Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Sister, what's the matter with you? Your face has not been very good since yesterday, is it because of the competition?" Furong pushed the door in with a pale face, and sat staggeringly on the edge of the bed. This is her and Gabrielle. The interior of the Beauxbatons' carriage was actually much larger than what was seen, with a cabin for each student.

Sister Delacour is special. In order to take care of her sister, they share a room for two.

This is a room full of childishness, the whole room is wrapped in a mild tone, pale gold, emerald green, and sky blue, giving the illusion of being in a fairy tale world.

A few thin ropes were hung from the ceiling, and thousands of paper cranes were hung on them.

There was a large coffee table in the center of the room, and the mouth of the teapot on it was blowing hot air to the outside.

At the end of one side, there are two small beds, one of which is filled with various dolls and dolls. Needless to say, this is naturally Gabrielle's small bed.

Most little girls of this age like this style.

Gabrielle was wearing velvet pajamas just now, lying on the bed looking at an unknown fairy tale picture book, and seeing her sister's bad face, she immediately asked with concern.

"It's not because of the competition." Furong shook her head weakly, as if she had suffered a big blow, and then she sat down beside Gabrielle's bed.

"Tomorrow, my sister may get up early to check things up. Gabriel should sleep obediently, okay? Don't cry because my sister is not here." Furong took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and turned to Gabriel. Brie said,

"Okay, sister." Gabriel nodded obediently.

"By the way, sister, how do you spell this word?" Gabriel shook the fairy tale picture book in her hand, which wrote novel or moving fairy tales in English line by line.

In the illustration on the side, a beautiful girl with long golden hair is looking around in the tower, surrounded by lush and lush forests, she has lost her freedom and yearns for freedom.

"Where is it?" Furong asked softly, finally reluctantly picking up her mood and showing a slight smile to her sister.

"This...sister," Gabriel stretched out her fingers, stroked the tree, and read in a soft, sweet voice: "Lettuce" slowly grew into the most beautiful in the world Girl, when she was twelve years old, she was trapped by a witch... in a tower. "

"I don't know that word." Gabriel said, pointing to the word in the place she had just skipped.

What she didn't notice was that her sister managed to recover a little bloody face, and suddenly the bloody color disappeared again, becoming extremely pale.

"—Captivity means being locked in one place and losing freedom." Furong explained in a trembling voice.

"That's really pitiful." Gabriel shook her little head and looked sympathetically at the "Girl Lettuce" who yearned for freedom in the illustration.

"Gabriel, it's time to go to bed, okay?" Furong touched Gabriel's forehead, and then her sister put the book on the head of the bed.

The next morning, Furong woke up when it was dawn, tiptoed over from the bed, kissed Gabriel gently on the forehead, started to wash, and finally stepped out of the room in a hurry, Go straight to the door of the carriage.

The target is the Hogwarts library.

"Azkaban and Nurmengard are two of the most famous prisons in the wizarding world. The former is famous in the wizarding world for being guarded by the notorious evil creature Dementor, and the latter is the towering prison that makes A tower of despair."

"If I've committed a serious crime, I'd rather be caught in Nurmengard," said a normal wizard.

"Britain's Department of Magical Law Enforcement establishes a prison on an island in the cold waters of the North Sea..."

"Guarded by Dementors,

More terrifying than the loss of freedom is the loss of the soul. In a dark prison, the only freedom a prisoner may have is a mind that can think freely, but the Dementor can deprive this only freedom. "

"They eat up all the positive emotions, and once the prisoners are held for a period of time, they lose all the good feelings and thoughts."

"As for the solution, the only way is the Patronus Charm."

Even though Furong had already learned some of the relevant history and literature in Beauxbaton's class, when she read it again, Furong still felt an icy chill spreading from her heart.

This is a desperate punishment.

"Am I going to inform him?" Furong asked herself inwardly.

That night, she was going to talk to Madame Maxime about the Goblet of Fire, and express her apologies by the way. After all, her principal had high expectations for her, and she, who failed to win the championship, was always worried. I'm a little sorry, and then I can talk about other things, such as Gabriel's education, by the way.

However, just as she was walking to the door of Madame Maxime's office and was about to knock on the door, she suddenly heard the voices of two other men in the room, and they seemed to be arguing fiercely.

She could tell that it was Dumbledore's voice and Karkaroff's, the former's voice was a little calmer, while the latter was yelling and screaming in excitement.

"Catch him and put him in Azkaban." Karkaroff's sweet voice disappeared and turned into a sharp roar, his tone full of resentment.

"I really didn't expect that, that, a young man would do such a thing. To be honest, Furong was quite fond of him at the beginning... Of course, Dumbledore, I support your decision." This was Madame Maxime's voice .

"The award ceremony for the Goblet of Fire is a good time..." Dumbledore's deep voice penetrated the wall. "We can take this opportunity to announce the return of Voldemort and make everyone alert."

"Voldemort's return?" Fleur's head suddenly froze, leaning against the wall, as if the nerves that received information could not withstand such a shocking event

At that time, Voldemort not only ravaged Britain, but the terror he brought spread almost to the whole of Europe.

"Is there any good feelings?" She even heard her name in the conversation, and almost immediately thought of the boy.

Then Karkaroff's words confirmed her conjecture.

"I want to strangle that kid named Malfoy with my own hands! If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him...Fu...that person wouldn't come back to life!" Karkaroff wanted to say the person's name, but stopped because of fear .

"I'm very sorry for my student's problems like this, but it's useless to be angry now, and he will also get the punishment he deserves." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired at this time, and he seemed unwilling to talk about it anymore. these things.

"He got that man back?" Fleur pondered their words.

Then suddenly there was a screeching sound in the house.

"Karkaroff, this is my most beloved teacup!" Maxim said regretfully.

Maybe Karkaroff shook his teacup out of fear, these Fleurs didn't know, the only thing she knew now was that someone might be caught in Azkaban. ) Download Free Reader!!