Gabriel had a dream tonight. In the dream, her sister came back home in the dark, but she did not hide it from her parents. She opened her room lightly, then walked to the bed, He kissed his forehead lightly.
The light moonlight shone on her face, giving her a charming sense of holiness. Even though she was sleeping, she could feel the warmth of her sister's lips.
"Sister!" Gabriel woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes, and her long silver hair like a waterfall fell loosely over her shoulders. At this time, she found through the window that the sun had already poked out her head, emitting a soft light.
It is morning.
She didn't even put on her cartoon slippers and changed into her pajamas before rushing out of the room.
"Sister is back!"
She said to her parents who were eating breakfast.
The family misses her sister very much, and so do her parents, who worry day and night.
Dumbledore repeated over and over that Fleur would be safe and would even return to them soon, but this was completely unconvincing.
That "crazy" student might do something to their daughter.
"Gabriel, you must be hallucinating." Ms. Delacour patted Gabriel's head affectionately at the breakfast table. She also missed her daughter very much, but it was too unrealistic.
At this moment, a piece of parchment fluttered down from the chandelier, with black writing on it.
"I'm fine, please don't worry."
Then the parchment was turned into ashes in an instant, 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 was peaceful at this time, the water in the fountain stopped flowing, and the proud peacock who used to be proud and used to pacing back and forth was now hiding in the corner, just like the owner's mood, unwilling to make any noise.
"Narcisha, I have something to inform you." In the living room, Lucius' face was a little heavy.
His wife, Narcissa, was sitting beside a mahogany table with her cheeks resting on her hands, she was out of her mind, her eyes were empty and she was looking ahead, her expression a little sluggish.
"Is it Draco's business?" Narcissa stood up immediately, her haggard look became energetic all of a sudden, but after she saw Lucius' expression, she became more nervous than before.
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 about Draco yet, it's just another bad thing, I hope you can calm down after hearing it." Lucius hesitated a little, as if wondering whether to tell the story her wife.
For her wife, this must be one thing that made things worse.
But he couldn't keep hiding it. Narcissa had the right to know the truth, and that was her relative.
"Your sister, Bellatrix died in Azkaban." Lucius said as calmly as possible, as if it would ease some of the grief.
Narcissa's already pale face couldn't find a trace of blood at this time, and she asked in a trembling tone:
"Mysterious... Didn't the Dark Lord go to rescue his subordinates?"
"I don't know." Lucius closed his eyes heavily, "I can feel his monstrous anger through the Dark Mark, and the rescue may have failed."
All Death Eaters can sense Voldemort's emotions through the Dark Mark. The more pain, the more excited that man is.
"A newspaper owl from the Daily Prophet delivered me the latest news. Azkaban has collapsed. There are no survivors among the prisoners. All died."
"I'll help her hold a decent funeral. She's already dead, so they won't make things too difficult, okay?" Lucius put his hand on his wife's blond hair, stroked it slowly, and then Pushing her back to the seat, he bent down and kissed her forehead, comforting her.
Narcissa nodded, rubbing her slender fingers on her temples, looking very tired, she lost one more relative in this world.
But this didn't make her too sad, the faint melancholy just lingered in her heart, and it couldn't be called heart-piercing pain.
Since her sister was imprisoned in Azkaban, the two had no contact with each other.
Time will dilute everything, and in Narcissa's opinion, her sister has lost her mind under the torment of the dementor, and perhaps relief is a good thing.
"What about Draco? Is there any news about him?" Narcissa then asked anxiously, for fear of hearing any bad news.
What she cares most about right now is her son.
"I've already said it, but I haven't." Lucius shook his head, and then comforted him, "No news is the best news."
"No one can catch him except Dumbledore, trust our children." Lucius encouraged.
And the people they feared are now embarking on a new journey.
"This direction? Is it Germany?" Fu Rong asked while sitting on the train. At this time, she was looking out of the window at the scenery going backwards along the railway. The vast plains stretch as far as the eye can see, and the mountains and rivers spread.
After secretly meeting her relatives, Fu Rong seemed to be in a good mood, with an unstoppable smile on her face, bright and moving.
The man's wand is in hand, and the final destination is naturally the place where Nurmengard Grindelwald temporarily lives, and it is also a detention center with the same reputation 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, and even Dumbledore didn't disclose it to them.
After some repairs at the Fraudster's Bazaar, Malfoy and Fleur finally set off, and the means of transportation was still the usual train.
The destination is Berlin, the capital of Germany.
If we say that France gives people a sense of romantic laziness, you can see leisurely and relaxed pedestrians walking slowly in the streets and alleys everywhere, and they love to enjoy life.
Then when you get off the bus, leave the station and enter the city, the first impression of Germany is a strict and rigid, most of them are in a hurry, 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 also careless people in Germany. But generally speaking, Impressions are accurate.
Especially in France, there is even a saying that even if out of ten Frenchmen, nine are lazy, that one hard-working genius can also drive their progress.
Talk about bias stops here.