Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"It's the station." The man's magnetic voice rang from Furong's ears. Only then did she start to realize that she was asleep.

"Your voice sounds so strange now." Fleur gave Malfoy a helpless smile, then covered her mouth and yawned.

Of course, the disguise must be a full range of disguise, Malfoy's voice now is not the tone that young people should have.

"I have to take a boat later." Furong stretched her waist and complained a little, "That's the way of transportation I hate the most."

"I'm afraid it won't be necessary." Malfoy glanced at Fleur, and then said nonchalantly: We have arrived in France."

"What?" Furong's tone was full of unstoppable surprises and surprises.

She cast her gaze out of the car window. At that time, the car had stopped in the station, and the sign on the platform read-Gare du Nord (Paris North Station).

"What's going on?" Fleur looked at Malfoy incredulously.

"The charm of Muggle technology, I will explain to you later." He said.

"Where are we going now?" Furong asked.

"Send you home first." Malfoy said blankly.

"Okay, just kidding." He saw Fleur's stunned expression, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and some wanted to laugh. For the time being, he would rather believe Dumbledore's advice, and in fact, such a journey didn't seem too bad.

Ollivander must be under Dumbledore's protection now, and Voldemort still has many obstacles to get the information out.

The purpose of this trip is not too urgent.

The two have now got off the train, following the crowd on the platform surging with the flow, slowly walking towards the exit.

"We now have to get rid of a stalker." Malfoy paused, his eyes flashing. "No, it looks like a pair." He added.

When Malfoy handed the certificate to Lupin just now, he left a marking magic on him.

"Sure enough." Malfoy looked at the mark. Even in the crowded crowd, Malfoy found the "conductor" just now.

The appearance of the man just now has completely changed, and there is another woman beside him, who should be a companion.

"Maybe it's an acquaintance," he said to his heart, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the man.

"Lupin?" Without the disguise of the compound decoction, he was eventually seen through by Malfoy, and this degree of disguise could not be hidden from people who knew him.

"Okay, don't follow my gaze, be careful to let them find out." Malfoy reminded Fleur, who wanted to take a look there. "Just pretend that nothing happened." He said.

Following the crowd across the platform, getting closer and closer to the exit of the station, you can vaguely hear some noise outside the station, and you can even see some tall people holding signs, seemingly picking up people.

"Where are we going?" Fleur asked, panting as she followed Malfoy through the transportation hub extending in all directions outside the station. It seemed that this outsider was more familiar than the local "indigenous".

"Of course it is to get rid of them. This is the easiest way. If I use other methods, I don't want to be wanted by the French Ministry of Magic as soon as I come." Malfoy walked to a cafe with Fleur at this time.

This is a very sophisticated coffee shop, which looks peaceful and relaxed near the busy station.

The French are quite keen on coffee, but they don’t care about the taste, or not limited to the taste, but more environment and sentiment. The places where people can rest and drink coffee in France can be said to be all over the streets, under the shade of trees, beside the road, On the square, on the banks of the river, on cruise ships, on the balcony facing the street, and even the Eiffel Tower.

This cafe has a lot of open-air cafes arranged outside the hall, with colorful umbrellas. Most of the guests choose to sit outside and enjoy their coffee comfortably, and they can also enjoy the performances of street performers.

"Two cups of cappuccino." Malfoy walked straight to a seat in the shop, sat down slowly, took out a franc with Debussy's portrait from his jacket, and handed it to the waiter.

This is twenty francs.

"Okay, sir." The waiter leaned slightly, and he would always pay 120,000 points of respect to generous customers, because Malfoy did not ask for change, and the rest is naturally his tip.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Malfoy continued.

"Go straight over there" the waiter politely stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, "Turn left is the men's toilet, turn right is the women's toilet."

"Okay, thank you." He stretched his waist and made a lazy look. Then, his face was slightly turned, and he could hear him with Hibiscus and said, "You can change the mask. Meet in the first phone booth in front of the intersection just now."

Furong nodded slightly.

"It's so hot in this horrible weather." Malfoy stood up, pretending to be annoyed and complained, and at the same time unbuttoned his black jacket and leaned his black jacket on the chair. "Can help me see A moment?" He asked the waiter.

"Of course, sir, I am happy to serve you." The male waiter smiled.

Then a tall, freckled brunette man, and a blonde quickly left the cafe without attracting any attention.

"Wait for me!" Tonks ran after Lupin panting. Perhaps the only benefit after being infected by the werewolf was that even in his normal state, his physical strength was very good, and he followed Malfoy and Fleur closely all the way. People keep a certain distance, but they cannot be found.

Tonks, as a woman, is a bit worse.

"Sir, what do you need?" The waiter who had received Malfoy immediately greeted him.

Lupin glanced around, ignoring the waiter's inquiry, and then his pupils dilated sharply.

"Lost." He clenched his fists, and when he saw the black jacket, he knew he had been spotted.

He also cast a spell on the wizard just now for easy tracking, but he did not expect to be used in the end.

"There are people there!" The waiter hurriedly moved to the chair where Elfoy was just now. "There were two people just now. They left temporarily and will come back soon. How about the two of you sitting there? There are many more." The waiter said graciously.

"They won't be back." Lupin shook his head and approached the back chair with the jacket, hoping to get some clues.

"Remus, be careful!" Tonks was surprised to find that the table began to shake violently, and the cup on it began to tremble like a time bomb, and he couldn't help but remind him.

The waiter looked at the scene in surprise.

With a sound, the table finally turned over and the cup was thrown high. Lupin, who was unprepared, was splashed with brown drink. Fortunately, the temperature had cooled down and it did not cause burns.

"Well, Tonks, let's go first." The man sighed, brushed his wet hair, and said disappointedly.