Chapter 314: Unspoken farewell (below)

"Of course, I don’t even know why you gave me a pseudonym at that time, Ray von? That name is really strange, I still remember now, after I went home to inquire about it in France for a long time, nobody Heard about this surname."
"Coincidentally, I met you again in the Quidditch World Cup. When you were still pulling my sister around, I didn't see my face, I really wanted to give you a spell, thinking you were a personal dealer, Um... when I saw my face, I thought more."
"But you did not give any answer to my question."
"It's cold and cold at Hogwarts."
"I'm going to talk to you well during the top three, and I know that you will definitely become a warrior."
"The first few games were considered to be smooth and smooth, but until the third event..."
"I really can't think of you and your hostage actually swapping their identities. I knew I would have left you there regardless of you. That was my first kiss!" Furong said in a word, suddenly thought of something, revealing With a sweet smile.
"The opposite sex."
Furong added, and smiled conscientiously, and of course not between Gabrielle and his loved ones.
"I don't know how to face you afterwards. My cold face is opposite. I can't hold it anymore." Furong's cheeks are now covered with an attractive crimson color, but no one can see it.
"But I couldn't do it with my face shy, I can't do it either. There is no ridiculous rule for kisses, even if I am too lazy to follow, and at that time, the emotion of resentment prevailed."
"Not long ago, I also knew that Azkaban no longer uses Dementors as guards, otherwise I won't control you. If you are "actively" abducted by you, you should squat in prison for a few years. Only then will I learn to be honest." Furong's tone, inexplicably self-willed, seemed to be coquettish again.
"But what happened later was more unexpected than mine." Furong's turning wrist stopped suddenly, but he could not help but sigh.
"Now, I may be able to guess some of your thoughts."
"You don't want me to get involved, but I have to drill into the vortex, right?"
"It's stupid, isn't it?"
"Actually, I also think I'm stupid, obviously not very capable, and still so stubborn."
"Now I figured it out."
"Dancing partner or something, even if you don't accept it, you will not deliberately humiliate me, I can only understand that you are deliberately drawing the line."
"Of course, I was really mad at that time! I never actively invited a male partner!" Furong said with a careless chuckle at this time.
"Then this is not a trip." Furong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dumbledore is a prestigious wizard, and I believe that he will not have evil ambitions, nor will he naturally consort with the black wizard."
"Of course, the most important thing is that I believe in you. Even after hearing the conversations of the three principals, I was unwilling to believe them for the first time."
"After saying so much, I actually want to say goodbye to you. I think it's better to go free than to get rid of you."
"Just as a poor hostage girl, escaped from the fierce robber luckily." Furong looked at the letter paper and smiled bitterly.
"Assume, I mean assuming that we can be together in the future, don't you excuse that we have traveled these days and don't go to honeymoon?"
"Additionally, I don’t think I can keep these secrets, and just leave, I think I will be very painful, so I can only save it for you temporarily, don’t lose it for me, after everything is over, I will If you come back to get it, don’t leave it alone."
The girl made up her mind, took a deep breath, and then climbed her wand up to her temple, drawing a silver mist-like silk thread from it. In the middle, the traces of memory are getting thinner and thinner, and longer and longer, until the end, it seems that it can't bear it, and it breaks down.
The silver thread rolled up in the bottle and then unfolded, circling like a gas.
This method was also secretly told by Dumbledore.
Furong, who had just recalled his memory, looked at his position with confusion. After a long time, he barely reacted.
She doesn't care where she is now.
There is only one thought in her heart now-to go home.
In fact, when Dumbledore and others put their memories in the meditation basin, it was equivalent to leaving a label in their brains, but they did not completely extract their memories.
To forget everything is not to delete the memory, but to hide the modified memory somewhere in the brain, but it will also be activated after being greatly stimulated.
For example, what Voldemort did to the original Bertha Jorkins, and in order to avoid the exposure of his favoritism, Batty Crouch cast an oblivion curse on the poor staff member, which made her brain irreversible. damage.
But even so, Voldemort still tortured all the truth with the Diamond Heart Curse, which shows that the Forgotten Curse is not empty, but hidden.
Furong finally left, leaving her memory behind, thinking about it very carefully. Perhaps it was the experience of being controlled this time that made her understand that sometimes, she cannot be believed.
The Stone Guardian still knelt on the ground half-sillyly, unaware that the protection target he had ordered had already "run away."
A piece of densely parchment paper slowly fell to the ground.
"Hibiscus?" Malfoy's brow furrowed. After he returned, no trace of the girl was found beside the burning campfire. The blanket fell to the ground alone, and he thought there was another accident.
Then I found the note I just left on the ground, and the back was full of writing.
After a quick browse.
Malfoy learned the whole story-she left.
This made him feel a little stunned~EbookFREE.me~ is also a good thing. He thought, looking at the transparent bottle full of silver gas in his hand.
But there is some inexplicable emptiness in my heart, maybe I am used to having someone speak by my side?
"From now on, it's just fighting alone." Malfoy took a deep breath and calmed his mood quickly, roasting the prey just outside from the fire.
The oil dropped on the flames, making a "zizi" sound, filled with the fragrance of meat, and a heavy rain fell outside the cave.
Now I don't know where Furong ran. He originally planned to send her back home safely afterwards, but did not expect the girl to leave without saying goodbye.
Malfoy boringly turned the flame with wooden sticks, watching the blazing flame, a little fascinated, the blue-green fire gradually roasted the raw meat until it was cooked.
How long will it take for such a day?
Who knows?