outlaw a few days ago, who was hunted by the Ministry of Magic, came back and didn't rest for a few days, so he and his little girlfriend Miri made oil and went out on a date.

But this kind of thing is also thought about in the heart, hidden in the heart, and cannot be spoken.

"Well, a glass of butterbeer. ”

"This little girl's orange juice. He deliberately opened the gap between the two cups, and glanced at Pansy with a smile, but he still remembered the drunken accident.

Pansy was a little uncomfortable with her gaze.

"Okay, you talk slowly. Mrs. Rosmerta took the empty tray with her and returned to the bar.

"Let's talk, don't you have a lot to say to me, and if you want, you might as well talk about your school life, like how you become a prefect?" Malfoy took a sip of the bubbling orange-yellow beer and then quipped Pansy.

The girl just stared at him.

"Is there something on my face?" Malfoy felt only a burning gaze.

"Can't you look at you? It was so dark that I didn't see much of it. Pansy said with some grumbling.

Before he returned, the girl did have a lot to say to him, a lot of questions to ask him.

But after she really settled down, she didn't know what to ask, or rather, when her worries calmed down, her curiosity naturally subsided somewhat.

What's more, when it comes to his secrets, Malfoy has always been strictly guarded, and it is useless to ask.

She also knew that there would be no reply to the specific details.

It's better not to ask, it's much easier.

"Tell me what you've done before. Malfoy provoked.

"I can do whatever I want, just take care of the younger students, and take the trouble to tell them what they can and can't do, or help the professors with chores. ”

"No points can be deducted. ”

"That is, it looks majestic, but it is not done well, and others do not see it......

Pansy was half talking, half complaining, and Malfoy was just quietly in the audience, occasionally interjecting and giving advice.

Only in front of him did this girl unscrupulously take off her pretending to be tough.

"When it's okay, the students of several houses often have conflicts......" Just as Pansy was about to continue, she suddenly stopped.

"Meeting. The girl glanced at the tattered clock hanging on the side of the wall, stood up, and nearly overturned the table.

"Yes, Malfoy knew what was going on when he looked at her.

The girl looked hesitant.

"I'm not going to go again. Malfoy smiled.

"That's right, you go back first, I still have to deal with something"

Pansy reluctantly left, leaving Malfoy alone to pour himself a drink.

"Checkout, if I'm not mistaken, it should be a couple of silvers," Malfoy tapped his wand on the table.

Pushed the silver coin over.

"I'm invited today, so I'm going to celebrate with you. Rosmerta wiped the corners of her eyes lightly, yawning lazily, looking forward to revealing a mature style

"It's not worth a lot of money anyway. ”

"In the future, I will take care of it a few more times. She laughs.

Malfoy accepted her kindness without pretense and walked out the door.

Gently pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, he came to the street of Hogsmeade Village, and the dry and cold wind blew, and he looked around, with some emotion.

Compared to the once crowded city, students can rarely be seen 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 will not be spared.

However, the destination of his trip was not closed.

- Duke Honey's Candy Shop.

The green painted wooden door seems to have lost a few pieces of paint, and the vivid green of the past has faded, and the inside can be seen through the glass window that encloses a semi-circle on the left side, but now it is covered with a thin layer of gray, which makes it difficult to see.

The whole shop looks unkept.

The boss sits, drowsy.

Malfoy pushed the door open.

"Mr. Malfoy?" the boss remembered the student who had helped him a long time ago.

"I'll pick first. He raised his wand slightly.

All sorts of packaged and clumped, exquisite, and humble goods flew over in an orderly manner and piled up on the ground.

It gives people the illusion of gathering sand into a tower.

The angular ones are arranged like bricks, and the excess wrapping paper is folded up and hidden underneath, which looks very neat, and as for other complex packaging, it is placed on one side.

The breeze blows the blue chime candy hanging in the store, and the crisp rattle rings, gradually slows down, and finally stops.

There is a long queue of goods.

"Check out. Malfoy looked at the boss in front of him and said politely.

"I'll take an inventory. The boss suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes lit up.

"Chocolate Frog, 60 pieces..."

"Chocolate balls, 100 pcs. ”

"Chocolate..."

"Chocolate..."

"It's a total of 12 gold gallons and 2 silver sico, even if it's 12 gold gallons. The owner happily said that he hadn't opened for a long time.

"By the way, you bought so much, last time the two brothers bought so much for experiments, are you?"

If it was the Weasley brothers, would it be a reselling or something, or would it be an ingredient in some kind of mischievous food?

But Malfoy is clearly not short of money, nor is he a prankster.

So it's very strange.

"Used to eat. "Malfoy was honest this time, and he was telling the truth.

The boss naturally didn't believe it, but the store naturally wouldn't refuse to deliver business to the door.

Malfoy tucked the merchandise into the parcel with the Traceless Extension Charm cast, and it was business as usual.