Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Except for completely forgetting the fact that they still have a daughter, the Grangers' life is business as usual.

Every family has family troubles, and society also has social troubles.

Especially the hospital as a public service facility.

Compared to the school that has a certain holiday every year, the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is not so easy. For example, now there is another difficult patient.

Unlike students, hospitals have fixed holidays every school year.

"Quickly, Pye! Fix this patient's foot! He has been cursed with a leg shaking!"

In a ward on the fifth floor of the Curse and Injury Department of St. Mungo’s Magical Injury Hospital, Augustus, the attending physician, was holding his wand nervously, looking at the patient’s injuries.

"Is that so?" A cold and sweet female voice came from behind him.

Suddenly, a few white bandages flew out of the medical box, firmly binding the patient's struggling leg to the bed board.

I don't know if it is an illusion, but the winding appearance is somewhat beautiful and artistic.

"That's it! Fasten it, don't let him break away!" the man said excitedly.

The sweet and slightly charming female voice is so recognizable, but due to the doctor's over-commitment, she didn't notice it.

Augustus muttered words in his mouth, constantly waving his wand, alleviating the suffering of the patient.

The patient struggled for a long time.

The shaking bed gradually calmed down.

"Huh." He let out a sigh of relief.

"Good job today! Didn't poke me anything."

Augustus wiped his sweat with his cuff, turned his head and prepared to pat his assistant's shoulder twice to encourage him, but after seeing the person helping him clearly, his arm stopped in the air.

"Miss Delacour?" The man's tone was full of surprise.

The assistant who likes to poke Louzi is no longer here now.

"I'm bored, look around." Furong said with a smile.

She didn't know where to find a pure white nurse's hat, and put it on her head. She did not know when she was curled up and hidden in her long silver hair.

If it turns out that her temperament was charming and moving, she is now holy and dignified, almost concealing the charm brought by the Veeva lineage.

He was still wearing that pure white gown.

"You are a patient, how can you help!"

"Where is Pye?!" The man's anger gathered.

"He is receiving new patients. Recently, there have been a lot of patients. He is so busy that he is dizzy."

"And I volunteered." Furong nodded gracefully.

His anger faded like a deflated ball.

After Voldemort's return, although he didn't show up formally, many wizards who were disregarding restlessness became active, and for a while, there were a lot of vicious crimes.

Naturally, the injured patients will rise.

"Oh." Augustus shook his head, a little helpless, not enough manpower, has been bothering him.

"If you don't have enough staff, you can let me try if you don't mind."

"This..." Augustus seemed a little embarrassed for a while.

"Nothing, I am very free now, I will tell my parents clearly."

"According to normal circumstances, I should also find a job." Furong smiled, and the courses at Boothbatten School were indeed nearing completion.

"You are a patient yourself, how can you come..." Augustus's face looked extremely hesitant.

"Isn't it just amnesia?" Furong didn't care.

"It's just a small memory, it doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter if I can't remember it."

"Compared to these patients, I think I can't be more normal."

Her parents didn't want her to recall those bad memories, some bad memories would be forgotten.

They are afraid of other effects, such as later memory, or whether certain memories have been tampered with.

The St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries is well-known throughout the wizarding world.

After all, memory is involved, in case later.

However, after observation, apart from forgetting about the memory of this year or so, there is really no other impact.

Furong's parents have even begun to go through the transfer procedures.

Because the current British wizarding world is quite uneven.

However, they did not expect that the temporary transfer allowed Furong to find a future job, and for a long time, he could not go back.

It is worth mentioning that she did a pretty good job for a long time afterwards.

At first, she was not very comfortable, because those weird diseases really couldn't make people relax.

Sometimes she had to face the patient's fuzzy flesh and blood, various disgusting abscesses, and limbs that were twisted beyond one's imagination.

Even with magical help, without personal contact, the pervasive smell of blood and stench is a great challenge.

But many things can make people feel sick just by just looking at them.

She overcame it.

She is also very strange, changing to the past, she may vomit, disgust, and faint because of nausea, but now she can control herself.

The wand in his hand held very powerful and precise, and did not tremble because of it.

In this process, she also achieved a lot of sense of accomplishment.

Especially seeing the smile of the patient after recovery.

It may be the meaning of her hard work.

Everyone has a different destiny.

In contrast, Miss Fleur Delacour found a job other than the value of life.

Those who "take away" her memory in disguise are not so lucky.

There were several wolf howls from time to time in Malfoy Manor.

The courtyard in front of the living room is now overgrown with weeds. It was originally maintained under deliberate mowing. The flat lawn was torn out of shape. The proud, pacing peacock didn't know where it was hiding. The fountain in the center seemed to be dry. In the same way, a little bit of water was sprayed weakly.

The inhabitants here are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there will be conflicts with the previous population, not to mention the race that lacks effective means of communication.

The Dark Lord was gone, and the order that was barely maintained by his prestige and strength soon fell apart.

If it were not for the existence of a death order, and unorganized activities were not allowed, it might have become a pool of skirmishers, and was wiped out.

Malfoy’s parents have moved to Grimmauld Place, temporarily living in the ancestral home of the Black family

And the home here has been "dedicated" to the Dark Lord as a base to stay

even so.

The place Malfoy was looking forward to was still in the Wiltshire manor, not Black's old mansion.

He needs to grasp the movement of the Dark Lord. If he takes any action, he should appear here as soon as possible.

At this moment, in a hidden cellar, the furniture is uniquely placed in an orderly appearance.

The vanishing cabinet on the side of the wall seemed to have just been passively used, and the cabinet door was slightly hidden.

The chandelier did not shine, the fluorescent light was extremely thin, and the faint halo illuminates the room as hard as possible

With the help of the faint light, Malfoy can be seen sitting on a solid wood chair made of cherry wood. In front of him is a wooden table made of tulip wood. The corners of the table present an elegant curve.

A few mushroom-shaped handles made of brass are engraved on the outer layer of the drawer under the table.

Now his face is extremely pale, his hand mechanically numbly grasped the handle and pulled the drawer open, and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth. It was supposed to be a snack for leisure, and it became a substance that had to be added.

He leaned back on the chair, panting with fatigue, waves of dizziness hit his brain, and various negative emotions, and each bite eased slightly.

The strong smell of cocoa permeated the darkened room. If anyone who didn't know came here, they might think it was a hidden chocolate factory underground.

After resting for a while with his eyes closed, Malfoy calmed down his mood, feeling the relief effect brought by chocolate, and somewhat restored some sober sanity.

Many days have passed since the vacation, and he has been alone for a long time.

There are no leaps and bounds in the progress of the plan, but it is proceeding step by step.

He stared at an abstract mural hanging in the middle of the wall in front of him, his thoughts drifting, as if thinking of something.

Suddenly two quill pens floated into the air, and three pieces of parchment were spread out on the long oak table, and they were written separately.

For someone, it’s busier than school life during the holidays now

Malfoy touched his chin, pondering his tone.

One of the beginnings read: "Mrs. Maxime... I am... I am at the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries... I hope you can help."

The other one starts with: "Minerva, I am Olim Maxim..."

The beginning of the last letter reads: "Dear..."

While Malfoy was manipulating a quill to write a letter, a quarrel was taking place at Hogwarts thousands of miles away.

It is not so much a quarrel as a unilateral accusation.

"Ms. Minerva, we really can't stand it anymore. Unknown evil creatures are devouring our territory." This is the voice of the horseman Firenze, which is very harsh in the room, as if roaring.

His horseshoe stomped on the floor of Professor McGonagall's office like a vent.

"The scope of our residence is getting smaller and smaller, and the pervasive sense of depression is about to drive me and my people crazy." He complained endlessly.

After returning all the students safely to platform 9 and three-quarters, Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts.

After an unfortunate marriage, she did not remarry, and Hogwarts was considered half of her home.

It's just that in her office now, she has to endure the complaints of some forbidden forest dweller.

Firenze's handsome face was so angry and impatient, it was very different from the gentle and graceful appearance of the past.

Anxiety and anger were written in those deep sapphire-like eyes.

The students are no longer there, and he doesn't need to conceal them. Before, he had to worry about these students, but now that the students are all gone, he can also fight for reasons.

"I went with you once before, and it did have some unpleasant taste, but we couldn't find the source, Firenze, I also want to help you solve this problem."

"The agreement established by the founders of the school and our ancestors..."

Professor McGonagall seemed very embarrassed and headache.

"If we don't solve it, we horsemen will find another way out!" The strong horseshoe smashed the floor fiercely, and Firenze went away angrily.

In the end, the negotiations ended up in anger.

In less than two minutes after Firenze left, a new guest was welcomed in Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor McGonagall? Are you there?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door, and she gently buttoned the door, making a bang.

"Please come in." Professor McGonagall said gently.

"Miss Granger, you are very punctual."

"Have you agreed with your parents?"

"Yeah." Hermione's expression was quickly lost for a moment, and then she nodded firmly.

"This is their proof of permission." Her parents' signatures were hung on it. No need to think about it, of course it was forged.

Professor McGonagall looked at it and nodded.

"Ferrenze?" Professor McGonagall knocked on the table and suddenly shouted to the door. The horseman who had left just now went and turned back in an instant.

"About that matter, I will deal with it as soon as possible.

"But you have to do me a favor"

"You take her to the Forbidden Forest to feel it."

Firenze's pace was slow along the way, allowing Hermione to follow him.

"Miss Granger, right?"

"You are a friend of the savior Potter. I have an impression." He opened the conversation, and Firenze kept complaining along the way.

And part-time as a free drudgery, using a sickle to cut down some weeds and roads that hinder progress.

"Be careful not to get scratched by the leaves" he reminded.

"Go away!" The handsome centaur swung his weapon scythe fiercely. The side of the blade slammed the spider's thick shaggy legs and slapped it away fiercely.

The huge spider was frightened, its thick legs swam back quickly, and its plump body was unusually flexible.

"They have also been groggy these days. They were originally in the depths of the forbidden forest. Now they are all forced to come outside." He just said, and Hermione just listened.

The fine stones, the muddy paths, the trees covering the sky, the vast fog, and the low visibility.

Since Professor McGonagall called feeling, then Hermione was also feeling it attentively. Animagus is a kind of animal transformation, which needs to be integrated into nature..

Curious crawlers crawled across their shoes.

Shelly insects, creamy mollusks.

Hermione was thankful that she was wearing long boots.

Suddenly, Hermione saw Firenze stop her footsteps, and she stopped too.

Hermione covered her shoulders subconsciously at this time, and cold negative emotions spread from all around her, feeling depressed and pained inexplicably.

"You can feel it too, right?" Firenze's thick eyebrows picked up vividly.

"This atmosphere constantly interferes with our astrological activities!"

"Our living environment is further compressed."

"I also know that Minerva has been very busy recently, but my people can't stand it anymore."

"Oh." The centaur patriarch looked very worried. He keenly sensed the uneasy atmosphere in the neighborhood, and more in-depth sniffing told him that the outbreak of war is not far away.