Chapter 288: Fraud Market (Part One)

The back of the light is always dark, which is inevitable, and the blending in between is the gray area between legal and illegal, which is also almost impossible to be eliminated.
The three are always in a delicate balance.
For example, the British magical goods transactions are almost entirely concentrated in two places, Diagon Alley and Upside Down Alley. The former sells magical items allowed by the wizard’s law, while the latter sells some side-wiping balls, which is free from legal and Illegally.
The two lanes are even very close, making people believe that as long as the Ministry of Magic is willing to make a little effort to clear this underground market, they choose to open one eye and close one.
And now Malfoy and Fleur are going to the same destination.
"I think you are the tour guide now." Furong sat on a seat in the subway and looked at Malfoy with a helpless tone.
She wanted to do all the friendship of the landlord, but she didn't expect Malfoy to look more familiar with her. After solving the two people she followed, she quickly drove according to her destination. Subway station, embarked on a subway.
There are not many passengers on the subway, so there are still many vacancies.
This is a country that is good at thinking. You can see many passengers in their seats looking at the esoteric and difficult philosophy books with relish. The French always like to think.
Of course, this is often criticized by some foreigners, criticizing them for their dreams, laziness, and reluctance to do practical things.
"I really didn't expect that the use of the flyway network has become so troublesome." Furong complained from the seat. As a wizard, this is the most common means of travel, and it has been strictly controlled.
Whether it is the purchase of Feilu fans, or the use of Feilu site, identity verification is now required.
It seems that Voldemort's deterrent force is greater than expected, and panic has spread to the French magic world.
Of course, this restriction can only affect the magic world, in fact, in addition to adding a little trouble to the wizard's travel, it is not much use.
"Did you take the subway for the first time?" Malfoy looked at Furong and asked abruptly.
He saw that Furong was looking around unconsciously, looking very uncomfortable, with a little curiosity in his eyes,
"Then, how about that." Furong stuttered for a moment, and then admitted that it was not a shameful thing.
The wizard's attitude towards Muggle's transportation is often somewhat curious and abandonable.
The Weasley family is truly alien, perhaps related to his work, giving them an open mind.
"By the way, how did we get to Paris directly? But I remember that if we go from Britain to France, we have to spend the La Manche Strait first?" Furong's eyes suddenly lighted up, remembering what Malfoy had just told her The charm of "Muggle technology".
"Did they master the magic?"
"Of course not, then the Ministry of Magic in various countries has already turned upside down. Simply put, the Muggles have dug a tunnel and paved the railway for the train to travel on, just like the subway we are taking now. Malfoy pointed out the window.
"As for the train just now, it was driving in a tunnel under the sea." Malfoy continued to explain.
An elegant French female voice suddenly sounded from inside the car, interrupting Malfoy:
"The Champs Elysées Avenue line 9 station is here... Please take care of your belongings."
Malfoy perceptively felt that Fleur's body shivered undetectably
The normal, ruddy complexion suddenly turned pale.
It's very close to her home.
Not long ago, she proposed to Malfoy those famous attractions such as Provence, just to try to avoid coming here, she was a little afraid of being unable to control her emotions.
Still did not expect that this is the destination of this trip to France.
At this time, the subway station was out, and the two were walking side by side slowly on the street.
"Homesick?" Malfoy sensed the girl's mood.
"I don't deny it." Furong shoved his hair like a waterfall behind him, then looked at the light gray granite road under his feet, stunned and recalled the past.
She knows all the plants and trees here, and this is where she grew up.
She sniffed her nose, her nasal cavity was blocked, and she seemed to be choked. Recalling her mother’s reaction in the auditorium at that time made her very uncomfortable. She did not see Gabrielle’s shadow at that time. She guessed that her sister was too short. Yes, but even if I didn’t see it.
She also knew that her sister must be very worried about herself.
She just tried not to think about these days, because she would be afraid of shaking.
The old man's earnest eyes on her in the forbidden forest appeared in her mind.
And Malfoy’s hidden secret.
"Sorry, father, mother, sister." Furong thought.
"Let's go." She took a deep breath at this time and had adjusted her mood.
Malfoy nodded and saw nothing in his eyes.
The Champs Elysées is generally considered to be the most beautiful street in France and a must-see for almost all tourists.
They are now in the east section of the avenue, and the tourists in the business center of the west section are more woven and busy. The place is more quiet and peaceful, the sidewalk is wider than expected, there are two rows of green and sycamore trees on the left and right sides, the garden of the street is hidden between the ten thousand trees, and the Seine River is not far away. The sound murmured, and the breeze from the river blew across the lawn, bringing a refreshing coolness.
The gray-black streetlights are not lit at this time~EbookFREE.me~ The simple wooden benches add a different elegance and solemnity to the street, and the occasional newsstand also adds a sense of humanity to the place. , A wandering entertainer playing an accordion reveled in his music, not caring whether passers-by stopped or lingering.
"I want to buy a book whose name I don't know?, is there any more here?" Malfoy stopped in front of a plain newsstand, and walked straight to ask.
"What's the question?" Furong followed Malfoy's footsteps, then stopped, and was a little dazed.
How to buy a book that doesn't even know its name?
An old reclining rattan chair was placed in the kiosk, next to a row of tall mahogany bookcases, a thin old man leaned on the chair, must be white, sucking the pipe in his hand, spitting clouds, Intoxicated, a black cat lay lazily on his shoulder and seemed to fall asleep.
Feeling a visitor, the black cat was awakened, opened his emerald eyes, and jumped from the old man's shoulder.