Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Gabriel had a dream tonight. In the dream, her sister came back home in the dark, but she concealed it from her parents. She gently opened her room and walked to the bed. Gently kissed his forehead.

The shallow moonlight shone on her face, and there was a charming sense of holiness. It was obvious that she could feel the warm temperature of her sister's lips in her sleep.

"Sister!" Gabriel woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes, and fell down with a long, scattered silver shawl like a waterfall. Only then did she find through the window that the sun had poked her head out, emitting a soft light.

It is morning now.

She didn't even put on her cartoon slippers, changed into her pajamas, and rushed out of the room.

"Sister came back!"

She said to her parents who were eating breakfast.

The family missed her sister very much, and so did her parents, worrying day and night.

Dumbledore repeated that Fleur would be safe and would even return to them soon, but this was totally unconvincing.

The "freakish" student might do something to their daughter.

"Gabriel, you must have hallucinations." Ms. Delacour patted Gabriel on the head affectionately at the breakfast table. She also missed her daughter very much, but it was too unrealistic.

At this moment, a piece of parchment fell lightly from the chandelier, with black writing on it.

"I'm fine, please don't worry."

Then the parchment was instantly turned to ashes, lying quietly on the dining table.

"This is my sister's handwriting!" Gabriel said happily, "She must have been back."

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Malfoy Manor, at this moment, was peaceful, the water in the fountain stopped flowing, and the proud peacock, who used to be arrogant and used to pacing back and forth, is now hiding in the corner, just like the owner's mood, unwilling to make a noise.

"Narcissa, I have something to inform you." In the living room, Lucius's face was a little heavy.

His wife, Narcissa, was holding her cheeks in her hands beside a mahogany table at this time, unconscious, her eyes were empty and she looked ahead, with a look of apathy.

"Is it Draco's business?" Narcissa stood up immediately, her haggard expression suddenly became energetic, but after she saw Lucius's expression, she became more nervous than before.

Lucius' pale face was extremely serious, his eyelids drooped, and the silver snake-headed cane in his hand was tightly held.

"Don't get excited, there is no news from Draco yet, but there is another thing that is not very good. I hope you can calm down after hearing it." Lucius hesitated a little, and seemed to be entangled in whether to tell it. Her wife.

For her wife, this must be an even worse thing.

But he couldn't keep hiding it. Narcissa had the right to know the truth. It was her relatives.

"Your sister, Bellatrix died in Azkaban." Lucius said in a non-emotional tone as much as possible, as if this would relieve some of the sadness.

Nacissa's pale face was no longer a trace of blood at this time, she asked in a trembling tone:

"Mysterious... Didn't the Dark Lord save his men?"

"I don't know either." Lucius closed his eyes heavily, "I felt his monstrous anger through the Dark Mark. Maybe the rescue failed."

All Death Eaters can perceive Voldemort's emotions through the Dark Mark. The more pain, the more excited the man is.

"A newspaper delivery owl from the Daily Prophet delivered me the latest news that Azkaban collapsed. There were no survivors and all the prisoners died."

"I'll help her hold a decent funeral. People are already dead. They won't be too embarrassed. Okay." Lucius put his hand on his wife's blonde hair and stroked slowly, then He pushed her back on the seat, leaned down and kissed her forehead,

Narcissa nodded, rubbed her slender fingers on her temples, looking very tired, her relatives were missing one more in this world.

But this didn't make her too sad, the faint melancholy just lingered in her heart, and it couldn't be said of the piercing pain.

Since her sister was imprisoned in Azkaban, the two have never contacted.

Time will dilute everything, and in Narcissa's opinion, her sister's mental disorder under the torment of the dementor may be a good thing to be relieved.

"What about Draco? Is there any news about him?" Narcissa then asked in fear, for fear of hearing any bad news.

She cares most about her son at the moment.

"I've already said it, not yet." Lucius shook his head, and then he comforted: "No news is the best news."

"Except Dumbledore, no one can catch him. UU Read www.uukanshu.com believes in our children." Lucius encouraged.

And the people they worry about are now embarking on a new journey.

"This direction? Is it Germany?" Furong asked while sitting on the train. At this time, she was looking at the retrogressive scenery along the railway outside the window. The vast plains were endless and the mountains spread.

After meeting her relatives secretly, Furong seemed to be in a good mood, with an unstoppable smile on her face, bright and moving.

The man's wand is in his hand, and the final destination is naturally the place where Neumongaard—Grindelwald temporarily lives, and it is also a detention center as famous as Azkaban prison.

It was in Germany, but the exact location was unknown. They didn't even know whether it was inland or in the sea. Even Dumbledore didn't reveal it to them.

After some refurbishment at the Fraudster's Bazaar, Malfoy and Fleur finally set off, still choosing the usual train.

The destination is Berlin, the capital of Germany.

If you say that France is full of romantic laziness, you can see leisurely and relaxed pedestrians everywhere in the streets and lanes, and they love to enjoy life.

Then get off the train and leave the station to enter the city. The first impression that Germany gives people is a rigorous stereotype. Most of them are in a hurry, but they follow the rules and meticulous.

Of course, because of propaganda or prejudice, people will have a stereotyped impression of a nation. In fact, there are strict people in France, and there are no lack of careless people in Germany, but in general, The impression is accurate.

Especially in France, even if it is said in one sentence, even if ten French people and nine are lazy people, that one diligent genius can drive their progress.

The topic of prejudice stops here.