"Sister, what's wrong with you? You haven't looked well since yesterday. Is it because of the competition?" Fu Rong pushed the door in with a pale face, and sat on the edge of the bed unsteadily. This is her and Gabrielle. The interior of the Beauxbaton carriage is actually much larger than what everyone sees, and each student is equipped with a small room.
The Delacour sisters are special. In order to facilitate the care of the younger sister, they share a room with two.
This is a room full of childishness, the whole room is wrapped in a mild color, light gold, emerald green, and sky blue, giving people the illusion of being in a fairy tale world.
A few thin ropes were hung from the ceiling, and thousands of paper cranes were hung on them.
In the center of the room is a large tea table, on which the spout of the teapot is wafting out hot air.
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 Gabrielle's small bed.
Most girls at this age like this style.
Gabriel was wearing velvet pajamas just now, lying on the bed reading an unknown picture book of fairy tales, seeing her sister's complexion, she immediately asked with concern.
"It's not because of the competition." Fleur shook her head weakly, as if she had suffered a big blow, and then she sat next to Gabriel's bed.
"Tomorrow my sister may get up early to check things. Gabriel should sleep well, okay? Don't cry just because my sister is not here." Bree said,
"Okay, sister." Gabriel nodded obediently.
"By the way, sister, how do you spell this word?" Gabrielle shook the picture book of fairy tales in her hand, on which novel or touching fairy tales were written in English line by line.
In the illustration on the side, a beautiful girl with thick and long hair like golden silk is looking around in the tower. The tower is surrounded by lush and dense forests. She has lost her freedom and longs for it.
"Where is it?" Furong asked softly, finally calmed down, and smiled at her sister.
"Here... sister," Gabriel stretched out her fingers, stroked the tree, and read in a soft, sweet voice: "Lettuce" slowly grew into the most beautiful tree in the world. Girl, when she was twelve years old, she was imprisoned by a witch... in a high tower. "
"I don't know this word." Gabriel said, pointing to the word she skipped just now.
What she didn't notice was that her elder sister managed to regain a little blood on her face, but suddenly the blood disappeared again, and she became extremely pale.
"Imprisonment means being locked up in one place and losing your freedom." Fu Rong explained with a trembling voice.
"That's really pitiful." Gabriel shook her little head, and looked sympathetically at the "Rapunzel" in the illustration who longed for freedom.
"Gabri, it's time to go to bed, okay?" Fleur touched Gabri's forehead, and then her sister put the book on the bedside.
The next morning, Fleur woke up at dawn, tiptoed over from the bed, then kissed Gabrielle lightly on the forehead, began to wash, and finally stepped out of the room in a hurry , went straight to the door of the carriage.
The target is the Hogwarts library.
"Azkaban and Nurmengard are two of the most famous prisons in the wizarding world. The former is well-known in the wizarding world with the notorious evil creature Dementor as its guard, while the latter is the towering prison that makes A tower of despair."
"If I really committed a serious crime, I would rather be caught in Nurmengard." A normal wizard said.
"Britain's Department of Magical Law Enforcement has established a prison on an island in the frigid waters of the North Sea..."
"Guarded by dementors, the loss of soul is more terrifying than losing freedom. In a dark prison, the only freedom a prisoner may have is his own mind that can think freely, but dementors can deprive him of this only freedom. "
"They will devour all positive emotions, and once the prisoners are locked up for a period of time, they will lose all good feelings and thoughts."
"As for the solution, the only way is the Patronus Charm."
Even in Beauxbaton's class, Fleur had already learned some relevant history and literature, but when she read it again, Fleur still felt a cold chill spreading from her heart.
This is really a desperate punishment.
"Should I inform him?" Fu Rong 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 headmaster had very high expectations for her. She who failed to win the championship always felt that I feel a little sorry, and then I can talk about other things by the way, such as Gabriel's education and things like that.
But just as she was walking 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 recognized that it was Dumbledore's voice and Karkaroff's voice, the former's voice was a little calmer, while the latter kept yelling excitedly.
"Catch him and lock him up in Azkaban." Karkaroff's sweet voice disappeared and turned into a sharp growl, his tone full of resentment.
"I really didn't expect that, that boy would do such a thing. To be honest, Fleur had a good impression of him at the beginning...Of course, Dumbledore, I support your decision." This was the voice of Madam Maxim.
"The Goblet of Fire award ceremony is a good time..." Dumbledore's thick voice penetrated the wall, "We can take this opportunity to announce the return of Voldemort and make everyone alert."
"Voldemort's return?" Furong's head froze suddenly, and she leaned against the wall, as if the nerves to receive information could not bear such an impactful event
At that time, Voldemort not only ravaged Britain, but the terror he brought almost spread to the whole of Europe.
"Do you still have a crush?" She even heard her own name during the conversation, and almost immediately thought of that boy.
Then Karkaroff's words confirmed her guess.
"I want to strangle that kid surnamed Malfoy with my own hands! If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him...fu... that person wouldn't be resurrected!" Karkaroff wanted to say the person's name, but stopped because of fear up.
"I am also very sorry that my student has such a problem, but anger is useless now, and he will get the punishment he deserves." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired at this time, and he seemed unwilling to talk about it These things are gone.
"He got that man back?" Fleur pondered their words.
Then suddenly there was a crisp sound in the room.
"Kakarov, this is my favorite teacup!" Maxim said regretfully.
Perhaps Karkaroff dropped the teacup because of fear, but she didn't know about these hibiscus. The only thing she knew now was that someone might be caught in Azkaban.