"Sister, what's wrong with you, you haven't looked good since yesterday, is it because of the competition?" Fleur pushed the door pale and sat down on the edge of the bed, this was her and Gabrielle's little room, the inside of the Beauxbatons carriage was much larger than everyone actually saw, and each student was equipped with a cabin.

The Delacour sisters are a little more special, and in order to take care of their younger sister, they share a room of two.

It is a childlike room, and the whole room is wrapped in a gentle hue, pale gold, emerald green, and sky blue, giving the illusion of being in a fairy tale world.

A few strings were hung from the ceiling, and they were all hung with paper cranes.

In the center of the room was a large coffee table, on which the spout of the teapot was emitting heat.

At the end of one side, there are two small beds, one bed is filled with all kinds of dolls and dolls, needless to say, this is naturally Gabrielle's small bed.

Most of the little girls of this age like this style.

Gabrielle was wearing velvet pajamas just now, lying on the bed looking at an unknown fairy tale picture book, looking at her sister's bad face, and immediately asked with concern.

"It's not because of the game. Fleur shook her head weakly, as if she had been hit hard, and then she sat down on the edge of Gabrielle's bed.

"Tomorrow my sister may wake up early and check on something, and Gabrielle will go to bed obediently, okay? Don't cry because my sister is away." Fleur took a deep breath to calm herself, and then said to Gabrielle,

"Okay, sister. Gabrielle nodded obediently.

"By the way, sister, how do you spell this word?" Gabrielle shook the fairy tale picture book in her hand, which wrote novel and moving fairy tales in English line by line.

In the illustration on the side, a beautiful girl with long hair as thick as gold threads is looking around at a tower surrounded by lush forests, where she has lost her freedom and longs for it.

"Where?" asked Fleur softly, finally recovering her emotions and smiling at her sister.

"What about this... Sister," said Gabrielle, stretching out her fingers and scratching across the tree, and in a soft, sweet voice, "Lettuce" slowly grew into the prettiest girl in the world, and at the age of twelve, she was killed by a witch... in a high tower. ”

"I don't recognize this word. Gabrielle said, pointing to the word in the place she had just skipped over.

What she didn't notice was that her sister had finally regained some of her bloody face, and suddenly the blood disappeared and became extremely pale.

To be imprisoned is to be locked up in one place and lose one's freedom. Fleur explained in a trembling voice.

"That's pathetic. Gabrielle shook her little head and looked sympathetically at the "Lettuce Girl" in the illustration who longed for freedom.

"Gabrielle, it's time to sleep, okay?" Fleur touched Gabrielle's forehead, and her sister put the book on the bedside.

The next morning, Fleur woke up at dawn, tiptoed out of bed, kissed Gabrielle lightly on the forehead, began to wash, and finally hurried out of the room, straight out of the carriage door.

The target is the library at Hogwarts.

"Azkaban and Newmengard are two of the most famous prisons in the wizarding world, the former known for its notorious evil creatures, the Dementors, and the latter for its towering towers of despair. ”

"If I had really committed a serious crime, I would rather be caught in Newmengard. A normal wizard said.

"The British Department of Magical Law Enforcement has set up a prison on an island in the cold waters of the North Sea..."

"Guarded by the Dementors, the only freedom a prisoner may have is his own mind that can think freely, but the Dementors can take away this only freedom. ”

"They devour all positive emotions, and once the prisoners are held for a while, they lose all good feelings and thoughts. ”

"As for the solution, the only way is the Patronus Charm. ”

Even though Fleur had already learned some of the relevant history and literature in Beauxbatons's class, when she read it again, Fleur still felt a cold chill spread from her heart.

This is a desperate punishment.

"Shall I inform him?" Fleur asked herself inwardly.

That night she was going to talk to Madame Maxim about the Goblet of Fire, and apologize by the way, after all, her headmaster had quite high expectations for her, and she was always a little sorry for not winning the championship, and then she could talk about other things, such as Gabrielle's education.

But just as she was about to knock on the door of Madame Maxim's office, she suddenly heard the voices of two other men in the room, who seemed to be arguing fiercely.

She could tell that it was Dumbledore's voice and Karkaroff's, the former was a slightly calmer voice, while the latter was constantly yelling excitedly.

"Arrest him and put him in Azkaban. Karkaroff's sweet voice vanished into a high-pitched growl, his tone full of resentment.

"I really didn't expect that, the boy would do such a thing, to be honest, Fleur had a good impression of him at the beginning...... Of course, Dumbledore, I support your decision. "This is the voice of Madame Maxim.

"The Goblet of Fire ceremony is a good time," Dumbledore's deep voice pierced the walls, "and we can take this opportunity to announce Voldemort's return and make everyone vigilant." ”

"Voldemort returns?" Fleur's head suddenly froze and leaned against the wall, as if the nerves receiving the information could not withstand such a shocking event

At that time, Voldemort did not just ravage Britain, but the horror he brought spread to almost the entire European region.

"And a good feeling?" she even heard her name in the conversation, and almost immediately thought of the boy.

Kakaroff's words then confirmed her suspicions.

"I want to strangle that boy named Malfoy with my own hands! If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for him... Submit... That man will not be resurrected!" Karkaroff tried to say the man's name, but he paused in fear.

"I'm sorry for my student's problem, but anger won't help now, and he'll get the punishment he deserves. Dumbledore's voice was a little tired, as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"He brought that man back?" Fleur pondered their words.

Then suddenly there was a crunch in the room.

"Karkaroff, this is my favorite teacup!" Maxim said lamentingly.

Maybe it was Karkaroff who shook his hand off the teacup out of fear, and the only thing she knew now was that someone might be caught in Azkaban.