Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"We are heading south now." Furong spread out a world map on the desk in front of her, sliding it with her slender white fingers, and muttered while looking at it.

"Are you going to France? I can be a tour guide." Furong's azure blue eyes began to shine and became excited.

"Then we seem to be going to Port Calais first." Furong closed her eyes briefly and recalled, quickly said.

Busbarton’s representative team arrived by the rune, and did not take the Muggle transportation, but Fleur still knew this, because she had followed Mrs. Maxim earlier.

But that was in 1993.

At this time, the British Ministry of Magic had already imposed many restrictions on the use of Floo fans. In response to Voldemort's return, the supervision of Apparition became more stringent, so the two chose trains as their mode of transportation.

Of course, Malfoy has not actually been to those places, and does not support the conditions for using Apparition. Furthermore, the farther the distance is, the greater the power required for Apparition. He wants to reach his destination. Knowing how many straits have to be crossed-then maybe I will be pumped into adulthood first.

"Where should we go first?" Furong stretched out her finger and gestured.

"Provence? Actually I don't like it very much. I think the only advantage there is the good air, otherwise, the Louvre? I like many Muggle artists, and they do a good job in music, at least A lot better than Cetina Warbeck, think about it, why would such a vulgar song "You Take My Heart with a Magic Hook" so popular?" Fleur said in a complaining tone.

"We are not traveling there. Besides, I think the best way to spend the boring time of the trip is to sleep." Malfoy glanced at Fleur, yawned tiredly, said sleepily, and then closed his eyelids. Started to take a nap.

"I think the safest way to deal with it right now is-you take her back immediately, and what awaits me next is not a journey purely for entertainment." Closing his eyes, Malfoy's mind was not Consciously emerged the last dialogue with Dumbledore not long ago.

The forbidden forest under the night was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and all sorts of whistling sounds came from the bushes, and reptiles seemed to dominate here.

"It's not a gentleman's behavior to make a lady sad, and I won't allow anyone to be attacked in front of my eyes anymore," the silver phoenix said in a comforting tone.

"First of all, I am a wizard." Malfoy shook his head, denied Dumbledore's statement, and said seriously.

"Well, it's just that I now think multiple assistants would be better." Phoenix made a thoughtful look.

"She might only add to the chaos. For example, not long ago, in the riots in the auditorium, it is not a good thing that sensibility overwhelmed reason." Malfoy rubbed his wand and frowned.

"Then can I also say that what you are doing now is that sensibility overwhelms rationality? Mr. Malfoy?" There was an old laughter from Phoenix's mouth.

"If rationality really overwhelms everything, I think you should be an ordinary student at Hogwarts now, and you wouldn't have deliberately found me long ago, right?" The old man said meaningfully.

"And I don't think so. I think it might be a good thing. Please trust an old man's intuition. At least, you have an extra free translation, don't you?" The old man said kindly with the help of Phoenix, and was still open in the end. Made a joke.

"I think English is enough, and that's not our destination." Malfoy didn't realize Dumbledore's humor.

"Well, let's not talk about this topic. I just want to say that Voldemort will not understand the cause of the wand abnormality so quickly, at least this will not be his top priority, so we still have more time." Phoenix then became serious and said.

Malfoy thought in silence for a moment.

"Well...someone is coming, knocking on the door of my office, our communication can come to an end, good luck! Have a good journey! Mr. Malfoy." The silver frost-colored phoenix gave a soft cry, and then his silver body Gradually, it turned into a cloud of illusory smoke, which drifted in the wind to the end of the jungle.

Dumbledore lifted the patron saint curse and left.

At this time, the phoenix elegy echoing in Furong's ears disappeared at the same time. She walked over with light steps and came to Malfoy.

"First, I want to declare one thing first." Malfoy said sternly.

"At present, all the dementors in Azkaban have actually disappeared, so even if I was caught just now, I won't become the idiot in your mouth in the end."

For a moment, Furong's expression fell into a horror. In the night, the moonlight reflected on her slightly crimson cheeks, with an amazing charm.

She may have a big oolong.

"So what, I only decided to do this by trusting you from the bottom of my heart." She felt a little ashamed, but said stubbornly.

"So are you prepared to accept the secret that you may not be able to bear at all?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at the tall cedar beside him, stopped looking at the girl, and gave her time to think.

Furong's eyelids twitched, her rosy lips tightened, and she thought for a while, but she said firmly, "Of course."

"Like this? Can you accept it?" Malfoy stopped his pace and waved his wand lightly. There was no light or sound, but it was true. He used magic, and the magic power was near the tip of the wand. It fluctuates, and then spreads around.

Furong suddenly hugged her shoulders and felt a chill. It was an inexplicable anxiety and panic from the bottom of her heart, as if something was approaching.

A decayed smell penetrated into her nasal cavity and made her feel like vomiting.

"Dementor!" Her azure blue pupils dilated and she was shocked.

"We have to go," she said hurriedly. "This is too much." She even complained about Malfoy's "crow's mouth."

Didn’t you just say that all the dementors are missing?Why does it appear again now?

"They concluded a kind of "magic" similar to a contract with me." Malfoy said lightly, "In a sense, I am their master."

Malfoy, who wanted to let the girl get out of trouble, did not finally and did not expect Fleur's reaction.

"Then keep them still, I want to test the effect of my patron saint curse." Rather than feeling scared, Furong's eyes lit up, and she curiously observed the group of creatures that were no longer threatening, and was eager to try.

"It seems that I really need to bring an interpreter, maybe this is really good?" Seeing the girl did not scare away, Malfoy could only helplessly hold his forehead, comforting himself in his heart.