Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

She was looking for a copy of the Daily Prophet. The red-haired Weasley was just looking at the newspaper and talking nonsense.

But there must be news about Malfoy.

Finally, she found a junior student in the lounge and took a copy from there.

Her gaze swept across quickly, which was today's headline news.

"The proud palace flower escaped from the claws-Miss Fleur Delacour has returned to her home recently and is now undergoing treatment at the Magical Injury Hospital. I hope that the friendship between the wizarding world of Britain and France will last forever. Draco Malfoy is still missing."

Pansy put down the newspaper angrily.

She didn't care about the life and death of the woman who resembled Veeva.

I was happy again.

As for Furong's current situation, he is not too optimistic, and has become a bird in a cage that has lost his freedom.

It was an ordinary and somewhat hot afternoon, and Mr. and Mrs. Delacours had lunch with their young daughter. Mr. Delacours sat at the table quietly looking at the latest magazine.

The gentle sunlight drew in from the window, as if a layer of gold powder was spread on the smooth table top, and the whole home was relaxed and indifferent.

The Champs Elysées is a commercial area for Muggles, but for wizards, it couldn't be easier to build houses on their land.

Hidden in the long and narrow green belt, it seems to be a space opened up out of thin air, and tall buildings were erected for wizards to live in.

His wife is quietly cleaning the dishes in the kitchen.

The atmosphere is somewhat depressing.

Since Furong was taken away by "coercion", there has been little laughter at home.

Gabriel also sat on the sofa, looking at the picture book quietly.

The slender calf swayed back and forth.

Suddenly, her attention fell from the bizarre fairy tale.

"Maybe it's Auror again, to comfort us." Since Fleur was "tied" away, officials from the French Ministry of Magic have often come to visit them, as well as Mrs. Maxim. Mr. Delacour put down the magazine and prepared. Go open the door.

The wooden door was opened, and Mr. Delacour froze there.

"Furong?" He whispered.

Their eldest daughter was standing at the door at this time, her coat was a thick black trench coat with a few torn slits, and the bottom itself was a pair of torn jeans.

The skin presents a healthy, wheat-like complexion.

It's just that she looks very tired.

After encountering shocking things, some people often break the things in their hands because they are at a loss.

Mrs. Delacour slowly finished washing the dishes, looking very calm.

Then he muttered: "If this is a dream, then I will wake up in the past, let it continue."

She did not believe that her daughter would go home so easily.

She obviously felt that she had hallucinations.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Furong looked at them in surprise.

"Gabriel, sister is back, aren't you happy?" She stretched out her hand and rubbed Gabriel's silky silver hair. At this time, her sister ran to her briskly, looking up and down. Holding her.

"Why are your eyes red?"

"I remember I was delayed for a day or two, right?" Furong tilted her head, making a look of memory.

"A day or two? You have been missing for a few months, sister." Gabriel said every word.

"So long?" There was a look of astonishment on the girl's face, and the charming blue eyes were now full of doubts.

"Let me think about it." Furong's expression fell into confusion for a moment.

But she decided to do something else first.

She feels very uncomfortable now.

"Mom, is there any hot water in the bathroom now?" Furong asked as she found her slippers from the shoe cabinet and bent over to put them on.

"Are you really back, Furong?"

At this time, Ms. Delacour really realized that her daughter was back, not a dream.

Then hurried over, the apron was not untied, and it was not too dirty, so he hugged her daughter tightly.

"It makes you worried, but I don't want to, because Busbarton's carriage overturned." Furong was a little at a loss, and she didn't know why her family was so excited.

Furong patted her mother's back, comforting.

The Delacours looked at each other for a while.

Especially Furong's mother, that beautiful young woman, she clearly remembered everything she saw at Hogwarts at that time, and Furong's answer was not what she asked, which gave her some ominous premonitions.

It was Mr. Delacour who gave his wife a vague look.

Let her stop questioning.

"Let her rest first, Fleur must be very tired." Mr. Delacour nodded.

Then Furong's mother pushed Furong and walked to the bathroom, a little impatient.

Her father quietly walked to the luxurious marble fireplace in the living room, and slowly put half of his head in.

"Gabri, you wait for my sister to take a bath, and accompany her." Furong's mother also said to Gabri at this time.

Gabriel nodded obediently.

Furong showed a puzzled look, wondering why she suddenly received so much attention.

But the urge to clean the body overwhelmed her confusion, she felt that she was dirty.Now I just want to take a good bath.

Walking into the bathroom, there was a splash of water.

It took about half an hour before Furong reluctantly left the bathroom.

Gabriel carefully watched Lotus come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, and the girl looked very satisfied.

Furong wiped her wet hair with a towel, then took Gabriel's hand and returned to the room together.

"Are you disobedient when I'm not at home?" Furong sat on the bed,

"No, I have always been obedient." Gabriel nodded obediently.

"Why do mom and dad behave like this?" Furong only started to sound like this, and they showed the reason.

Just waited for Gabriel to reply.

The wooden door of the room was quickly pushed open.

A middle-aged woman in a white robe burst in abruptly, wearing a pair of rimless glasses with a serious look.

Furong's eyes also saw her parents seem to be looking quietly behind the door.

"Are you?" Furong asked in surprise.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Fleur Delacour?"

"Yes, I am." Furong nodded.

"I am the attending physician in the Curse and Injury Department of the Magical Injury Hospital in Dijon, France-Bona Abel. This is my business card. According to your father, you may have been harmed by the curse."

"Your memory may be disordered." The woman said solemnly.

"I'm normal!" Furong shook her head.

"At present, it looks like this may be the case. This is for the tampering of some memories. For your health, I hope you can cooperate with my work."

"Little sister, can you go out first?" The female doctor asked Gabriel to leave.

Gabriel saw her parents outside the door beckoning again, and left quietly.

She is still very sensible.