Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"We're heading south now." Furong spread out a world map on the table in front of her, and slid on it with her slender, white fingers, muttering while looking at it.

"Are you going to France? I can be a tour guide." Furong's azure blue eyes began to light up, excited.

"Then it looks like we have to go to Port of Calais first." Furong closed her eyes briefly and recalled, and said quickly.

The representative team of Beauxbatons came by the drive of the rune horse, and did not take Muggle transportation, but Fleur still knew this, because she had come with Mrs. Maxime earlier.

But that was in 1993.

At this time, the British Ministry of Magic had imposed many restrictions on the use of Floo powder. In response to the return of Voldemort, the supervision of Apparition became more and more strict, so the two chose the train as the mode of transportation.

Of course, Malfoy hasn't actually been to those places, and doesn't support the conditions for using Apparition. Besides, the farther the distance, the greater the force required for Apparition. He wants to reach his destination, not Knowing that you have to cross a few straits - then maybe you will be drawn first.

"Where should we go first?" Furong gestured with her finger out.

"Provence? I don't really like it there. I think the only good thing there is the air, otherwise, the Louvre? I like a lot of Muggle artists, and they do a good job of music, at least Much better than Cedina Warbeck, come to think of it, why are vulgar songs like 'You Hooked My Heart With Your Magic' so popular?" Fleur complained.

"We're not traveling there. Besides, I think the best way to pass the boring time on the trip is to sleep." Malfoy glanced at Fleur, yawned tiredly, and said sleepily, then closed his eyelids. Started to take a nap.

"I think the safest way to deal with it now is - you take her back immediately, and what awaits me next is not a journey purely for entertainment." Closing his eyes, Malfoy's mind was confused. Consciously, the last conversation with Dumbledore not long ago emerged.

There is a gloomy atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest under the night, all kinds of sounds are coming from the bushes, and reptiles seem to dominate here.

"It's not a gentleman's act to make a lady sad, and I will never allow someone to be attacked in front of my eyes." The silver phoenix said in a consoling tone.

"First of all, I'm a wizard." Malfoy shook his head.

Denied Dumbledore's statement, and then said solemnly.

"Well, it's just that I think multiple assistants are better now." Phoenix made a thoughtful look.

"She might just add to the chaos. For example, there was a riot in the auditorium not long ago, and it's not a good thing that sensibility trumps reason." Malfoy rubbed his wand and frowned.

"Then can I also say that what you're doing now is that emotion overwhelms reason? Mr. Malfoy?" An old laughter came from Phoenix's mouth.

"If rationality really overwhelms everything, I think you should still be an ordinary student at Hogwarts now, and you wouldn't deliberately find me a long time ago, right?" the old man said meaningfully.

"And I don't think so. I think this may be a good thing. Please trust an old man's intuition. At least, you have a free translator, don't you?" made a joke.

"I think English is enough, and that's not our destination." Malfoy didn't appreciate Dumbledore's humor.

"Well, let's not talk about this topic, I just want to say that Voldemort will not understand the reason for the abnormal wand so quickly, at least it will not be his top priority, so we still have more time." Phoenix then became serious and said.

Malfoy thought silently for a while.

"Well... someone is here, knocking on the door of my office, our communication can come to an end, I wish you good luck! Have a good trip! Mr. Malfoy." The silver frost-colored phoenix croaked softly, and then the silver body Gradually turned into a wisp of ethereal smoke, drifting with the wind to the end of the jungle.

Dumbledore lifted the Patronus Charm and left.

At this time, the phoenix elegy that kept echoing in Furong's ears disappeared at the same time. She walked over with light steps and came to Malfoy's side.

"First of all, I have to declare one thing." Malfoy said sternly.

"At present, all the dementors in Azkaban have actually disappeared, so even if I was caught just now, I won't become the idiot you said in the end."

Furong's expression fell into a stunned moment for a moment. Under the night, the moonlight reflected on her slightly crimson cheeks, which had an amazing charm.

She may have made a big oolong.

"So what, I decided to do this only because I trusted you from the bottom of my heart." She felt a little ashamed, but said stubbornly.

"So are you ready to accept a secret that you may not be able to bear at all?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, turned to look at the tall fir beside him, stopped looking at the girl, and gave her time to think.

Furong's eyelids twitched, she pursed her rosy lips, and thought for a while, but said firmly, "Of course."

"Like this? Can you accept it?" Malfoyton stopped his steps and waved his wand. There was no light or sound, but it was true that he used magic, and the magic was near the tip of the wand. It fluctuates and spreads around.

Furong suddenly hugged her shoulders and felt a chill. It was an inexplicable anxiety and fear from the bottom of her heart, as if something was approaching.

A rotten smell crept into her nostrils, making her vomit.

"Dementors!" Her blue pupils dilated in shock.

"We have to go," she said hastily. "It's too many." She even complained about Malfoy's "crow's mouth."

Didn't you just say that all the dementors are gone? Why is it appearing again now?

"They made a "magic" similar to a contract with me." Malfoy said lightly, "In a sense, I am their master."

Malfoy, who had wanted the girl to retreat, didn't end up and didn't expect Fleur's reaction.

"Then you tell them not to move, I want to test the effect of my Patronus Charm." Furong not only did not feel fear, but her eyes lit up, curiously observed this group of creatures that were no longer a threat, and was eager to try.

"It seems that I really need to bring an interpreter, maybe this is really good?" Seeing that the girl was not scared off, Malfoy could only helplessly hold his forehead, comforting himself in his heart.