The backside of light will always be darkness, which is inevitable, and what blends in the middle is the gray area between legal and illegal, which is also almost impossible to eliminate.
There is always a delicate balance between the three.
For example, the trading of magical items in the UK is almost entirely concentrated in two places, Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. The former sells magical items permitted by wizarding laws, while the latter is a side-stepping game, drifting between the legal and the legal. between illegal.
The two alleys are even very close to each other, which makes people believe that as long as the Ministry of Magic is willing to make a little effort, this kind of underground market can be cleared, but they chose to turn a blind eye and close one eye.
And now Malfoy and Fleur's destination is a similar occasion.
"I think you are the tour guide now." Fleur sat on a seat in the subway, looked at Malfoy and said helplessly.
She wanted to show her friendship as a landlord, but she didn't expect that Malfoy seemed more familiar than her. After solving the two people who were following her, she quickly rushed to the destination, and in the process, the familiar man wandered into a At the subway station, set foot on the subway.
There are not many passengers on the subway, so there are still many empty seats.
This is a country that is good at thinking. You can see that many passengers are reading esoteric and difficult philosophy books with relish in their seats. The French have always liked to think.
Of course, this is often criticized by some foreigners, criticizing them for being dreamy, lazy, and unwilling to do practical things.
"I didn't expect the use of the Floo network to become so troublesome." Fu Rong sat on her seat and complained. As a wizard, this is the most common means of travel, and it is now under strict control.
Whether it is the purchase of Floo fans or the use of Floo websites, identity verification is now required.
It seems that Voldemort's deterrence is greater than imagined, and panic has spread to the French magic circle.
Of course, this kind of restriction can only affect the magic world. In fact, apart from adding a little trouble to the travel of wizards, it doesn't have much use.
"Is this your first time taking the subway?" Malfoy looked at Fleur and asked abruptly.
He could see that Furong was looking around unconsciously, looking very uncomfortable, with a little curiosity in her eyes,
"So, so what." Fu Rong stammered for a moment, and then admitted that this is not something to be ashamed of.
Wizards' attitudes toward Muggle vehicles are often one of curiosity and disapproval.
The Weasleys were the real outliers, maybe it had something to do with his work, giving them an enlightened outlook.
"By the way, how did we get to Paris directly? I remember that if we go from England to France, we have to cross the Straits of La Manche first?" Fu Rong's eyes suddenly lit up, remembering what Malfoy told her just now The charm of "Muggle technology".
"Did they also master magic?"
"Of course not, then the ministries of magic in various countries would have fallen apart. To put it simply, the Muggles dug a tunnel and laid a railway on it for trains to run on, just like the subway we ride now. " Malfoy pointed out the window.
"As for the train just now, it was traveling in a tunnel under the sea." Malfoy continued to explain.
An elegant French female voice suddenly sounded from inside the carriage, interrupting Malfoy's words:
"The Champs-Elysées at Line 9 is here... Passengers, please take care of your belongings."
Malfoy sensitively noticed that Fleur's body trembled undetectably.
The normally rosy face just now suddenly turned pale.
It's very close to her home.
She suggested those famous places like Provence to Malfoy not long ago, in order to try her best to avoid coming here, she was a little afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions.
But I still didn't expect that this was the destination of this trip to France.
At this time, they had already left the subway station, and the two of them were walking slowly on the street side by side.
"Homesick?" Malfoy sensed the girl's mood.
"I don't deny it." Fu Rong stroked her waterfall-like hair back, then looked at the light gray granite road under her feet in a daze, recalling the past.
She is very familiar with every plant and tree here, this is the place where she grew up.
She sniffed, her nasal passages were blocked, and she seemed to be choking, recalling her mother's reaction in the auditorium, which made her very uncomfortable. She didn't see Gabriel's shadow at the time, and she guessed that her sister was too short. , but even without seeing.
Fu Rong also knew that her sister must be very worried about herself.
She just tried not to think about it these days, because she would be afraid of being shaken.
The old man's earnest eyes towards her in the Forbidden Forest came to her mind.
And Malfoy's darkest secret.
"I'm sorry, father, mother, sister." Fu Rong said inwardly.
"Let's go." At this time, she took a deep breath and had adjusted her mood.
Malfoy nodded, seeing it in his eyes, and didn't say much.
The Champs Elysées, often considered the most beautiful street in France, is a must for almost all tourists.
They are now located in the east section of the avenue, compared to the bustling traffic of tourists in the commercial center of the west section. It looks more quiet and peaceful here. The sidewalk is wider than imagined. There are two rows of verdant sycamore trees on the left and right sides. The sound is gurgling, and the breeze blowing from the riverside blows across the lawn, bringing a refreshing coolness.
The gray and black street lights have not yet been turned on at this time, and the simple wooden benches add a different kind of elegance and solemnity to the street. The occasional newsstands also add a touch of humanity to the place. A homeless man playing the accordion Artists are intoxicated by their own music, and don't care whether passers-by stop and linger.
"I want to buy a book whose name I don't know?, is there any more here?" Malfoy stopped in front of an ordinary newsstand, and then went straight to ask.
"What kind of question is this?" Fu Rong followed Malfoy's footsteps step by step, then stopped, and at the same time she was a little dazed.
How can I buy a book that I don't even know the name of
There was an old reclining rattan chair in the newsstand, next to a row of tall mahogany bookcases, a thin old man was leaning on the chair, with white beard and hair, smoking the pipe in his hand, puffing on the clouds, While intoxicated, a black cat lay lazily on his shoulder, seemingly falling asleep.
Sensing that there was a guest, the black cat woke up with a start, opened its emerald eyes, and jumped off the old man's shoulder.