Then the two of them walked through the gleaming bronze gate, out of the towering white building, and straight over the long cobblestone streets, feeling the sun-scorched ground under their feet. August is coming to an end www.biquge.info but there is no sign of autumn here, the pale golden sun is shining all over the street, and the afternoon sun is a little milder, but it is still a little annoying.

Diagonally opposite is the location of the Florin Cold Drink Shop, where several large bronzing letters above the shop are particularly eye-catching, shining in the sunlight and attracting the attention of the surrounding pedestrians, the elegantly colored striped awning extends from the upper floor to block the sun, the simple wooden chairs and tables are placed in between, and a few potted plants that only exist in the wizarding world are placed outside the door.

"Mr. Florin, long time no see. As soon as Malfoy entered, he greeted the owner.

"Welcome, the last time you and your father came here was a long time ago. The shopkeeper named Florin greeted him too, and he saw a beautiful maiden standing beside Malfoy, who smelled business opportunities with the shrewdness of a merchant.

"This beautiful girl must have come to the shop for the first time, right?" Florin immediately stepped forward and began to start the road of curvy salvation, ready to start from her.

Women and children always have the best money.

After a lot of fanciful touting, even if she was used to being praised, she was still a little embarrassed, and a touch of crimson climbed on her delicate face, and then she listened to his recommendation of a new cold drink or something, so she was naturally embarrassed to refuse.

"Huh. Malfoy smiled when he saw this, he really had a bit of a sense of shopping in his previous life, this strategy is basically invincible for thin-skinned people, and this kind of girl who seems to have been pampered by thousands of people since she was a child has no resistance to this.

However, he does not break it, and he must show a certain amount of sincerity when he invites someone to dinner to express his gratitude. So both of them ordered a rather "luxury" food, which, according to the owner, was based on the best-selling products of many Muggle cold drink shops.

"Today I said that I wanted you to thank me, but in fact, I still want to thank you, I definitely can't deal with those disgusting guys alone. Sitting at the table, the girl spoke to him first, and then expressed her gratitude again. The so-called gratitude was originally an excuse for her to get along.

"Actually, it's so important, if I'm not there, everyone will be dizzy for a while at most, and those things won't dare to use their kisses. Malfoy said calmly.

"It's better to let those guys touch than to die. The girl's body trembled, as if she had thought of something extremely disgusting, and said in an unusually disgusted tone.

"That's right, those guys are disgusting. Malfoy smiled and said approvingly.

"Are all the Hogwarts students so good now?" the girl looked at Malfoy, then asked, "You can't be that Harry Potter, are you?"

No one noticed that a table not far from them had its back to them suddenly shook.

"No, it's not. She quickly dismissed her idea, "He is said to have black hair and a lightning scar on his forehead. She stared at Malfoy's face before jokingly adding, "Unless you have had a cosmetic surgery and hair dye." ”

"I don't think so. Malfoy scooped a small portion of ice cream with a spoon and tasted it, and said that it was worth the money, not to mention that it was worth the money, not to mention that there were beautiful people around him, but the strange feeling in his heart became more and more obvious, and he always felt as if he had neglected something.

"That's right. As if she had suddenly reacted to something important, the girl brushed her long silver hair back, and then stretched out her hand and said, "I have forgotten to introduce myself for so long, my name is Fleur Delacour, you can call me Fleur, I am from Beauxbatons, France, what about you?"

"Fleur Delacour?"

Malfoy finally knew where the awkwardness that haunted him came from.

"You can call me Lei Feng. Malfoy subconsciously gave a pseudonym.

"What a strange name, Rayvon. Fleur repeated it again in her already accented English, and asked, "Does the name mean anything?"

"Well, my parents want me to be a good person. Malfoy explained with a little perfunctory.

Then their wish should have come true. Fleur didn't notice it, and she guessed it might be the name of some British national hero she didn't know, like Joan of Arc in France.