Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 294: Respective family members

Gabriel had a dream tonight. In the dream, her sister took advantage of the night to return home, but she concealed it from her parents. She gently opened her room and walked to Before the bed, he kissed his forehead gently.

The shallow moonlight shines on her face, and there is a charming sense of holiness. It is obvious that she can feel the warm temperature of her sister's lips in her sleep.

"Sister!" Gabrielle woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes, and walked down into the shawl with long silver hair like a waterfall. At this time, she found through the window that the sun had poked her head out, exuding softness. The light.

It's morning now.

She didn't even put on her cartoon slippers, changed her pajamas, and rushed out of the room.

"Sister came back!"

She said to her parents who are having breakfast.

The family missed her sister very much, and so did her parents, worried day and night.

Dumbledore repeated repeatedly that Fleur would be safe and would even return to them soon, but this was totally unconvincing.

The "freakish" student might do something to their daughter.

"Gabrielle, you must have hallucinations." Ms. Delacour patted Gabrié's head affectionately at the breakfast table. She also missed her daughter very much, but it was too unpleasant. Actually.

At this moment, a piece of parchment fell lightly from the chandelier, with black writing on it.

"I'm fine, please don't worry."

Then this parchment was instantly turned to ashes, lying quietly on the dining table.

"This is my sister's handwriting!" Gabriel said happily, "She must have been back."

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Malfoy Manor, at this moment, is quiet, the water in the fountain has stopped flowing, and the proud peacock, who used to walk back and forth, is now hiding in the corner, just like the owner's mood, unwilling to make a noise.

"Narcissa, I have something to inform you." In the living room, Lucius's face was a bit heavy.

His wife, Narcissa, was holding her cheeks in her hands beside a mahogany wooden table at this time, with her eyes unconscious, her eyes wide open and looking forward, with a look a little wilted.

"Is it Draco's business?" Narcissa stood up immediately, her haggard look suddenly became energetic, but after she saw Lucius' expression, she became more nervous than before. Up.

Lucius' pale face was extremely serious, his eyelids drooped, and the silver snake-headed cane in his hand was tightly held.

"Don't get excited, there is no news from Draco yet, but there is another thing that is not so good. I hope you can calm down after hearing it." Lucius hesitated a little, and seemed to be wondering whether to change this Tell her wife about the incident.

For her wife, this must be an even worse thing.

But he couldn't keep hiding it. Narcissa had the right to know the truth. It was her relatives.

"Your sister, Bellatrix died in Azkaban." Lucius said in a non-emotional tone as much as possible, as if it would relieve some of the sadness.

Naxisha's pale face was no longer a trace of blood at this time, she asked in a trembling tone:

"Mystery... Didn't the Dark Lord save his men?"

"I don't know either." Lucius closed his eyes heavily, "I felt his monstrous anger through the Dark Mark. Maybe the rescue failed."

All Death Eaters can perceive Voldemort's emotions through the Dark Mark. The more pain, the more excited the man is.

"A newspaper delivery owl from the Daily Prophet delivered me the latest news that Azkaban collapsed, and the prisoners in it had no survivors and all died."

"I will help her hold a decent funeral. People are already dead. They won't be too embarrassed. Are you okay." Lucius put his hand on his wife's blonde hair and slowly touched Then he pushed her back to the seat, leaned down and kissed her forehead, comforting her.

Narcissa nodded, rubbed her slender fingers on her temples, looking very tired, her relatives were missing one more in this world.

But this doesn't make her too sad, the faint melancholy just lingers in her own heart, it can't be said of heart-piercing pain.

Her sister has never been in contact since she was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Time will dilute everything, and in Narcissa's view, her sister's mental disorder under the torment of the dementor may be a good thing to be relieved.

"What about Draco? Is there any news about him?" Narcissa then asked in horror, for fear of hearing any bad news.

She cares most about her son at the moment.

"I have already said it, not yet." Lucius shook his head, and then he comforted: "No news is the best news."

"Except for Dumbledore, no one can catch him~IndoMTL.com~Believe in our children." Lucius encouraged.

The people they worry about are now embarking on a new journey.

"This direction? Is it Germany?" Furong asked while sitting on the train. At this moment, she was looking at the retrogressive scenery along the railway outside the window. The vast plains were endless and the mountains and rivers spread.

After seeing her relatives secretly, Furong seemed to be in a good mood, with an unstoppable smile on her face, bright and moving.

The man's wand is in his hand, and the final destination is naturally the place where Neumongaard—Grindelwald resides temporarily, which is also a detention center as famous as Azkaban Prison.

It was in Germany, but the exact location was unknown. They didn't even know whether it was inland or in the sea. Even Dumbledore didn't reveal it to them.

After some refurbishment at the Fraudster's Market, Malfoy and Fleur finally set off, and the choice of transportation is still the usual train.

The destination is Berlin, the capital of Germany.

If the feeling of France is full of romantic laziness, there are leisurely and relaxed pedestrians everywhere in the streets and alleys, and they love to enjoy life.

Then get off the bus and leave the station to enter the city. The first impression that Germany gives is a rigorous stereotype. Most of them are hurried, but they follow the rules and are meticulous.

Of course, because of propaganda or prejudice, people will have a stereotyped impression of a nation. In fact, there are rigorous people in France, and there are no lack of careless people in Germany, but In general, the impression is accurate.

Especially France, even if it is said in one sentence, even if ten French people and nine are lazy people, that hard-working genius can drive their progress.

The topic of prejudice stops here.