"Of course, I still don't know why you gave me a false name, Ray Von? That name is really strange. I still remember it. I asked for a lot of time in France after returning home, but no one I've heard of that name."
"Coincidentally, I met you again at the Quidditch World Cup. You were still dragging my sister around and running around. When I didn't see your face, I really wanted to put a spell on you, thinking you were a human trafficker. Hmm... I think about it even more when I see the face."
"But you gave no answer to my question."
"It's aloof at Hogwarts."
"I'm going to have a good talk with you during the Triwizard Tournament. I know that you will definitely become a warrior."
"The first few competitions were passed smoothly without any danger, but until the third project..."
"I really didn't expect that you and your hostage would have exchanged identities. If I knew it, I would have left you there and ignored you. That was my first kiss!" A little sweet smile.
"Heterosexual."
Fu Rong added, and smiled knowingly, of course the relationship with Gabriel and her relatives is not counted.
"Afterwards, I don't know how to face you anymore. I can't hold back when I face you coldly." Furong's cheeks were now flushed with an alluring crimson, but no one could see it.
"But looking for you with a shy face, I can't do it either. Veela doesn't have any ridiculous rules of making love with a kiss. Even if there were, I wouldn't bother to follow them. And at that time, resentment actually prevailed."
"Not long ago, I also knew that Azkaban no longer uses dementors as guards, otherwise I would not care about you, and if you "actively" abducted you, you should spend a few years in prison. Only then will you learn to be more honest." The tone of Fu Rong's pen became inexplicably willful, and seemed to be acting like a baby.
"However, what happened later was even more unexpected." Fu Rong's spinning wrist stopped suddenly, and she sighed helplessly.
"Now, I may be able to guess some of your thoughts."
"You don't want me to be involved, but I have to dive into the vortex, right?"
"That's stupid, isn't it?"
"Actually, I also think I'm pretty stupid. I have no skills, but I'm still so stubborn."
"Now I figured it out too."
"Dancing partner or something, even if you don't accept it, you won't deliberately humiliate me like this. I can only understand that you are deliberately drawing a line."
"Of course, I was really mad at that time! I never took the initiative to invite a male companion!" Fu Rong said with a light smile that didn't care.
"Then it's a trip that doesn't count as a trip." Furong heaved a sigh of relief.
"Dumbledore is a highly respected wizard. I believe he will not have evil ambitions, and naturally he will not collude with dark wizards."
"Of course, the most important thing is that I believe in you. Even after hearing the conversation of the three principals, I was unwilling to believe them at first."
"Having said so much, I actually want to say goodbye to you. I think, rather than being driven away by you, it's better to go by myself."
"Take it as a poor hostage lady who escaped from the vicious robbers by luck." Fu Rong looked at the letter paper and smiled bitterly.
"Assuming, I mean assuming, we can be together in the future, don't you excuse that we have already traveled these days and don't go on honeymoon anymore?"
"In addition, I don't think I can keep these secrets, and if I leave like this, I think I will be very painful, so I can only be kept by you temporarily. Don't lose it for me. After everything is over, I will Come back to pick it up, don't lie down."
The girl made up her mind, took a deep breath, and then climbed the wand to her temple, and pulled out a silk thread similar to silver mist from it. A long thread was carefully packed into an empty delicate glass bottle by Hibiscus In the middle, the strands of memory became thinner and thinner, and longer and longer, until finally, as if they couldn't bear it, they broke.
The silver thread coiled up in the bottle, then unfolded, swirling like gas.
This method was also secretly told to her by Dumbledore.
Fu Rong, who had just pulled out her memory, looked at her position in confusion, and it took a long time before she managed to react.
She doesn't care where she is now.
There is only one thought in her mind now—going home.
In fact, when Dumbledore and others stored their memories in the Pensieve, it was equivalent to leaving a label in their brains, but they did not completely extract their memories.
Forget it all, it is not to delete the memory, but it is similar to hiding the modified memory somewhere in the brain, but it will be activated when it is greatly stimulated.
For example, what Voldemort did to the original Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch, in order to avoid his favoritism being exposed, cast an oblivion curse on the poor staff member, causing her brain to be irreversibly damaged damage.
But even so, Voldemort still tortured all the truth with the Cruciatus Curse, which shows that the Forgetting Curse is not to empty, but to hide.
Fu Rong finally left, and kept her own memory, she was very thoughtful, maybe it was the experience of being controlled this time, which made her understand that sometimes, she can't even be trusted.
The stone guard was still half-kneeling on the ground foolishly, unaware that the target he had been ordered to protect had "escaped".
A piece of densely written parchment slowly fell to the ground.
"Fleur?" Malfoy frowned. After he came back, he didn't find the girl next to the burning bonfire. The blanket fell on the ground alone. He thought it was another accident.
Then I found the note I left just now on the ground, and the back was covered with handwriting.
After a quick browse.
Malfoy found out what had happened—she had left.
This made him feel a little astonished.
"It's also a good thing." He thought to himself, looking at the transparent bottle filled with silver gas in his hand.
But there is still some inexplicable emptiness in my heart, maybe I am used to having someone talking by my side
"From now on, we'll be fighting alone." Malfoy took a deep breath, calmed himself down quickly, and roasted the prey he had just brought outside.
The oil dripped on the flames, making a "sizzling" sound, and the aroma of meat was permeated, and there was another heavy rain outside the cave.
Now he doesn't know where Furong has gone. He originally planned to send her home safely after that, but he didn't expect the girl to leave without saying goodbye.
Malfoy flipped the set up flame with a wooden branch boredly, looking at the dancing flames, he was a little dazed, the blue-green fire gradually roasted the raw meat until it was cooked.
How long will this day last
Who knows