Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Draco is awake?"

"How is his injury?"

As soon as Dumbledore stepped out of the room, the concerned words of several girls faintly came from outside the door, causing Malfoy a headache.

Should he continue to be in a coma, or should he be in a coma, or should he be in a coma?

This is a less difficult choice.

"Is he awake?"

When Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked out of the ward, several girls suddenly gathered around, and their faces were filled with melancholy and worry.

"He was seriously injured before." Dumbledore's face was heavy. "He is still in a coma."

"Nagini's toxin is more terrible than expected. It took so long to be treated. Although it is cured, there are still sequelae. I believe Miss Furong knows this better than me."

Furong nodded helplessly and admitted.

"None of these are the most critical. He finally overdrawn his deep energy and manipulated those dementors, so even if the physical trauma healed..."

Dumbledore pointed to his head suddenly, and sighed: "I don't know when the injury here will heal. The time of waking up may be unknown."

Hermione's heart suddenly cooled, and she sat back on the bench slumped, staring at the mottled wall in front of her blankly.

"Can I go see him?"

Pansy suppressed his painful emotions and asked extravagantly.

"Of course, someone familiar with him may be able to wake up his will." Dumbledore nodded in cooperation.

"Maybe he doesn't like me very much, and he's not very interested in me." The old man shrugged helplessly, looking serious.

"Let's go and see him, life is no longer in danger, thanks to Miss Delacour's superb medical skills."

"Yeah." Furong nodded, without any humility.

"It's best to go in one by one. He can't bear too much sound stimulation. You decide for yourself."

The old man left soon, and Dumbledore still had a lot of things to deal with. Although he was also a sick person, he was also the backbone of everyone.

"I'll go first!" The three girls looked at each other and said in unison.

"I... the last one to go in." Luna looked around in a circle, then stepped out of the circle, smiling lightly.

"Forget it, I have taken care of him." Furong took a step back.

Pansy and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter took a step back out of guilt.

Pansy was the first to open the door logically, and then closed it, she walked to the bed gently.

The whole room was filled with the fragrance of herbs. Malfoy was lying on the hospital bed, his body was covered with white sheets, and his chest was undulating regularly, indicating that he was still alive.

The boy's face was extremely pale, his face seemed to be swollen, and the sharpened chin looked much rounder from a distance.

"It's a pity that I didn't help anything in the final battle. I didn't even see you fighting heroically. I only saw you embarrassed." Pansy gently sat on the chair, gently holding Malfoy without injury. Arm.

She didn't dare to sway like a spoiled child, but just put them together gently.

"I didn't trouble you this time." She took a deep breath and said softly.

"When you were a teacher, I was wondering if this would continue."

"At the time I was still studying furniture, observing the placement in your office."

"It's best to have a circular living room for the living room, and for the bedroom to... the garden..."

The girl couldn't help counting with her fingers, like a little wife at home, thinking about the future that belongs to them.

With a blank smile, he unknowingly mentioned the configuration of the furniture: "If you like reading books, then you have to make a big study room filled with bookcases. What material is the bookcase made of? Redwood? Apple wood?"

"But you are very busy every day and you are not in the mood to listen to these words."

"Then suddenly one day, you told me you were leaving again."

"It deserves praise, at least it didn't keep me in the dark."

"I can vaguely guess what you want to do, otherwise, I'll just follow you. The Dark Lord will definitely accept me very gladly. After all, my father still has some influence."

"But you want me to stay."

"It can only mean that it might be more dangerous to be around Voldemort." The person died, and Pansy didn't care to explain the name of the mysterious man Voldemort.

"I..." Pansy wanted to say something, but she always felt something was amiss.

The difference was communication. She had been talking alone all the time, and Malfoy didn't respond at all.

"It's really boring to talk unilaterally." Pansy said distressedly, tapping his head lightly with his fist.

"Then have a scene where the princess kisses the sleeping prince." There was a smug smile on her face.

She leaned over gently, leaving her mark on the boy's lips.

There was no resistance this time, and she got what she wanted.

But her heart was very contradictory, hoping that she would return without success. For example, Malfoy suddenly woke up and pushed her away.

"I wish you a speedy recovery, Draco." Pansy stood up and stared at the boy in front of her, staring at her. Her shoulders trembled, tears burst into her eyes, and she ran out of the room without looking back. Ward.

The second person who entered the ward was Fleur. She raised her wand and pointed it at Malfoy with a condescending look.

Furong took a deep breath.

"Nothing to say, Mr. Malfoy." Fleur raised an eyebrow.After leaving these words pretending to be cold and indifferent, the arrogant girl decisively left.

Showing her most arrogant temperament.

After all, there is still a long time to come, and she is the one who takes care of him for the longest time.

Then Hermione stepped into the room.

"I'm sorry, I owe you a lot, can I pay it back slowly?"

She thought back a lot of the past, only to realize that she seemed to be the one who was the most hindered, and she had to confront him almost every time.

"Here, it's not impossible to bite it back for you." She stretched out her white arm and reached Malfoy's mouth.

At that time dimly, I heard him say: "You really like biting people."

Thinking of the invisibility cloak that killed Voldemort, Hermione remembered that the person who invaded Hogwarts should be him.

I have to say that Hermione's move was silly and inexplicably cute.

"Also, although I added a lot of chaos to you in the process, the final result may not be bad. Without me, you were also hanged by Nagini at the time, right? Should it be offset?"

"Or, you still have to pay back my kindness?"

"So, wake up quickly and prepare to repay."

"By the way, I have one more thing to ask you to settle accounts."

"You actually said I was in heat?"

Hermione's tone changed from apologetic to a bit coquettish.

"That's my Animagus, do you know? It wasn't to monitor you, would I be like this?"

"There is still third grade..."

"In fourth grade..."

The girl seemed to want to talk too much, but Malfoy still showed no sign of opening his eyes.

From hope to disappointment, Hermione finally left without giving up.

Maybe he needs some time.

The last girl was Luna. She briskly pushed open the door of the ward, walked in front of Malfoy, found a chair and sat down.

"Don't forget what you said before. You will go to find the horned snoring beast together as a reward for the previous help."

"I don't just want to be rewarded."

Luna pursed her faint lips and shook her head, her face flushed.

"And..." Luna quietly moved her face towards Malfoy.

She had seen it clearly just now, when Malfoy's bare fingers twitched outside the bed.

"Well, our great hero is too sleepy, maybe get a little more sleep."

Luna blinked while staring at Malfoy's "sleeping face", smiled playfully, and shook her white palms in front of him.

"Pretending to sleep is not a good habit, Mr. Draco."

——(End of the book)