Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Of course, I don't know now why you gave me a pseudonym, Ray Fung? That name is really strange, I still remember it now. I've heard of this surname."

"Coincidentally, I met you again at the Quidditch World Cup, and when you were still dragging my sister around, and when you didn't see your face, I really wanted to give you a spell, thinking you were a personal trafficker, Hmm... I thought more when I saw the face."

"But you didn't give any answer to my question."

"It's cool at Hogwarts too."

"I'm going to have a good talk with you during the Triwizard Tournament. I know that you will definitely become a warrior."

"The first few competitions were considered to be smooth and safe, but until the third event..."

"I really didn't expect you and your hostage to actually exchange identities. If I had known, I would have left you there and left you alone. That was my first kiss!" Furong said word by word, suddenly thinking of something, revealing A little sweet smile.

"Heterosexual."

Furong added, and smiled knowingly, of course the relationship with Gabriel and her relatives was not counted.

"After that, I don't know how to face you anymore. I can't stand it any longer with a cold face." Furong's cheeks were now flushed with an alluring crimson, but no one could see it.

"But looking for you with a shy face, I can't do it either. Veela doesn't have any ridiculous rule of kissing.

"I also learned not long ago that Azkaban no longer uses dementors as guards, otherwise I will not care about you, "actively" abducted by you, you should spend a few years in prison, Only then will you learn to be honest." The tone of Furong's writing was inexplicably capricious, and seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

"But what happened later was even more unexpected." Furong's turning wrist suddenly stopped, and she sighed helplessly.

"Now, I may be able to guess some of your thoughts."

"You don't want me to get involved, but I have to get into the vortex, right?"

"That's stupid, isn't it?"

"Actually, I also think I'm pretty stupid. I'm so stubborn when I don't have any skills."

"Now I've figured it out too.

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"Dance partner or something, even if you don't accept it, you won't deliberately humiliate me like this. I can only understand that you are deliberately drawing a line."

"Of course, I was really mad at that time! I never took the initiative to invite a male companion!" Furong said at this time with an indifferent chuckle.

"Then there is this trip that is not a trip." Furong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dumbledore is a highly respected wizard. I believe that he will not have evil ambitions, and naturally he will not be in sympathy with the dark wizard."

"Of course, the most important thing is that I believe in you. Even after hearing the conversation of the three principals, I was reluctant to believe them at the first time."

"Having said so much, I actually want to say goodbye to you. I think it's better to go free and easy than to be driven away by you."

"Just treat it as a poor hostage, and escape from the vicious robber." Furong looked at the letter and smiled bitterly.

"Assuming, I mean assuming, we can be together in the future, don't you make excuses that we've already traveled these days and don't go on our honeymoon anymore?"

"Besides, I don't think I can keep these secrets, and if I leave like this, I think I will be very painful, so it can only be kept by you temporarily, don't lose it to me, after everything is over, I will Come back and get it, don't renege on your debt."

The girl made up her mind, took a deep breath, and then climbed the wand on her temple, and pulled out a silk thread similar to silver mist from the middle. A long silk thread was carefully put into an empty delicate glass bottle by Furong In the middle, the strands of memory became thinner and longer, until finally, it seemed that it couldn't bear it anymore and broke.

The silver wire rolled up in the bottle, then unfolded, swirling like gas.

This method was also secretly told to her by Dumbledore.

Furong, who had just pulled out her memory, looked at her position in confusion, and it took a long time before she could barely react.

She doesn't care where she is now.

There is only one thought in her mind now - to go home.

In fact, when Dumbledore and others placed their memories in the Pensieve, it was equivalent to leaving a label in their brains, but they did not completely extract their memories.

Forgetting is empty, it is not that the memory is deleted, but it is similar to hiding the modified memory somewhere in the brain, but it will also be activated after being greatly stimulated.

For example, what Voldemort did to the original Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch cast an oblivion spell on the poor clerk in order to avoid exposure of his favoritism, causing her brain to be irreversibly affected. damage.

But even so, Voldemort used the Cruciatus to interrogate all the truth, which shows that the Forgetting Curse is not emptying, but hiding.

Furong finally left, and she kept her memories behind, thinking about it very carefully. Maybe it was the experience of being controlled this time that made her understand that sometimes, she couldn't be trusted.

The stone guard was still half-kneeling on the ground stupidly, unaware that the target he was ordered to protect had "escaped".

A densely written piece of parchment slowly fell to the ground.

"Flour?" Malfoy frowned. After he came back, there was no sign of the girl beside the burning bonfire. The blanket fell to the ground alone, and he thought it was another accident.

Then I found the note I left on the ground, with writing on the back.

After a quick browse.

Malfoy found out - she left.

This made him feel a little surprised.

"It's also a good thing." He thought to himself, looking at the transparent bottle filled with silver gas in his hand.

But there is some inexplicable emptiness in my heart, maybe I am used to having someone talking by my side?

"From now on, I'll be fighting alone." Malfoy took a deep breath, calmed himself down quickly, and roasted the prey that had just come from outside.

Oil droplets fell on the flames, making a "sizzling" sound, filled with the aroma of meat, and it rained heavily outside the cave.

Now I don't know where Furong ran to. He originally planned to send her home safely after this, but he didn't expect the girl to leave without saying goodbye.

Malfoy was bored and flipped the flames with the wooden branches, watching the throbbing flames, a little trance, the blue-green fire gradually roasted the raw meat until it was cooked.

How long will it be like this?

Who knows?