Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

February 24th was the day when the second event of the Triwizard Tournament began. The sky was a little dark, and the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, occasionally revealing a few gleams of light.

On the day of the game, Malfoy came to the venue early, his face under the light blonde short hair was pale, and he looked around from time to time to make him feel uneasy. He saw the seats surrounding the Dragon Field last November. Layers lined up on the opposite bank of the lake, now empty, and reflecting in the lake below, beside another table covered with golden yellow tablecloth beside the water, there are also some chairs, maybe For the referee.

Furong was wearing a silver and noble robe, and walked over lightly. Mrs. Maxim was also walking with her. They were one of the first few people to come. Furong's face was full of confident smiles. She looked radiant, and it seemed that she still didn't know that her sister had been locked at the bottom of the lake, otherwise it would definitely not be such a comfortable expression.

Of course, the happy smile on her face disappeared immediately after seeing Malfoy, and her expression immediately faded. Then she stepped back two steps, leaned against Mrs. Maxim’s seat, turned her head and looked towards The bottomless Black Lake started to stun, not knowing what he was thinking.

Malfoy didn't seem to react at all to her performance. He still looked into the bottomless and out-of-view black lake, which made Fleur feel offended.

As time went by, the number of people in the stands began to increase. Krum and Demstrang’s principal Karkaroff also slowly walked to the table, and then the latter found a chair and sat down. , Crossed his fingers on the tablecloth and looked at the Black Lake impatiently.

"This kind of small pond is far worse than the big lake on our Durmstrang campus, isn't it? Wiktor?" Karkaroff suddenly spoke out loudly and deliberately, asking beside him waiting for the game to start. Krum.

"Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Headmaster." Krum looked at his headmaster with a bit of discomfort. He was still worried about what happened before. He wanted to introduce Hermione about Dem at the prom. Some of Strong’s information was interrupted by Karkarov rudely. The reason was that he had leaked the school’s secrets. Now that he replaced it with himself, he started to leak the information indifferently.

But out of politeness, he also hypocritically responded a few times.

Ludo Bagman also walked steadily. He was wearing a neat black suit and an elegant tie. The expression on his face was also a little exciting. If anyone knew some knowledge about clothing, he would find him. The clothes on her body are quite expensive, and they use some fairly high-grade clothing materials.

Mr. Crouch did not come. He was absent again due to illness, and once again sent his assistant Percy Weasley to replace him to perform the duties and powers of the referee.

I saw the only "official fan" in the Weasley family. At this time, he walked with his head high and arrogant, slowly pacing to the referee's stand, and beckoning to the audience in the surrounding auditorium along the way. Nodding his head, he seemed more proud than Mr. Crouch himself.

Finally, Dumbledore also appeared in the referee's bench with a smile.

"If there is no objection, can we start the game?" Bagman hurriedly glanced at everyone, then looked at his watch again. The three needles on it happened to coincide-the game can start. .

"I don't mind, after all, one less person is good for us." Furong sneered at this time, and Bagman reacted. He counted the number of people again and realized that there was a warrior who hadn't arrived yet.

"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" He looked around and shouted loudly, "Does anyone know where this warrior is now?"

Coincidentally, not far in front of them, a panting boy ran over at this moment.

"I...I'm here..." Harry said breathlessly, slipping in the mud, and stopped walking, but accidentally splashed Furong's robe. Looking angrily at the brown mud on his robe, he took a few steps back, his face unhappy.

"Sorry." Harry panted and apologized to Fleur.

"Where have you been?" a domineering voice asked Harry dissatisfiedly, "The game is about to begin!"

The owner of this voice is no one else, but Ron's brother Percy, who has now fully exercised the power of refereeing.

Harry really wanted to say that he was more urgent than this man and hoped to participate in the game as soon as possible. He felt that Percy, as his brother, cared for Ron even less than his outsider.

Of course, he didn't know whether the referee knew about the hostages, but subconsciously guessed that they might know.

"He's not late again, is he?" Bagman started to make a round, smiling, speaking in his unique magnetic voice.

Percy had no choice but to give up, but his face couldn't stop being a little proud, as if proclaiming that his opinions could no longer be ignored by others, which made him further taste the wonderful taste of power.

Being respected, no one can ignore his speech, which strengthened his determination to continue this path.

"Well, everyone, now is the time. Please line up the warriors on the shore, about ten feet apart." Bagman said to the four warriors.

Then he turned back to the referee table.Pointing his wand to his throat, as he did in the Quidditch World Cup, he said: "The voice is loud and loud!" So his voice was like thunder, passing across the dark lake to the stands.

Krum was wearing swimming trunks at this time, showing his strong upper body. The years of Quidditch competitions made him look very strong. Many girls in the audience opened their eyes and stared at him without shy. Look at his tendon flesh.

The eyes of the other half of the group in the seats are looking at Furong. The tight swimsuit originally wrapped in the loose robe is now displayed, outlining the slender and beautiful figure.

Harry also changed into a pair of ordinary swimming trunks, which seemed to be holding something in his hand.

No one seemed to notice that Malfoy was still in that pure black robe, and he had not changed a suit suitable for diving.

"Listen, everyone, our warriors are already in place. As soon as I whistle, the second project will begin. They have a full hour to recapture what they have stolen. I count to three. One...two ...Three!" Bagman's voice resounded through the audience.

The sharp whistle echoed in the cold, still air.A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

The game officially started.