"Of course, I don't even know why you gave me a pseudonym at that time, Ray Von? That is a strange name, and I still remember that I had been in France for a long time after returning home, and no one had ever heard of it. ”

"Coincidentally, I met you again at the Quidditch World Cup, and you were still running around with my sister, and when you didn't see your face, I really wanted to give you a spell that thought you were a human trafficker, um... When I saw the face, I thought about it even more. ”

"But you didn't answer my question. ”

"It's cold at Hogwarts, too. ”

"I'm going to talk to you during the Triwizard Tournament, and I know you're going to be a Warrior. ”

"The first few races were also passed smoothly without danger, but it was not until the third event ......"

"I really didn't expect that you and that hostage of yours actually exchanged identities, and I would have left you there to ignore you, that was my first kiss!" Fleur said word by word, suddenly thinking of something, showing a somewhat sweet smile.

"The opposite sex. ”

Fleur added, laughing knowingly, and Gabrielle and her relatives certainly don't count.

"After that, I don't know how to face you, I can't hold back my cold face. Fleur's cheeks were now covered with a seductive crimson, but no one could see it.

"But I can't do it with a shy face, I can't do it either, Mei Wa doesn't have any ridiculous rules for kissing love, even if there is, I don't bother to follow, and at that time, in fact, resentment prevailed. ”

"Not long ago, I also knew that Azkaban no longer uses Dementors as guards, otherwise I wouldn't care about you, and if you were abducted "actively", you should have squatted in prison for a few years before you learned to be honest. The tone of Furong's pen is inexplicably willful, and it seems to be coquettish.

But what happened later was even more unexpected than I expected. Fleur's spinning wrist suddenly stopped, and she sighed helplessly.

"Now, I might be able to guess some of your thoughts. ”

"You don't want me involved, but I have to go headfirst into the whirlpool, do you?"

"That's stupid, isn't it?"

"Actually, I also think I'm quite stupid, obviously I don't have any skills, and I'm so stubborn. ”

"Now I've figured it out. ”

"Dance 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 the time! I never invited a male partner!" said Fleur with a nonchalant chuckle.

"And then there's this trip that doesn't count as a trip. Fleur breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dumbledore was a highly respected wizard, and I believe that he would not have evil ambitions, and naturally would not be complicit in the dark wizards. ”

"Of course, the most important thing is that I believe in you, even if I heard the conversation between the three principals, I didn't want 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 is better to walk freely by yourself. ”

"Think of it as a poor hostage lady who escaped lucky enough from the vicious robbers. Fleur looked at the letter and smiled bitterly.

"Suppose, I mean suppose, we can be together in the future, don't you excuse ourselves that we've traveled these days and won't go on our honeymoon anymore?"

"Besides, I don't think I can keep these secrets, and I think I'll be miserable when I'm gone, so I'll have to keep it for you for the time being, don't lose it for me, I'll come back to get it when it's over, don't be a fool of yourself." ”

The girl made up her mind, took a deep breath, and then climbed her wand to her temple, and pulled out a silk thread that resembled a silver mist, and a long thread was carefully packed by Fleur into an empty and delicate glass bottle, and the wisps of memory became thinner and longer, until at last, as if they could not bear it, they broke off.

The silver filament rolled up in the bottle, then unfolded, swirling like gas.

This method was also secretly told to her by Dumbledore.

Fleur, who had just pulled out her memory, looked at her position in a little confusion, and after a long time, she barely reacted.

She didn't care where she was.

She has only one thought on her mind now - to go home.

In fact, when Dumbledore and the others stored their memories in a meditation basin, they left a label in their brains, but they did not completely extract their own memories.

Forgetting is not an amnestic, but similar to a modified memory hidden somewhere in the brain, but it is greatly stimulated and activated.

For example, what Voldemort did to the original Bertha Jorkins was that Barty Crouch cast an amnesia spell on the poor clerk in order to avoid his favoritism, causing irreversible damage to her brain.

But even so, Voldemort still tortured all the truth with the Diamond Heart Curse, which shows that the Oblivion Charm is not emptied, but hidden.

Fleur eventually left, and kept her memories behind, thinking about it very thoroughly, perhaps because of this experience of being controlled, she understood that sometimes, she couldn't be trusted.

The Stone Guard was still stupidly half-kneeling on the ground, unaware that the target he had been ordered to protect had "escaped".

A piece of parchment, densely written, slowly fell to the ground.

"Fleur?" Malfoy frowned, and when he returned, there was no sign of the girl beside the burning campfire, and the blanket had fallen to the ground alone, thinking that something had happened again.

Then I found the note I had just left on the ground, and the back was full of handwriting.

After a quick browsing.

Malfoy learns what happened—she's gone.

This made him feel a little stunned.

"It's a good thing too. He thought to himself, looking at the transparent bottle filled with silver gas in his hand.

But there is some inexplicable emptiness in my heart, maybe I am used to having someone around me to talk to?

"From now on, I'm alone. Malfoy took a deep breath, calmed himself down quickly, and roasted his prey on the fire.

The oil drips on the flames, making a "zizi" sound, filling the air with the smell of meat, and it rains heavily outside the cave.

Now I don't know where Fleur has gone, he was going to send her home safely after this, but he didn't expect the girl to say goodbye first.

Malfoy boredly flipped the erected flames with wooden branches, looking at the dancing flames, a little distracted, and the blue-green fire gradually roasted the raw meat until it was cooked.

How long will it take to go through such days?

Who knows?