Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 288: The Fraudster’s Market (Part 1)

The back of the light is always dark, which is inevitable, and what blends in between is the gray area between legal and illegal, which is also almost impossible to eliminate.

The three are always in a delicate balance.

For example, the trading of magical goods in the UK is almost entirely concentrated in two places, Diagon Alley and Knockover Alley. The former sells magical goods permitted by wizarding laws, while the latter sells some sideballs and drifts away. Between legal and illegal.

The two lanes are even very close, which makes people believe that as long as the Ministry of Magic is willing to make a little effort, they can clear this kind of underground market, but they chose to open one eye and close one eye.

The destination that Malfoy and Fleur are going to now is a similar occasion.

"I think you are the tour guide now." Fleur sat on a seat in the subway and said helplessly as she watched Malfoy.

She wanted to be a landlord, but she didn't expect Malfoy to look better than her. After solving the two people who were following, she quickly rushed to the destination. In the process, he was familiar with the road. Entered a subway station and embarked on a subway trip.

There are not many passengers on the subway, so there are still many vacancies.

This is a country that is good at thinking. You can see many passengers in their seats looking at profound and difficult philosophy books with relish. French people always like to think.

Of course, this is often criticized by some foreigners, criticizing them for being fanciful, lazy, and unwilling to do real things.

"I didn't expect the current Floo network to become so troublesome." Furong sat in her seat and complained. As a wizard, this can be regarded as the most common means of travel, and it is now under strict control.

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

It seems that Voldemort's deterrence is greater than imagined, and the panic has spread to the magical world in France.

Of course, this restriction can only affect the magical world. In fact, apart from adding a little trouble to the wizard's travel, it doesn't have much use.

"Is this your first time on the subway?" Malfoy looked at Fleur and asked abruptly.

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

"So, so what." Furong stammered for a moment, and then admitted that it was not a shameful thing.

The wizard's attitude towards Muggle transportation is often both curious and abandoning.

The Weasley family is the real alien, perhaps related to his work, giving them an enlightened concept.

"By the way, how did we get to Paris directly? But 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 that Malfoy had just given The charm of what she calls "Muggle Technology".

"Do they also master magic?"

"Of course not. The Ministry of Magic of the various countries would have already shaken the sky. To put it simply, the Muggles dug through a tunnel and covered it with a railway for trains to travel on, just like we are sitting on now. The subway is the same." Malfoy pointed out the window.

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

The elegant French female voice suddenly sounded from the carriage, interrupting Malfoy's words:

"The Champs Elysées at the station of Line 9 is here.....Please take care of your belongings."

Malfoy sensitively noticed that Fleur's body trembled insignificantly

The face that was still normal and ruddy just turned pale suddenly.

It's very close to her home.

She proposed to Malfoy not long ago those famous attractions such as Provence, just to avoid coming here as much as possible, she was a little afraid that she could not control her emotions.

But I still didn't expect this to be the destination of this trip to France.

At this time, they had already left the subway station, and the two were slowly walking 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 all the plants and trees here. This is where she grew up.

She sniffed her nose, her nasal cavity was a little blocked, and she seemed to be choked. It made her feel bad when she recalled her mother’s reaction in the auditorium. She didn’t see Gabriel’s shadow at the time, she guessed it was hers. My sister is too short, but even if I didn't see it.

Furong also knows that her sister must be worried about herself.

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

The old man's earnest look at her in the forbidden forest appeared in her mind.

And Malfoy's deeply hidden secret.

"Sorry, father, mother, sister." Furong thought.

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

Malfoy nodded and looked in his eyes without saying much.

The Champs-Elysées is usually considered the most beautiful street in France and a must pass for almost all tourists.

They are now located on the east section of the avenue. They are busy with tourists and busy traffic in the business center of the west section. It looks more secluded and tranquil. The sidewalks are wider than imagined. There are two rows of verdant sycamore trees on the left and right sides. The garden in the middle of the street appears and disappears from time to time between the bushes of thousands of trees. Not far away is the water of the Seine River. The sound was gurgling, and the breeze blowing from the riverside blew across the lawn, bringing a refreshing coolness.

The gray and black street lights are not yet lit at this time~IndoMTL.com~The simple wooden benches add a distinct elegance and dignity to the street, and the occasional newsstand also adds a sense of humanity to this place. Breath, a wandering artist who plays the accordion is intoxicated in his music, and doesn't care whether passers-by stop and hang around.

"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 straight over and asked.

"What kind of question is this?" Fleur followed in Malfoy's footsteps, then stopped, also a little dazed.

How can I buy a book that I don’t even know the name?

In the newsstand is an old reclining wicker chair, next to a row of tall mahogany bookcases, a thin old man leaning on the chair, with white beard and hair, sucking the pipe in his hand, swallowing clouds During the fog and intoxication, a black cat lay lazily on his shoulder, seeming to be asleep.

Feeling a visitor, the black cat was awakened, opened his emerald eyes, and jumped off the old man's shoulders.