Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Thanks, how about a cup of black tea?" Mrs. Maxim gently raised the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the cup.

"Thank you." Furong gently took the porcelain cup with the rose pattern, and the steaming tea in it was steaming. She took a sip, and the fragrance of black tea flowed through her teeth, making her a little tired. Be relieved.

"Why are you here?" Then she put down the tea cup and suddenly asked her principal.

She had been dealing with the transfer of these patients just now, and she didn't have the time to ask.

Madam Maxim's wide face also showed a confused expression.

"Didn't you ask me to come? Furong?"

"Me? How could it?" Her delicate face also showed a look of doubt, her eyebrows frowned.

Mrs. Maxim quickly pulled out a letter from her wide cuff.

"Look, I was weird when the owl was delivered. I remember you don't use owls."

She lifted the envelope, the red paint was damaged.

Juanxiu's handwriting can be seen vaguely above.

I didn't write it, Furong said in surprise, but it was clearly her handwriting.

Under the faint candlelight, the text on the envelope was faintly visible.

As soon as the letter was taken out of the envelope, a trace of sparks suddenly spread from the middle.

"What's the matter?" Furong was taken aback and threw the letter in her hand.

Then sparks spread rapidly, and the whole piece of paper was dyed into ashes in mid-air, and the embers were scattered on the table.

"The whirlwind swept away!" Furong knocked on the table, and the ashes soon fell into the trash can outside the door in an orderly manner.

Here are all patients, it is necessary to keep clean.

After doing this step.

The two looked at each other.

"Did you remember wrong?"

"I have a good memory... I still remember that I had honey tea and macarons for breakfast two weeks before the weekend. The patient I picked up the day before was stung by a poisonous scorpion..."

Furong was a little flustered for a while, trying to prove herself as much as possible.

"What does the letter say?" she asked.

"Ask me for help, just like my behavior today."

"But the result looks good, this hospital is indeed being monitored."

"You said that the next target of the Dark Lord might be the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injury and Injury. Ask me to help you." Madam Maxim's thick voice was low.

Furong's expression was very strange immediately.

She did think so, but she didn't act on it.

"Then where are we going?" Furong asked suddenly.

"The suggestion in the letter is Hogwarts, you know, I have crossed the border now, there is no proper reason and formal procedures, after sending you through, I will go back to France as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause international disputes."

"This is also the safest choice at the moment, or "you" told me in the letter."

"Regardless of whether it is true or not, I think this is a good choice."

"Are you going back with me? Your parents and sister miss you very much."

"It may take some time."

"I think so too." Mrs. Maxim nodded and looked around the patients around.

Furong withdrew from her recollection and looked at the round stone pillars on the left and right sides of the corridor in front of her. What I have to say is that it is very strange.

After thinking about it, I was at Hogwarts somehow, and still a little lamented about the impermanence of life.

Occasionally rest, and when I am bored, I also think about the boy who "kidnapped" her. I heard that he was a few years younger than her.

It's really a shame.

Is he so useless?Will be subdued by junior students.

Amnesia means no emotion.

Of course, this is what she thinks, it is said that she still competed here?

Furong shook her head, still really impressed.

But I can visit the scenery again as a first-time visitor, maybe it’s not bad

But wait until the work is done.

He relieved his sleepiness, then stood up again and walked to another ward.

Just when she resumed work, all the instigators were also entangled in asking troublesome questions.

In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy suddenly put down the magazine in her hand gently, stared at the boy in front of her with curious eyes, and finally asked:

"Draco, don't you go see the hostage lady you kidnapped? He is in the school hospital now."

She uncharacteristically encouraged Malfoy to approach the other girls.

But no matter how you look at it, I don't want to be a kind move.

"She doesn't even remember, there is no need. I don't want to be treated as a botched hitchhiker." Malfoy said flatly, his eyes still on the book.

Of course, the heart was not as calm as it showed.

To be surprised, his surprise is not inferior to any student at Hogwarts.

The once spoiled, arrogant eldest lady pulled down to take care of the patient, which was indeed shocking.

Of his three letters, one was sent to Mrs. Maxim in Boothbatten, thousands of miles away.

One was sent to Professor McGonagall as a link.

The other one was sent to Gringotts to remind them.

But it seems that the latter did not adopt his suggestion.

After thinking about it, Voldemort's possible future goals are nothing more than these two locations.

The former did not follow his ideas completely.

His idea was that after sending the patient with the help of the rune horse, Fleur followed Mrs. Maxim and went back, but he did not expect to stay as such.

Pansy was a little disappointed when she heard that, she also wanted to see if the girl really had forgotten everything.

"Although I don't want to see her very much, you did give me a chance."

"What?" Pansy suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's time for your feet to be reviewed? Isn't it?" Malfoy stared at the girl's calf and shrugged.

The Hogwarts ward is a bit crowded now, even if it is expanded, there are more people.

"Miss Parkinson, recovery is pretty good." Augustus's voice came from the ward.

Just when Furong was about to change a bandage to a patient, she heard the conversation in the ward and opened the door.

The Malfoy student half leaned against the wall, and after looking at Furong, he was shocked for a moment, then fleeting.

Strangely, when she saw the thin and pale face, she felt guilty inexplicably.

Make her feel like she has hallucinations?

Feelings of guilt can't justify her.

Did this student use any empathy magic on her?

After silently staring at each other, Furong Dang changed the gauze to a patient as if nothing had happened, and decisively left the ward.

She is not in the mood to find something to say, or because she has forgotten, she has no desire for revenge at all.

If she really remembers, maybe she will ask her questions clearly.

Malfoy was not unnecessarily entangled, sentimental, entangled in emotions, not his character, all this was Fleur's choice, and he certainly respected it.

"It's okay." Malfoy's gaze and the girl exchanged glances. What she cares most about now is Pansy's injury.

"Of course." Pansy smiled briskly, jumped slightly on the floor a few times, indicating that he had fully recovered, and gently shook his arm.

"That's good." Malfoy nodded, a rare smile on his face.