Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 213: Furong’s invitation

The days that followed were as ordinary as usual. They couldn’t be more ordinary. The students were taking boring or exciting courses, while the warriors were waiting for the first one in the process. The arrival of the project.

It is worth mentioning that in the first defense against the Dark Arts class after Pansy came back, Professor Moody almost had a conflict with her, because the "sensitive" defense against the Dark Arts teacher thought Pansy His walking posture is to deliberately imitate him and laugh at his lame leg.

Fortunately, Malfoy quickly explained why.

After the "misunderstanding" was clarified, Moody said: "The dark wizard does not care whether you are fighting with injuries. They are not gentlemen. I hope this lady can persist in 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 with a physical problem, not to mention that you are still a girl." Moody coughed slightly, as if thinking about opportunities in Pansy.

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

So Pansy decided to stick to it, try not to get special treatment, fight against certain spells, and not very demanding on the health of the body. After all, the part of the wand is not his own leg.

"Not bad willpower, there is a lot to do in the future." Moody then said admiringly, and then winked at Malfoy out of Pansy's eyes. Seeing his mouth, it seemed that he was talking about "girlfriend". Words like that.

Malfoy only thinks that this guy may have stayed in Azkaban for a long time, and his psychology has become repressed and distorted under the pressure, and at Hogwarts he has to imitate an already neurotic Auror to take advantage of this Time to vent their original emotions unscrupulously.

Besides, when the man was giving lectures, he dragged his dead leg from time to time, wandering around Malfoy’s desk, and then "unintentionally" using his cane in Malfoy. A few traces were left on Fu's desk.

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

Day after day, time flies extremely fast.

One afternoon, the low bell of Hogwarts rang as usual. Professor McGonagall, after finishing the homework of the transformation class, announced the end of get out of class, and many students filed out of the classroom.

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

"I have something to tell you, as a Warrior of Boothbatten." Fleur stretched out his wand at this time, blocking the two of them, and said to Malfoy.

She didn’t wear any special clothes today, just Busbarton’s ordinary school uniform. Even so, the clothes woven from delicate silk, the knitted blue lining collar, and an appropriate light blue canvas hat, It still brings out Furong's elegant and calm temperament, coupled with her light smile, enough to make people stay back and linger.

"I want to go too." Pansy said quickly.

"This is a discussion among the warriors." Furong 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 serious and decided to go, so he said to Pansy.

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

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

At this time, the two of them had already arrived at the lake and walked slowly around the lake. Since it was lunch time, there was no one around and seemed very silent. The only movement was accidental in the middle of the lake. The unknown birds that skipped the lake, the waves were set off on the calm lake, and the ripples spread out.

"Of course not. I just want to provide some clues to someone who may not know it, but obviously, the intelligence host that the guest knows must also know it. You can now think that I am passionate." Said helplessly at the time.

"Thank you for your kindness." Malfoy didn't know what to say. At least from now on, this girl has been showing goodwill to him. It seems that if she doesn't know the content of the game, she will still face herself. disclose.

"I don't know if I can go back alive." Fleur sighed, her mood suddenly sank, "Mrs. Maxim wished that I would win too much, and I want to win too, but I have no confidence." Life and death, at this time, she suddenly revealed a fragile side.

"Who would want to lose?" Malfoy asked rhetorically.

"Yes, 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, Hogwarts and Boothbatten The score is 62 to 63. We are a bit worse. As long as we win this time, we will equalize."

"According to this calculation, Durmstrand should have never won once. It takes at least three hundred years to catch up again." Malfoy can only comfort her from this perspective.

Furong heard the words and suddenly laughed, and the haze between her brows was swept away. Under her delicate face, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her blue eyes were slightly narrowed because of her smile, and she looked bright for a while. , It's just that this brilliant smile was quickly restrained by her.

"I didn't pay attention to Durmstrang's results. They are really pitiful when I think about it." Fleur tried not to make herself appear gloating, because according to this calculation, the 700-year-old Triwizard Tournament, Counting the points of the two schools, Durmstrang really never won.

""But even so..." Fleur sighed again, her frowning look particularly pitiful, "Now even we have to admit that Hogwarts' development in Dumbledore It seems quite fast below~IndoMTL.com~ Our principal wants to pass this game to pull your principal off the altar. "

"Competitive women are terrible," Malfoy said heartily.

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

"Looking on this way to dampen his reputation, I might as well ask Rita Skeeter to write the book "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" in advance, maybe it will be immediate." But Malfoy held the words in his heart.

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

"With your auspicious words, I also wish you a good result!" Furong said heartily, she couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

In this school, either the boy who coveted her beauty, or the girl who was jealous of her, such ordinary conversation made her very relaxed.

Maybe they can start with friends first?

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

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

"What newspaper?" Malfoy was a little strange.

"Oh, nothing, goodbye." The expression on Furong's face suddenly became cold, and then immediately turned around and walked away.

"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 when Fleur's back was about to disappear from where he could see.

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

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