Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 317: The unsaid farewell (part one)

Perhaps Salazar had not fully translated, and the next experiment was even more cruel, which made him give up in disgust. Perhaps the despicable Helbo just wrote here. In short, there are no more clues.

But it's enough.

Facts have also proved that the despicable Helbo should have failed. In the next few hundred years, he will disappear in general. Otherwise, in terms of the character revealed in this record, he will definitely keep stirring the wind. Stir the rain, so as not to completely lose his information.

Maybe something went wrong with the Horcrux. He is still conscious, but on the contrary, he seems to be imprisoned by himself, and he will never be able to break free of the shackles.

In order to avoid thought damage, Horcruxes generally choose a place to hide.

But this may also be a mistake. Voldemort’s example shows that Horcruxes are weak when they lack power. They need to confuse people to provide strength and resurrection capital. Otherwise, it will become difficult to break. Shackles.

If his Horcrux has never been destroyed, then he may still be alive now

But it may be easier to die if you are imprisoned in an unbreakable illusion.

Who would want such immortality?

After roughly scanning the information on the roll of parchment, Malfoy randomly dropped him on one of the burning candles, and found that it was not damaged.

"Really stubborn." He shook his head, prepared to change the way of handling, lit it with a fierce fire, and then threw it into the sea.

"Guardian guard!" He raised his wand, a black stone suddenly fell off the stone wall, rolled on the ground, bounced a few times, then expanded and changed a few times, and finally evolved into a shield holding one. The guard looks like, kneeling on one knee, guarding Furong's side.

He is about to go out of the cave now, and he has taken care of the hot potato in his hand, and by the way, he has hunted down. The fish is a bit tired these days, so he needs to change his taste.

"What a surprise." Malfoy slapped his tongue, looked at the sleeping Fleur, and then touched the souvenir he had just left on his body.

For him, this is just a trivial injury, which can't even affect the action, but all this is completely different in Furong's dream.

The bright red blood swayed under the shining of the purple candlelight, drawing an elegant arc, and Malfoy fell straight in front of the coffin, as if it had been customized for him.

The scarlet light in the girl's eyes suddenly bloomed like bright flowers, blooming beautiful bones, but the blood-red light suddenly weakened and languished, and the eyes returned to clearness.

Then she looked at the person who was stabbed to the ground by herself, and she fell into panic and regret in an instant.

She stared at the blade in her hand for a few seconds and was at a loss.

She is now in a mess in her mind. I don’t know why, she just stared at one of the candles. The body of the candle flashed with a purple light, and her head fell into chaos. To the person in front of you.

A morbid and seductive voice said to her: "Kill him, and you will be with him forever. On this isolated island, just the two of you, you don’t have to worry about the outside world, what Responsibilities and obligations have nothing to do with you."

These words are almost like a madman's babble to a normal judgmental person, but to Furong, they are almost irresistible, because her judgment ability is almost completely lost.

"Quickly recover! Quickly recover!" Now she finally recovered some consciousness, waving her wand frantically at the fallen Malfoy.

"This must be a dream." Looking at Malfoy falling in a pool of blood, Fleur shook her head in disbelief, took a deep breath, and knelt on the solid ground, trying to shake his body. Shake awake, and then realized that this would rupture the wound.

"Healing as before!" She barely calmed down at this time and had to deal with the wound first.

Furong tore the cuffs of Malfoy's upper body and decisively aimed his wand at the deep and oozing wound.

Under the creamy white healing light, the scratched wound quickly closed, and new flesh grew, but after the wound healed, it quickly cracked and gurgled blood, and Furong's face suddenly showed joy. Falling into the bottomless abyss that symbolizes despair.

She desperately watched the person in front of her gradually lose vitality, pain and powerless.

Fortunately, this is indeed a dream.

She was awakened.

The real memory slowly emerged in my heart, as if the silk thread of the silkworm chrysalis was pulled away layer by layer, and my consciousness only stayed after scratching Malfoy, and was quickly stunned by him decisively.

Furong wanted to straighten up, only to find that her body was covered with a thick blanket, and she quickly slid down, and a bonfire was set up not far from her side. In the unventilated cave entrance, it should be magic Flame.

Bring a touch of warmth and realism.

Not far away, that huge coffin and a few weird candles had been completely destroyed, and that was the culprit that caused her to fall into madness.

A somewhat ugly guard holding a shield high, kneeling on one knee, his stiff stone head creaking, slowly twisting, performing his duties faithfully.

Furong looked at the empty surroundings and didn’t know what time it was. She straightened up, and then touched a piece of parchment, which read: “I’ll get some food back. Maybe I’m going to spend the night here today. Now, you wake up and stay here, don’t move."

She stared at the note blankly.

She looks really dragged, and Malfoy may still be injured now, but he is going to find food for her.

The dream scene kept flashing in her mind~IndoMTL.com~ Repeated again and again.

Her promises are so ridiculous that a person's relics can brush her around.

She hesitated for a short while, made a difficult determination, then turned over the parchment, and quickly wrote behind the blank.

Draco:

"The two of us stayed alone for a few months this time. Although I think it passed in an instant, in fact, the time is quite long, right?" This was her opening statement.

"I'm sorry, maybe I don't even have the courage to say sorry in front of you. The scar must be painful?" Furong wrote apologetically.

"The first time I saw you was in Gringotts in Diagon Alley, right? You're still a little boy, okay, so do now, but I feel mature all the time, and you were calm then. It solved those dementors and saved many people. I still remember your patron saint who looked like a cock. Until now, I haven't used this spell too much."