Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy leaned back and fell, falling into Hermione's arms.

At this moment, the sky was gloomy, a few crows occasionally flew over the sky, and the gloomy wind whizzed past.

Everything is similar to Pansy's original dream, but it is still different after all, without the terrifying laughter of Voldemort.

A girl was running desperately on the grass. Because she was running too fast, the white nurse's hat on her head accidentally fell off, and her waist-length silver hair was gently swung down. She didn't have time to take care of it, and she ran. While moving, he squeezed his long hair to one side with his hands, tidyed it up, and tied it into a bundle of ponytails for easy walking.

This is Fleur Delacour, who has been helping patients on the front line.

Now she got to where Malfoy had fallen for the first time.

"Get out of the way!" She pushed Hermione away impatiently. For some reason, she saw the man injured inexplicably irritable, and the girl was driven aside and almost fell.

Malfoy was quickly laid flat on the grass by Fleur, and then she quickly opened his eyelids with her fingers, and his eyeballs were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

The girl then took his arm and touched his body with her magic wand.

"He was hit by a very serious coma curse, as well as a petrification curse." Furong gave his own judgment.

"Is it hit by the Dark Lord just now?" She turned her head and asked Hermione.

Hermione's face turned pale in an instant, and Voldemort was not the culprit.

Furong then found that her palms felt a little moist. Her tall nose sniffed slightly and moved. A faint bloody smell rushed into her nasal cavity. Her sense of smell told her that the boy had not only suffered this. hurt.

Looking for the trail of the smell, she decisively tore off Malfoy's upper body clothes, and a white ribbon soaked with bright red blood came into her eyes.

"Which idiot bandaged him! There are so many mistakes! Do you want him to be disabled?" Furong said bitterly.

Simply put, the wizard's medical system is extremely effective for pure physical damage.

Exaggerated, even if the hand is broken, it can still be connected.

But when you encounter some problems, you are often at a loss.

For example, some magic curses and poisons.

Mad-Eye Moody's blind eye was obviously caused by some curse and could not be recovered, so he chose to embed it in the magic eye.

At this time, Furong's memory has not been restored, she is just looking at the problem from the perspective of medical staff.He blurted out, but because of this, he was merciless.

The last faint blood on Hermione's face disappeared completely.

She began to blame herself frantically.

If he is really disabled, or...?

She dared not think about it anymore.

"It's troublesome, there's snake venom."

"It's not deeper than the poisoning. Good luck." She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Hermione's bandaging technique was average, the fresh white essence and Phoenix Tears were all genuine.

Fleur didn't notice the changing look of Hermione beside her.

She called to Hermione: "Let’s help put him on the stretcher and move it to a place. This is not a place for surgery." She said, untie the wrong bandage, and watched being bitten by Nagini. The affected area of ​​the injury.

The wound was bright red, not black, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

Hermione helped Fleur, and several other professors rushed over and sent Malfoy to the Hogwarts school hospital.

Entering the ward, the long operation began.

"What about Draco? What's wrong with him? Who can tell me." A girl in a Slytherin uniform robe with a prefect medal on her chest stumbled to the front of the ward and asked everybody on the way. Haggard.

She only learned from others that Draco was a hero, and the hero was badly injured.

"He's still operating." Hermione squeezed Pansy's shoulder."Be quiet, he will be fine." Comforting Pansy.

"You know what, don't you? You came back with him?" Pansy shook Hermione's shoulder as if grabbing a straw.

The battle just now turned around and changed several times. People who were not there were totally unimaginable. There were so many reversals in a short period of time, and they couldn't be described clearly.

"I don't want to say." Hermione's tone was full of guilt. She turned her head and faced the stone wall. The memories that reverberated in her mind repeatedly were those lost.

Pan Xi sat on the bench dumbly, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the farewell that day.

After Malfoy was in class, she invited her to Madame Petitfu's Tea House. While she was sitting in a chair, dreaming about various romantic reasons, Malfoy showed her a show:

"I might be leaving again." Malfoy raised the teacup at the table and took a sip of tea.

"Where? Where is the mysterious person?" Pansy immediately stood up and asked in a panic.

"I can only tell you this information to prepare you mentally."

"You've grown up, I think you are someone who can keep secrets with me." Malfoy touched the girl's head lightly.

"Trust me, I will come back safely." Malfoy said calmly.

Then left.

The farewell was a bit hurried, even a little bit dreadful, but that was the last time Pansy had seen Malfoy in his mind.

The girl didn't make any unreasonable actions to keep, but chose to accept.

Because she knew that the character of that boy might as well let him concentrate on his own affairs.

"Is this what you said to come back safely?" The girl suddenly began to sob, wiping her tears with her hands.

Suddenly a pair of cold hands put on her shoulders, gently stroking, comforting her.

"Draco will be fine." A faint smile hung at the corner of Luna's mouth, but her gray eyes still wore worry.

For the next few hours, every minute and every second was suffering. The two girls were afraid of hearing bad news. Only Luna seemed to be in a good mood, whistling to an unknown tune.

Pansy finally fell asleep leaning on Luna's shoulder, while Hermione looked at the wooden door numbly.

Suddenly, the door opened with a creak, and the three girls suddenly stood up and surrounded the Furong who had just left the house.

"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy asked anxiously.

"Keep it down." Furong didn't give them a good face, "I am out of danger for the time being, but it still needs to be observed. If you make noise, his injury may get worse."

As soon as he said this, Pansy immediately covered his mouth.

After learning that he was not life-threatening, the girl's haggard face showed a smile from the heart while serving the food, and tears began to accumulate in the corners of her dry eyes.

Hermione sat back in the chair in relief.

"Then he woke up?" Luna asked.

"No, I said, now the patient has to rest," Furong rubbed her shoulder tiredly.

During the operation, she was surprised by Draco's will countless times. With such a serious injury and the suppression of the spell, she was able to stand up against Voldemort, which was amazing.

"It's not a little white face, I withdrew this comment." She silently thought of the words she had said before talking to her sister.

She walked quickly, throwing away the worried girls.

As she walked around the corner and tried to get some gauze, she seemed to hit something on her foot.

"Dobby greets you." A house elf raised his head and shook his head and said to her.

"Master Draco has a letter for you and a bottle."

Furong took the envelope and bottle, her fingers involuntarily squeezed the two objects tightly, a pale yellow envelope was crumpled, as for the silver-white gas flowing in the bottle.

The envelope was written in black, straight handwriting—a letter to Miss Delacour. Seeing this line of text, Furong’s heart jumped, and the dark purple lacquer seal was tightly attached to the seal, Furong Attempt to tear, and then a slight burning sensation came from the fingertips.

If it is not for her to open it.The envelope will ignite spontaneously, swallowing the letter.

She began to read slowly.

The letter says:

To Miss Fleur Delacour,

I'm sorry, but I actually see that your current life is so peaceful and fulfilling. I really don't want to disturb it. It's like dropping a stone on a calm lake, making a faint ripple, and then rolling up a storm.

But from the standpoint of a trustworthy custodian, you should return your memory.

Professor Dumbledore’s meditation basin should be borrowed and used. He is very generous, which can also directly return your memory to its original place.

Finally I want to say.

It was a pleasant period of adventure with you.

Even if you always trouble me.

——Draco, Malfoy.

The yellowed parchment in Furong's hand began to tremble, and her heart began to beat wildly.

She had always thought that a missing memory in her life seemed irrelevant to her life.

Don't worry about the regrets of the past, live in the present.

There is no need to be sentimental for the regrets of the past, to hurt the spring and the autumn.

But now, she suddenly felt that that memory might be extremely important to her.

"Pediatric basin, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your meditation basin." Fleur found Dumbledore for the first time. The old man was lying on a sickbed in a nearby hospital room, looking at a book. The latest "Singing and Singing Devil".

"My office is on the eighth floor, and the password is sour soda."

"By the way, how is Draco's operation done?" the old man asked loudly behind the girl.

"Perfect!" Furong said without looking back.

Then many people saw the girl unbutton her nurse's white hat, tie up her long silver hair, and ran in the aisle. Soon, the ugly stone statue jumped away, and the girl entered the office and found the meditation basin.

The meditation basin has played its role

The silver-white gas was floating in the basin, and Furong took a deep breath and decisively buried her head in it.

Memories began to flash continuously. Retrieving memories seemed to come faster than reading others' memories. Soon, Furong raised her head, revealing her swan-like neck.

She was sluggish for a while, her azure blue eyes moist.

All the lost memories came back to my mind.

Her slender, white fingers clenched tightly, and her heart hung up.

I have been thinking about drawing a clear line with him, but in the fight, I actually got so close at the last moment.

Fortunately, he didn't cause him any trouble.

Her heart fell again.

The memory of the past seems to be entangled with the memory of the present in a mess, like a little deer wrapped in his arms, and like a naughty little messy ball of yarn.Cat with paws.

It took a lot of effort to smooth it, after clearing my thoughts.

"Is he safe now?" Her first reaction was to rush to the boy who was lying on the hospital bed to reconfirm his physical condition.

Even though she was operating the entire operation itself, she knew her injuries well.

And at this time, her slender legs had already started to run again impatiently.