"It's the stop." A man's magnetic voice sounded from Fu Rong's ears, and it was only at this moment that she realized that she had fallen asleep.
"Your voice sounds really weird now." Fleur gave Malfoy a helpless smile, then covered her mouth and yawned.
Of course, camouflage requires all-round camouflage, and Malfoy's current voice is not what a teenager should have.
"I'll have to take a boat later." Fu Rong stretched her waist and complained, "That's the mode of transportation I hate the most."
"I'm afraid it's not necessary." Malfoy glanced at Fleur, and then said nonchalantly: We've already arrived in France. "
"What?" Furong's tone was full of unstoppable surprise and amazement.
She cast her gaze out of the car window. At that time, the car had already parked in the station, and the sign on the platform read—garedunord (Paris North Station).
"What's going on here?" Fleur looked at Malfoy in disbelief.
"The charm of Muggle technology, I will explain it to you when I have time," he said.
"Where are we going now?" Fu Rong asked.
"Send you home first." Malfoy said blankly.
"Okay, just kidding." Seeing Fleur's astonished expression, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he wanted to laugh. For the time being, he would rather trust Dumbledore's advice, and in fact, this kind of journey doesn't seem too bad.
Ollivander must now be under the protection of Dumbledore, and Voldemort still has many obstacles to get rid of if he wants to know the information.
The purpose of this trip is not too urgent.
The two had already got off the train, followed the crowd on the platform, and slowly walked towards the exit.
"We've got to get rid of a stalker now." Malfoy paused, his eyes flickering. "No, it looks like a couple." He added,
When Malfoy handed the certificate to Lupine just now, he left a mark on him with magic.
"Sure enough." Malfoy looked at the mark, even among the crowded crowd, Malfoy found the "conductor" just now at a glance.
The appearance of the man just now has been completely changed, and there is a woman beside him, who should be a companion.
"Maybe he's an acquaintance." He thought to himself, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity with that man.
"Lupine?" Without the disguise of compound potion, Malfoy finally saw through him, and this level of disguise could not fool those who knew him well.
"Okay, don't follow my gaze, let them find out." Malfoy reminded Fleur who wanted to glance over there, "Just pretend nothing happened," he said.
Following the crowd through the platform, the exit of the station is getting closer and closer. You can vaguely hear the hustle and bustle outside the station, and you can even see some tall people holding signs, which seem to be picking up people.
"Where are we going?" Fleur asked, panting as she followed Malfoy through the transportation hub outside the station, it seemed that this outsider was more familiar with the local "natives".
"Of course it's to get rid of them. This is the easiest way. If I use other methods, I don't want to be wanted by the French Ministry of Magic as soon as I come." At this time, Malfoy walked to a coffee shop with Fleur.
This is a very sophisticated coffee shop, which looks safe and leisurely near the bustling station, and is unique.
The French are quite keen on coffee, but they don’t care about the taste, or not limited to the taste, but more about the environment and atmosphere. The places where people can rest and drink coffee in France can be said to be all over the streets and alleys, under the shade of trees, beside the road, On the side of the square, on the river bank, on the cruise ship, on the balcony facing the street, and even the Eiffel Tower.
This coffee shop has a lot of open-air coffee seats outside the hall, with colorful parasols. Most of the guests choose to sit outside and enjoy their coffee comfortably, and they can also enjoy the performances of street performers by the way.
"Two cappuccinos." Malfoy went straight to a seat in the shop, sat down slowly, took out a franc with Debussy's face printed on it from his jacket, and handed it to the waiter.
This is twenty francs.
"Okay, sir." The waiter bowed slightly. He always respected generous customers with 120,000 points, because Malfoy didn't ask for change, and the rest was naturally his tip.
"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Malfoy continued to ask.
"Go straight over there." The waiter politely stretched out his hand and pointed aside, "Turn left to the men's restroom, and turn right to the women's restroom."
"Okay, thank you." He stretched his waist, made a lazy look, then turned his face slightly, and said with Hibiscus just audibly: "You can change the shape of the mask. We met in the first phone booth in front of the intersection just now."
Furong nodded slightly.
"This damn weather, it's too hot." Malfoy complained pretending to be annoyed as he got up, and at the same time unbuttoned himself, and leaned his black jacket on the armchair, "Can you help me see Shall we?" He asked the waiter.
"Of course, sir, I am happy to serve you." The male waiter smiled.
Then a tall, freckled, brunette man and a blonde quickly left the cafe without attracting any attention.
"Wait for me!" Tonks ran panting after Lupine. Perhaps the only advantage of being infected by a werewolf was that even in a normal state, his physical strength was very good. He followed Malfoy and Fleur closely all the way. People, keep a certain distance, but can not be found.
And Tonks as a woman is a bit worse.
"Sir, what do you need?" The waiter who received Malfoy just now went up to greet him.
Lupine glanced around, ignored the waiter's inquiry, and then his pupils dilated sharply.
"Lost it." He clenched his fists, and when he saw the black jacket, he knew he had been spotted.
He also put a spell on the wizard just now to facilitate tracking, but he didn't expect it to be used in the end.
"There are people there!" The waiter hastily moved over to the chair where Malfoy was just now. "There were two people just now. They left for the time being and will be back soon. Why don't you two sit over there? Empty seats There are many more." The waiter said attentively.
"They're not coming back." Lupine shook his head, approaching the armchair with the jacket on it, trying to get some clues.
"Remus, be careful!" Tonks was surprised to find that the table began to shake violently, and the cup on it began to tremble like a time bomb, and he couldn't help reminding him.
The waiter looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.
With a bang, the table finally turned over, the cup was thrown high, and the unsuspecting Lupine was splashed by the brown drink. Fortunately, the temperature had cooled down and no burns were caused.
"Okay, Tonks, let's go first." The man sighed, brushed his wet hair, and said with some disappointment.