Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 423: Retrieve

Malfoy leaned back and fell down, falling into Hermione's arms.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and a few crows occasionally flew over the sky, and the gloomy wind whizzed past.

Everything is similar to Pansy's dreams, but it is still different after all, without the terrifying laughter of Voldemort.

A girl ran desperately on the grass. Due to the rush, the white nurse cap on her head accidentally fell off, and her waist-length silver hair was gently swung down. She didn’t have time to take care of it. , While running, he squeezed his long hair to one side with his hand, tidyed it up, and tied it into a bundle of ponytails for walking.

This is Fleur Delacour. She has been helping patients on the front line.

Now she has reached the spot where Malfoy fell for the first time.

"Get out of the way!" She pushed Hermione away impatiently. For some reason, she saw the man injured inexplicably irritable, and the girl was driven aside and almost fell.

Malfoy was quickly laid flat on the grass by Fleur, and then she quickly opened his eyelids with her fingers, and his eyeballs were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

The girl then took his arm and touched his body with her magic wand.

"He was hit by a very serious coma spell and a petrification spell." Furong gave his own judgment.

"Is it hit by the Dark Lord just now?" She turned her head and asked Hermione.

Hermione's face turned pale in an instant, and Voldemort was not the culprit.

Furong then found that her palms felt a little moist. Her tall nose sniffed slightly and moved, and a faint **** smell rushed into her nasal cavity. Her sense of smell told her that the boy couldn’t stop suffering. This hurts.

Looking for the trail of the smell, she decisively tore off Malfoy's upper body clothes, and a white ribbon soaked with bright red blood came into her eyes.

"Which idiot bandaged him! There are so many mistakes! Do you want him to be disabled?" Furong said bitterly.

Simply speaking, the wizard's medical system is extremely effective for pure physical damage.

It's exaggerated, even if I break my hand, I can still connect it.

But when you encounter some problems, you are often at a loss.

For example, some magic curses and poisons.

Mad-Eye Moody’s blind eye was obviously caused by some curse and could not be restored, so he chose to embed it in the magic eye.

At this time, Furong's memory has not yet recovered, she is just looking at the problem from the perspective of medical staff. He blurted out, but because of this, he was merciless.

The last faint blood on Hermione's face disappeared completely.

She began to blame herself frantically.

If he is really disabled, or...?

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"It's really troublesome, there is snake venom."

"It's not more intoxicated. Good luck." She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Hermione's bandaging technique was average, the fresh white essence and Phoenix Tears were all genuine products.

Furong didn't notice Hermione's changing look on the side.

She called Hermione: "Let’s help put him on the stretcher and move it to a place. This is not a place for surgery." As she said, she untied the wrong bandage and watched the being taken. The affected part of Genie's bite.

The wound is bright red, not black, this is the only thing to be thankful for.

Hermione helped Fleur, and several other professors rushed over and sent Malfoy to the Hogwarts school hospital.

Enter the ward and start the long operation.

"What about Draco? What's wrong with him? Who can tell me." A girl in a Slytherin uniform robe with a prefect medal on her chest stumbled to the front of the ward, where she met everybody on the way. Asked, looking haggard.

She only learned from others that Draco was a hero, and the hero was badly injured.

"He's still undergoing surgery." Hermione squeezed Pansy's shoulder. "Be quiet, he will be fine." Comforting Pansy.

"You know what, don't you? You came back with him?" Pansy shook Hermione's shoulder as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

The battle just now took a turn for the better, with several changes. People who were not there were totally unimaginable. In a short period of time, there were so many reversals, and they couldn't be described clearly.

"I don't want to say." Hermione's tone was full of guilt. She turned her head and faced the stone wall. The memories that reverberated in her mind were the lost memories.

Pan Xi was sitting on the bench, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the farewell that day.

After class, Malfoy invited her to Mrs. Pattef’s Tea House. While she was sitting in a chair and dreaming about various romantic reasons, Malfoy showed her a showdown:

"I might be leaving again." Malfoy raised the teacup at the table and took a sip of tea.

"Where are you going? Where is the mysterious man?" Pansy stood up immediately and asked in a panic.

"I can only tell you this information, so that you have a mental preparation."

"When you grow up, I think you are someone who can keep secrets with me." Malfoy touched the girl's head lightly.

"Trust me, I will come back safely." Malfoy said calmly.

Then he left.

The farewell was a bit hurried, even a little bit dull, but that was the last time Pansy had seen Malfoy in his mind.

The girl didn't make any unreasonable actions to retain her, but chose to accept it.

Because she knows that the boy's character, it is better to let him concentrate on his own affairs.

"Is this what you said to come back safely?" The girl suddenly started choking, wiping her tears with her hands.

Suddenly a pair of cold hands were placed on her shoulders, gently stroking, comforting her.

"Draco will be fine." A faint smile hung at the corner of Luna's mouth, but her gray eyes still wore worry.

For the next few hours, every minute and every second was suffering. The two girls were afraid of hearing bad news. Only Luna seemed to be in a good mood, whistling to an unknown tune.

Pancey finally fell asleep leaning on Luna's shoulder, while Hermione looked numbly at the wooden door in front of her.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the three girls suddenly stood up and surrounded the Furong who had just left the house.

"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy asked anxiously.

"Keep it down." Furong didn't give them a good face, "I'm out of danger for the time being, but it still needs to be observed. If you make noise, his injury may get worse."

As soon as he said this, Pansy immediately covered his mouth.

After learning that he was not life-threatening, the girl's haggard face showed a faint smile when serving the dish, and tears seemed to accumulate in the corners of her dry eyes.

Hermione sat back in the chair in relief.

"Then he woke up?" Luna asked.

"No, I said, now the patient has to rest," Furong rubbed her shoulder tiredly.

During the operation, she was surprised at Draco's will countless times. With such a serious injury and the suppression of the spell, she was able to stand up against Voldemort, which is really amazing.

"It's not a little boy, I take back this comment." She silently thought of the words she had said before talking to her sister.

She walked quickly, throwing away the worried girls.

Just as she walked around the corner and tried to get some gauze, she seemed to hit something on her foot.

"Dobby greets you." A house elf raised his head, shaking his head and saying something to her.

"Master Draco has a letter for you and a bottle."

Furong took the envelope and bottle, her fingers involuntarily pinched the two objects, a pale yellow envelope was crumpled, as for the silvery white gas flowing in the bottle.

The envelope is written in black, straight handwriting—a letter to Miss Delacour. Seeing this line of text, Furong’s heart beats, and the dark purple fire lacquer seal is tightly affixed to the seal. There, Furong tried to tear apart, and then a slight burning sensation came from her fingertips.

If it wasn't for her to open it. The envelope will ignite spontaneously, swallowing the letter.

She began to read slowly.

The letter says:

To Miss Fleur Delacour,

I'm sorry. Actually, I see that your life is so peaceful and fulfilling now. I really don't want to be disturbed. It's like dropping a stone on a calm lake, making faint ripples, and then rolling up a storm.

But from the standpoint of a trustworthy custodian, your memory should still be returned.

Professor Dumbledore’s meditation basin should be borrowed for use. He is very generous, and this can directly bring your memory back to its original place.

Finally, I want to say.

It was a pleasant time during the adventure with you.

Even if you always trouble me.

—Draco, Malfoy.

The yellowed parchment in Furong's hand began to tremble, and her heart began to beat wildly.

She had always thought that a missing memory in her life seemed irrelevant to her life.

Don't worry about the regrets of the past, live in the present.

There is no need to be sentimental for the regrets of the past, to hurt the spring and the autumn.

But now, she suddenly felt that that memory might be extremely important to her.

"Meditation basin, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your meditation basin." Fleur found Dumbledore for the first time. The old man was lying on a sickbed in a nearby ward at this time, watching Author of the latest "Singing and Singing Devil".

"My office is on the eighth floor, and the password is sour soda."

"By the way, how is Draco's operation done?" the old man asked loudly behind the girl.

"It's perfect!" Furong said without looking back.

Then many people saw this girl untied her nurse's white hat, **** her long silver hair, and ran in the aisle. Soon, the ugly stone statue jumped away, and the girl entered the office and found meditation. Pots.

The meditation basin has played its role

Silver-white gas was floating in the basin. Furong took a deep breath and decisively buried her head in it.

The memory began to flash continuously, and it seemed to be faster to retrieve the memory than to read the memory of others. Soon, Furong raised her head, revealing her swan-like neck.

She was sluggish for a while, her azure blue eyes moist.

All the lost memories have returned to my mind.

Her slender, white fingers are clenched~IndoMTL.com~The heart hangs.

I always wanted to draw a line with him, but in the fight, I got so close at the last moment.

Fortunately, I didn't cause him any trouble.

Her heart fell again.

The memories of the past seem to be entangled somewhat with the memories of the present, like a little deer wrapped around in his arms, and like a mischievous little ball of yarn. Cat with paws.

It took a lot of effort to smooth it out, after clarifying my thoughts.

"Is he safe now?" Her first reaction was to rush to the boy who was lying on the hospital bed to reconfirm his physical condition.

Even though she was operating the entire operation itself, she knew her injuries well.

At this time, her slender legs had already started to run again impatiently.