Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Days go by and Christmas is coming.

Hogwarts teachers and students continue to show a desire to impress Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's guests, who seem determined to bring out the best in the castle this Christmas. The school was decorated with lights and lanterns in advance. The handrails of the marble stairs were covered with icicles that never melted, and the twelve Christmas trees that were customary in the auditorium were now decorated with all sorts of knickknacks, from glittering hollies, To the live golden owl who chirped. The armors were enchanted to sing Christmas carols whenever someone passed by. It's hilarious to hear an empty helmet sing "Oh, come on, you godly people." The armor only knew half of the lyrics, and Filch the janitor had to pull Peeves out of the armor several times because Peeves was hiding inside and he made up some of the lyrics when the armor couldn't sing. Fill it in, it's all very rude words.

At the same time, in the next few days, Malfoy found that as long as he went to a certain place, whether it was the auditorium restaurant, the library, or a normal class, the girls nearby would spontaneously run away and hide away. , with a look of fear on his face, lest he can't avoid it.

Malfoy guessed that it was the consequence of Pansy's previous vicious words. One by ten, one by one, the girls who were "rejected" might not feel guilty in the process of confiding in their girlfriends. Demonize yourself.

After all, it is normal for rumors to go out of shape in the process of spreading.

"I don't know if I'm the rumored super playboy now? Or a discerning connoisseur with boundless eyes?" Malfoy thought, showing a helpless smile.

Of course, these had little effect on him. To a certain extent, Pansy might have really done a good thing, allowing him to avoid dealing with more girls, avoiding a lot of trouble and saving a lot of time.

Now he was eating lunch quietly in the auditorium. Apart from a few male students in dark green Slytherin robes, the only girl was Pansy who dared to sit beside him.

"It's really hard to live alone." Malfoy put the knife and fork back on the plate at this time, he finished his meal, then looked at Pansy, sighed, and pretended to be sorry, ready to make fun she.

Pansy quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his knife and fork as well, buried his head in embarrassment, and whispered, "I'll find a dance partner for you, I promise!", and added in his heart : "Except for that vixen."

"Except for that vixen." Pansy whispered, and then was shocked to realize that she had actually said what was in her heart, her eyes suddenly widened, and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

"Vixen?" Malfoy frowned.

"It's not a good habit to give other people nicknames." His slender fingers clasped the dining table lightly, making a dull sound of dissatisfaction.

"She... She is your opponent. If she invites you, she will definitely ask you for some information. If you are not determined, after being seduced by her beauty, you will definitely help her. She's so beautiful, maybe you..." Pansy stammered in front of her, but she spoke more smoothly afterward, becoming more plausible.

"Sure enough." Malfoy thought, except for Fleur, no one of the girls at Hogwarts was "qualified" to accept this nickname.

"It's not a good habit to arrange other people behind your back, Miss Parkinson." Behind Pansy, a clear and sweet female voice like a hibiscus silver bell suddenly came, but there was a slight sense of displeasure in her tone.

Pansy turned around and saw Furong standing behind her chair, her azure blue eyes squinting at her in disdain, wearing a violet wizard's robe and a pair of burgundy lace mesh high heels to make her feel comfortable. Her figure was even taller, and her long silver hair was draped around her shoulders. Pansy suspected she looked half a head taller than Malfoy now.

"I believe that the competition between us will be quite fair, and according to you, do the warriors of Hogwarts already know the content of the next project in advance?" Fleur looked aggressive.

"In addition, I have also heard some incomprehensible rumors, which must have come from your mouth." Fleur turned her attention to Malfoy at this time, and said, "I think based on what I know about this warrior, he should It's impossible to say those "vicious" words."

"I wonder if Mr. Malfoy will accept my invitation?"

Malfoy raised his head and looked at Fleur at this time, and Fleur's azure blue eyes seemed to have magic power at this time, making people unable to help fall into them.

"I..." As soon as Malfoy was about to respond, he was startled that a soft and seductive voice kept echoing in his heart, as if the siren, the siren, was constantly attracting sailors passing by on the sea.

"Promise her, promise her, promise her..."

At this time, Furong was also a little uneasy in her heart, far from being so calm on her face.

Fleur had waited many days before, thinking that she had to be reserved as a woman, waiting for Malfoy to invite her to the ball, but after a few days, she was disappointed that Malfoy did not come to invite her.

So she decided to take the initiative. She has lived for many years in France, a symbol of passion, but she has no such pedantic concept at all. It is a frivolous idea for a girl to invite a male partner. This should be a prejudice many years ago.

Of course, she also inquired around, the girl she saw in the infirmary that day was not Malfoy's girlfriend, otherwise, with her self-esteem, even if she had a good impression of him, she would not be able to do this kind of behavior.

However, it seemed that it was difficult to pass the girl's level, so she decided to use some small tricks.

Looking at Malfoy's eyes a little blurry, Pansy immediately became anxious, and her head was thinking quickly.

"Draco has a partner!" Pansy said.

"Who is it? Don't say it's you, I've never heard of a cripple dancing on the dance floor." Fleur sneered, still staring at Malfoy, waiting for his answer.

"It's her." Pansy stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction of the auditorium door.

At this time, Hermione just opened the door, walked in from the door, and saw that the warrior from Beauxbatons was staring at her, not knowing what happened.