Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 271: The Call of Azkaban

"Sister, what's the matter with you? Since yesterday, your complexion has not been very good. Is it because of the game?" Furong opened the door with a pale face, and sat on the side of the bed staggeringly. This is her and Gabrielle’s small room, the inside of the Boothbarton carriage is much larger than what everyone sees, and each student is equipped with a small room.

Sister Delacour is more special. In order to take care of her sister, they are two people in a room.

This is a room full of childishness. The whole room is wrapped in a gentle tone, light gold, emerald green, and sky blue, giving people the illusion of being in a fairy tale world.

A few pieces of string were hung from the ceiling, and they were all covered with paper cranes.

In the center of the room is a large coffee table, and the mouth of the teapot on it is radiating heat outside.

At the end of one side, there are two small beds. One bed is filled with various dolls and dolls. Needless to say, this is naturally Gabriel's small bed.

Most little girls at this age like this style.

Gabriel was wearing a velvet pajama just now, lying on the bed looking at an unknown fairy tale picture book, and seeing her sister's face look bad, she immediately asked with concern.

"It's not because of the game." Fleur shook her head weakly, seeming to have suffered a big blow, and then she sat down beside Gabriel's bed.

"My sister may get up early tomorrow to check things. Gabriel has to go to bed obediently, okay? Don't cry because my sister is not here." Furong took a deep breath, calmed down her mood, and then Said to Gabriel,

"Okay, sister." Gabriel nodded obediently.

"By the way, sister, how do you spell this word?" Gabriel shook the fairy tale picture book in her hand, which was written line by line in English with novel or moving fairy tales.

In the illustration on the side, a beautiful girl with long golden hair is looking around in the tower. The tower is surrounded by lush dense forests. She has lost her freedom and longs for freedom.

"Where is it?" Furong asked softly, finally reluctant to clean up, and smiled at her sister.

"What about... Sister," Gabriel stretched out her finger, stroked the tree, and said in a soft, sweet voice: "Lettuce" slowly grew into the world. The most beautiful girl, when she was twelve years old, she was witch...in a tower. "

"I don't know this word." Gabriel said, pointing to the word in the place she skipped just now.

What she didn't notice was that her sister had finally recovered a little blood-colored face, and suddenly the blood color disappeared again, becoming extremely pale.

"——Incarceration means being locked in a place and losing freedom." Furong explained in a trembling voice.

"That's really pathetic." Gabrielle shook her little head, and looked at the "lettuce girl" in the illustration who yearned for freedom in sympathy.

"Gabriel, it's time to go to bed, okay?" Fleur touched Gabriel's forehead, and then her sister put the book on the bedside.

Early the next morning, Furong woke up when the sky was light, and tiptoed over from the bed, then gently kissed Gabriel’s forehead, started washing, and finally stepped out hurriedly. After leaving the room, he walked straight to the door of the carriage.

The target is the Hogwarts library.

"Azkaban and Newmongard are the two most famous prisons in the wizarding world. The former is famous in the wizarding world for the infamous evil creature dementor, and the latter is the towering prison. The cloud is a desperate tower."

"If I really committed a serious crime, I would rather be caught in Numongard." A normal wizard said.

"The British Magic Law Enforcement Department established a prison on an island in the cold waters of the North Sea..."

"Guarded by a dementor, it is more terrifying than loss of freedom to lose the soul. In a dark prison, the only freedom a prisoner may have is the mind that can think freely, but the dementor can save this only freedom. Deprived."

"They will swallow all positive emotions. Once the prisoners are held for a period of time, they will lose all their good feelings and thoughts."

"As for the solution, the only way is the patron saint."

Even in Busbarton’s class, Furong had already learned a part of related history and literature, but when she read it again, Furong still felt a cold chill spread from her heart.

This is really a desperate punishment.

"Am I going to inform him?" Furong asked herself inwardly.

That night, she was going to talk to Mrs. Maxim about the Goblet of Fire, and express her apologies by the way. After all, her principal had very high expectations of her, and she failed to win the championship. , I always feel a little sorry in my heart, and then I can also talk about other things by the way, such as Gabriel's education.

But when she walked to the door of Mrs. Maxim's office and was about to knock on the door, she suddenly heard the voices of two other men in the room, and they seemed to be arguing fiercely.

She distinguished it. It was Dumbledore's voice and Karkaroff's voice. The voice of the former was a little more peaceful, while the voice of the latter was constantly yelling excitedly.

"Catch him, and go to Azkaban." Karkarov's old sweet voice disappeared and turned into a sharp growl, his tone full of resentment~IndoMTL.com~ I can't think of it, that, a teenager would do something like this. To be honest, Fleur had a good impression of him at the beginning...Of course, Dumbledore, I support your decision. "This is Mrs. Maxim's voice.

"The Goblet of Fire award ceremony is a good time..." Dumbledore's deep voice penetrated the wall, "We can take this opportunity to announce Voldemort's return and make everyone alert."

"Voldemort's return?" Furong's head suddenly froze, leaning against the wall, it seems that the nerve receiving information cannot withstand such a shocking event

At that time, Voldemort did not just raid Britain, the terror he brought almost spread to the entire European region.

"Is there a good feeling?" She even heard her name during the conversation, and almost immediately thought of the boy.

Then Karkaroff's words confirmed her suspicion.

"I want to strangle the boy named Malfoy with my own hands! If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for him...that person would not be resurrected!" Karkaroff wanted to name that person, but because The fear stopped.

"My student has such a problem and I am quite sorry, but now the anger does not help, and he will get the punishment he deserves." Dumbledore's voice at this time was a little tired, it seemed that it was not Willing to talk about these things again.

"He brought that person back?" Fleur thought about what they were saying.

Then there was a sudden loud noise in the room.

"Kakaroff, this is my favorite teacup!" Maxim said lamentingly.

It may be that Karkaroff shook his teacup out of fear. These hibiscus are not known. The only thing she knows now is that someone might be caught in Azkaban. )Download the free reader!!