She was looking for a copy of the Daily Prophet, and the red-haired Weasley was looking at the newspaper and talking nonsense.

But there's definitely news about Malfoy.

Finally, in the break room, she found a junior student and took one from there.

Her gaze swept quickly, and it was the headline of the day.

"Miss Fleur Delacour, the proud flower of the court, has recently returned to her home and is now being treated in the Magical Injury Hospital, hoping that the wizarding friendship between England and France will last forever, and that the hostage Draco Malfoy is still missing. ”

Pansy put the newspaper down in a bit of annoyance.

She didn't care about the life or death of the woman who looked like Mei Wa.

Bai was happy again.

As for Fleur's current situation, she is not too optimistic and has become a caged bird who has lost her freedom.

It was an ordinary, somewhat hot afternoon, and Mr. and Mrs. Delacour had finished their lunch with their young daughter, and Mr. Delacour sat at his table quietly reading the latest magazine.

The gentle sunlight slanting in from the window seems to spread a layer of gold dust on the smooth tabletop, and the whole home is relaxed and indifferent.

The Champs-Élysées was a commercial location for Muggles, but it was easy for wizards to build houses on their land.

Hidden in the narrow green belt, it seems to have carved out of thin air a space where tall buildings are erected for wizards to live in.

His wife was silently cleaning the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

Since Fleur was "coerced" away, there has been little laughter in the house.

Gabrielle also sat on the sofa, quietly reading the picture book.

Slender calves swaying back and forth.

Suddenly, her attention shifted from the bizarre fairy tale.

"Maybe it's the Aurors again, to comfort us. "Since Fleur was "kidnapped" away, officials from the French Ministry of Magic have often visited them, as well as Madame Maxime, and Monsieur de la Cuer put down the magazine and prepared to open the door.

The wooden door was opened, and Mr. Delacour froze there.

"Fleur?" he whispered.

Their eldest daughter, who was standing in the doorway at this time, was wearing a thick black trench coat with a few torn cuts, and a pair of tattered jeans underneath.

The skin has a wheat-like, healthy complexion.

It's just that she is dusty and tired.

After encountering something shocking, someone will often break something in their hands because they don't know what to do.

Madame de la Curl finished washing the dishes slowly, looking very indifferent.

Then he muttered, "If this is a dream, then I'm sure I'll wake up in the past, let it continue a little longer." ”

She didn't believe that her daughter would come home so easily.

She clearly felt like she was hallucinating.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Fleur looked at them in surprise.

"Gabrielle, aren't you happy that your sister is back?" she reached out and rubbed Gabrielle's silky silver hair, and her sister had already run to her very briskly, looking her up and down.

"Why are your eyes red?"

"I remember I've only been delayed for a day or two, right?" Fleur tilted her head, making a look of memory.

"You've been missing for months, sister. Gabrielle said word for word.

"So long?" said a look of astonishment on the girl's face, and her charming blue eyes were now full of doubt.

"Let me think about it. Fleur's expression was confused for a moment.

But she decided to do something else first.

She's sick all over now.

"Mom, is there hot water in the bathroom now?" asked Fleur as she found her slippers from the shoe cabinet and bent down to put them on.

"Are you really back, Fleur?"

At this time, Ms. Delacour really realized that her daughter was back, not a dream.

Then she hurried over, and her apron was not unfastened, nor was it dirty, so she hugged her daughter tightly.

"I'm worried about you, but I don't want to, because Beauxbatons' carriage overturned. Fleur was a little overwhelmed and didn't know why her family was so excited.

Fleur patted her mother on the back and comforted.

The Delacours looked at each other for a moment.

Especially Fleur's mother, the beautiful young woman, who clearly remembered everything she saw at Hogwarts at that time, and Fleur's answer to the question gave her some foreboding.

Or did Mr. Delacour give his wife a vague look.

Ask her to stop questioning.

"Let her rest first, Fleur must be tired. Mr. Delacour nodded.

Then Fleur's mother pushed Fleur and walked to the bathroom, a little impatient.

Her father crept over to the sumptuous marble fireplace in the living room and slowly put half of his head inside.

"Gabrielle, you wait for your sister to take a bath, and stay with her. Fleur's mother said to Gabrielle at this time.

Gabrielle nodded obediently.

Fleur looked puzzled, wondering why she was suddenly being cared for so much.

But the urgency of cleanliness overcame her confusion, and she felt dirty. Now I just want to take a good shower.

Walking into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water sounded.

It was about half an hour before Fleur reluctantly left the bathroom.

Gabrielle watched cautiously as Fleur came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, and the girl looked satisfied.

Fleur wiped her wet hair with a towel, then took Gabrielle's hand and went back to the room together.

"Were you disobedient when I wasn't at home?" Fleur sat at the head of the bed,

"No, I've always been obedient. Gabrielle nodded obediently.

"Why are moms and dads acting like this?" said Fleur at this point, and they were acting like this.

Just before Gabrielle could reply.

The wooden door to the room was quickly pushed open.

A middle-aged woman in a white robe suddenly burst in, wearing a pair of rimless glasses and a serious expression.

Fleur's eyes also saw her parents, who seemed to be quietly watching behind the door.

"Are you?" asked Fleur in surprise.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Fleur Delacour?"

"Yes, I am. Fleur nodded.

"I'm Poona Abel in the Spell Injuries Unit at the Hospital for Magical Injuries in Dijon, France, and this is my calling card, and according to your father, you may have been hurt by spells. ”

"Your memory may be out of order. The woman said solemnly.

"I'm normal!" Fleur shook her head.

"At the moment, it may seem so, this is a tampering with some of the memories, for the sake of your health, I hope you will cooperate with my work. ”

"Little sister, can you go out first?" the female doctor offered to let Gabrielle go.

Gabrielle saw her parents waving to her outside the door and left quietly.

She's still very sensible.