Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dark side of the light is always dark, which is inevitable, and the gray area between the legal and the illegal is mixed in the middle, which is also almost impossible to eliminate.

There is always a delicate balance between the three.

For example, the trading of magic items in the United Kingdom is almost entirely concentrated in two places, Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. The former sells magic items permitted by the law of wizards, while the latter sells some edge balls, which are separated from legal and legal differences. between illegal.

The two alleys are even very close, making people believe that as long as the Ministry of Magic is willing to do a little bit, they can clear this underground market, but they chose to turn a blind eye.

And the destination that Malfoy and Fleur are going to now is also a similar occasion.

"I think you are the tour guide now." Furong sat on a seat on the subway, looking at Malfoy and said helplessly.

She wanted to use up the friendship of the landlord, but she didn't expect that Malfoy seemed to be more familiar than her. After solving the two people who were following, she quickly rushed to the destination, and in the process, the familiar walked into a Subway station, set foot on the subway.

There are not many passengers on the subway, so that there are many empty seats.

This is a country that is good at thinking. You can see many passengers reading esoteric philosophy books with relish in their seats. The French have always liked to think.

Of course, this is often criticized by some foreigners, who criticize them for being utopian, lazy, and unwilling to do practical things.

"I really didn't expect the current Floo network to be so troublesome." Furong complained while sitting in her seat. As a wizard, this is the most common way to travel, and it has now been strictly controlled.

Whether it is the purchase of Floo powder or the use of the Floo website, identity verification is now required.

It seems that Voldemort's deterrent power is greater than imagined, and panic has spread to the French wizarding world.

Of course, this restriction can only affect the magic world. In fact, it doesn't have much use other than adding trouble to the wizard's travel.

"Is it your first time to take the subway?" Malfoy asked suddenly looking at Fleur.

He could see that Furong was looking around unconsciously, looking very uncomfortable, with a little curious look in his eyes,

"That,

so what. "Furong stammered for a moment, and then admitted, it's not a shameful thing.

Wizards' attitudes toward Muggle transportation are often a mixture of curiosity and rejection.

The Weasleys were the real outliers, perhaps because of his work, giving them an enlightened outlook.

"By the way, how did we get to Paris directly? I remember that if we go from England to France, we have to cross the Strait of La Manche first?" Fleur's eyes suddenly lit up, remembering what Malfoy had just told her. The charm of "Muggle technology".

"Did they also master magic?"

"Of course not, then the Ministry of Magic of various countries would have been in trouble. Simply put, the Muggles have dug a tunnel and covered it with a railway for trains to travel on, just like the subway we are sitting on now. ' Malfoy pointed out the window.

"As for the train just now, it was traveling in a tunnel under the sea." Malfoy continued to explain.

An elegant French female voice suddenly sounded from the car, interrupting Malfoy's words:

"The Champs-Elysees, the station of Line 9, has arrived... Passengers, please take care of your belongings."

Malfoy sensitively noticed that Fleur's body trembled slightly.

His face, which was normally rosy just now, suddenly turned pale.

It's very close to her home.

She suggested to Malfoy not long ago those famous places like Provence, just to try to avoid coming here, and she was a little afraid that she could not control her emotions.

But still did not expect that this is the destination of this trip to France.

At this time, they had already left the subway station, and the two walked slowly side by side on the street.

"Homesick?" Malfoy sensed the girl's mood.

"I don't deny it." Furong stroked her hair like a waterfall behind her, then looked at the light gray granite road under her feet in a daze, recalling the past.

She is very familiar with every plant and tree here. This is where she grew up.

She sniffed, her nasal passages were clogged, and she seemed to be choked up a little. She recalled her mother's reaction in the auditorium, which made her very uncomfortable. She didn't see Gabrielle's shadow at that time. She guessed that her sister was too short. , but even without seeing it.

Furong also knew that her sister must be worried about her.

She just tried her best not to think about it these days, because she would be afraid of shaking herself.

The sincere look of the old man towards her in the forbidden forest appeared in her mind.

And Malfoy's deeply hidden secret.

"I'm sorry, father, mother, sister." Furong thought.

"Let's go." At this time, she took a deep breath and adjusted her mood.

Malfoy nodded, looking in his eyes and saying nothing.

The Champs-Élysées, often considered the most beautiful street in France, is a must for almost all tourists.

The location where they are now is the eastern section of the avenue, and the commercial center of the western section is crowded with tourists and traffic. It looks more quiet and peaceful here. The sidewalk is wider than expected. There are two rows of verdant sycamore trees on the left and right sides. The garden in the street is hidden among the trees. The sound murmured, and the breeze from the river blew across the lawn, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The street lamps in gray and black have not yet turned on, and the simple wooden benches add a different elegance and solemnity to the street. The occasional newsstand also adds a humanistic atmosphere to the place, a wandering person playing the accordion. Artists are intoxicated with their own music and don't care if passers-by stop and linger.

"I want to buy a book whose name I don't know? Is there any more here?" Malfoy stopped in front of an unremarkable newsstand, then walked over and asked.

"What kind of question is this?" Furong followed Malfoy's footsteps step by step, then stopped, feeling a little dazed at the same time.

How do I buy a book that I don't even know the name of?

An old reclining rattan chair was placed in the newsstand, next to a row of tall mahogany bookcases, a thin old man leaning on the chair, with white beard and white hair, sucked the pipe in his hand, puffing clouds, During the intoxication, a black cat lay lazily on his shoulder and seemed to be asleep.

Feeling that there was a guest, the black cat was awakened, opened his emerald eyes, and jumped off the old man's shoulder.