Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

The giant tiger glanced at the raven with great majesty. It slowly lifted up four thick and strong black tiger paws from the ground, then raised its hindquarters covered with colorful black stripes backwards, stretching its waist. Then, the giant tiger exerted force on its hind limbs and lightly jumped forward. At a speed that was completely invisible to the human eye, it transformed directly into Wright in the air and stepped firmly on the grass.

Soft black hair, slender body, simple and clean white shirt, decent and elegant, and a faint smile on her cheek, full of unique soft temperament. A slender black cane was held in his right hand. The rose gemstone on the head of the cane shone with a warm red light under the sun. The traces of bronze mixed in showed that this cane was not extraordinary.

But this is actually the case, although it has never shown its power to others.

The black raven that crossed the strait and delivered the letter was naturally Fat Head.

Two days ago, the night before Wright and Villetta moved from the Leaky Cauldron to the village of St. Catchpole, Fat Head never came back. Wright originally thought that it was just because the foraging place was too far away that it could not get back to Charing Cross Road in time, but he didn't expect that it was going to pick up the mail for him.

Wright raised his left hand, his fat head flapped his wings and flew into the air, and gently placed the parchment letter in his beak on his palm.

There is no doubt that when Wright bought Fat Head at the Magical Beasts Shop, he didn't just want to put it in the Forbidden Forest or somewhere else to be free-range. Delivering letters was its job.

However, first of all, Wright did not have any hobby of sending letters. Secondly, due to his background, there were not many people that Wright wanted to send letters to, so Fatty's identity as a messenger has not been fully utilized. Most of the time, Wright just asked the fat man to go to the store in Diagon Alley with some order forms to purchase some magic materials needed to practice potions or herbalism.

After entering the second grade, Wright learned from Dumbledore how to apparate through space, and from Fred and George, he figured out where the secret passages of Hogwarts Castle were, and was able to travel freely. Xiaoxing traveled through space at will, and Fat Tou's identity as a messenger was once again ignored by Hua Li.

If Chang Chu and Hermione hadn't come here because of the Basilisk and Acromantula, I believe Fatty would still be making a living in the Forbidden Forest right now.

"And if that's the case, I believe that Fatty might not even know that he moved here." Wright gently tapped Fatty's head with his finger, asking him to rest under the umbrella where Villita was, or to go find him. Gaga in the house went to get some food, "Although it can sense where I am."

After the fat head flew towards Villita, Wright opened the letter with a slight smell of seawater in a hurry.

The familiar and beautiful handwriting on the parchment paper showed that the owner of the letter was the girl who was about to celebrate her fifteenth birthday in four days.

Ignoring the intimate opening words, Wright began to read the letter sent by Chang Chu through Fat Tou word by word:

"...

But Wright, you can't guess where I am now!

The Ministry of Magic has been having a lot of trouble recently over werewolves.

Umbridge, that crazy old woman who loves pink, used her own methods to win over a large number of people and force the passage of an anti-werewolf law. This will most likely result in wizards who accidentally turned into werewolves unable to be found. to work. In addition to the poor werewolf wizards who were already indignant, there was also a group of people who were sympathetic to werewolves who kept arguing in the Ministry of Magic all day long.

But I wouldn't be so vicious as to call a Ministry employee a crazy old woman.

The above are all what I overheard my father saying. As for who Umbridge is and why my father hates her so much, I don’t know. But I think, if her father calls her an old woman, then she still likes pink, that must be a very scary thing, and it makes people sick to their stomachs just thinking about it.

So in the first two days of summer vacation, in order to avoid these unnecessary disturbances, my father took me to France!

Of course, this is probably because my mother needs to come to Paris to study temporarily.

Although I'm not sure what the popular design elements are in the ordinary world now, those catwalks are really boring, and I think those clothes would only look good on models, but my mother is very happy that we can go there. with her.

Seeing this, maybe you thought I was still in Paris? But you are wrong again.

Where I am now is Dijon, with Hermione and her family! We met by chance at the airport transferring from Paris to Dijon, so I successfully escaped from the dark fashion catwalk and came to this city in central and eastern France with Hermione and her family.

I have to say that the sun in France seems to be far more intense than in the UK, and there are not so many rainy and foggy days. I just hope that my skin will not be tanned by the sun.

I didn't plan to write to you originally (maybe I had some thoughts about you in my heart, so I erased them with ink), but I didn't expect that Fatty suddenly appeared in the hotel where we were staying. I thought this must be a hint, so I wrote you this letter.

I don’t know when I will return to London, but Aunt Jane and Uncle Wende seem to be planning to go back in late August. Let’s see you then!

Miss you

"Chang Chu"

After reading the letter, the sunshine above my head seemed to become warmer. Wright put the letter away, walked to the shade under the umbrella, casually leaned the rose scepter aside, conjured up a bamboo and rattan lounge chair and sat down.

"Wright, who wrote you a letter?" Villita put down the quill in her hand and took a sip of the ice-cold watermelon juice that Jaga had just brought over.

"It's Chang Chu." Wright picked up another glass of ice drink and stirred the crushed ice cubes inside. The ice cubes collided with the wall of the glass, making a clanging sound. "She said she is currently on vacation in France with Hermione."

Wright naturally filtered out content that Viletta, such as Umbridge, didn't care about at all.

But Umbridge and the werewolf still have such a holiday? Could it be that Lupine, who is coming next school year, accepted Dumbledore's invitation for this reason? That pink toad is really going to offend everyone in the Hogwarts department, Wright thought to himself.

"France." Villita put down the cup, not knowing whether she was sighing or remembering.

"Want to go back and take a look? We happen to be on vacation now, so we still have plenty of time." Wright said with relief.

Villita looked at Wright and shook her head silently. She didn't want to go back to France now, no, she wanted to go to France.

Wright nodded slightly, took a pen from the table, and began to write a reply to Chang Chu.