Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Afterwards, Malfoy took the Lucius couple to visit the various parts of the Hogwarts castle, while Lucius was passing the corridor. From time to time, I criticize the aesthetics of some statues, and I seem to be dissatisfied. As for lunch, when a few people came to the auditorium to sit down, Narcissa just poked the lamb chops on the plate in front of her with a knife and fork. stopped eating.

"The food here is really bad." She said in disgust, her slender eyebrows raised. "Draco must have suffered here." She looked at her son sympathetically, and Malfoy felt this The sight, I feel quite uncomfortable.

He felt that it was quite good, and the cooking level of house-elf was actually quite guaranteed.

"Aunt Narcissa, I think it's actually not bad." Pansy said in a sideways voice.

"By the way, I have to endure eating with a group of poor ghosts. This is really a sin." Narcissa glanced at Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting with Harry Ron at the long Gryffindor table at this time. , shook his head in disgust.

To her, the Weasleys, who were so close to Muggles, were a disgrace to pure-blood wizards and should be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"Dumbledore may think that his so-called "equal treatment" can reflect his fraternity." Lucius said sarcastically, rubbing his silver snake-headed cane.

Fortunately, the distance between them was still far enough that Mrs. Weasley could not hear them, otherwise there would have been another quarrel.

"Mom and Dad, I want to go to the library in the afternoon, check the materials, and prepare for today's third project." Malfoy pushed the plate back and said slowly.

"How about I take Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa to the VIP lounge." Pansy volunteered, said briskly, and gave Malfoy a quick wink.

"Then we can't disturb you." Narcissa said in a shrill voice with a regretful expression, and then she actively urged Lucius to leave, not to disturb their son's preparation for the game.

After the lunch was over, Malfoy said goodbye to his parents Pansy briefly at the entrance of the auditorium, and then he walked quickly to the library, but he didn't really look up the so-called third project-related materials as he said.

He just unconsciously passed one bookshelf after another, and with the help of the faint warm sunlight passing through the glass window, he casually flipped through the books on it, glanced at it, as if there were ten lines in one glance, and then put them down very quickly.

He is using a lot of unconscious access to information to soothe his nervous emotions,

Because he was worried about whether his plan would be successful.

In fact, Malfoy's heart was not always as stable as his outward appearance, a faint sense of unease always lingered in his heart, lingering, and even made him anxious, but could not express it.

The development of the current situation is still under control for the time being, and it is even better than I expected. Compared with the original trajectory, it is roughly the same, but it has undergone a very different shift.

Malfoy sighed slightly, put a book back on the bookshelf, rubbed his temples, then closed his eyes, found a shady place at random, leaned on a nearby bookshelf, and began to take a nap, nourishing his essence. Accumulated, quietly waiting for the arrival of the deadline for the third project.

In the "pure" third competition, he will only play a supporting role.

Time passed slowly, and then the sun set in the west, and the light from the sun turned an intoxicating orange-yellow color at this time.

When it was time for dinner, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

The dinner was richer than usual. Many students had a big appetite at this time and enjoyed the dinner, and Harry, who was sitting at the long table, was a little uneasy. He found that since the incident that Krum was attacked, Mu Dee was no longer as close to him as he had always been, and never reminded him of the third project.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I'm going to invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now invite the Warriors and Mr. Bagman to the field." He pinched With his long silver-white beard, he said in a strong voice.

Malfoy stood up from his seat, Pansy looked at him silently worriedly, she had said many times about cheering, and the last project, she guessed, would be much more difficult than she imagined.

"Don't worry, it's alright." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, reassuringly, and followed Bagman toward the playing field.

Four warriors walk into the Quidditch pitch, which has become completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot high hedge surrounded the edge of the field. There was a gap in front of them, and that was the entrance to this big labyrinth. The passage inside is dark and a little scary.

Five minutes later, the crowd began to pour into the stands. Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and cluttered footsteps. The sky was a clear dark blue now, the stars began to appear, and Professor Moody, McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the field, toward Bagman and the warriors. Their hats were adorned with bright red stars.

"We will patrol the outside of the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, shoot red sparks into the sky, and we will have someone to help you. Do you understand?"

At the level of a professor at Hogwarts, it is still enough to deal with most unexpected situations.

The four warriors nodded together at this time.

"Okay, let's go first!" Bagman said happily to the four patrol members.

Ladies and gentlemen, the final race of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score, Draco Malfoy - 87, Hogwarts! The applause and cheers startled the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

Malfoy looked at the stage from the center of the court and saw the Lucius couple smiling at him, and Pansy waved at him excitedly.

He nodded and gestured towards them with a smile.

"Flour Delacour - 2nd place, 86 points, Beauxbatons!"

"Harry Potter - 3rd place, 85 points, Hogwarts!"

"Victor Klum - 85 points, tied for third, Durmstrang College!" Bagman's words continued, introducing the audience to the

The rest of the audience also politely gave their applause to the warriors behind.

Obviously, when Bagman read this, Karkaroff's face suddenly darkened, as if he was experiencing a great humiliation now.