Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Sister, what's the matter with you? Since yesterday, your complexion hasn't been very good. Is it because of the game?" Furong pushed in with a pale face and sat on the side of the bed staggeringly. This is her and Gabriel. The interior of the Boothbatten carriage is much larger than what everyone sees, and a small room is provided for each student.

Sister Delacour is more special, in order to take care of her sister, they are two people in a room.

This is a room full of childishness. The whole room is wrapped in a gentle tone, light gold, emerald green, and sky blue, giving people the illusion of being in a fairy tale world.

A few strings were hung from the ceiling, and they were all covered with paper cranes.

In the center of the room is a large coffee table, and the mouth of the teapot on it is radiating heat outward.

At the end of one side, two small beds were placed. One bed was filled with various dolls and dolls. Needless to say, this is naturally Gabriel's small bed.

Most girls at this age like this style.

Gabriel was wearing a velvet pajama just now, lying on the bed looking at an unknown fairy tale picture book, and seeing her sister's face not looking good, she immediately asked with concern.

"It's not because of the game." Furong shook her head weakly, seeming to have withstood a big blow, and then she sat beside Gabriel's bed.

"Tomorrow, my sister may get up early to check things. Gabriel has to go to bed obediently, okay? Don't cry because my sister is not here." Furong took a deep breath, calmed down her mood, and faced Jia. Brie said,

"Yes, sister." Gabriel nodded obediently.

"By the way, sister, how do you spell this word?" Gabriel shook the fairy tale picture book in her hand, which was written line by line in English with novel or moving fairy tales.

In the illustration on the side, a beautiful girl with long golden hair is looking around in the tower. The tower is surrounded by lush dense forests. She has lost her freedom and longs for freedom.

"Where are you?" Furong asked softly, she finally managed to pack her mood, and smiled at her sister.

"What about... Sister," Gabrielle stretched out her finger, stroked the tree, and said in a soft, sweet voice: "Lettuce" slowly grew into the most beautiful in the world Girl, when she was twelve years old, she was witch...in a tower."

"I don't know this word." Gabriel said, pointing to the word in the place she skipped just now.

What she didn't notice was that her sister finally recovered a little bloody face, and suddenly the blood color disappeared again, becoming extremely pale.

"——Incarceration means being locked in a place and losing freedom." Furong explained in a trembling voice.

"That's really pathetic." Gabriel shook her little head, and looked at the "lettuce girl" who yearned for freedom in the illustration with sympathy.

"Gabriel, it's time to go to bed, okay?" Fleur touched Gabriel's forehead, and then her sister put the book on the bedside.

Early the next morning, Furong woke up when the sky was dark, and tiptoed over from the bed, then gently kissed Gabriel’s forehead, began to wash, and finally hurried out of the room. Go straight to the door of the carriage.

The target is the Hogwarts library.

"Azkaban and Newmongard are the two most famous prisons in the wizarding world. The former is famous in the wizarding world for the infamous evil creature dementor as its guard, and the latter is the towering tower that makes The tower of despair."

"If I really committed a serious crime, I would rather be arrested to Newmontgard." A normal wizard said.

"The British Magic Law Enforcement Department established a prison on a small island in the cold waters of the North Sea..."

"Guarded by Dementors,More terrifying than losing freedom is the loss of soul. In a dark prison, the only freedom a prisoner may have is his own mind that can think freely, but the dementor can deprive this only freedom."

"They will swallow all the positive emotions. Once the prisoners are held for a period of time, they will lose all the good feelings and thoughts."

"As for the solution, the only way is the Patronus Charm."

Even though in Busbarton's class, Furong had already learned a part of related history and literature, but when reading it again, Furong still felt a cold chill spread from her heart.

This is really a desperate punishment.

"Am I going to inform him?" Furong asked herself inwardly.

That night, she was going to talk to Mrs. Maxim about the Goblet of Fire, and express her apologies by the way. After all, her principal had quite high expectations for her, and she always felt that she had failed to win the championship. Some are sorry, and then I can also talk about other things by the way, such as Gabriel’s education.

But when she walked to the door of Mrs. Maxim's office and was about to knock on the door, she suddenly heard the voices of two other men in the room, and they seemed to be arguing fiercely.

She distinguished it. It was Dumbledore's voice and Karkaroff's voice. The voice of the former was a little calmer, while the voice of the latter was constantly yelling excitedly.

"Catch him and go to Azkaban." Karkarov's old sweet voice disappeared and turned into a sharp growl, his tone full of resentment.

"I can't think of it, that, a teenager would do something like this. To be honest, Fleur had a good impression of him... Of course, Dumbledore, I support your decision." This is the voice of Mrs. Maxim .

"The Goblet of Fire award ceremony is a good time..." Dumbledore's deep voice penetrated the wall, "We can take this opportunity to announce Voldemort's return and make everyone alert."

"Voldemort's return?" Furong's head suddenly froze, leaning against the wall, it seems that the nerve receiving information cannot withstand such an impactful event

At that time, Voldemort did not just raid Britain, the terror he brought almost spread to the entire European region.

"Is there a good feeling?" She even heard her name during the conversation, and almost immediately thought of the boy.

Then Karkaroff's words confirmed her suspicion.

"I want to strangle the boy named Malfoy with my own hands! If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for him... the man would not be resurrected!" Karkaroff wanted to say the person's name, but he stopped because of fear Up.

"My student has such a problem and I am quite sorry, but anger is of no avail, and he will get the punishment he deserves." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired at this time, as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore. These things.

"He brought that person back?" Furong thought about their words.

Then suddenly there was a crisp noise in the room.

"Kakaroff, this is my most beloved teacup!" Maxim said regretfully.

Maybe it was Karkaroff who shook his teacup out of fear. These hibiscus were not known. The only thing she knew now was that someone might be caught by Azkaban.) Download the free reader!!