Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

She was looking for a copy of the Daily Prophet, and the red-haired Weasley was looking at it and talking nonsense.

But there's definitely news about Malfoy.

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

Her eyes swept across quickly, this is today's headline news.

"The proud flower of the court fled from the clutches - Miss Fleur Delacour has recently returned to her home and is now being treated at the Magical Injury Hospital. I hope that the friendship between the wizarding circles of England and France will last forever. In addition, the kidnappers Draco Malfoy is still missing."

Pansy put down the newspaper angrily.

She didn't care about the life or death of the veela-like woman.

Happy again.

As for Furong's current situation, it is not too optimistic, and it has become a caged bird who has lost her freedom.

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

The mild sunlight slanted into the window, as if a layer of gold powder was spread on the smooth table top, the whole home was leisurely and indifferent.

For Muggles, the Champs-Elysees is a valuable commercial area, but for wizards, it is easier to build houses on their land.

Hidden in the long and narrow green belt, it seemed to be a space created out of thin air, and a high-rise building was erected for the wizard to live.

His wife was silently cleaning the dishes in the kitchen.

The atmosphere was a little depressing.

Since Furong was "coerced" away, there has been little laughter in the family.

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

The slender calves swayed back and forth.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn from the bizarre fairy tale.

"Maybe another Auror, to comfort us." Since Fleur was "kidnapped" away, officials from the French Ministry of Magic have often visited them, as well as Madame Maxime, Mr. Delacour put down the magazine and prepared to to open the door.

The wooden door was opened,

Monsieur Delacour froze there.

"Furong?" he whispered.

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

The skin has a wheat-like healthy complexion.

It's just that she was in a state of exhaustion and looked tired.

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

Madame Delacour slowly finished washing the dishes, looking very indifferent.

Then he babbled: "If this is a dream, then I will definitely wake up in the past, and let it continue for a while."

She didn't believe that her daughter would go home so easily.

She apparently felt she was hallucinating.

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

"Gabrielle, my sister is back, aren't you happy?" She reached out and rubbed Gabrielle's silky silver hair. Her younger sister was already briskly running to her side, looking up and down. following her.

"Why are your eyes red?"

"I remember that I was only delayed for a day or two?" Furong tilted her head and made a memory.

"A day or two? You've been missing for a few months, sister." Gabriel said word by word.

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

"Let me think about it." Furong's expression became confused for a while.

But she decided to do something else first.

She is all overwhelmed now.

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

"Are you really back, Furong?"

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

Then she ran over in a hurry, her apron was not undone, nor was it dirty, she hugged her daughter tightly.

"I'm making you worry, but I don't want to, because Beauxbatons' carriage overturned." Furong was at a loss, and she didn't know why her family was so excited.

Fleur patted her mother on the back and said comfortingly.

The Delacours looked at each other for a while.

Especially Fleur's mother, that beautiful young woman, she clearly remembered everything she saw at Hogwarts at that time, Fleur's non-answer, gave her some ominous premonition.

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

Ask her to 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 stuck half of his head in.

"Gabriel, you wait for your sister to accompany her after taking a bath." Furong's mother also said to Gabriel at this time.

Gabriel nodded obediently.

Furong showed a puzzled look, not knowing why she suddenly received so much attention.

But the urgency to clean her body overwhelmed her confusion, and she felt dirty. Now I just want to take a good shower.

Walking into the bathroom, the sound of water clattering.

About half an hour later, Furong reluctantly left the bathroom.

Gabrielle carefully watched Furong come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the girl seemed very satisfied.

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

"When I'm not at home, are you disobedient?" Furong sat on the bedside,

"No, I've always been obedient." Gabriel nodded obediently.

"Why do mom and dad both behave like this?" Furong just started to quibble at this time, and they were acting like that.

Just haven't waited for Gabriel to reply.

The wooden door of the room was quickly pushed open.

A middle-aged woman in a white robe suddenly broke in, wearing a pair of rimless glasses and looking serious.

Furong's eyes also saw that her parents seemed to be watching quietly behind the door.

"Who are you?" Furong asked in surprise.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Fleur Delacour?"

"Yes, I am." Furong nodded.

"I'm Bonne Abel, the attending physician of the spell injury department at the Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries in Dijon, France. This is my business card. According to your father, you may have been injured by a spell."

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

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

"At the moment, it seems that this may be the case. This is a 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.

Seeing her parents beckoning to her outside the door, Gabriel quietly left.

She is still very sensible.