Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"It's time to stop." A male's magnetic voice sounded from Furong's ears, and at this moment she realized that she had fallen asleep.

"Your voice sounds weird now." Fleur gave Malfoy a helpless smile, then covered her mouth and yawned.

Of course, camouflage requires all-round camouflage, and Malfoy's current voice is not the tone that a teenager should have.

"I'll have to take a boat later." Furong stretched and complained, "That's the mode of transportation I hate the most."

"I'm afraid there is no need." Malfoy glanced at Fleur, and then said casually: We have already arrived in France. "

"What?" Furong's tone was full of unstoppable surprise and surprise.

She looked out the window of the car, when the car had pulled into the station, and the sign on the platform read - Gare du Nord (Paris Gare du Nord).

"What's going on?" Fleur looked at Malfoy in disbelief.

"The charm of Muggle technology will be explained to you later," he said.

"Where are we going now?" Furong asked.

"Send you home first," Malfoy said blankly.

"Okay, just kidding." He saw Fleur's stunned expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he wanted to laugh. For the time being, he would rather believe Dumbledore's advice, and in fact, this kind of journey didn't seem too bad.

Ollivander must now be under Dumbledore's protection, and Voldemort still has many obstacles to remove.

The purpose of this trip is not too urgent.

The two had gotten off the train now, and they followed the crowded crowd on the platform and slowly walked towards the exit.

"We have to take out a stalker now." Malfoy paused, his eyes flickering. "No, looks like a couple," he added.

When Malfoy handed Lupin his ID just now, he left a mark on him for magic.

"Sure enough." Malfoy's eyes turned to the marker, even in the crowded crowd, Malfoy found the "conductor" just now.

The appearance of the man just now had completely changed.

There is also a woman beside him, who should be a companion.

"Maybe it's an acquaintance." He said to himself, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the man.

"Lupin?" Without the compound decoction disguise, he was finally seen through by Malfoy. This level of disguise could not be concealed from those who knew him well.

"Okay, don't follow my line of sight, be careful to let them find out." Malfoy reminded Fleur who was about to glance over there, "Just pretend that nothing happened," he said.

Following the crowd across the platform, getting closer and closer to the exit of the station, I could vaguely hear some clamor outside the station, and even saw some tall people holding signs, looking like they were picking up people.

"Where are we going?" Fleur asked, panting as she followed Malfoy through the well-connected transportation hub outside the station. It seemed that this outsider was more familiar than the local "aboriginal".

"Of course, get rid of them. This is the easiest way. If I use other methods, I don't want to be wanted by the French Ministry of Magic." At this time, Malfoy walked with Fleur to a cafe.

This is a very elegant coffee shop, which seems to be peaceful and leisurely near the bustling station, which is unique.

The French are quite keen on coffee, but they don’t care about the taste, or not limited to the taste, but rather the environment and sentiment. The places where people stop and drink coffee in France can be said to be all over the streets and alleys, under the shade of trees, beside the road, On the side of the square, on the river bank, on cruise ships, on the balcony facing the street, and even the Eiffel Tower.

There are many outdoor cafes outside the cafe, with colorful umbrellas, most of the guests choose to sit outside and enjoy their coffee comfortably, and also enjoy the performances of street performers.

"Two cups of cappuccino." Malfoy walked straight to a seat in the store, sat down slowly, took out a franc with Debussy's face from his jacket, and handed it to the waiter.

This is twenty francs.

"Okay, sir." The waiter bowed slightly. He would always show 120,000 points of respect to generous customers, because Malfoy didn't ask for change, and the rest was naturally his tip.

"Where is the bathroom, please?" Malfoy continued.

"Go straight over there." The waiter politely stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, "Turn left is the men's toilet, and turn right is the women's toilet."

"Okay, thank you." He stretched his waist, made a lazy look, and then turned his face slightly, using Furong just to hear it, and said, "You can change the appearance of the mask, and we'll be there later. Just met in the first phone booth in front of the intersection."

Hibiscus nodded slightly.

"It's too hot in this damn weather." Malfoy stood up and complained while pretending to be annoyed, and at the same time unbuttoned himself and put his black jacket against the armchair, "Can you help me see Do you want to?" he asked the waiter.

"Of course, sir, happy to serve you." The barman smiled.

Then a tall, freckled brunette, and a blond left the cafe quickly and unnoticed.

"Wait for me!" Tonks ran after Lupin panting, maybe the only benefit after being infected by the werewolf is that even in normal state, his physical strength is very good, and he closely followed Malfoy and Fleur all the way. People, keep a certain distance, but can not be found.

As a woman, Tonks was a little worse.

"Sir, what do you need?" The waiter who received Malfoy just now greeted him.

Lupin glanced around, ignoring the waiter's question, and then his pupils dilated sharply.

"I lost it." He clenched his fists, and when he saw the black jacket, he knew he had been discovered.

He also cast a spell on the wizard just now to facilitate tracking, but he didn't expect it to be used in the end.

"There's someone there!" The waiter hurriedly moved to the chair where Malfoy was sitting. "There were two people just now. They left temporarily and will be back soon. Would you like to sit over there? There is an empty seat. There are many more." The waiter said graciously.

"They're not coming back." Lupin shook his head and approached the reclining chair with the jacket over it, trying to get some clues.

"Remus, be careful!" Tonks was surprised to find that the table began to shake violently, and the cup on it began to tremble like a time bomb, and he couldn't help but remind him.

The waiter looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

With a bang, the table finally turned over, the cup was thrown high, and the unsuspecting Lupin was splashed by the brown drink. Fortunately, the temperature had cooled down and did not cause burns.

"Okay, Tonks, let's go first." The man sighed, brushed his wet hair, and said disappointedly.