[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"...How could she have the face to show up?"

"I don't know how things will end."

"Sylvia really went all out and contacted the "Daily Prophet" directly."

……

Edwin pulled all the gossip from the ladies, and she took a sip of champagne with satisfaction: the effect was much better than she expected. The couple has been very low-key recently, and Lopez has even disappeared for two weeks. appear in any social occasion.

She successfully persuaded Sylvia to participate in her plan. Although this slightly hurt their relationship, it was not a loss, and even worth it...if everything went smoothly.

Lopez claims to be notorious and unafraid of bad words, but Ethan Zabini is not the same.He can tolerate the world's comments on his absurd marriage, but once things rise to the level of threatening the reputation of the Zabini family, he will definitely not sit at home.After all, in essence, Ethan, like those who came from an ancient pure-blood family, regards family honor above all else.

As long as you have the heart, it is really easy to grasp the weaknesses of others.

"Mrs. Zabini, I have known you for a long time."

She immediately put on a face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and looked up at the person who came: "Are you?"

"The current manager of the Three Lions." The other party concealed his name, but told her his identity.Edwina's heart was full of alarm bells, she was still smiling, but remained silent.Seeing that she didn't speak for a while, the man had no choice but to continue: "You are a sensible person, so I'll just say something straight."

"Please."

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in. I don't want to continue to work for a woman who doesn't understand the value of Quidditch." , which is unprecedented.”

She glanced at each other.Is it such a coincidence that she just showed signs of being openly hostile to Lopez, and an opportunity came to her door.

Of course, she might just be thinking too much...

"Maybe it's because of your lack of ability. After all, when Mr. DuPont was in charge, the performance and reputation of the Three Lions team have always been very good." Edwin pulled deliberately, "Besides, I don't think Mrs. Lopez will know how to play the game." Instructs the team in all matters."

"Mrs. Lopez generously offered some positions in the team to people close to her," the other party explained calmly. "Nepotism has brought down the Three Lions."

"I regret that."

"You don't want to come to the rescue?"

"Buying a Quidditch team is never easy."

"This team means a lot to you, Mrs. Zabini." He hastily persuaded, "And with your financial resources, it is not difficult to buy a team that is dying."

Edwina couldn't help laughing out loud: "I want to buy it, but is there anyone willing to sell it?"

"So, are you interested in buying it?"

Edwina looked at the other party carefully, but did not answer directly: "What do you think?"

He poured a glass of wine for himself and her each, and took a sip first: "I will do my best to help you."

Edwin pulled the wine glass in his hand, his smile unchanged: "It's just an empty promise."

"I'm a man of promise."

"You don't even reveal your name." Edwina peeked out the answer from the other person's eyes, "Lopez sent you to find me, right?"

"You really are not a mindless fool." The other party completely tore off the disguise, "Mrs. Lopez is willing to give up the Three Lions at a low price."

"What about the conditions?" she asked, "I guess it's not just as simple as letting Sylvia stop? Once her reputation is ruined, it's hard to get back. Besides, she is a woman with a bad reputation."

He was silent.

Edwin pulled a smile, took the wine glass from his hand, and took a sip under his gradually cooling eyes.At the same time, she shook the liquid in her glass: "What's in it?"

"Mrs. Zabini," a silver light flashed, and before she could react, something cold and sharp was already pressed against her throat, while the other hand held a wand in her other hand, "come with me. Otherwise Things didn’t end so well.”

"Where are you going? To Lopez's place?" Edwina asked back, "It's because I left with you that the matter can't end! She is so bold that she dared to hijack me at the banquet openly."

"Madame Zabini—"

"Lopez's IQ is really not high, and he can even use such a bad trick." Now they are in a slightly remote position. Although they are not in a blind spot, their posture at the moment is more like whispering intimately to outsiders. Edwina quickly thought about the countermeasures, "I originally suspected that you belonged to Ethan Zabini, but now it seems that I wronged him."

"If you don't cooperate, then forgive me for being rude."

"How can you?"

The other party didn't answer, just waved the magic wand in his hand lightly, and a red light flashed very quickly——

Silent spell.

"Mrs. Zabini is drunk," said the person sent by Lopez who carried Edwina through the guests in a tens of seconds. "I will send her to the lounge upstairs."

The first half of his sentence is a pure lie, but the second half is true.

However, Lopez is waiting in that lounge at the moment.

"You're awake." A smiling voice said in the darkness, and then suddenly the room was brightly lit.

Edwin rubbed his temples, turned his head to look at the person who was sitting leisurely in the armchair watching the night view outside the window: "Mr. Chatillon, you are quite a gentleman."

"I don't have the habit of taking advantage of others, Edwina." Chatillon looked at her with a smile, and there was an empty wine glass on the tea table in front of him, which was given to her by the man earlier, "This glass of wine has been replaced You drank."

She glanced at the time, about an hour had passed.

"When Lopez sees her people unconscious and thrown in the garden, her expression must be very exciting." Chatillon sighed regretfully, "I thought you had some superb tricks to protect yourself Zhouquan, I didn't expect a stun spell to bring you down, Edwina."

"Thank you for saving your life." Edwin sat up and stroked his hair, "But why are you here?"

"Of course it's a hero who saves the beauty, and I request your reply by the way." Chatillon pointed to the clock, "Today is my last day in England."

"so what?"

"So, what are you thinking about?" He smiled slyly, "Next time, someone might show up in time to save you from fire and water."

Volume 400 Godefroy de Chatillon: [-] Years of Fright