Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 138: Is this like a marriage proposal? (Sugar)

Harry had no training in social etiquette.

But somehow, there was something naturally majestic about Narcissa's demeanor.

Inducing Harry to bend down and gently lift up Narcissa's hand.

He placed it three centimeters from his lips and kissed it softly, then let go and stood up.

After Harry finished his greeting, he realized that he was just imitating a scene in a movie and was afraid that something might go wrong.

Draco was overjoyed that Harry was so well behaved that he thought he had practiced this especially for him.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter."

Narcissa also smiled as she listened to Harry introduce himself.

The crowd that Daphne and Pansy had led away had not gone far yet, and the two of them wanted to see how Harry behaved, so they looked back from time to time.

So when Harry introduced himself, he could clearly hear about a dozen people cheering.

"Did the boy say he was Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter is here too? I…I really should have brought my grandson along!"

Harry was a little distracted by the noisy whispers, but Narcissa's smiling question forced his attention back.

"How can I help you, Mr. Potter?"

The group of people stopped immediately and focused their eyes on him and the Malfoy mother and daughter.

This made Harry feel extremely stressed and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

But seeing Draco's fair and delicate face full of blush,

I suddenly gained the courage to speak without hesitation.

"Excuse me, but I wonder if Mr. Malfoy is nearby?"

Hearing Harry's question, not only Narcissa and Draco, but also the people who were paying attention were a little surprised.

Everyone thought that Harry was going to ask Narcissa for permission to invite Draco to sit at the same seat.

"My husband is accompanying the Minister of Magic to receive foreign guests."

"Mr. Potter, are you sure you are here to look for my husband?"

Narcissa narrowed her eyes, and Harry was frightened and quickly denied it.

"No...it's not."

"I...I just thought that maybe it would be more appropriate to wait until you and your wife were together before speaking."

Seeing the encouragement in Narcissa's eyes, Harry had no choice but to continue.

"In fact, your daughter and I were classmates at Hogwarts."

"I wonder if I can have the honor to ask for your permission—"

"Let me invite Miss Malfoy to share my seat during the tournament."

The words that came out of my mouth were embarrassing even to myself.

This was after he discovered that Mr. Weasley had collected a large number of "Muggle Talk" at Weasley's house.

Secretly cramming the speaking methods I had learned with Hermione.

Fortunately, Narcissa didn't seem to mind.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Mr. Potter."

"I'm happy to support it, but whether the invitation is successful or not depends on Draco."

Narcissa had never expected that she would nod in agreement directly. She turned to Draco with great joy.

Before he could speak, Draco had already opened his folding fan to cover his face.

But it couldn't hide the blush on her forehead that was exposed by the upper edge of the folding fan.

Harry suppressed his smile, lowered his head and bowed.

Put your left hand behind your back and slowly raise your right palm.

"Miss Malfoy, may I have the honor of inviting you to join us?"

Draco said nothing, but Harry saw her quietly extend her right hand as well.

While letting Harry hold him, Draco's fingertips trembled slightly and he nodded his charming head lightly.

Somehow, a soft applause suddenly broke out among the staring crowd.

Harry turned sideways and found Daphne holding Pansy's upper arm tightly, with tears in her eyes.

Pansy stared at him, her eyes full of warning.

Before Harry could come to his senses, he felt a heat coming from his ears.

At some point, Narcissa came close to him, bent down, and chuckled and whispered.

"Mr. Potter, I forgot to remind you."

"Inviting my daughter to sit with you makes it look like a marriage proposal."

"My husband won't be too happy if he finds out."

Unlike Draco's refreshing scent, Narcissa's had a dangerously intoxicating sweetness.

Harry had barely finished speaking when he heard Lucius' voice in fear.

"Ah, Fudge, I suppose you haven't met my wife, Narcissa!"

"Of course, you've already met Draco. They're just..."

The words stopped abruptly before they were finished, but Fudge obviously didn't realize the reason.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Draco, you're even more beautiful!"

"Oh! Isn't this Harry!"

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"Nice to meet you, Minister."

"Allow me to introduce to you and the foreign guests the families that are co-sponsoring this event with the Malfoy family."

As if to avoid embarrassment, Narcissa immediately put her arm around her husband after Harry and Draco greeted Fudge.

He cleverly took Fudge, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and the visiting team a few steps away;

At the same time, he signaled with his eyes for Pansy and Daphne to come to Draco.

"Of course. Of course."

"I'll find time to introduce Harry Potter to them later."

Fudge agreed immediately.

"Speaking of Harry Potter, he just very gentlemanly invited my daughter to sit with him, and I accepted."

Lucius' eyes widened when he heard this, and he was about to speak, but his wife's tightly grasped hand gave him a silent warning.

"Really? They're classmates at Hogwarts, right?!"

Fudge obviously thought the banquet was a great success. He was in a good mood and laughed heartily.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic and officials seemed to stir when they heard Harry's name.

"Yes. They happen to be both seekers, so there might be a lot to talk about in the game."

"Let's not bother the young people."

"Minister, allow me to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass and Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson."

The mother dragged the father away, and the father kept looking back at her.

Draco felt a little guilty, but also smiled.

"It looks like the game is about to start."

Daphne spoke softly beside Draco, watching as more and more people moved toward the front of the platform.

"Where's Astoria?"

This was the first time Harry had heard Draco speak since Sirius's escape.

I almost forgot how clear and pleasant her voice was.

"I don't know. She said she was going to see a friend, but she disappeared."

Daphne frowned, clearly worried.

"That's all we need to worry about. Please take your seats, Draco, Potter."

Pansy said, secretly scratching her cheek with her index finger as she looked at Draco.

It seemed to be telling Draco not to blush all the time.

"Yes, go ahead."

Daphne urged, staring at Harry.

"Take good care of Draco, okay?"

"That's so gentle, Daphne."

Pansy looked somewhat disapproving and glared at Harry coldly.

"If you dare to bully Draco, we will seek revenge on you."

She had not yet forgiven Harry for misunderstanding Draco, although Harry did not understand Pansy's hostility.

"I can take care of myself!"

Draco couldn't help but protest, but he still couldn't hide his shyness.

He was stunned for a moment, seemed to realize something was wrong, and quickly continued speaking.

"And what should I take care of?"

"It's just a game, why are you talking about it like it's a warning for the future?"

"The future or something, but it was you, Miss Malfoy, who brought it up yourself. Daphne and I never mentioned it."

Pansy smiled and left with Daphne, not forgetting to glare at Harry.

Looking at the three of them getting along, Harry smiled foolishly as he recalled his friendship with Hermione and Ron.

As if he had noticed, Ron and Hermione also sat on the double seat together.

Looking around, I found that only a few people were still on the platform.

"May I have the honor to take a seat with Miss Malfoy?"

Once again, he leaned forward slightly and raised his palms, and finally Draco couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Where on earth did you learn such an awkward way of speaking?"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and let Harry lead it.

"Muggle talk."

Harry also laughed, looking at Draco's rosy face, knowing that he was not much better.

The two walked in silence, feeling each other's hands overlapping each other...

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