Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After a very detailed questioning and testing, the female doctor shook her head in confusion, and left the room. It was estimated that she had communicated with Furong's parents outside the room.

Furong was a little sleepy lying on Gabriel's small desk. She was already a little tired, and it was painful to be questioned.

Especially when she clearly feels that everything is fine for herself.

Female doctors ask questions that are very unnutritive.

"Sister, what's this?"

Gabriel slipped into the room quietly, trot to Furong's body, and erected a white finger.

Dangling in front of Furong.

"One"

Furong said weakly.

What about this one?

Gabriel stretched out another finger.

"two"

Furong lowered her head and sighed.

"I am suspected of having amnesia now, but I am not stupid." Furong rubbed Gabriel's hair affectionately, patted a few more times, and said angrily.

In the days that followed, Furong was "caught" by her parents and taken to a hospital for magical injuries and diseases in France for a comprehensive examination.

Regardless of her struggle.

After examination, there were some minor bruises and sprains on the leg, and a mild cold with a low degree.

Otherwise, there is nothing serious.

They are all wondering.

What has she experienced these days?

Maybe St Mungo’s magical injuries in the UK would be more effective?It is the most famous and excellent magic hospital in the wizarding world.

The doctor’s explanation here is that there may be a self-protection mechanism that selectively forgets things that are not good for oneself, and has nothing to do with magic.

Another stage of inspection has come to an end.

Furong's mother found the last female doctor outside the ward. What this beautiful blond woman wanted to ask, she was a little bit hard to say anything, she wanted to stop.

"What you wanted to ask didn't happen. Except for possible amnesia, everything is normal for her." The female doctor saw the thoughts of Furong's mother and shook her head.

"She doesn't seem to have selective memory loss after being stimulated." The female doctor gave her own judgment.

"Sister, don't you remember that badass at all?" Gabriel asked in front of the hospital bed at this time. At this time, Delacour's family were all in the hospital, and Fleur was lying in white as a sick person. Hospital bed.

She feels that her body is about to rust these days.

"Who the hell is that, why do you all think I should remember him? Is he famous, or is that my boyfriend?" Furong also remembered the previous questions from her parents who kept beating her.

Said impatiently.

Gabriel's little face was immediately bitter, and she leaned down, sneaking out a stack of newspapers from behind her.

A "Daily Prophet".

Above is a preview of the Goblet of Fire game.

A group photo of the four warriors was printed on the title page. In the photo, Fleur was standing next to Malfoy, looking like a snuggle, smiling very brightly.

These were hidden secretly by Gabriel, and her parents had long since discarded the previous reports about Malfoy.

"Little white face?"

Furong sneered proudly.

I have no interest in such people.

Gabriel could only look at her sister in fear, and sighed the fickleness of the woman.

Maybe it's not fickle, it's just that my sister lost her memory.

What about the previous note?Gabriel remembered the note from the house before.

Of course Pansy would not know the truth behind this news.

She just knew that Malfoy was still missing.

That girl came back safely, but what about the person who "kidnapped" her?

Pansy put the newspaper down, then sighed, pushed open the Shimen, and walked to his bedroom.

This afternoon is Moody’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Take a good rest and take it seriously.

Just before that, she still opened her diary.

"Hogwarts has started, but you still haven't come back. Just treat it as late. After you come back, I'll criticize you well. You have to be prepared for the prefect."

"It's in fifth grade now. The exam is really troublesome. I remember that you are not afraid of the exam. There are a lot of questions to ask you, but you are not there.

"Gryffindor students are still so annoying, shamelessly curse you."

"But I gave him a severe lesson." Pansy laughed softly when he thought that Ron was hit by her curse and his entire head was pressed to the bottom of the bowl, making the soup overflowing.

"I will still wait for you to come back, as long as there is no definite news."

"Today I was happy again for nothing."

After writing the diary, Pansy dropped the pen and went to bed in the morning.

This afternoon is Mad Eye Moody's class.

"Potter, come to the podium." Moody yelled from the podium as soon as the class started.

Harry also stood up nervously, and walked up tremblingly.

"Potter, knock me down." Moody no longer called Ron in this actual battle, but chose Harry Potter.

Compared to Ron's inability to fight back, Harry's performance was much better.

The iron armor curse, the disarming curse, used alternately back and forth, Harry's on-the-spot reaction and spell casting skills were much better than Ron.

Suddenly, Harry caught a flaw in Moody's and decisively used a soft-leg curse on Moody. Moody had no defense. The white light hit Moody's legs and feet at once, and it seemed that he lost his balance. , Just when he was chuckling about it.

"Except for your weapons."

A ray of light passed quickly.

He lost his mind, and then Moody quickly disarmed his wand.

I also took a few steps back and then fell to the ground.

"You are much better than Weasley, and you are not stage fright." Moody glanced at Harry.

"It's just lack of insight." Then he said hoarsely.

Moody looked at Harry who was puzzled, and lifted the trouser leg of one foot.

It was a prosthetic leg made of wood, Harry just remembered now.

Harry suddenly realized that he knew his loophole.

"It looks like you still learned something in the Triwizard Tournament last year." Moody still admitted Harry's skill in using spells.

"But not everyone has luck like you, Potter."

"Everyone's talents are different, and their own conditions are also different"

"Like you, Mr. Potter."

"So I hope you can help some students who are not very good at Defence Against the Dark Arts after class."

"After all, this is a struggle between people."

"I didn't think that you could fight against some powerful black wizards. I just hope that you can protect yourself when you meet some people." Moody said slowly.

"Observation is an important factor."

"For example, today, Potter was careless because of the "carefulness" I showed." Moody turned his blue faint eyes and said slowly and seriously.

"I was dazzled by the upcoming victory." He added.

Harry lowered his head shamefully.