Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The days that followed were as ordinary as usual, could not be more ordinary, students were taking boring or exciting courses, while the warriors were waiting quietly for the arrival of the first project in the process. .

It is worth mentioning that in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class after Pansy came back, Professor Moody almost had a conflict with her, because the "sensitive" Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher thought Pansy's walking posture Is deliberately imitating him, laughing at his lame leg.

Fortunately, Malfoy quickly explained why.

After clarifying the "misunderstanding", Moody said: "The dark wizard does not care whether you are fighting with injuries. They are not gentlemen. I hope this lady can persist in class and not be absent because of her injury."

"Of course, this is your own choice. After all, it is normal to ask for leave with a physical problem, let alone you are a girl." Moody coughed lightly, as if thinking about opportunities in Pansy.

"What's the matter with the girl?" Pansy said angrily.

So Pansy decided to stick to it, try not to get special treatment, to fight against certain spells, and the health of the body is not very demanding. After all, the part of the wand is not his own leg.

"Not bad willpower, there is a lot to do in the future." Moody then said admiringly, and then winked at Malfoy from a place where Pansy could not see. Seeing his mouth, he seemed to be saying something like "girlfriend" word.

Malfoy only thought that this guy might have stayed in Azkaban for a long time, and his psychology became depressed and distorted under the pressure, and at Hogwarts he had to imitate a neurotic Auror, so he would take advantage of this time to vent unscrupulously. Your own emotions.

In addition, when this man was teaching, he dragged his dead leg from time to time, wandered around Malfoy’s desk, and then “unintentionally” used his cane in Malfoy’s class. There are some traces on the table.

Look carefully-you can see that the scratches embedded in the wooden table form the spelling of the word "fire dragon".

Day after day, time flies extremely fast.

One afternoon, the low bell of Hogwarts rang as usual. After Professor McGonagall set out the homework for the transformation class, he announced the end of get out of class, and many students filed out of the classroom.

When Malfoy and Pansy were about to step out of the threshold, a female voice like a silver bell suddenly came from outside the door.

"I have something to say to you, as a Warrior of Boothbatten." Fleur stretched out his wand at this time, blocking the two of them, and said to Malfoy.

She didn’t wear any special clothes today, just Busbarton’s ordinary school uniform. Even so, the clothes woven from delicate silk, the knitted blue collar, and an appropriately light blue canvas hat still set off. With Furong's elegant and calm temperament, coupled with her light smile, it is enough to stop people from moving forward and linger.

"I want to go too." Pansy said quickly.

"This is a discussion of the warriors." Furong immediately rejected Pansy's request.

"I'll be back soon, just wait for me in the classroom, I promise." Malfoy felt that Fleur's invitation was serious and decided to go, so he said to Pansy.

"Looking at how relaxed you are, you must already know the way to deal with "it", right?" Furong asked first.

"I don't deny it." Malfoy nodded slightly."Do you want to ask for information?" he asked.At the same time, he stopped.

At this time, the two of them had arrived at the lake and walked slowly around the lake. Since it was lunch time, there was no one around and seemed very silent. The only movement was that the center of the lake accidentally passed over the surface of the lake. The waves of unknown birds in the calm lake spread out.

"Of course not, I just want to provide some clues to someone who may not know it, but obviously, the intelligence host that the guest knows must also know it. You can now think that I am passionate.

"Thank you for your kindness." Malfoy didn't know what to say, at least from now on, it seems that this girl has been showing goodwill to him. It seems that if she doesn't know the content of the game, she will reveal it to herself.

"I don't know if I can go back alive." Furong sighed, her mood suddenly sank, "Mrs. Maxim wished that I won too much, and I also want to win, but I have no confidence." Facing life and death, this At that time, she suddenly showed a fragile side.

"Who would want to lose?" Malfoy asked rhetorically.

"Yes, no one wants to lose." Fleur said, "It's just that she desperately hopes to beat Hogwarts once in this game. According to the history of the former Goblet of Fire, the score between Hogwarts and Bussbatten is 62 to 63, we are a bit inferior, as long as we win this time we will equalize."

"According to this calculation, Durmstrang should have never won once. If you want to catch up again, it will take at least three hundred years." Malfoy can only comfort her from this perspective.

Hearing this, Furong chuckles and laughs suddenly, the haze between her brows is swept away, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised under her delicate face, her blue eyes are slightly narrowed because of the smile, and the person who appears bright for a time is just this The bright smile was quickly reduced by her.

"I didn't pay attention to Durmstrang's results. They are really pitiful when I think about it." Fleur tried not to make herself appear gloating, because according to this calculation, the 700-year-old Triwizard Tournament had two schools Counting the points, Durmstrang really never won.

""But even so..." Fleur sighed again, her frowning look particularly pitiful, "Now even we have to admit that Hogwarts appears to be under Dumbledore's development. Quite fast, our principal wants to pull your principal off the altar through this game."

"It's terrible to be a competitive woman," Malfoy said heartily.

"He is just an ordinary old man, he is not a god, so how can he come to the altar?" He shook his head.

"Hope to destroy his reputation in this way, it is better to ask Rita Skeeter to write the book "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" in advance, maybe it will be immediate." But Malfoy. Hold this sentence in my heart.

"Don't worry, Hogwarts' protective measures are very complete, you have to believe in your own strength." Malfoy could only comfort him in another way. Now this may be the only thing he can do.

"With your auspicious words, I also wish you a good result!" Furong said heartily, couldn't help but smile, and immediately felt a lot easier.

In this school, either the boy who coveted her beauty, or the girl who was jealous of her, such ordinary conversation made her very relaxed.

Maybe they can start with friends first?

Furong's thoughts were a little erratic, and then suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, have you read the newspaper?" Furong asked suddenly, her face flushed slightly.

"What newspaper?" Malfoy was a little strange.

"Oh, nothing, goodbye." The expression on Furong's face suddenly became cold, and then immediately turned and walked away.

"It's hard to guess." Malfoy shook his head, not knowing what offended her.

"I think it might be very cold on the day of the match." Malfoy suddenly whispered when Fleur's back was about to disappear from where he could see.

The girl's slender back suddenly stagnated, and then she continued to move forward without looking back.

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