Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

There is always darkness on the back of the light, which is inevitable, and what blends in between is the gray area between legal and illegal, which is also almost impossible to eliminate.

The three are always in a delicate balance.

For example, the trading of magical items in the United Kingdom is almost entirely concentrated in two places, Diagon Alley and Knockover Alley. The former sells magical items permitted by wizarding laws, while the latter has played some sideballs, strayed from legal and legal. Between illegal.

The two lanes are even very close, making people believe that as long as the Ministry of Magic is willing to make a little effort, they can clear this kind of underground market, but they chose to open one eye and close one eye.

And now the destination that Malfoy and Fleur are going to is a similar occasion.

"I think you are the tour guide now." Fleur sat on a seat in the subway, watching Malfoy say helplessly.

She wanted to be a landlord, but she didn't expect Malfoy to look better than her. After solving the two people who were following, she quickly rushed to the destination. In the process, the one who was familiar with the road swayed in. At the subway station, stepped onto the subway.

There are not many passengers on the subway, so that there are still many vacancies.

This is a country that is good at thinking. You can see many passengers in their seats looking at profound and difficult philosophy books with relish. French people always like to think.

Of course, this is often criticized by some foreigners, criticizing them for being fanciful, lazy, and unwilling to do practical things.

"I didn't expect the current Floo network to become so troublesome." Furong sat in her seat and complained. As a wizard, this can be regarded as the most common means of travel, and it is now under strict control.

Whether it is the purchase of Floo fans or the use of Floo website points, identity verification is now required.

It seems that Voldemort's deterrence is greater than expected, and the panic has spread to the magical world in France.

Of course, this kind of restriction can only affect the magic world. In fact, apart from adding a little trouble to the wizard's travel, it is not of much use.

"Is this your first time on the subway?" Malfoy looked at Fleur and asked abruptly.

He could see that Furong was looking around unconsciously, looking very uncomfortable, and there was a little curious look in his eyes.

"So, so what." Furong stammered for a moment, and then admitted that this is not a shameful thing.

Wizards are often curious and abandoning their attitude towards Muggle transportation.

The Weasley family is the real alien, perhaps related to his work, giving them an enlightened concept.

"By the way, how did we get to Paris directly? I remember that if we go from England to France, we have to cross the La Manche first?" Fleur's eyes suddenly lit up, remembering what Malfoy had just told her. The charm of "Muggle Technology".

"Do they also master magic?"

"Of course not. The Ministry of Magic of various countries would have already turned the sky over. Simply put, the Muggles dug through a tunnel and covered it with a railway for trains to travel on, just like the subway we are currently riding on. Malfoy pointed out the window.

"As for the train just now, it was traveling in a tunnel under the sea." Malfoy continued to explain.

The elegant French female voice suddenly sounded from the carriage, interrupting Malfoy's words:

"The Champs Elysées at the station of Line 9 has arrived...Please take care of your belongings."

Malfoy sensitively noticed that Fleur's body trembled undetectably

The face that was still normal and ruddy just turned pale suddenly.

It is very close to her home.

Not long ago, she proposed to Malfoy those famous attractions such as Provence, just to avoid coming here as much as possible, she was a little afraid that she could not control her emotions.

But still did not expect this to be the destination of this trip to France.

At this time, they had already left the subway station, and the two were slowly walking side by side on the street.

"Homesick?" Malfoy sensed the girl's mood.

"I don't deny it." Furong stroked her hair like a waterfall behind her, then looked at the light gray granite road under her feet in a daze, recalling the past.

She is very familiar with all the plants and trees here, and this is where she grew up.

She sniffed her nose, her nasal cavity was a little blocked, and she seemed to be choked. It made her feel bad when she recalled her mother's reaction in the auditorium. She didn't see Gabriel's shadow at the time. She guessed her sister was too short. , But even without seeing it.

Furong also knew that her sister must be worried about herself.

She just tried not to think about it these days, because she would be afraid of shaking herself.

The old man's earnest look at her in the forbidden forest appeared in her mind.

And Malfoy's deeply hidden secret.

"I'm sorry, father, mother, younger sister." Furong thought.

"Let's go." At this time, she took a deep breath and adjusted her mood.

Malfoy nodded and looked in his eyes without saying much.

The Champs Elysées is usually considered the most beautiful street in France and a must pass for almost all tourists.

They are now located on the east section of the avenue. They are busy with tourists and busy traffic in the business center of the west section.It looks more secluded and peaceful here, the sidewalk is wider than imagined, and there are two rows of verdant sycamore trees on the left and right sides. The garden in the middle of the street is hidden among the ten thousand trees. It is not far away from the Seine River. The sound was gurgling, and the breeze blowing from the riverside blew across the lawn, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The gray-black street lights are not yet lit at this time, and the simple wooden benches add a distinct elegance and dignity to the street. The occasional newsstand also adds a humanistic atmosphere to the street, a wandering accordion Artists are intoxicated in their own music, and don't care whether passers-by stop and hang around.

"I want to buy a book whose name I don't know? Is there any more here?" Malfoy stopped in front of an unremarkable newsstand, then walked straight over to ask.

"What's the question?" Fleur followed Malfoy's footsteps step by step, then stopped, but also a little dazed.

How can I buy a book that I don't even know the name?

An old reclining wicker chair was placed in the newsstand. Next to it was a row of tall mahogany bookcases. A thin old man leaning on the chair, with white beard and hair, sucked his pipe in his hand, vomiting fog. During the intoxication, a black cat lay lazily on his shoulder, seeming to have fallen asleep.

Feeling a visitor, the black cat was awakened, opened his emerald eyes, and jumped off the old man's shoulders.