Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 255: Letter from France

　　The giant tiger gave the raven a majestic look. It slowly propped up four sturdy black tiger claws from the ground, and raised its back buttocks with dappled black stripes, and stretched a big laziness. waist. Afterwards, the giant tiger's hind limbs forcefully leaped forward, and at a speed that is completely invisible to the human eye, directly transformed into Wright in the air, stepping firmly on the grass.

　　 Soft black hair, long body, simple and clean white shirt, decent and elegant, and a faint smile on his cheeks, full of unique soft temperament. He held a slender, pitch-black cane in his right hand. The rose gems on the head of the cane shone with a warm red light under the sun's care, and the tints of bronze interspersed in it showed that the cane was extraordinary.

　　 But in fact it is true, although it has never revealed its power to others.

　　 The black raven that crossed the strait and sent letters is naturally fat-headed.

　　 Two days ago, that is, the night before Wright and Velita moved from the Broken Cauldron to the village of San Catchpole, the fat head never came back. Wright originally thought it was only because the foraging place was too far away to rush back to Charing Cross Road in time, but he didn't expect to help him win the letter.

　　Wright raised his left hand, his fat head flew into the air with his wings, and gently placed the sheepskin letter on his beak on his palm.

　　 There is no doubt that Wright bought the fat head at the Fantastic Beasts store, but he didn't just want to put it in the forbidden forest or other places for free-range breeding. It was his job to deliver letters.

　　 But firstly, Wright didn't have any habit of sending letters. Secondly, due to his life experience, there were not many people who wanted to communicate with Wright, so the fat-headed messenger status had not been fully utilized. More often, Wright just asks Fatto to take some order forms to the store in Diagon Alley to purchase some magic materials needed to practice potions or herbalism.

　　 After the second grade, Wright learned from Dumbledore the apparition that can move in space, and from Fred and George, he figured out where the secret passages of Hogwarts Castle are. Being able to leave school freely and travel through space at will, the messenger identity of the fat head is once again ignored.

　　 If it weren't for Changchu and Hermione, the Basilisk and the Eight-eyed Giant Spider, I believe Fathead would still beg for a living in the Forbidden Forest now.

　　 "And if that's the case, I believe Fattou might not even have moved here." Wright nodded Fatto's head lightly with his fingers, and let it go to rest under the umbrella where Velita was. Or go to Jiajia in the house to get some food, "Although it can sense where I am."

　　 After the fat head flew towards Velita, Wright did not rush to open the slightly sea-scented letter.

The familiar and graceful handwriting on the 　　 sheepskin square paper shows that the owner of the letter is the girl who is about to celebrate her fifteenth birthday in four days.

　　 Ignore the intimacy opening remarks, Wright began to read this letter from Changchu through Fattou word by word:

　　"……

　　 But Wright, you can’t guess where I am now!

　　 The Ministry of Magic has recently made a lot of trouble about the werewolves.

　　 Umbridge, the crazy old woman who loves pink, used her own means to win over a large number of people, forcing the passage of an anti-werewolf law, which is likely to lead to those wizards who become werewolves by accident. Can't find a job at all. Apart from the pitiful werewolf wizards who were already angry, there were also a group of people who sympathized with werewolves arguing at the Ministry of Magic all day.

　　 But I don’t call a Ministry clerk a crazy old woman so viciously.

　　 I overheard what my dad said. As for who Umbridge is and why dad hates her so much, I don’t know. But I think, if my father said she is an old woman, then she still likes pink, that must be a very scary thing, thinking about it will make people nauseous.

　　 So in the first two days of the summer vacation, in order to avoid these unnecessary disturbances, my father took me to France!

　　 Of course, this is also very likely because my mother temporarily needs to come to Paris to study.

　　 Although I am not sure what the popular design elements are now in the ordinary world, those catwalks are really boring, and I think that those clothes are probably only models that look good, but my mother is very happy. We can go over and accompany her.

　　 Seeing here, maybe you think I'm still in Paris? But you are wrong again.

　　 My current location is Dijon, with the Hermione family! We ran into each other at the airport transferring to Dijon in Paris, so I escaped the dark fashion catwalk smoothly, and came to this city in central-eastern France with Hermione and her family.

　　 I have to say that the sun in France seems to be far more poisonous than that in Britain, and there are not so many rainy and foggy days. I just hope that my skin will not be tanned by the sun.

　　 I didn’t intend to write to you, (perhaps I missed your thoughts so much in my heart·the ink was smeared out), but I didn’t expect the fat head to suddenly appear in the hotel where we live. I think this must be some hint~IndoMTL.com~ so I wrote this letter for you.

　　 I don’t know when I will return to London, but Aunt Jane and Uncle Wind seem to be going back in late August. Let’s see you then!

　　 miss you

　　Chang Chu"

　　After reading the letter, the sunlight above my head seemed to become warm. Wright collected the letter, walked to the shade under the umbrella, leaned the rose scepter aside at will, turned into a bamboo and rattan chair, and sat down.

　　 "Wright, who wrote you?" Velita put down the quill in her hand and took a sip of the iced watermelon juice that had just been added.

　　"It’s Changchu," Wright picked up another glass of iced drink and stirred the broken ice in it. The ice cube collided with the wall of the glass, making a noise. "She said she is on vacation in France now, and Hermione Together."

　　Wright naturally filters out the content that Velita doesn't care about, such as Umbridge.

　　 But Umbridge and the werewolf had such a festival? Wouldn't Lupin, who is coming next school year, accept Dumbledore's invitation just for this reason? That pink toad is really about to offend the entire Hogwarts family, Wright thought.

　　 "France." Velita put down her cup, wondering whether she was sighing or remembering.

　　 "Would you like to go back and have a look? It just so happens that we are still on vacation now, and there is still plenty of time." Wright said with relief.

　　Velita looked at Wright and shook her head silently. She didn't want to go back to France now. No, she was going to France.

　　Wright nodded lightly, took a pen from the desk, and began to write a letter to Changchu.