Chapter Seventy-Three: The Date Ends
"Habitual thinking is really harmful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" Malfoy began to introspect as he chatted with Fleur in front of him.
If he had only met the girl in Hogwarts in his fourth year, it would have been easy to guess her identity based on his familiarity with the plot, but now it was two years earlier.
It's like if Sirius suddenly escaped from prison in the first year, Malfoy would probably think that it was just a bearded, thin, tall man, and wouldn't sit down at all.
What's more, the current Fleur is two years younger than her debut, and the adolescent girls have changed a lot.
"The storm stirred up by the wings of a butterfly is finally starting to take effect. The direction of the plot has changed somewhat, and he needs to hurry up and lay it out.
The butterfly effect is better than the paint effect.
He was going to change history.
When a bucket of paint is poured into the tributaries of the long river of time, diverted, diverted, and diverted, the paint with a strong color tends to be useless because of the dilution again and again, and the world line finally returns to its original development.
That's the most powerless despair.
"What are you here for?" said Malfoy, seemingly inadvertently.
Fleur didn't think much else about it at all, and replied casually, "Madame Maxim, it's our headmaster." She tilted her head and thought for a moment as she continued, "It seems that Dumbledore has invited her to discuss something in person, and she thinks that taking me out of the house might be able to train me, so she brought me with her. ā
"I also feel like I need to practice my English a little more. She added.
"Goblet of Fire?" Malfoy thought to himself, then continued, "Then it seems that you are quite taken seriously." ā
However, Malfoy didn't expect this casual remark to darken Fleur's expression, "Maybe." She said.
Maxim and she are both mixed-race, and this is no longer a problem worthy of being "discriminated against" in mainstream society, especially in France, which is very open-minded, but sometimes it is difficult for people to overcome their own hurdles, for example, Madame Maxim herself strongly denies that she is a hybrid of giants and ordinary people, which may also be the reason for the bad reputation of giants.
Sometimes Fleur is proud of her mixed race, and sometimes she has a little low self-esteem, who can tell people's emotions?
"Maybe that's what empathy is," Malfoy thought.
Of course, he quickly shifted the topic, and told a few jokes on Weibo in his previous life, which made Furong shift her attention again, and several times she wanted to grin, but in order to maintain the lady's reserve, she had to hold back, and the expression on her face was tight. This made Malfoy, who was sitting across from her, laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Fleur, who had been working hard, felt that the boy in front of her was laughing at him. I couldn't help but ask him ashamedly and annoyed.
"I just think it's a little too hard to live under a mask. After saying that, Malfoy was speechless, and he suddenly thought of himself, isn't he wearing a mask all the time now?
The ensuing scene seemed awkward, and both of them fell silent, mechanically scooping up the remaining ice cream with their spoons.
It was Fleur who broke the awkward silence with her mouth, saying, "It's your choice whether it's hard or not, there's nothing to complain about, and taking off your mask doesn't necessarily make you work faster." ā
Malfoy nodded in agreement.
Just as the atmosphere had eased a bit, Fleur looked up at the window and saw that it was already dark, so she woke up like a dream and said, "Sorry, I think I have to go first, Lady Maxim and I have made an appointment to meet at a Muggle train station." She remembered this very important matter and got up to settle the bill.
Just as she was about to take the money out of her delicate lady's purse to pay the bill, she realized that Malfoy had already walked over to Florin and handed over two gold galleons.
"Okay, I'll have a treat. Malfoy blocked what Fleur was trying to say from behind. Then he added: "If you have money in your wallet to pay the bills, then I have no objection to what you want to do." He said with a shrug.
Fleur then remembered that she had come to Gringotts to withdraw money, and her family was also free of food and clothing, so she also had some savings in the UK, but what happened in the middle of the day made her not withdraw a penny.
Looking at the few silver coins left in her purse, she sighed helplessly.
"Since you have something to do, I'll go first, my father is very familiar with the old man just now, and now my mother probably heard the news of the attack on Gringotts, and I have to go back quickly. Malfoy also felt that it was getting late and it was time to leave.
Then he strode out the door without looking back.
"Ray...."All of this happened a little too quickly to react, and Fleur was about to call out to him when Malfoy's back had disappeared from her gaze.
Fleur began to hate her thin skin. "Why are you so embarrassed to say it?" she blamed herself, she was now almost penniless, but Madame Maxim had agreed with her the time and place of the meeting, could it be that she was going to go? There is also a small note.
It reads: "I think you can wait until the next time we meet to invite me back, your best mode of transportation now is the knight bus, you just have to go out of Diagon Alley, stretch out your hand on that highway that usually holds the wand, and tell the conductor where you are going." If you choose Floo powder, then I think the original money in your bag should be enough, but I'm still worried about your accent, so I don't recommend it. And at the end of the line, it reads: "Finally, I wish you a smooth journey." ā
Now Malfoy has another thoughtful virtue in Fleur's heart, which is obviously a move made with his thin skin in mind.
"He's such a gentleman. She thought.
Later, when she learned the truth, she would not think so, what gentleman would give a false name to a lady?