Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 243: The third project

February 24th was the day when the second event of the Triwizard Tournament began. The sky was slightly dark, and the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, occasionally revealing a few gleams of light.

On the day of the game, Malfoy came to the venue early, his face under the light blonde short hair was pale, and he looked around from time to time, which made him feel restless. He saw the people who surrounded the fire dragon field last November. The seats, lined up on the other side of the lake, are still empty now, reflecting in the lake below. There are also a few chairs on another table with a golden yellow tablecloth beside the water. , Maybe for the referee.

Furong wore a silver and noble robe, and walked over lightly, and Mrs. Maxim was walking with her. They were one of the first few people to come, and Furong's face was full of confidence. Her smile appeared radiant, and it seemed that she still didn't know that her sister was locked at the bottom of the lake, otherwise it would certainly not be such a comfortable expression.

Of course, the happy smile on her face disappeared immediately after seeing Malfoy, and her expression immediately faded, then she took two steps back, leaned against Mrs. Maxim’s seat, and turned her head away. , Looked at the bottomless black lake and started a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

And Malfoy didn't seem to react at all to her performance. He still looked into the bottomless and invisible black lake, which made Fleur feel offended.

As time went on, the number of people in the stands began to increase, Krum and Demstrang’s principal Karkaroff also slowly walked to the table, and the latter found a chair. Sit down, crossed his fingers on the tablecloth, and looked at the Black Lake impatiently.

"This kind of small pond is far worse than the big lake on our Durmstrang campus, isn't it? Wiktor?" Karkaroff suddenly spoke out loud and deliberately, asking beside him Krum waiting for the game to start.

"Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Headmaster." Krum looked at his headmaster with a bit of discomfort. He was still worried about what happened before. He wanted to introduce Hermione to Hermione at the prom Some information about Durmstrang was interrupted rudely by Karkaroff. The reason was that he had leaked the school’s secrets. Now it was replaced by him, but he did not care and began to leak these. Intelligence.

But out of politeness, he also hypocritically responded a few times.

Ludo Bagman also walked steadily. He was wearing a neat black suit and an elegant tie, and the expression on his face was a little exciting. If anyone knows some knowledge about clothing, he You will find that the clothes on his body are quite expensive, and they use some fairly high-level clothing materials.

Mr. Crouch did not come. He was absent again due to illness and again sent his assistant, Percy Weasley, to replace him to perform the duties and powers of the referee.

I saw the only "official fan" among the Weasley family. At this time, he strutting, strutting, and slowly walking to the referee's stand, facing the audience in the surrounding auditorium along the way. Waking up frequently and nodding his head, he seemed to be more proud than Mr. Crouch himself.

Finally, Dumbledore also appeared in the referee's bench with a smile.

"If there is no objection, can we start the game?" Bagman hurriedly glanced at everyone, then looked at the watch in his hand, the three needles on it happened to coincide-the game It's time to start.

"I don't mind, after all, one less person is good for us." Furong sneered at this time, and Bagman reacted. He counted the number of people again before realizing that there was a warrior who was paying. Did not show up.

"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" He looked around and shouted loudly, "Does anyone know where this warrior is now?"

Coincidentally, not far in front of them, a breathless boy ran over.

"I...I'm coming..." Harry said breathlessly, slipping in the mud, and stopped walking, but accidentally splashed Furong's robe. , Furong looked at the brown mud on her robe with some irritation, and took a few steps back, her face unhappy.

"Sorry." Harry panted and apologized to Fleur.

"Where have you been?" a domineering voice asked Harry dissatisfiedly, "The game is about to begin!"

The owner of this voice is no one else, but Ron's brother Percy, who has now fully exercised the power of refereeing.

Harry really wants to say that he is more urgent than this man and hopes to participate in the game as soon as possible. He feels that Percy, as a brother, cares about Ron even less than his outsider.

Of course, he didn't know if the referee knew about the hostages, but subconsciously guessed that they might know.

"He's not late again, is he?" Bagman started to make a round, smiling, speaking in his characteristic magnetic voice.

Percy had to give up, but she couldn't help feeling a little proud, as if proclaiming that his opinions could no longer be ignored by others, which allowed him to further taste the wonderful taste of power.

Respected, no one can ignore his speech, which strengthened his determination to continue this path.

"Well, everyone, now is the time. Please line up the warriors on the shore, about ten feet apart." Bagman said to the four warriors.

Then he turned back to the referee table. Pointing his wand to his throat, as he did in the Quidditch World Cup, he said: "The voice is loud!" So his voice was like thunder, passing across the dark lake to the stands.

Krum was wearing swimming trunks at this time~IndoMTL.com~ showing a strong upper body. The years of Quidditch competitions made him look very strong. Many girls in the audience stared. , Staring at his tendons without any taboo.

The gaze of the other half of the group on the seat is looking at Furong. The tight swimsuit originally wrapped in the loose robe is now displayed, outlining the slender and beautiful figure.

Harry also changed into a pair of ordinary swimming trunks, which seemed to be holding something in his hand.

No one seems to have noticed that Malfoy is still in that pure black robe, and he has not changed a suit suitable for diving.

"Listen, everyone, our warriors are in their positions. As soon as I blow the whistle, the second project will begin. They have a full hour to recapture what they have stolen. I count to three. One ...Two...three!" Bagman's voice resounded through the audience.

The sharp whistle echoed in the cold, still air. A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

The game has officially started.