Unfortunately, someone's gentleman now seems to be in some minor trouble. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What? Is the Savior going to make a big fuss in Diagon Alley, ready to avenge your best friend?" Malfoy asked, looking at the dark-haired boy in front of him, the lightning-shaped scar on the boy's forehead indicating his identity, most of the holidays had passed, and both of them had grown a little taller, but they hadn't changed much.

On the wide street, Harry blocked Malfoy's path, stared at him cautiously, lest he make any moves, and then said calmly, "You have received the punishment you deserve, and you have paid for it." ”

"And it looks like I can't beat you. Harry added weakly.

"But. Harry looked at Malfoy with his determined gaze, then clenched the holly wand in his hand, and continued, "If you have any other schemes, I will do my best to stop them." ”

"For example. "This time Malfoy was really a little helpless, and he felt like he was being shot while lying down.

"Why did you take a pseudonym at Florin's ice cream parlor just now?"

"Oh, so even the famous Harry Potter likes to listen to other people's corners?" Malfoy reacted, and then deliberately did not look at Harry, but took out his wand and fiddled with it, and the concentration made Harry feel a trace of contempt.

"I'm just .......," Harry was about to explain, because he was writing papers on medieval witches in his shop, and the shopkeeper occasionally gave him guidance, and the shopkeeper was said to be more knowledgeable than Professor Binns, and he had a free cold drink every half an hour.

However, Harry's words were interrupted by Malfoy.

"You have to explain, what have you seen the playboy who left trouble for yourself?" Malfoy asked rhetorically, then turned his nonchalant gaze at Harry and said, "I think our savior should think more about how to save his own life, it is said that Blake escaped from prison for you." Malfoy intimidated him with a hint, and Malfoy was not wrong about it, but no one would understand it in that way.

Yes, he risked his life to watch the ball game for his godson, and when the broom broke, he also sent a new fire crossbow arrow.

"Besides, the person who boasted about his aunt would dare to cast a spell outside of school again?" Malfoy glanced at the wand in Harry's hand again, "I don't think even the Ministry of Magic would indulge you again and again in order to keep you safe." Malfoy said defiantly, as if to provoke him specifically to force him to act.

Harry couldn't help but hesitate when he thought that even Malfoy in front of him had his wand confiscated for casting spells outside the school.

He had at least had his wand in his hand before he had the courage to run away from home, this was his last reliance, and he couldn't imagine what he would do if he was really expelled and his wand confiscated.

Fudge had also told him in the Leaky Cauldron before that the reason why he didn't care about him was because Blake escaped from prison and chose the lesser of two evils, so he was let go.

Now the insufficient evidence and serious consequences made him more and more hesitant.

Yes, what is it to report a fake name, what if he has impersonated Neville before, Harry suddenly thought that he was afraid that others would recognize him, and he also reported a fake name on the knight's bus, so is he also suspicious?

Harry felt more and more that this was the wrong decision he had made in the heat of his head.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if Malfoy really has a conspiracy, wouldn't it be a surprise to jump out and accuse him of swaggering like this?

Harry felt that he might have been suppressed for too long in the past few days to do such an uncool thing.

"I'm sorry. Hallileo said apologetically, then put away his wand and prepared to leave, but he said in a deep voice as he walked towards the Leaky Cauldron and passed by Malfoy.

"Even if you don't tell your name, the playboy will be in trouble sooner or later. Harry ended up with a curse that wasn't a curse.

Malfoy naturally doesn't care, he's not the kind of emotional liar who plays with a girl's feelings, and this is just a response to brush up on someone's bad feelings.

It's just that neither of them would have imagined that the second half of this sentence would become a prophecy a few years later.

Seeing off a protagonist with a strong sense of justice, Malfoy remembered that he still had something to do, and ran all the way back to Gringotts, where the gates of Gringotts were closed and deserted, and there was no such thing as before, except for a few Ministry of Magic officials on duty.

"Uncle Fudge left a folder in his office and asked me to pick it up for him. Malfoy politely said to a tall, thin man in a trench coat with some stubble, and the rest of the people standing guard looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

However, a little embarrassment was soon sent away by a few packs of so-called Muggle-specific cigarettes.

It was only a few minutes between entering and exiting, but when Malfoy came out, he had already seen that these people on duty were already in place and began to swallow clouds and mist.

No lighter? A weaker flame is enough.

"Thank you, uncle. Malfoy didn't forget to thank them as he left.

"It's a small thing. The tall, thin man in the trench coat in the lead took a puff of his cigarette with enjoyment, then slowly exhaled a few thin smoke rings and said, "Be careful all the way, Master Draco." ”

"Hmm. Malfoy nodded, and then walked to the nearest Floo Powder station without looking back, thinking to himself, "When the street bribe is successful, the Ministry of Magic official on duty will run into Voldemort and the fanatical cult members." ”

"Who's going to win?" he asked, with an obvious answer.

Walking into a shop that offered Floo Powder service, Malfoy sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, and the green flames flickered up, and after clearly stating the destination, Malfoy took a deep breath and walked in, followed by an invisible force surging towards him, constantly tearing at his body, he felt the world begin to spin, even if he closed his eyes, the unstoppable feeling of nausea and vomiting still came to him.

"Luckily, I didn't eat much just now. Malfoy thought happily.

Now he is in the downtown area of Muggles, a hidden wizard and Muggle society staging station, on the surface is a small hardware store, a burly middle-aged man with a beard is fiddling with the wrench on the counter, no one will think of him as a wizard at first glance, the counter is full of all kinds of wrenches, screws and parts, the strong smell of paint and plastic fills the whole store, which makes Malfoy subconsciously cover his mouth and nose with his hands.

The man showed his sturdy upper body, and his left arm was tattooed in the shape of an unknown animal, and at first glance he looked like a member of some Muggle underworld, but it also looked like it, and the wand behind him still revealed his wizarding identity.

Malfoy walked over to him, and the man, as if he was aware of it, looked up at him and said, "Young man, there's nothing here that wizards are interested in. ”

"I think so. Malfoy knocked on the glass-made counter, making a crisp sound. Then he asked, "Actually, I just wanted to ask which fruit store is nearby?"

"I think I can help you with that. The man showed a kind smile on his face, which was very different from his image, and expressed his kindness.