"Thanks, how about a cup of black tea?" Madame Maxim gently lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea into it.

"Thank you. Fleur gently took the porcelain cup printed with roses, in which the steaming tea was steaming, she took a sip, the fragrance of black tea flowed between her teeth, so that her tired spirit was somewhat relieved.

"Why are you here?" she then asked as she put down her teacup and suddenly turned to her headmaster.

She had been dealing with the transfer of these patients just now, and she didn't have the time to ask.

Madame Maxim's broad face also showed a look of bewilderment.

"Didn't you call me? Fleur?"

"How could I?" her delicate face also showed a look of confusion, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Madame Maxim quickly pulled out a letter from her wide cuff.

"You see, I was strange when the owl arrived, I remember you didn't use an owl. ”

She held the envelope up, the red paint already torn.

Juanxiu's handwriting can be vaguely seen on it.

I hadn't written it, Fleur said in surprise, but it was clearly in her handwriting.

In the faint candlelight, the text on the envelope was faintly visible.

Just as he was taking the letter out of the envelope, a spark suddenly began to spread in the middle.

"What's going on?" Fleur was startled and threw the letter out of her hand.

Then the spark spread rapidly, and the entire piece of paper was stained into ashes in midair, and the embers scattered onto the table.

"Whirlwind sweep!" Fleur knocked on the table, and the ashes quickly fell headlong into the trash can outside the door.

It's all sick here, and it's necessary to keep it clean.

After doing this step.

The two looked at each other.

"Are you mistaken?"

"I have a good memory...... I still remember two weeks before the weekend I had honey tea and macarons for breakfast, and the day before yesterday I picked up a patient who was stung by a poisonous scorpion......"

Fleur was a little flustered for a while, wanting to prove herself as much as possible.

"What does the letter say?" she asked.

"Ask me for help, just like I do today. ”

"But it looks good, and the hospital is under surveillance. ”

"You said the Dark Lord's next target might be St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and asked me to help you. Madame Maxim's thick voice was low.

Fleur's expression was immediately wonderful.

That's what she thought, but she didn't act on it.

"And where are we going?" asked Fleur suddenly.

"The advice in the letter is Hogwarts, you know, I've crossed the border now, there is no justification or formality, and after sending you there, I have to hurry back to France, otherwise it will cause an international dispute. ”

This is also the safest choice at the moment, and it is still "you" who told me in the letter. ”

"True or not, I think it's a good choice. ”

"Are you going back with me? Your parents and sister miss you. ”

"It may take some time. ”

"I think so too. Madame Maxim nodded, and looked around at the patients.

Fleur withdrew from her memories and looked at the mottled round stone pillars on the left and right of the corridor in front of her, and I have to say that it was very wonderful.

Thinking about it, I arrived at Hogwarts inexplicably, and I still sigh a little about the impermanence of life.

Occasionally resting, when bored, I will think about the boy who "kidnapped" her, I heard that he is a few years younger than her.

It's a bit of a shame.

Are you so useless? You'll be subdued by junior students.

Amnesia means no emotion.

Of course, this is what she thinks she does, and it is said that she still competes here?

Fleur shook her head, still unimpressed.

However, it might be nice to be able to visit the scenery again as a first-time visitor

But it will have to wait for the time to be processed.

Relieved of his fatigue, he stood up again and walked to another room.

Just when she started working again, the person who started everything was also pestered to ask some troublesome questions.

In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy suddenly put down the magazine in her hand gently, stared at the boy in front of her with her curious gaze, and finally asked:

"Draco, aren't you going to see the hostage lady you kidnapped? he's in the school hospital right now. ”

Uncharacteristically, she encouraged Malfoy to approach the other girls.

But no matter how you look at it, I don't want it to be a kind gesture.

"She doesn't remember, there's no need, and I don't want to be seen as a bad pick-up. Malfoy said seemingly flatly, his gaze not taking his eyes off the book.

Of course, the heart is not as calm as it seems.

If you want to be surprised, his surprise is not inferior to that of any current Hogwarts student.

The once pampered, arrogant eldest lady pulled down her body to take care of the patient, which is indeed shocking.

Of his three letters, one was addressed to Madame Maxim of Beauxbatons, thousands of miles away.

One was sent to Professor McGonagall as a docking.

The other was sent to Gringotts to remind them.

However, it seems that the latter did not take his advice.

Come to think of it, Voldemort's possible future goals are none other than these two locations.

And the former is not exactly what he thinks.

His idea was that after sending the patient with the help of the rune horse, Fleur would follow Madame Maxim back along the way, but he didn't expect to stay in this capacity.

Pansy was a little disappointed when she heard this, and she wanted to see if the girl had really forgotten everything.

"I don't really want to see her, but you did give me a chance. ”

"What?" said Pansy, with a bad premonition.

"It's time for your foot to be checked, isn't it?" said Malfoy, shrugging as he stared at the girl's calf.

Hogwarts' wards are now a bit crowded, and even though they've been expanded, they've become more crowded.

"Miss Parkinson, he's recovering pretty well. Augustus' voice came from the room.

Just as Fleur was about to change a patient's bandages, she heard conversation in the hospital room and pushed the door open.

The student, surnamed Malfoy, half-leaned against the wall, and after glancing at Fleur, he was stunned for a moment, then fleeting.

Strangely, when she saw that somewhat thin and pale face, she felt guilty inexplicably.

Makes her feel as if she's hallucinating?

The guilt of guilt could not be explained in her.

Could it be that this student used some empathetic magic on her?

After a silent look at each other, Fleur changed the gauze for a patient as if nothing had happened, and left the ward decisively.

Looking for something to say or something, she was not in the mood, or because she had forgotten, she had no desire for revenge at all.

If she really remembered, maybe she would have asked for clarification.

Malfoy is also not superfluously entangled, sentimental, entangled in emotion, not his character, all this is Fleur's choice, of course he respects.

"It's all right. Malfoy's gaze met that of the girl, who was now most concerned about Pansy's injury.

"Of course. Pansy smiled briskly and jumped lightly on the floor to indicate that she had fully recovered, shaking her arm slightly.

"That's good. Malfoy nodded, a rare smile on his face.