But it is also enough.
Facts have also proved that the despicable Hai Erbo should have failed. In the next few hundred years, he will disappear, otherwise, in terms of the character revealed in the records, he will definitely stir up troubles. Not that there is no information about him at all.
Maybe there was something wrong with the Horcrux, he still had consciousness, but he seemed to be imprisoned by himself, and he would never be able to break free from that shackle.
In order to avoid perceived damage, Horcruxes generally carefully select hiding places.
But this may also be a mistake. The example of Voldemort shows that the Horcrux is weak when it lacks power supply, and it needs to bewitch people to provide it with power and resurrection capital, otherwise, it will become a shackle that is difficult to break.
If his Horcrux had never been destroyed, he might be alive now
But it may be easier to die if you are imprisoned in an inescapable illusion.
Who would want such eternal life
After roughly scanning the information on the roll of parchment, Malfoy casually threw him on one of the burning candles, and found that it was not damaged at all.
"It's really stubborn." He shook his head, ready to change the way of handling it, ignite it with Fiendflame, and throw it into the sea.
"Guard guard!" He raised his wand, and a black stone on the stone wall suddenly fell down, rolled on the ground, bounced a few times, then expanded and changed several times, and finally evolved into the appearance of a guard holding a shield. Kneeling on one knee, guarding Furong's side.
He was going out of the cave now, to finish off the hot potato in his hand, and hunt by the way. He was a little tired of eating fish these days, so he needed a change.
"It's really a surprise." Malfoy clicked his tongue, looked at Fleur who fell into a deep sleep, and then touched the souvenir that was left on his body just now.
To him, this is just a trivial injury, which doesn't even affect his actions, but all this is completely different in Furong's dream.
The bright red blood swayed under the purple candlelight, drawing an elegant arc, and Malfoy fell straight in front of the coffin, as if it was custom-made for him.
The scarlet light in the girl's eyes suddenly bloomed like a bright flower, and a beautiful bone flower bloomed, but the blood-red light suddenly weakened and withered, and the eyes regained their clarity.
Then she looked at the person she had stabbed to the ground, and fell into panic and remorse instantly.
She stared blankly at the blade in her hand for a few seconds, at a loss.
Her mind is very chaotic now, she doesn't know why, just staring at one of the candles, a smear of purple light flickered on the body of the candle, her head fell into chaos, and she stabbed her body by accident people before.
A sickly and seductive voice said to her: "Kill him, and you will be with him forever. On this isolated island, it's just the two of you. You don't have to care about the outside world anymore. What responsibilities and obligations are you?" None of your business."
These words are like the ravings of a lunatic to a person with normal judgment, but to Fleur, they are almost irresistible, because her judgment ability is almost completely lost.
"Resuscitate quickly! Resuscitate quickly!" She finally regained some sanity now, and frantically waved her wand at Malfoy who fell to the ground.
"This must be a dream." Seeing Malfoy lying in a pool of blood, Fleur shook her head in disbelief, took a deep breath, and knelt on the solid ground, trying to shake his body to wake him up. Then realized that this would open the wound.
"Healing as before!" She barely calmed down at this time, and had to deal with the wound first.
Fleur tore off the cuffs of Malfoy's upper body, and pointed her wand decisively at the deep and penetrating wound.
Under the milky white healing light, the scratched wound quickly closed and new flesh grew, but after the wound was healed, it quickly burst open again, gurgling blood flowed out, Furong's face suddenly showed joy, and she fell into another In the bottomless abyss of despair.
She watched in despair as the person in front of her gradually lost her vitality, suffering and powerless.
Fortunately, this is indeed a dream.
She was woken up.
Real memories slowly emerged in my mind, as if the silk threads of the silkworm chrysalis were pulled away layer by layer, and my consciousness only stayed after scratching Malfoy, and was quickly stunned by him decisively.
Furong wanted to straighten up, only to realize that a thick blanket was covering her body, which quickly slid down, and a bonfire was set up not far from her. In the airless cave entrance, there should be flames generated by magic.
Bring a touch of warmth and solidity.
Not far away, the huge coffin and a few weird candles had been completely destroyed, which was also the chief culprit that caused her to fall into madness.
A somewhat ugly guard with a shield held high, knelt on one knee, his stiff stone head creaked, twisting slowly, performing his duties faithfully.
Furong looked at the empty surroundings, not knowing what time it was, she straightened up, and then touched a piece of parchment, on which was written: "I'm going to get something to eat, maybe I'm going to spend the night here today, you Wake up and stay here, don't move around"
She stared at the note in a daze.
She seemed to be really lagging behind, and now Malfoy might still be injured, but he had to find food for her.
The scene in the dream kept flashing in her mind, repeating again and again.
Her promises are so ridiculous that a single person's relics can brush her around.
She hesitated for a while, then made a difficult decision, then turned over the parchment, and quickly wrote on the back of the blank.
Draco:
"This time the two of us stayed together alone for a few months. Although I think it passed in a blink of an eye, it actually took a long time, right?" This was her opening remarks.
"I'm sorry, maybe I don't even have the courage to say sorry to you in person, the scar must be very painful, right?" Fu Rong wrote apologetically.
"The first time I saw you was in Gringotts in Diagon Alley, right? You were a little boy, well, you are now, but it always feels mature, and you calmly solved it back then Those provocative dementors have saved many people, I still remember your rooster-shaped Patronus, until now, I haven’t used this spell very well.”