Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On the morning of the first day of the new semester, almost all the boys understood what Professor McGonagall’s warning meant yesterday.

The lucky few among them, in the morning, rubbed their eyes frantically, suspecting that they had hallucinations.

Fleur Delacour, the Busbarton warrior who appeared in the Triwizard Tournament, actually appeared in their school today?

Have breakfast with them in an auditorium?

In the corner of the long table, the Furong dining knife cuts the food elegantly and accurately in the silver plate, dinning alone, ignoring the hot gaze of these students, and usually leaving after the meal, as if nothing happened.

Only their endless daydreams were left.

She transferred?This is the first thought of many people.

Not right?They are all taught in the seven-year system. Boothbarton can participate in the Goblet of Fire Warriors, she can never repeat the grade?

In the fourth grade, she was already a seventh-grade graduate of Boothbarton.

If only one person said that he saw her, it might be an illusion, but the collective hallucination is unrealistic. More than one student vowed to say that he saw Lotus in the auditorium.

That means truth.

Although her iconic long silver hair was curled up and hidden in the white nurse's hat, her fascinating, magical blue eyes were still so moving, and her white nurse's clothing highlighted her. The graceful figure adds some dignified temperament.

The two temperaments of charm and holiness are intertwined, and there is a kind of magical power like poison.

She went to the auditorium very early today, but even so, a few boys saw it, which was enough to cause a sensation.

The news went viral.

Soon they learned that Furong, as a medical staff of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, was taking care of those patients in the school hospital.

At lunch time, at the long Gryffindor table, Ron was chewing on beef patties, while cutting the corbel in front of him with a knife and fork in his hand, he chatted endlessly.

"I really want to catch a cold now, so she might take care of me."

"You might have to saw off one leg first." Hermione said sarcastically.

"If you can pick it up, it's a good deal." Ron said without shame.

"Mrs. Weasley heard, maybe you really have to break your leg first."

But the wish is good.

To everyone's disappointment, she did not show up at noon.

Because she seemed to know that this would cause riots.

This is not the result she wanted, she just came here as a "nurse".

Seeing the patient's painful moan, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Despite the hard work, she also seemed to truly understand that there are things in the world that are painful and happy.

As for those fiery eyes, it may have been a process of boredom and enjoyment, but now it may be completely ignored.

"Mr. Moody, there is probably no problem with your injury." Furong said formulaically.

There was a smell of disinfectant in the ward at this moment.

Moody was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin cup, and wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown from UI. His face covered with scars was no longer hideous, but pale and looked a little weak. .

"After resting for a while, you can participate in surgery."

It is said that the prosthetic leg was broken, of course it is not the only injury, but it is lucky if it is not bitten

Furong's gaze stayed on the medical record book in front of her, recording it, while speaking to Moody.

"Then it will be the operation problem." Furong nodded, and put the quill pen in front of her pocket randomly.

"Mr. Moody, what kind of prosthetic do you want to make? There are peach, apple, walnut, rosewood, etc., before you used elm, which has a higher hardness...." Furong stood in Moody's In front of the hospital bed, asked skillfully.

"You figure it out." Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently, closing his eyes.

"Then still choose elm, although it may be slightly harder, but you will be more comfortable with it. What do you think, sir."

"I'm professional in catching dark wizards and evil creatures, but in treating diseases, you are professional as doctors. I don't like to intervene in areas that I'm not good at." Although it is a word of trust, Moody's tone is a little anxious.

Maybe it's been a long time in bed, a little boring.

Now is the time to need him.

He coughed a few times.

"Sorry," Moody said suddenly, feeling a little impatient with such a response.

"No trouble, this is what I should do." Furong said politely, and then turned around, ready to leave the room, to plan the operation.

"It's not because of this." Moody stood up and changed from lying down to leaning against the head of the bed. Whether it was the normal eye or the magical eye, he stared at Furong closely. .

Furong didn't feel much, she didn't commit a crime, and she couldn't feel the panic of being sanctioned.

As for nausea?

She has seen many more disgusting things these days.

Her heart has been exercised quite strong

"It's the previous question. As an Auror, I didn't notice it..." Moody began to mention the Goblet of Fire.

"I don't remember anymore, sir, if it was for this, it would be better to apologize after my memory recovers." Furong shrugged gracefully, smiled, and left the house.

Sitting on a bench outside the ward, she took off the other white gloves, rubbed her eyebrows, and fell into the memory of not long ago.

That is the day when the holiday is approaching...

The sky was dull and the clouds rolled like layers of cotton candy sprinkled with ink.

A group of sturdy rune horses are arranged in an orderly manner. They are dragging the carriage, waving their wings, flying in the sky, flying through the clouds, walking in the sky, showing a vigorous posture, and rushing to England.

Most of the patients were asleep, in the carriage.

Because the runehorse flies fairly smoothly in the air, this ensures their comfort and can't feel any bumps.

In the interior of the carriage, all the decorative ornaments were taken away because they took up space, leaving only a chandelier for lighting.

Many blue and white wide cloths were supported by iron frames, and many compartments were separated for hospital beds.

On the side near the fireplace, there was a little space left, a small coffee table and two chairs were placed.

After setting up the last patient, Furong covered her mouth, yawned slightly, and sat down on a round stool in front of the coffee table.

Madame Maxim had already been sitting on a chair waiting for her for some time. The tall figure made the principal of Furong have to bend over and bend his legs to barely sit here.

On the round tea table, the spout of a stoneware teapot was steaming, and the fragrance of tea permeated the room through the spout.