"We're heading south now." Fu Rong spread out a world map on the desktop in front of her, sliding her slender white fingers on it, looking at it, and murmured.
"Are you going to France? I can be a tour guide." Fu Rong's blue eyes began to light up, and she became excited.
"Then it looks like we have to go to Port of Calais first." Fleur closed her eyes briefly to recall, and said quickly.
Beauxbaton's representative team came here driven by the rune horse, and did not take Muggle transportation, but Fleur still knew this, because she had come with Madame Maxime earlier.
But that was 1993.
At this time, the British Ministry of Magic had imposed many restrictions on the use of Floo powder. In response to Voldemort's return, the supervision of apparition became more stringent, so the two chose the train as their mode of transportation.
Of course, Malfoy has not actually been to those places, and he does not support the conditions for using Apparition. Besides, the farther the distance, the greater the power required for Apparition. If he wants to reach his destination, he must Knowing how many straits to cross-then maybe he will be pumped first.
"Where should we go first?" Furong stretched out her fingers and gestured.
"Provence? Actually, I don't like it very much. I think the only advantage there is the good air. Otherwise, the Louvre? I like many Muggle artists, and they do a good job in music, at least Much better than Celestina Warbeck, think about it, why are vulgar songs like "You Magically Hooked My Heart Away" so popular?" Fleur said in a complaining tone.
"We're not going there for a trip. Besides, I think the best way to pass the boring time of the trip is to sleep." Malfoy glanced at Fleur, yawned wearily, and said sleepily, then closed his eyelids Started to take a nap.
"I think the safest way to deal with it now is - you take her back immediately, and what awaits me next is not a journey just for entertainment." Closing his eyes, Malfoy unconsciously of the last conversation with Dumbledore not so long ago.
The Forbidden Forest under the night is filled with a gloomy atmosphere, all kinds of rustling sounds come from the bushes, and reptiles seem to occupy a dominant position here.
"It's not a gentleman's behavior to make a lady sad. Besides, I will never allow someone to be attacked in front of my eyes." The silver phoenix said in a comforting tone.
"First of all, I'm a wizard." Malfoy shook his head, denied Dumbledore's statement, and then said seriously.
"Okay, it's just that I think it would be better to have multiple assistants." Phoenix made a thoughtful expression.
"She might just add to the chaos. For example, the riot that happened in the auditorium not long ago. It's not a good thing for emotion to overwhelm reason." Malfoy rubbed his wand and frowned.
"Then can I also say that what you are doing now is emotional overriding rationality, Mr. Malfoy?" A burst of old laughter came from Fenghuang's mouth.
"If reason really overwhelms everything, I think you should still be an ordinary student at Hogwarts now, and you wouldn't have deliberately approached me a long time ago, right?" the old man said meaningfully.
"And I don't think so. I think it might be a good thing. Please trust an old man's intuition. At least, you have an extra free translator, don't you?" made a joke.
"I think English is enough, and that's not our destination." Malfoy didn't appreciate Dumbledore's humor.
"Well, let's not talk about this topic. I just want to say that Voldemort will not understand the reason for the abnormality of the wand so quickly. At least this will not be his top priority, so we still have plenty of time." Fenghuang then became serious and spoke.
Malfoy thought for a moment in silence.
"Well... someone is here and knocking on the door of my office. Our communication can come to an end. Good luck! Have a nice trip! Mr. Malfoy." It gradually turned into a wisp of illusory smoke, drifting with the wind to the end of the jungle.
Dumbledore lifted the Patronus Charm and left.
At this time, the phoenix elegy that kept echoing in Fleur's ears also disappeared at the same time. She walked over with light steps and came to Malfoy's side.
"First of all, I want to declare one thing first." Malfoy said seriously.
"At present, all the dementors in Azkaban have actually disappeared, so even if I was caught just now, I won't become the idiot you call me in the end."
Fu Rong's expression fell into astonishment for a moment. Under the night, the moonlight shone on her slightly blush cheeks, which had an amazing charm.
She may have had a big oolong.
"So what, I decided to do this only because I trusted you from the bottom of my heart." She felt a little ashamed, but said stubbornly.
"Then are you prepared to accept the secret that you may not be able to bear at all?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at the tall fir trees around him, stopped looking at the girl, and gave her time to think.
Fu Rong's eyelids twitched, she squeezed her rosy lips tightly, thought for a while, but said firmly, "Of course."
"Like this? Can you accept it too?" Malfoy stopped his pace, and flicked his wand lightly. There was no light shining or sound, but it was true that he used magic, and the magic power was near the tip of the wand. Fluctuates, and then spreads around.
Fu Rong suddenly hugged her shoulders tightly and felt a chill. It was an inexplicable anxiety and fear from the bottom of her heart, as if something was approaching.
A rotten smell entered her nostrils, making her vomit.
"Dementor!" Her blue pupils dilated in shock.
"We have to go," she said hastily, "That's too much." She even complained about Malfoy's "crow's mouth."
Didn't you just say that all the dementors are gone? Why is it showing up again now
"They have concluded a contract-like "magic" with me." Malfoy said lightly, "In a sense, I am their master."
Malfoy, who wanted the girl to retreat in the face of difficulties, did not end up nor did he expect Fleur's reaction.
"Then tell them not to move, I want to test the effect of my Patronus Charm." Instead of feeling frightened, Fu Rong's eyes lit up, curiously observing this group of creatures that were no longer a threat, eager to try.
"It seems that I really need to bring a translator, maybe it's really good?" Seeing that the girl was not scared away, Malfoy could only helplessly support his forehead, comforting himself in his heart.