[HP]Helen Pan

Chapter75

Italian latte coffee is almost a milk drink. Its milky aroma is full-bodied, and you can still feel that lubricating taste when you sip your mouth.I watched the platinum-blond guy with a smirk finish the cup of coffee in his hand, and then I felt something, like the taste of happiness.

At this moment, Draco was sitting on the bar across from me, and he gave me a look of distaste, and said, "You woman is so stupid. You don't have to smirk all the time. You should be more decent as my lover." .Look at you, you look like a wild girl on the street. Seriously, didn't your grandfather teach the etiquette that noble ladies should have?"

"Of course Arthur taught it, but I don't like to use it." I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, and at this moment a thought flashed through my mind.I smiled flatteringly at Draco, "Do you have time this afternoon?"

Draco took another bite of the snack and put it into his mouth, he nodded and said casually, "There's nothing to do these days."

"Then, shall we go on a date? The Muggle type." I looked at him with a smile, and then added coquettishly, "Occasionally, can I experience the Muggle type of date?"

Draco coughed unnaturally when I saw him, his pale cheeks gradually began to turn red, the cunning guy looked away and looked elsewhere flickeringly.He said with some displeasure, "Can't you at least have the reserve of an ordinary girl?"

"I like you, and you like me too, why should I be reserved?" I asked him back.

"Hey! Did I tell you that I like you?" Draco suddenly turned his head and stared at it, and that serious look was actually a little cute.

"Then what do you mean—don't like me?" I followed his lead and asked back.

"Who said that?" Draco retorted, and then he realized his overly childish behavior, stood up as if he was angry, and paced back and forth in the small shop in distress.

As a native Italian, I must admit that I, too, have had a lot of unrealistically romantic ideas.For example, I had an idea after watching "Around the World in Eighty Days". I hope that one day I can travel around the world with my favorite person in one day.Although this idea seems absurd now, at least we can still go around in Italy.

I found the portkey given by my grandfather from the room, and when Draco was still a little confused, I took his hand and put it on the portkey.

The next moment, Draco and I were in a telephone booth on the side of Florence.

"Where is this place?" Draco still looked a little dizzy, he had to wrap his arms around my waist in the narrow phone booth to make the space inside the phone booth more spacious.

"This should be the entrance to the Italian office of the Ministry of Magic." I turned my head and looked around. There was no one outside the glass phone booth, and no one should have noticed the sudden appearance of the two of us.

Draco suddenly took a deep breath, he suddenly tightened his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear with some ambiguity, "Don't move, your hair scratches my neck very itchy."

"But don't you feel so uncomfortable?" I tilted my head and smiled, "Let me do something that makes us both comfortable. For example..."

"Like what?" Draco stared at me, with some expectation in his gray-blue eyes.

"For example, open the door and let the two of us go out." As I spoke, I unlatched the door and pushed open the door of the phone booth and walked out.Draco was still in the phone booth, and under my gaze, he turned his head and coughed twice in embarrassment before walking out quickly with big strides.

"Eat ice cream?" I looked at the young master with a gloomy face and suggested kindly, "Italian handmade ice cream is the best in the world!" As I said, I took out the ice cream in my wallet from the roadside I bought two ice creams at the stall.

I put a vanilla ice cream in front of Draco, who held out his hand and didn't eat it, just looked at the peppermint ice cream in my hand.Then he asked, "Why do you have two scoops of ice cream in your share?"

"This one!" I put a scoop of ice cream into my mouth, then squinted my eyes and smiled at the ice cream stand owner, "The handsome guy said, I'm pretty, so he gave me an extra ball for free."

Draco followed my gaze, his face darkening when he noticed the shopkeeper was smiling at me too.As if taking an oath of ownership, he put his arm on my shoulder and half-forced me into his arms.Then he put the extra ball of ice cream from my paper cup into his own cup, "Don't strike up a conversation with men casually in the future, they don't have any good things."

"Aren't they good things?" I asked back with a smile.

Draco seemed to have noticed his slang, he coughed before adding, "Of course, I'm an exception."

"You guys are getting more and more narcissistic!" I squinted at Draco, although I was bickering with him, somewhere in my heart felt sweet, and this feeling was sweeter than the ice cream in my hand good.

"Look! This is the Ponte Vecchio. It was built in ancient Rome, and it is the oldest bridge in Florence." Draco and I stood side by side on the embankment of the Arno River, holding a The sweetest ice cream in Italy, Vecchio in the distance - this bridge across history, this feeling is very wonderful and subtle.

Draco looked a bit shy in his Muggle clothes and took my hand. His hand was as thin as his own, bony, but comfortable to hold.I took him to a street vendor and bought two small brass locks. He wanted to pay but was embarrassed because he only had wizard gold.I paid the money logically, and then dragged the somewhat sullen Draco onto the bridge full of history.

"Draco, look at the mask in that window!" I dragged him to the shops on both sides of the bridge

ahead.Originally, there were stalls selling fruits and vegetables on both sides of Ponte Vecchio, but with the passage of time, the shops on both sides of this historic bridge have been occupied by expensive goldware shops. Just looking at the prices marked by the shopkeepers is enough to scare people. Return ordinary tourists.

"Hey! I like that, can you give it to me another day?" I pointed to the pure white spaghetti mask inlaid with pure gold, precious stones and bright feathers in the window.The mask, illuminated by the warm light, looked incomparably radiant.

My mother said that the most important thing for a man is to save face, but as women, we must also save some face for men.Like just now, Draco must have felt bruised about my pride because I was paying the bill, so I had to figure out a way to save his face as much as possible.

Hearing what I said, Draco's face slowly warmed up.He looked at the masks in the window and snorted disdainfully. He squeezed my palm slightly, and then smiled, "You want that one? Of course there is no problem. I can give you a more expensive one."

"Okay!" I smiled and looked sideways at his somewhat smug face, "But I want the gift you gave me with your own money, not your father's."

Draco probably didn't expect me to answer like that.He frowned and looked at me with some scrutiny, then lowered his head and whispered in my ear, "If that's the case, I can't give it to you immediately."

"No problem!" I shrugged my shoulders with a smile and said casually, "I can wait. And I believe it won't take long, right?"

My answer seemed to make Draco very satisfied. He lowered his head and kissed my forehead. For the rest of the time, he always had a complacent look on his face.Just like what my mother said, men are often less coaxing than you expect, they are just lip service, so why not do it?

It's often said in Muggle novels that love makes women stupid, and I think there's a good reason for that.Now Draco's happiness seems to be like my happiness, and his smile can bring me such great satisfaction.

There is a distinctive sculpture in the center of the bridge, and the fence of the sculpture is covered with locks of all sizes.I looked down at the locks written in different languages, and then nodded in confirmation.

"Where's the lock you bought just now?" I shook my hands, then turned to look at Draco behind me.He pouted, and then took out the two locks from his trousers pocket.I took the marker pen I had with me from my pocket and wrote my name on the lock, then handed the pen to Draco to encourage him to write my name on the other lock as well.

"What are you doing?" Draco finally couldn't help asking after watching me fasten the two locks to the fence.

I smiled at him wickedly, and proudly put the keys of the two locks in my pocket, "Don't you know? This is the legend of Ponte Vecchio. As long as the lover who buckles the lock here Will be a lifetimeChapter75...

Together and not apart, this symbolizes the eternity of love. "Speaking, I smiled and dialed the two copper locks that were locked together.

Draco gasped, then asked, "Is this a curse?"

"How is that possible? It's something Muggles made." I rolled my eyes at Draco, and then walked forward leisurely.

"Then this thing isn't going to be cast with the Unbreakable Curse?" Draco asked again after following me.

"Of course not, that's not possible at all." I replied easily.

Draco quickly caught up with me, and grabbed my wrist domineeringly, "Then why did you put away both keys?"

I stuck out my tongue at the serious Draco and made a grimace, "I keep the key so that we can open the two locks after we break up one day..."

I was interrupted by Draco's sudden movement before I could finish speaking. He quickly reached into my pocket and took out two keys, and then smartly asked the keys to be thrown into the Arno River.

"What are you doing?!" I grabbed his arm but didn't have time to stop his movement.

Draco raised his eyebrows at me triumphantly and smiled, he said, "Now you don't have a key. Let me see how you open these two locks!" Draco looked a little embarrassed when he said that, But the intentional or unintentional meanness revealed in the corners of his brows and eyes actually makes me feel quite cute...

I think falling in love can really lower people's IQ.

After that date, I got a package from Draco.There is a mirror, a double-sided mirror, which is as effective as a high-end video intercom.The small mirror is sporadically inlaid with some small grains of gem decorations, which looks gorgeous but not too heavy.

This small mirror makes the days when we can't meet each other better.Every morning when I wake up, Draco, the aristocratic young master, must still be trapped in his soft bed. At this time, I will probably use this small mirror to quarrel with him, and it will definitely make him unbearable to get out of the bed. When I jump up, I will close the mirror contentedly.

When life is too happy, people will selectively forget some troublesome things.

Like now, I feel like a normal girl in love, but I forget I'm an underage witch,

At this moment, a storm is brewing in the wizarding world.

I was going to spend the weekend at my grandfather's house that day, but I ran into the relative who gave me the most headache.

Uncle Alec's face was as beautiful as ever, and his blue eyes seemed to rest on me without emotion.He put a large stack of heavy magic books in front of me, and then told me that he wanted me to master the magic on it as soon as possible, and if there was anything I didn't understand, I could ask him.

Such a sudden show of affection made me a little nervous and nervous, after all, this uncle had been looking down on me with a superior attitude before.Why is he suddenly softening his posture now?

And even more worryingly,

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