Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"It's hard work, how about a cup of black tea?" Mrs. Maxim gently raised the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the cup.

"Thank you." Furong gently took over the porcelain cup with the rose pattern. The steaming tea in it was steaming. She took a sip. The fragrance of black tea flowed through her teeth, making her tired. get relief.

"Why are you here?" Then she put down the teacup and suddenly asked her principal.

She has been dealing with the transfer of these patients just now, and she has no time to ask.

Madame Maxime's broad face showed the same bewildered expression.

"Didn't you call me here, Furong?"

"Me? How could it be?" Her delicate face also showed a puzzled look, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Madame Maxime quickly drew a letter from her wide cuff.

"Look, I was surprised when the owl was delivered. I remember you didn't need an owl."

She held up the envelope, the red paint was torn.

Juanxiu's handwriting can be seen vaguely above.

I didn't write it, Fleur said in surprise, but it was clearly her handwriting.

Under the faint candlelight, the text on the envelope was faintly visible.

Just as the letter was taken out of the envelope, a spark suddenly spread from the middle.

"What's going on?" Furong was taken aback and threw the letter out of her hand.

Then the sparks spread rapidly, and the whole piece of paper was dyed in ashes in mid-air, and the ashes scattered on the table.

"Whirlwind sweeps away!" Furong knocked on the table, and the ashes quickly fell into the trash can outside the door in an orderly manner.

There are sick people here and it is necessary to keep it clean.

After doing this step.

The two looked at each other.

"Did you remember wrong?"

"I have a good memory...I still remember my breakfast of honey tea and macarons before the weekend two weeks ago,

The patient I received the day before yesterday was stung by a poisonous scorpion..."

Furong panicked for a while, trying to prove herself as much as possible.

"What did the letter say?" she demanded.

"Ask me for help, just like I did today."

"But the results look good, the hospital is indeed under surveillance."

"You said that the Dark Lord's next target might be St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, please ask me to help you." Madame Maxime's heavy voice was very low.

Furong's expression was immediately strange.

She did think so, but she didn't take action.

"Then where are we going?" Furong asked suddenly.

"The suggestion in the letter is Hogwarts. You know, I have already crossed the border. There is no legitimate reason and formal procedures. After sending you there, I have to go back to France as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause international disputes."

"This is also the safest choice at the moment. It's what "you" told me in the letter."

"Whether it's true or not, I think it's a good choice."

"Are you going back with me? Your parents and sister miss you very much."

"It might take some time."

"I think so too." Madame Maxime nodded and looked around the surrounding patients.

Furong pulled away from her memory and looked at the mottled round stone pillars on the left and right of the corridor in front of her. What I have to say is that it is very wonderful.

Thinking back on it, I went to Hogwarts inexplicably, and I still lamented the impermanence of life.

Occasionally rest, when I am bored, I will think about the boy who "kidnapped" her. I heard that he is a few years younger than her.

What a shame.

Are you so useless? They will also be subdued by lower school students.

Amnesia, there is no emotion.

Of course, this is what she thinks, and it is said that she still competes here?

Furong shook her head, still not impressed.

But it's not bad to be able to visit the scenery here again as a first-time visitor.

But wait until the work is done.

After relieving his sleepiness, he stood up again and walked to another ward.

Just when she started working again, the initiator of everything was also pestered to ask some troublesome questions.

In Slytherin's lounge, Pansy suddenly put down the magazine in her hand, stared at the boy in front of her with her curious eyes, and finally asked:

"Draco, aren't you going to see the lady hostage you once kidnapped? He's in the school hospital right now."

She uncharacteristically encouraged Malfoy to approach other girls.

But no matter how I look at it, I don't want to be an act of kindness.

"She doesn't even remember it. It's unnecessary. I don't want to be treated as a poor approacher." Malfoy said seemingly plainly, his eyes not taking his eyes off the book.

Of course, the heart is not as peaceful as it appears.

To be surprised, he was no less surprised than any Hogwarts student.

The once pampered, arrogant eldest lady pulled down to take care of the patient, which was indeed shocking.

His original three letters, one was sent to Mrs. Maxime in Beauxbatons, thousands of miles away.

One was sent to Professor McGonagall as a docking.

Another was sent to Gringotts to remind them.

But it appears that the latter did not take his advice.

After much deliberation, Voldemort's possible future targets are no more than these two locations.

And the former, it is not completely according to his ideas.

His idea was that after delivering the patient with the help of the rune horse, Furong went back with Madame Maxime on the way, but he did not expect to stay in this capacity.

Pansy was a little disappointed when she heard the words. She also wanted to see if the girl had really forgotten everything.

"Although I don't really want to see her, you did give me a chance."

"What?" Pansy suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's time for your foot to be reviewed? Isn't it?" Malfoy said with a shrug, staring at the girl's calf.

The wards at Hogwarts are a bit crowded these days, and even with the expansion, there are more people.

"Miss Parkinson, you are recovering quite well." Augustus' voice came from the ward.

Just when Furong was about to change a patient's bandages, she heard the chatter in the ward and pushed the door in.

The student surnamed Malfoy was half-leaning against the wall, and after looking at Fleur, he was surprised for a moment, and then disappeared in a flash.

The strange thing is that when she saw that somewhat thin and pale face, there was an inexplicable feeling of guilt in her heart.

Make her feel like she's hallucinating?

Guilt can't be expressed in her.

Did this student use some kind of empathic magic on her?

After silently looking at each other, Furong acted as if nothing had happened, changed the gauze for a patient, and left the ward decisively.

Looking for something to say, she is not in the mood, or because she has forgotten, she has no desire for revenge at all.

If she really remembered, maybe she would have asked carefully.

Malfoy didn't have any unnecessary entanglements. He was sentimental, entangled in emotions, not his character. All of this was Fleur's choice, and of course he respected it.

"It's all right." Malfoy's eyes met the girl's, who was most concerned about Pansy's injury now.

"Of course." Pansy smiled briskly, jumped a few times on the floor, indicating that she had fully recovered, and shook her arms gently.

"That's good." Malfoy nodded, a rare smile on his face.