Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Afterwards, Malfoy took the Lucius and his wife to visit the Hogwarts castle. Lucius was walking through the corridor.From time to time, I felt dissatisfied with the aesthetic comments of some statues. As for lunch, a few people came to the auditorium to sit down. Narcissa also just poke the lamb chops placed on the plate in front of him with a knife and fork, and then Stopped eating.

"The level of food here is really bad." She said disgustingly, her eyebrows raised. "Draco must have suffered a lot here." She looked at her son sympathetically, and Malfoy felt this. Looking at it, I feel quite uncomfortable.

He thought it was pretty good, and the cooking level of the house elves was actually quite guaranteed.

"Aunt Narcissa, I think it's actually pretty good." Pansy said to the side.

"By the way, I have to endure eating with a group of poor ghosts. This is a real suffering." Narcissa glanced at Mrs. Weasley who was sitting with Harry Ron at the long Gryffindor table. , Shook his head in disgust.

For her, the Weasleys who are so close to Muggles are the shame of pure-blood wizards and should be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"Dumbledore may think that his so-called "equal treatment" reflects his fraternity." Lucius rubbed his silver snake-head cane and said sarcastically.

Fortunately, they were still far apart, and Mrs. Weasley had not heard it, otherwise it would have been a bit of a fight.

"Mom and Dad, I want to go to the library in the afternoon, check the materials, and prepare for today's third project." Malfoy pushed the plate back and said slowly.

"How about I take Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa to the VIP lounge." Pansy volunteered and said briskly, blinking quickly at Malfoy.

"Then we can't bother you." Narcissa showed a regretful expression and said in a shrill voice. Then she actively urged Lucius to leave, not to disturb their son preparing for the game.

After lunch was over, Malfoy bid farewell to his parents Pansy at the entrance of the auditorium. Then he walked quickly to the library, but he didn't really look for materials related to the so-called third project as he said.

He just unconsciously passed through the bookshelves one after another, with the help of the faint warm sunlight that passed through the glass window, flipping through the books on it at will, scanning his eyes as if ten lines, and then put them down extremely quickly.

He is using a large amount of unconsciously obtaining information to soothe his some nervous emotions, because he is worried about whether his plan can be successfully implemented.

In fact, Malfoy's heart was not always as stable as his external performance. A faint sense of uneasiness always lingered in his heart, lingering, and even making him anxious without being able to show it.

The current situation is still under control for the time being, even better than I expected. Compared with the original trajectory, it is roughly the same, but it has undergone a very different deviation.

Malfoy sighed slightly, put a book back on the bookshelf, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes, and found a shady spot at random, leaned against a nearby bookshelf, and began to take a nap. Su Rui, quietly waiting for the arrival of the deadline for the third project.

In the "pure" third event, he will only play a supporting role.

Time passed slowly, and then the sun went down, and the light from the sun turned into an intoxicating orange.

When it was time for dinner, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

Dinner was richer than usual. At this time, many students had appetites and feasted on the dinner, while Harry sitting at the long table was a little nervous. He found that since the Krum attack, Mu Di was no longer as close to him as usual, and never reminded him of any information about the third project.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and everyone was quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now I invite the Warriors and Mr. Bagman to the stadium." He pinched With his long silver-white beard, he said in a deep voice.

Malfoy stood up from his seat, Pansy looked at him worriedly, and she had said many times to cheer, and she guessed that the last project would be much more difficult than she imagined.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, comfortingly said, and then followed Bagman towards the playing field.

The four warriors walked into the Quidditch Stadium, where it has become completely unrecognizable.A twenty-foot-tall hedge surrounded the edge of the field.There is a gap in front of them, and that is the entrance to this big maze.The passage inside is dark and scary.

Five minutes later, the crowd started pouring into the stands.Hundreds of students filed in, and the air was filled with excited words and jumbled footsteps.The sky was now a clear dark blue, stars began to appear, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium and walked towards Bagman and the warriors.Their hats are adorned with bright red stars.

"We will patrol outside the labyrinth," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, we will shoot red sparks into the sky. We will have someone to help you. Do you understand?"

At the level of a professor at Hogwarts, it is still sufficient to deal with most accidents.

The four warriors nodded together.

"Well, you go first!" Bagman said to the four patrol members happily.

Ladies and gentlemen, the last race of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!Let me report the current score, Draco Malfoy-87 points, Hogwarts School!"Applause and cheers startled the birds of the forbidden forest into the darkening night sky.

Malfoy looked to the stage from the center of the court and saw the Lucius and his wife smiling at him, and Pansy waved to him excitedly.

He nodded and gestured to them with a smile.

"Furon Delacour-second place, 86 points, Boothbatten College!"

"Harry Potter-third place, 85 points, Hogwarts College!"

"Viktor Krum-85 points, tied for third place, Durmstrang College!" Bagman's words continued to introduce to the audience

The other spectators also politely gave their respective applause to the warriors behind.

And obviously, when Bagman read this, Karkaroff's face suddenly darkened, as if he was now suffering a great humiliation.