Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, Bagman’s voice resounded through the audience again and interrupted their conversation: "Please wait a moment! We need to clean up the battlefield at this time to create a relatively fair environment for the next three warriors. Now The venue is in a mess!"

After a while, Ludo Bagman's voice came over with an aura:

"Next, I will invite the next warrior to appear on the stage. As the only lady of the four warriors, how will Miss Delacour perform? Let us wait and see! The fire dragon she will face is Welsh Green Dragon!"

"Well, we have to go back now, how about it, two principals, should your doubts be explained clearly?" Dumbledore asked at this time.

Karkaroff shook his robe fiercely, making a piercing noise, and then followed Dumbledore back. Mrs. Maxim ran back all the way, with a nervous look on her face and her neck. The luxurious opal ornaments made a crisp sound as they ran, because the next warrior was Fleur Delacour, from the Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her lover.

And Moody's magic eye turned around at this moment, looking at Malfoy appreciatively, looking very satisfied, and the cane stomped on the ground.

"Good job," he said approvingly.

"Let's go and see Ms. Pomfrey, maybe there is something invisible to hurt, you didn't notice it." Professor McGonagall said with concern.

"Yes, yes, Draco, go quickly, the emergency tent is over there." Narcissa agreed.

Madam Pomfrey was standing at the entrance of the second tent at this time, her expression very anxious. She was wearing a white nurse uniform and a white hat. She looked in the direction of the venue from time to time. She listened to Bagh. Man's commentary felt that the first warrior should be here soon.

Sure enough, she immediately saw Malfoy walking towards the tent he was in, walking calmly, not as if he was injured.

"Oh my God, Merlin, I really didn't get hurt." After a cursory inspection, Madam Pomfrey looked extremely surprised, and her face couldn't help showing a little joy.

The tent was divided into several compartments by a few white canvases. Since Malfoy was the first to appear, he was the only one here.

"Come on, warrior, give you a towel and wipe your sweat." The kind head nurse handed Malfoy a clean white towel. "Although it is unharmed, you can clean it up. Those big dragons are very good. Love is not clean, they don’t like brushing their teeth and bathing.” Speaking of those dragons, the lady’s face was immediately covered with disgust, and then she complained, “Last year it was a dementor, this year it’s a fire dragon, and then What else do they bring into this school? I sincerely hope that the next warrior will be as lucky as you."

This is the occupational disease of medical staff, and they have an instinctive aversion to the danger that will cause patients.

"There may also be the fried snails hybridized by Mr. Hagrid, an expert in cultivating dangerous organisms." Malfoy held this sentence in his heart and did not say it.

Suddenly, a burst of singing penetrated through the tent, and the melodious female voice was like weeping, looking mysterious and distant, quiet and elegant, as if it had brought magic power to make people involuntarily want to close their eyes and be intoxicated.

Suddenly, the beautiful singing ceased abruptly, and then the boiling human voice burst out, mixed with Bagman's commentary, and came in through the tent.

"This warrior from Boothbarton succeeded! The fire dragon seemed to be completely fascinated by her! I fell into a deep sleep! Of course, I think the audience present is the same. I can't help but indulge in it. I think she can hold a separate concert in the future. At the same time, I have to say that the costume of this warrior is also very correct today! It looks very capable and neat, with a simple beauty, I bet that just now If she was wearing a long dress, she would definitely not be able to pass the fire dragon easily, even if it was almost asleep."

After a short while, the audience's voice stopped. Furong should have left the arena at this time and walked towards the tent.

"Child, come in!" Mrs. Pomfrey hurried to the past at this time, took Fleur in from the tent, led her to sit next to a chair, and put a generous coat on her. It seems to be trembling because of the outside air conditioning.

"Thank you." Furong said, her face was still a little pale. The game just now was a bit difficult for her, and she felt that her destiny was not under her control. She was afraid that she would wake up the dragon with a mistake.

However, she succeeded, even quite perfect. After hearing the applause of the audience and the smile of Mrs. Maxim's approval, she felt that it was all worthwhile.

"Congratulations, it looks pretty good." Malfoy's voice crossed the canvas, congratulating Fleur.

"Thank you." Fleur said. Just as she was about to ask Malfoy how he passed the customs, Madam Pomfrey opened the canvas, carrying some bottles and jars, and came over with a steaming potion.

"I took a look, your ankle is a bit sprained, you still have to drink some medicine, it is not good to affect the second task." Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her head, then pointed to another steaming cup and said: " This is freshly boiled sweet ginger juice, don't catch a cold."

Afterwards, Madam Pomfrey took out her magic wand again and waved it slightly in the direction of Furong’s wound. Furong immediately felt a refreshing sensation spreading from her calf upwards, and the hot pain was immediately relieved. The narrow wound also began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if the fire dragon fell asleep, its tail would still wave and defend subconsciously. She was injured just to escape and hit a piece of gravel.

Suddenly, a burst of sleepy intent struck Fleur, using Veeva's inherited talent to cast enchanting magic on the fire dragon, which seemed a bit reluctant to her, very exhausting, and the medicine that Ms. Pomfrey brought might also be added. With some calming ingredients, she quickly fell asleep leaning on the chair.

After a while, the third warrior Victor Krum also ended his mission and walked into the tent. His body was intact, but his face was a little ugly and a little depressed.

The last warrior, Harry Potter, ended the battle faster than they thought. It was almost Krum who entered the tent with his front foot, and he followed him with his back foot, but he was not as lucky as Krum. He suffered some injuries to his shoulder, and then Madame Pomfrey cleaned him with a smoky purple liquid that smelled bad, and then she stabbed Harry in the shoulder with a magic wand. He felt the wound immediately Healed.()