Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Furong, are you okay?" Mrs. Maxim looked at her student with concern. Her face seemed very bad, without a trace of blood, her whole body seemed to be shaky, as if she would fall down at any time..

"Is it sick?" she asked.

At the door of the carriage, a group of students from Busbarton was preparing to leave and follow their principal to participate in the awards ceremony of the Triwizard Competition.

As one of the players, Fleur Delacour was impressively listed.

"My sister hasn't looked so good since last night." Gabriel added.

"I may have a cold, it's okay." Fleur patted Gabriel on the head and said softly.

"That's good." Mrs. Maxim still looked at Furong with some suspicion, and then Furong coughed a few "coincidentally" at this time, and Master Maxim completely believed it.

Gabriel looked at her sister with suspicion. Her sister cared about her most. If she knew she had a cold, she would definitely not sleep in the same bed with her last night, because it is very likely to be infected.

At this time, Furong gave Gabriel an appropriate look. Even if the little girl wanted to say something, she could only stop her words.

"By the way, Furong, when you wait for the awards, remember to stay away from them as much as possible. If you encounter any unexpected events, you should hurry back." Mrs. Maxim whispered in Furong's ear.

"Okay, Mrs. Maxim." Fleur nodded, trying to conceal her abnormality.

The award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament was set in the evening, and the setting sun had sunk below the horizon at this time, and the faint gold and red intertwined brilliance scattered on the Hogwarts castle and throughout the campus, appearing peaceful and peaceful.

As usual, all major ceremonies are held after dinner, and today is no exception.

"Draco, your appetite looks good today?" Pansy looked at Malfoy and said in surprise. She straightened up to get some food, threw it into her mouth, and chewed.

"It's still very ordinary." Pansy frowned in confusion and shook his head. "It's a little richer than usual," she said.

"Maybe I have a good appetite today." Malfoy smiled, then continued to hold the food from the plate.

"How was your final exam?" the boy asked seemingly inadvertently.

"Not bad." Pansy tilted his head and lay down on the table, and replied weakly, "I can't ask you to help me review, you still have to work on your game, right?"

"Try hard next semester." Malfoy sighed softly, and reluctantly put the empty plate back on the long table in front of him.

"Draco, you are a little weird today." Pansy noticed Malfoy's anomaly sensitively. "It always feels like you are a little weird." The girl moved closer, as if she was going to look at him carefully. What's coming.

"I don't think second place will be as happy as first place, right?" Malfoy waved his hand, trying to change the subject without a trace.

"It's not for this reason. I think you must be hiding something from me, just like before." Pansy turned her head away and seemed a little angry.

"The fourth grade is about to end. Don't think of me as a kid anymore?" Pansy was a little frustrated, and his face was a little sullen crimson because of the inner complaining activity.

"It's such a small temper, and I won't feel it for a while." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, his mind turned, and he glanced at the old man on the guest seat.

Suddenly Malfoy sensed that someone was looking at him.

It was Fleur Delacour, and she was enjoying dinner elegantly with Mrs. Maxim at a long table specially set up for the guests. The dazzling silver hair was turned into a low bun, which looked simple and elegant.

Those charming eyes glanced back and forth at the Slytherin table from time to time.

Malfoy felt that his heart was beating suddenly and uncontrollably, not because of the throbbing caused by the ambiguous factors that people often imagined, but a kind of unsure of the future.

Malfoy exchanged his gaze with Fleur without shy away, and the latter quickly removed his gaze unnaturally.

The brief exchange of eyes made him get no other information. Except for the oolong "artificial respiration", the two did not have more intersections in the subsequent games, and both of them pretended that nothing happened. The same.

This may be the best way to deal with it, and everything else may only increase embarrassment.

But no one will know how the goddess of fate, who loves pranks, will design some unexpected plots.

Professor Tenilauni in the teacher's dining seat was making a prayer posture, muttering words, and the whole person shuddered crazily, and even caused the entire long table to shake, and Professor McGonagall looked unhappy.

"Sybil, what are you doing again? It's dinner time." Professor McGonagall frowned, tapped his fingers on the long table, and asked with a slight disgust.

"Something big will happen tonight! Minerva!" Professor Tenilauni shook her head, folded her shoulders, and said in horror.

Her big glasses were hanging crookedly on the bridge of her nose at this time, and her hair looked messier than ever. It seemed that she hadn't eaten anything, and she lost her appetite because of panic.

"What major event, is it unknown? You will say this at least six days a week, but no day will come true, or you think it is ominous if the plate is broken, or the knife and fork fall on the ground?" McGonagall The professor was extremely dissatisfied. As long as he was at a table with this woman, he couldn't even eat cleanly.

"It's true this time, you have to believe me." Professor Tenilauni closed her hands and made a look of expectation, looking at the teachers around him, as if trying to support her.

Snape glanced at her indifferently, and then cast his dark and deep gaze into the bowl of broth in front of him. It seemed that observing the bowl of broth was much more interesting than listening to Tenilauni's alarmist words.

"Oh, so are they fake in the past?" Professor McGonagall said coldly.

"Oh ha ha." There was a burst of jovial laughter on the long table. Flitwick, Sprout, and several other professors couldn't hold back and laughed.

However, Professor Tenilauni didn't feel embarrassed at all, just continued to repeat some prayers in a low voice.)!!