Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

This is a smaller classroom, most of the desks are pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large area in the middle.But there are three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there are five chairs, one of which sits Ludo Bagman.

A big-bellied man holding a big black camera with a slight smoke in his hand was staring at Furong from the corner of his eye.

"What is the material of your wand? Draco?" Fleur inquired as if asking an ordinary thing, the two of them chairs were very close now.

"Miss Delacour, can I understand what information you are spying on?" Malfoy raised his eyelids a little sleepily, and joked.

"Is there anything worth keeping secret? It's not going to be made public later, isn't we here today to let them check the wand?" Furong said a little annoyed.

"It seems that the two warriors at Hogwarts and Boothbarton have a very good relationship." There was a round of applause behind the two. Fleur quickly turned around and saw a witch wearing a magenta robe facing them. The person is smiling.

"Sneeze." Malfoy sneezed at this time, and Fleur suddenly turned around, and the shampoo-scented hair ran across his nose, making him feel a little itchy.

"Who are you?" Furong asked.

"Master Malfoy, we're seeing each other again!" The woman smirked and approached the two at the same time, ignoring Fleur's problem for the time being.

"Mr. Lucius will definitely be proud of you." She said kindly, and then stretched out her hand to Fleur and said, "Hello, my name is Rita Skeeter, I am a special invitation for the Goblet of Fire. Reporter, the Daily Prophet needs me to write a few short articles for them."

"Vulgar fat, vulgar taste." Furong took a step back in disgust, looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her, and she didn't even bother to maintain the most basic politeness.

Her hair turned into delicate, stiff, weird curls, and it looked particularly awkward with her face with a big jaw.She is wearing a pair of jeweled glasses.The fat fingers were holding the crocodile leather handbag, and the nails were two inches long and were painted red.

When she was still at the door just now, Furong didn't think so much. Now that the woman was approaching, she was shocked that she suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust in her heart.

"Oh, haha..." Rita gave an awkward smile at this time, not knowing if it was used to it or for other reasons.

"This is the famous Mr. Victor Klum, you are more handsome than the picture, can I interview you a few small questions?" In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Rita chose a conversion goal, right Obtained the silent Durmstrang Warrior in the corner.

Krum closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he had fallen asleep against the corner.

There can be no one who deserves to hate her, but Krum's method is a bit euphemistic.

"Harry Potter!" At this time her savior finally came. She found an interviewee who should not refuse her. Harry was coming in sideways from the door when he saw a middle-aged woman excited. Pounced at him.

"Now everyone is here, hurry up, let's start, the referees can't wait." Ludo Bagman stood up at this time, ready to lead the Warriors to accept the next check.

"Before we start, can I talk to Harry a few words?" She asked Bagman, but her eyes were still fixed on Harry. "The youngest warrior, you know... to add something to the article Color."

"No problem!" Bagman said loudly, "It's—I wonder if Harry objected?"

"Hmm—" Harry said.

"Well, that little devil head is a bit pitiful." Furong showed rare sympathy at this time."I'm almost suffocating the smell of that inferior perfume." Then she waved her hand in front of her, as if to drive the smell away.

"The kid in your mouth should be in the same grade as me." Malfoy shrugged.

"Of course you are not the same." Furong looked straight at the boy in front of her, and she was a little unspeakable in her heart.

She didn't think she would have a day of "great diligence" to a boy.It had always been the other way around before. Zhongxing Pengyue was her treatment, and even this boy was a few years younger than her.

Maybe it was Malfoy's indifference to her appearance that evoked her conquer mentality, or maybe it was the favor he had helped several times before. In short, the situation has developed into this.

But in fact, Malfoy is not as calm as she thought. These days, getting along with this girl, I don’t know how many times he has been a little bit happy. The enthusiasm and initiative of Fleur from France make him a little overwhelmed. Needless to say, there was a moment of charm bonus from Veeva blood, which made him feel very headache.

There is also the issue of age, Furong's age will not make him feel guilty at all.

"Furong?" A woman's voice came in from outside the door, and then Malfoy saw Fleur immediately get up from the chair. He guessed that the voice was from Mrs. Maxim.

It should be the headmaster and the referee.

Sure enough, after Mrs. Maxim entered the room, several other related personnel were actually hidden behind the shadows behind her.

There is one more face-an old wizard with a medium stature. From every aspect, he is unremarkable, but the wise light and self-confidence from the two big light-colored eyes make people want to be convinced.

People who have studied to the extreme in a certain field generally have such characteristics.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down on the referee's bench and said to the warriors. "He is one of the three major wand makers in Europe. At our invitation, he served as the Goblet of Fire. The wand testing is working, and soon, he will check your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game."

Ollivander stood by the window, nodded slightly, and smiled at Malfoy. This was his former customer.

"Oh, we should wait, there is another warrior who is not present." Dumbledore looked around at this time and found that one person was missing.

"Potter, he is giving a brief interview with Rita Skeeter." Ludo explained. Just as he was talking, the door was suddenly opened, and Harry wanted to open with the woman behind him like an escape. Distance, bumped in.

"Okay, now everyone is here, let's start, can you, Mr. Ollivander?" Dumbledore pushed his frame, then put it down, keeping his fingertips aligned. Turned his head and asked.

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