Maybe Salazar didn't translate it completely, and the next experiment was even more cruel, so he gave up in disgust, maybe the despicable Helpo just wrote here, in short, there are no more clues.

But it's also enough.

It also turned out that the despicable Helmpo must have failed, and in the next few hundred years, he would have disappeared, otherwise in terms of the character revealed in this record, he would definitely have been constantly stirring up the wind and rain, and would not have been completely devoid of his information.

Maybe something went wrong with the Horcrux, but he was still conscious, but it was as if he was imprisoned by himself, and he could never break free from the shackles.

In order to avoid perceived destruction, Horcruxes are usually carefully chosen to hide them.

Voldemort's example shows that the Horcrux is weak when it lacks power, and it needs demagoguery to provide it with power and resurrection capital, otherwise, it becomes a shackle that is difficult to break.

If his Horcruxes had never been destroyed, then he might still be alive by now

But it may be more pleasant to die, if you are imprisoned in an illusion from which you cannot break free.

Who would want such eternal life?

After a cursory scan of the parchment, Malfoy casually threw him onto one of the burning candles, and found that it had not been damaged in the slightest.

"It's stubborn. He shook his head, ready to do it differently, lit it with a strong fire, and threw it into the sea.

"Guard!" he raised his wand, and a black stone on the stone wall suddenly fell, rolled on the ground, bounced a few times, and then swelled and changed a few times, and finally evolved into a shield-wielding guard, kneeling on one knee, guarding Fleur's side.

He is now going out of the cave, solving the hot potato in his hand, and hunting by the way, the fish is also a little tired of eating these days, and he needs to change the taste.

"What a surprise. Malfoy smacked his tongue at Fleur in her slumber, then touched the memento she had left on her body.

For him, it was just a trivial injury, and it didn't even affect his actions, but all this was completely different in Fleur's dream.

Bright red blood swayed in the light of the purple candlelight, drawing an elegant arc, and Malfoy fell straight in front of the coffin, as if it had been made for him.

The scarlet light in the girl's eyes suddenly bloomed like a bright flower, blooming wonderful bones, but the blood-red light weakened sharply, and her eyes regained their clarity.

Then she looked at the person who had been stabbed to the ground by herself, and instantly fell into panic and remorse.

She stared at the blade in her hand for a few seconds, overwhelmed.

Her mind was in a state of confusion now, and she didn't know why, but she just stared at one of the candles, and the body of the candle flashed with a purple light, and her head fell into chaos, and the ghost stabbed at the person in front of her.

A sickly and seductive voice said to her: "Kill him, and you will be with him forever, on this isolated island, just the two of you, you don't have to pay attention to the outside world, and no responsibilities and obligations have anything to do with you." ”

These words are like the babbling of a madman to a normal person of judgment, but to Fleur there is almost nothing to resist, as her ability to judge is almost completely lost.

"Recover! Recover!" she finally regained some consciousness now, and flailed her wand at Malfoy as he fell to the ground.

"It must have been a dream. Looking at Malfoy in a pool of blood, Fleur shook her head in disbelief, took a deep breath, and knelt on the solid ground, trying to shake his body to shake him awake, then realizing that it would rupture the wound.

"Heal as ever!" she barely calmed down at this time, and had to treat the wound first.

Fleur tore the cuffs of Malfoy's upper body open, and decisively aimed her wand at the deep, oozing wound.

The scratched wound quickly closed under the milky white healing light, and new flesh grew, but after the wound healed, it quickly cracked and flowed blood, and Fleur's face suddenly showed joy, and she fell into the bottomless abyss that symbolized despair.

She watched in despair as the person in front of her gradually lost his vitality, suffering and powerless.

Luckily, it was a dream.

She was awakened.

The real memory slowly came to his mind, as if the silk thread of the silkworm chrysalis had been pulled apart layer by layer, and his consciousness only stayed after scratching Malfoy, and he was quickly stunned by the decisive him.

Fleur tried to straighten up, only to find that her body was covered with a thick blanket, which quickly slipped down, and a bonfire was set up not far from her, and in the unventilated cave entrance, it should be a flame made by magic.

Brings a touch of warmth and solidity.

Not far away, the huge coffin and a few strange candles had been completely destroyed, and they were also the culprits who caused her to fall into madness.

A somewhat ugly guard, with his shield held aloft, fell to one knee, his stiff stone head clattering and writhing slowly, dutifully carrying out his duty.

Fleur looked at the empty surroundings, not knowing what time it was, she straightened up, and then felt a piece of parchment, which read: "I'll go get something to eat and come back, maybe I'm going to spend the night here today, you stay here when you wake up, don't move"

She stared at the note, stunned.

She looked like she was really dragging her feet, and Malfoy might still have injuries on her body now, but she had to find food for her.

The dream scene kept flashing in her mind, repeating itself again and again.

Her assurances were so ridiculous that a man's relics could sweep her around.

She hesitated for a moment, made up her mind with difficulty, and then flipped over the parchment and wrote quickly behind the blank space.

Draco:

"The two of us stayed alone for a few months this time, and although I think it's been a blink of an eye, it's actually quite a long time, right?"

"I'm sorry, maybe I don't even have the courage to say sorry to you in person, the scar must be painful, right?" Fleur wrote apologetically.

"The first time I met you was in Gringotts in Diagon Alley, right? You're still a little boy, well, still are, but it always feels mature, you calmly dealt with those annoying Dementors and saved a lot of people, I remember your rooster-like Patronus, and until now, I haven't been very good at using this spell. ”