Chapter 294: Respective family

Gabrielle had a dream tonight. In the dream, her sister returned home at night, but she had concealed her parents. She opened her room lightly and walked to the bed, Gently kissed his forehead.
The light of the moon shone on her face, and there was a charming sense of holiness. She clearly felt the warm temperature of her sister's lips in her sleep.
"Sister!" Gabrielle woke up from her sleep and opened her eyes, like the silver shawl of the waterfall, and the scattered shawl came down. At this time, it was only found through the window that the sun had protruded its head and exuded a soft light.
It's morning now.
She didn't even put on her cartoon slippers, changed her pajamas, and hurried out of the room.
"Sister has been back!"
She said to her parents who were having breakfast.
The family missed her sister very much, as did her parents.
Dumbledore repeated again and again that Furong would be safe and even return to them soon, but this was completely unconvincing.
The "frustrated" student might do something to their daughter.
"Gabri, you must be hallucinating." Ms. Dracul patted Gabrielle's head lovingly at the breakfast table. She missed her daughter too, but it was too unrealistic.
At this moment, a piece of parchment fell lightly from the chandelier, with black writing on it.
"I'm fine, please don't worry."
Then this piece of parchment instantly turned to ashes and lay quietly on the dining table.
"This is my sister's handwriting!" Gabrielle said happily. "She must have been back."
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At this time, the Malfoy Manor was quiet, and the water in the fountain was suspended. The proud peacock who was used to walking back and forth was now hiding in the corner of the wall, just like the owner's mood, unwilling to make a noise.
"Naxisha, I have something to inform you." In the living room, Lucius' face was a little heavy.
His wife, Narcissa, supported her cheeks at a mahogany table at this time, keeping her soul intact, looking at the front with her eyes open, her expression somewhat languished.
"Is it Draco's business?" Narcissa stood up immediately, the haggard look suddenly became energized, but after seeing Lucius' expression, she became more nervous than before.
Lucius's pale face was extremely serious, his eyelids drooping, and the silver snakehead walking stick in his hand was tightly held.
"Don't be excited, there is no news from Draco just now, but there is another thing that is not very good, I hope you will calm down after hearing it." Lucius was a little hesitant, it seemed that he was entangled in telling this matter Her wife.
For her wife, it must have been a worse matter.
But he couldn't hide it all the time. Narcissa had the right to know the truth. That was her loved one.
"Your sister, Bellatrix died in Azkaban." Lucius said in a non-emotional tone, as if to relieve some grief.
Narcissa's pale face could no longer find a trace of blood at this time, and she asked with a trembling tone:
"Mysterious... Didn't the Dark Lord save his men?"
"I don't know." Lucius closed his eyes heavily. "I felt his anger through the Dark Mark, and the rescue might have failed."
All Death Eaters are able to perceive Voldemort's emotions through the Dark Mark, the more pain, the more excited the man is.
"A newspaper owl from the Daily Prophet delivered this latest news to me. Azkaban collapsed and all the prisoners died without survivors."
"I'll help her with a decent funeral. The people are dead. They won't be too embarrassed. Can you say it?" Lucius raised his hand to his wife's blonde hair and stroked it slowly. Pressed her back into the seat, leaned down and kissed her forehead, comforting her.
Narcissa nodded and rubbed her slender fingers on her temples, looking very tired, and her loved ones lost one more in this world.
But this didn't make her too sad. The faint sorrow was just lingering in her heart, and it was impossible to say the pain of tearing the heart.
Since her sister was imprisoned in Azkaban, the two have never been in contact again.
Time will dilute everything, and in Narcissa’s opinion, her sister is mentally disturbed by the dementor, and perhaps it is a good thing to be relieved.
"What about Draco? Is there any news for him?" Narcissa asked in a panic, afraid of hearing bad news.
She is most concerned about her son now.
"I've already said that, not yet." Lucius shook his head, and then he comforted: "No news is the best news."
"No one except Dumbledore can catch his ~EbookFREE.me~ believe our children." Lucius encouraged so.
The people they are worried about are now starting a new journey.
"Is this the direction? Is it Germany?" Furong asked on the train as she looked at the backward scenery along the railway outside the window. The vast plains were endless and the mountains spread.
After secretly seeing a loved one, Furong's mood seemed very good, with an unstoppable smile on her face, bright and moving.
The man's wand arrived, and the final destination was naturally Newmontgard, where Grindelwald lived temporarily, and the same detention as Azkaban Prison.
It was in Germany, but the exact location was not known. They did not even know whether it was inland or at sea. Even Dumbledore did not reveal it to them.
After repairing the fraudster market, the two of Malfoy and Furong finally set off, and the choice of transportation was still the usual train.
The destination is Berlin, the capital of Germany.
If France feels like a feeling of romantic laziness, the streets and alleys can be seen everywhere where people are relaxed and relaxed, and the pedestrians who walk slowly and slowly, love to enjoy life.
Then, when you get off the bus and leave the station to enter the city, the first impression Germany gives is a rigid stereotype.
Of course, because of propaganda or prejudice, for one reason or another, people will have a stereotyped impression of a people. In fact, there will be rigorous people in France, and Germany also has a lot of careless people, but in general, The impression is accurate.
Especially in France, even one sentence says so, even if ten French people and nine are lazy people, that diligent genius can drive their progress.
The topic of prejudice stops here.