Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The days that followed were as normal as ever, and could not have been more uneventful, with students taking boring or exciting courses, while the warriors waited quietly for the first project in the process. .

It is worth mentioning that in Pansy's first Defence Against the Dark Arts class after her return, Professor Moody almost had a conflict with her because the "sensitive" Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher thought Pansy's walking posture It was deliberately imitating him, laughing at his lame leg.

Fortunately, Malfoy was quick to explain why.

After the "misunderstanding" was clarified, Moody said: "Dark wizards don't care whether you are fighting with an injury or not. They are not gentlemen. I hope this young lady can stick to the class and not be absent because of her injury."

"Of course, this is your own choice. After all, it is normal to ask for leave if you have physical problems, not to mention that you are still a girl." Moody coughed a few times, as if he had an opportunity to think in Pansy.

"What happened to the girl?" Pansy said angrily.

So Pansy decided to stick to it, try not to get special treatment, fight against certain spells, and the requirements for the health of the body are not very high, after all, the part where the wand is waving is not his own leg.

"Not bad willpower, great for the future," Moody said admiringly, then winked at Malfoy where Pansy couldn't see, looking at the shape of his mouth, as if he was talking about "girlfriend" or something word.

Malfoy only thinks that this guy may have been in Azkaban for a long time, and his psychology has become depressed and distorted under strong pressure, and he has to imitate an already neurotic Auror at Hogwarts, so he will take advantage of this time to vent unscrupulously. own emotions.

In addition, when the man was lecturing, he would drag his broken leg from time to time, wandering around Malfoy's desk, and then "unintentionally" used his cane in Malfoy's class. There are some traces left on the table.

Look carefully - you can see that the scratches embedded in the wooden table are composed of the spelling of the word "fire dragon".

Day after day, time flies by so fast.

One afternoon, the low Hogwarts bell rang as usual, Professor McGonagall, after assigning the Transfiguration homework, announced that the get out of class was over, and many students filed out of the classroom.

Just as Malfoy and Pansy were about to step out of the threshold, a silver bell-like female voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"I have something I want to say to you, as a Beauxbatons warrior." Fleur stretched out her wand at this time, stood in front of the two, and said to Malfoy.

She didn't wear anything special today, just Beauxbatons' usual school uniform. Even so, the delicate silk woven, the knitted blue collar, and the appropriate light blue canvas cap still set off the Furong's elegant and calm temperament, coupled with her light smile, is enough to make people stop and linger.

"I'm going too." Pansy said quickly.

"This is a discussion among the warriors." Fleur immediately rejected Pansy's request.

"I'll be back soon, just wait for me in the classroom, I promise." Malfoy felt that Fleur's invitation was very serious this time, and decided to go to the appointment, so he said to Pansy.

"Looking at how relaxed you are, you must already know how to deal with "it", right?" Furong asked first.

"I don't deny it." Malfoy nodded lightly. "Do you want to ask for information?" he asked. At the same time, he stopped in his footsteps.

At this time, the two had come to the lake and walked slowly around the lake. Since it was lunch time, there was no one around, and it seemed very quiet. The only movement was that the center of the lake accidentally skipped the lake surface. The unidentified birds, the waves set off on the calm lake, the ripples spread out in circles.

"Of course not, I just want to provide some clues to someone who may not know it, but obviously, the information host who is known to the guests must also know it. You can now think that I am self-indulgent.

"Furong said helplessly at this time.

"Thank you for your kindness." Malfoy didn't know what to say, at least from now on, the girl had been courting him, and it seemed that if she didn't know the content of the game, she would reveal it to herself.

"I don't know if I can go back alive." Furong sighed, her emotions suddenly sank, "Mrs. Maxim hopes that I will win, and I want to win too, but I have no confidence." Facing life and death, this At that time, she suddenly showed a vulnerable side.

"Who wants to lose?" Malfoy asked.

"Yeah, no one wants to lose." Fleur said, "It's just that she desperately hopes to beat Hogwarts once in this game. According to the history of the former Goblet of Fire, the score between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons is 62 to 63, we're a little behind, as long as we win this time we'll tie,"

"According to this calculation, Durmstrang should have never won once. If he wants to catch up again, it will take at least three hundred years." Malfoy can only comfort her from this angle.

When Furong heard this, she suddenly burst out laughing, the haze between her brows was swept away, the corners of her mouth raised slightly under her delicate face, her azure blue eyes narrowed slightly because of the smile, and the person who seemed bright for a while was just this one. The bright smile was quickly restrained by her.

"I didn't pay attention to Durmstrang's grades. They are really pitiful when I think about it." Furong tried not to make herself seem gloating, because according to this calculation, the 700-year-old Triwizard Tournament has put two schools together. Counting the points, Durmstrang really never won once.

""But even so..." Fleur sighed again, and the low frown was particularly pitiful, "Now even we have to admit that Hogwarts has become a little bit more under the development of Dumbledore. Quite quickly, our principal wants to bring your principal down from the altar through this game. "

"Competitive women are scary," Malfoy said.

"He is just an ordinary old man. If he is not a god, how can he come to the altar?" He shook his head.

"It's better to ask Rita Skeeter to write the book "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" in advance, and maybe it will be immediate." It's just that Malfoy Hold this sentence in my heart.

"Don't worry, the protective measures at Hogwarts are very complete, you have to believe in your own strength." Malfoy could only comfort him in another way, and now this may be the only thing he can do.

"By your auspicious words, I also wish you good results!" Furong said sincerely, she couldn't help showing a smile, and suddenly she felt much more relaxed.

In this school, either the boys who coveted her beauty, or the girls who were jealous of her, such a common conversation made her very relaxed.

Maybe the two of them can start as friends first?

Furong's thoughts were a little erratic, and then she suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, have you read the newspaper?" Furong asked suddenly, her face slightly red.

"What newspaper?" Malfoy asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing, goodbye." Furong's face suddenly became cold, and then she immediately turned around and left quickly.

"It's hard to guess." Malfoy shook his head, not knowing what offended her.

"I think it might be cold on the day of the game," Malfoy said softly, just as Fleur's back was about to disappear from his sight.

The girl's slender back suddenly stagnated, and then she continued to walk forward without looking back.

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