But there must be news about Malfoy.
Finally, in the break room, she found an underclassman and took a copy from there.
Her gaze swept over quickly, this is today's headline news.
"The proud flower of the court has escaped from the clutches of the clutches—Miss Fleur Delacour has recently returned to her home and is currently undergoing treatment at the Magic Injury Hospital. I hope that the friendship between the wizarding world between Britain and France will last forever. In addition, the hostage German Raku Malfoy is still missing."
Pansy put down the newspaper angrily.
She didn't care about the life and death of that Veela-like woman.
I was so happy again.
As for Fu Rong's current situation, she is not too optimistic, she has become a caged bird that has lost her freedom.
It was an unusual and somewhat hot afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Delacour finished their lunch with their young daughter. Mr. Delacour sat at the table quietly reading the latest magazines.
The gentle sunlight slanted in from the window, as if covering the smooth tabletop with a layer of gold powder, and the whole home is leisurely and indifferent.
For Muggles, the Champs-Elysées is a very expensive commercial location, but for wizards, it is extremely easy to build houses on their land.
Hidden in the long and narrow green belt, a space seemed to be opened out of thin air, and tall buildings were erected for wizards to live in.
His wife was silently cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.
The atmosphere is a bit depressing.
Since Fu Rong was "coerced" and taken away, there was very little laughter in the family.
Gabriel was also sitting on the sofa, quietly looking at the picture book.
The slender legs swayed back and forth.
Suddenly, her attention was drawn from the bizarre fairy tale.
"Maybe it's an Auror again, who came to comfort us." Since Fleur was "kidnapped", officials from the French Ministry of Magic often came to visit them, as well as Madame Maxime. Mr. Delacour put down the magazine and prepared to to open the door.
The wooden door was opened, and M. Delacour froze there.
"Furong?" He whispered.
Their eldest daughter was standing at the door at this moment. Her top was a thick black windbreaker with several holes, and her bottom was a pair of ragged jeans.
The skin presents a wheat-like healthy complexion.
It's just that she is dusty and tired.
After encountering something shocking, some people tend to break things in their hands because they are overwhelmed.
Madame Delacour finished washing the dishes slowly, looking very indifferent.
Then he muttered: "If this is a dream, then I will definitely wake up in the past, let it continue for a while."
She couldn't believe that her daughter would go home so easily.
She clearly felt that she was hallucinating.
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Furong looked at them in surprise.
"Gabriel, sister is back, aren't you happy?" She stretched out her hand and rubbed Gabriel's soft silver-white hair. At this time, her sister had already briskly ran to her side, looking up and down. looking at her.
"Why are your eye sockets so red?"
"I remember I was delayed for a day or two, right?" Fu Rong tilted her head, pretending to be remembering.
"A day or two? You have been missing for several months, sister." Gabriel said word by word.
"So long?" A look of astonishment appeared on the girl's face, and those charming blue eyes were now full of doubts.
"Let me think about it." Furong's expression fell into confusion for a moment.
But she decided to do something else first.
She's in a lot of pain right now.
"Mom, is there hot water in the bathroom now?" Fu Rong asked, finding her own slippers from the shoe cabinet with ease, bending over and putting them on.
"Are you really back, Fleur?"
At this time, Ms. Delacour really realized that her daughter was back, not a dream.
Then he hurried over, without taking off the apron, and without feeling dirty, he hugged her daughter tightly.
"It makes you worry, but I don't want to, because Beauxbaton's carriage overturned." Furong was a little at a loss, and she didn't know why her family was so excited.
Fu Rong patted her mother on the back and said comfortingly.
The Delacours looked at each other for a moment.
Especially Furong's mother, that beautiful young woman, she clearly remembered everything she saw at Hogwarts at that time. Furong's answer was irrelevant, which made her have some ominous premonitions.
It was M. Delacour who gave his wife a dark look.
Tell her to stop asking questions.
"Let her rest first, Fleur must be very tired." Mr. Delacour nodded.
Then Fu Rong's mother pushed Fu Rong to the bathroom, a little impatient.
Her father quietly walked to the luxurious marble fireplace in the living room, and slowly stuck half of his head in.
"Gabriel, wait for my sister to take a good care of her after she takes a bath." Fu Rong's mother also said to Gabriel at this time.
Gabriel nodded obediently.
Fu Rong showed a puzzled expression, wondering why she suddenly received so much attention.
But the urgency to clean her body overwhelmed her confusion, and she felt that she was dirty. Right now I just want to take a good shower.
Walking into the bathroom, there was the sound of splashing water.
After about half an hour, Fu Rong reluctantly left the bathroom.
Gabriel carefully watched Furong come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, the girl looked very satisfied.
Fleur wiped her wet hair with a towel, then took Gabriel's hand, and they went back to the room together.
"When I was not at home, were you disobedient?" Fu Rong sat on the head of the bed,
"No, I've always been obedient." Gabriel nodded obediently.
"Why are mom and dad behaving like this?" Fu Rong only began to ask at this time that there was a reason for their behavior.
It's just not waiting for Gabriel to reply.
The wooden door of the room was quickly pushed open.
A middle-aged woman in a white robe broke in abruptly, wearing a pair of rimless glasses with a serious expression.
In Furong's eyes, she also saw her parents quietly watching from behind the door.
"You are?" Fu Rong asked in surprise.
"May I ask that you are Mademoiselle Fleur Delacour?"
"Yes, I am." Furong nodded.
"I am Bona Able, the chief physician of the Spell Injury Department of the Magical Injury Hospital in Dijon, France. This is my business card. According to your father, you may have been injured by a curse."
"Your memory may be disturbed." The woman said seriously.
"I'm normal!" Furong shook her head.
"At present, it seems that this may be the case. This is a tampering of some memories. For your health, I hope you can cooperate with my work."
"Little sister, can you go out first?" The female doctor asked Gabriel to leave.
Gabriel left quietly when she saw her parents outside the door waving to her again.
She is still very sensible.