Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At the moment when there was no more space between Furong's and Pansy's four lips, the cool and soft touch only stayed on Furong's lips for a moment, and the rescued girl suddenly opened her eyes, and then looked in shock. Facing what was happening in front of him, he began to struggle, trying to push Furong away.

"Wake up so fast, are you so shy?" Furong smiled proudly at this time, as if she felt that teasing this girl who was close to Malfoy gave her a lot of satisfaction.

Just as Pansy was about to speak, Furong stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek, preventing Pansy from speaking: "Wait quietly, don't talk, I don't care what you think." Furong waved her wand and gave it to Pansy. A bubble was also put on his head, and he turned around and said sarcastically, "Just wait for your dawdling warrior to come and save you safely."

Just when she was about to swim and turn around to find her sister, a casual glance from the corner of her eyes made her face suddenly become extremely wonderful.

"Why is there another person, still a boy?" Fleur groaned in pain, only now she saw that there was another person behind the stone pillar, none other than Ron Weasley.

Furong felt nauseous just by looking at the freckles on his face.

Now, the cost of saving people has suddenly increased. If she wants to repeat the behavior just now to this boy, it will be no less than torture to her.

"Thank God, goodbye." Furong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, because she suddenly saw two parallel figures appearing in the lake not far away, rushing towards this side at high speed.

"Gabriel, it's time for us to go." Furong quickly rushed to Gabriel, hugged her, and started the journey back. Her sister was very light, which made Furong's return speed extremely fast.

The light of the sun penetrated the lake, and the road ahead gradually became clear. Along the direction of the light, Furong deftly avoided many obstacles, and finally surfaced with Gabrielle. ”, and it broke at the same time.

Their long silver hair was draped wetly to their waists.

"The first warrior who successfully rescued the hostage was Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons!" Bagman said tremblingly, every word he said seemed to be a torment for him. His heart was bleeding, but he had to go on and on, even showing an excited expression.

"Nice job! Fleur!" Madame Maxime immediately stood up from her chair, laughed heartily, and clapped her large palms.

In the process, the chair almost overturned.

It shocked Karkaroff on the side.

"It's a pity that even though she was the first warrior to return to shore, she still took 1 minute longer than the prescribed time." Bagman continued to explain calmly.

"Sorry, sister." Gabriel buried her head and said with some remorse. If she hadn't begged her sister to save others, her sister might have achieved better results.

"This is what I want, not to mention we are number one, right?" Furong bent down, kissed Gabriel's clean forehead, chuckled lightly, and said comfortingly.

Gabriel sniffed, then coughed a few times.

"Go to a warm place and stay." Furong urged.

Then the two came to Madam Pomfrey, who brought them two thick blankets and ordered them to put them on.

"Next to the shore are Victor Krum and Mr. Potter! They also returned to shore with the rescued hostages!"

"She really likes you so badly." Furong put on a blanket at this time, walked to the shore and said mockingly to Malfoy, she never imagined that this boy was too lazy to go into the water, maybe it really was He was blind, and there were boos from the audience.

"She will come up herself." Malfoy said a word at this time, staring at the water, waiting silently.

Several referees in the referee bench began to discuss. It is really rare to encounter such a situation. Mrs. Maxim looked at Malfoy standing on the shore with contempt, and Karkaroff just sneered.

He sarcastically said: "It seems that the students at Hogwarts have a problem with swimming." He really didn't think that a mere black lake could stun this student. Maybe he was really bad at water-related projects. ?

After all, even he had to admit Malfoy's superior performance in the last project, but he didn't expect the second project to be so unbearable.

"I think I only realized now that we must have made a big mistake," Dumbledore murmured, pushing his half-moon lenses, the blue eyes flickering under the lenses.

"Maybe, if you don't save the hostages, maybe you will really drown, which is a big mistake." Karkaroff reminded, as if this would give him an advantage.

"No, he'll be up soon," Dumbledore said firmly.

"It's unreasonable." Karkaroff shook his head and said angrily.

Dumbledore came to the water's edge and was in close conversation with the particularly brutish, vicious merfolk who looked like a leader. Dumbledore made that screeching noise that a merman makes on the water, and apparently he could speak merman's words too. Finally, he straightened up, turned to the other referees, and said, "Let's have a meeting before scoring."

Sure enough, Pansy finally emerged from the lake, apparently swimming back by herself.

"Uh..." Bagman was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing what words to use to explain.

"Well, the last hostage has also escaped danger and returned to the shore." He could only say so dryly, and at the same time, Malfoy on the shore immediately rushed to Pansy's side and looked at him with concern.

"Are you all right?" Malfoy asked concernedly, clutching at Pansy's robe.

"Of course." Pansy nodded lightly.

"It's ridiculous." Fleur looked at Malfoy sneeringly, and was extremely disgusted with his fake behavior.

"Drink this, kid." Madam Pomfrey grabbed Pansy, then forced her to sit on a chair, covered her with a blanket, and handed her a steaming cup The medicine, and then stared straight at her, as if she would force it into her mouth if she didn't drink it.

"Thank you." Pansy said helplessly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have finally made a decision. Mermaid leader Mercus told us exactly what happened under the lake, and we decided to rate the warriors as follows on the basis of a perfect score of 50... "Just as Bagman was about to start explaining, a mid-air but majestic voice interjected.

"Before that, I think Miss Parkinson should do something to show her identity, right? Or, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore looked at Pansy who was sitting beside Madam Pomfrey, and said in a surprising voice .