Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Durmstrang's students looked up with interest at the dark, star-lit ceiling as they took off their students' fur cloaks. Two of the classmates also picked up golden plates and goblets and looked at them carefully, obviously interested.

After a long journey, a full meal is obviously a better choice.

At the staff table over there, Filch, the janitor, was adding a few chairs. For today's grand occasion, he put on the old musty tuxedo. Many students were surprised to see him adding four chairs, two on each side of Dumbledore.

After all the students had entered the auditorium and were seated at their respective college tables, the faculty also entered, and they filed down to the chair of the chair and sat down. Walking last were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime. As soon as the Beauxbatons students saw their headmaster appear, they all stood up.

It can be seen from this that Beauxbatons' education is actually quite strict, at least it can be seen from the respect for the headmaster. Several Hogwarts students couldn't help laughing. They couldn't understand it. After all, Dumbledore managed The school's policy was still to be tolerant, with little tantrums, and Beauxbatons' representatives were not at all embarrassed until Lady Maxime sat down on Dumbledore's left. sit down. Dumbledore remained standing, and the auditorium gradually quieted down.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and -- especially -- distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students, "with great joy I welcome you all. To Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here.

A Beauxbatons girl still wrapped her head tightly in a scarf gave a sneer that was no doubt sarcastic.

"No one's forcing you to stay!" whispered Hermione, annoyed by the girl.

"The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they like at home!"

The banquet was perhaps the highest level Hogwarts students had ever received, with more food than usual at Christmas or Halloween, and the house-elves in the kitchen seemed to be doing everything they could. I even saw a lot of dishes that can only be found in foreign countries on the table.

"Is there anyone here?" Under this warm dining atmosphere, a Hogwarts student of about fifth or sixth grade was feasting at the dining table. He was wearing a dark green wizard robe, which should be a Slytherin. College, he then heard a nice female voice ringing in his ears.

"Of course there are! Don't I just sit here?," the boy said irritably, and he was quite impatient, and no one would be too happy to be disturbed while eating.

"That's such a pity." The owner of the voice showed quite depressing feelings, but in the boy's voice, there was an inexplicable attraction, which made him unconsciously give up the food in front of him and looked up at the source of the voice.

This should be a student of Beauxbatons. You can tell it's a girl by looking at her figure, with a turban wrapped around her head. At this time, the girl happened to take off the turban on her head, revealing her beautiful face. Long waterfalls of silver hair hit her waist. She has big blue eyes and straight white teeth.

"Is there really anyone?" The girl repeated her question seriously at this time, and the simple words seemed to be full of magic.

"No... no one..." The boy's eyes were all stared, and it suddenly became red, and his tongue became a little bigger. He hadn't even swallowed the food in his mouth, as if his throat was stuck. He can pat his chest and say that this is the most beautiful peer he has ever seen in his life.

At this time, he took the initiative to stand up, and said in a polite and slightly flattering tone: "You must be late, right? I think I should be able to help you,

My classmates will be happy to give me a place. "

"Thank you." Furong said so, but she still sat down rudely.

In order to maintain his demeanor, although the boy still hoped to stay with her for a while, he still gave up.

"Can you pass me the French fish soup over there? Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Fleur tilted her head at this moment and said, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

Of course, the first meeting should not know the name of the other party, and it will not be such a normal conversation.

If the boy just now knew the real purpose of the girl's behavior just now, maybe the position would not be so refreshing.

"Maybe if you restrain your charms properly, the same-sex relationship will be better." Malfoy shook his head, and then handed over the plate that Fleur pointed to.

There is a reason for what he said. Even Mrs. Maxime's lover, Furong's popularity in Beauxbatons does not seem to be very popular. Perhaps she has attracted too much attention from the opposite sex, making other girls a little jealous.

"I don't care." Furong fluttered her long silver hair and said forcefully, but in fact she should still not be able to be so free and easy, who doesn't want to receive more welcome.

"Also, I'm very sorry for slandering you last time." At this time, Furong put the plate in front of her and said instead without touching it.

"It was just a misunderstanding." Malfoy said leniently, but his intuition told him that the girl was not simply apologizing.

"It's not a misunderstanding, I did it on purpose." Furong said.

Even if Malfoy could fully guess the truth, the girl in front of him voluntarily admitted it to his face, which made him a little surprised, and at the same time made him a little unsure of how to react.

Should he be angry? It seems that the reason is not very good.

"Uh... I think it's better to eat now." Malfoy chose to change the subject, and he found himself being watched by many eyes.

Furong, who has taken off her turban, seems to have a different kind of powerful charm, attracting the attention of many male students around.

"Why did she run to Slytherin's long table, doesn't she know that the academy has produced some dark wizards?" Ron also saw it, and said with some hatred. "Even with that person." He thought angrily.

"Why does it feel familiar?" Harry asked.

"Ron." Harry kicked him suddenly, then said, "I remember, that vacation when I blew my aunt up, I saw the two of them talking together, and it looked like they were in Date, I think, at Florin's Cold Drinks," he recalled briefly, "Yeah, Malfoy even gave a fake name at the time," and added.

I have to say that even after so long, this girl still left a deep enough impression on Harry's mind.

"Did he lie to her?" Ron became excited at this time, as if he could expose Malfoy and gain the girl's favor.

"Even so, I don't think she would like someone who stares at her like an idiot." Hermione said meanly, not knowing why.

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