Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 273: Before the awards

"Furong, are you okay?" Mrs. Maxim looked at her student with concern, her face seemed very bad, there was no **** color, and the whole person seemed to be shaky, as if she would fall down at any time. .

"Are you sick?" she asked.

At the door of the carriage, a group of students from Busbarton are preparing to leave and follow their principal to participate in the awards ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament.

As one of the contestants, Fleur Delacour is impressively listed.

"My sister hasn't looked so good since last night." Gabriel added.

"I may have a cold, it's okay." Fleur patted Gabriel on the head and said softly.

"That's good." Mrs. Maxim still looked at Furong with some suspicion, and then Furong coughed a few "coincidentally" at this time, and Mrs. Maxim completely believed it.

Gabri looks at her sister with suspicion. Her sister cares about her most. If she knew she had a cold, she would definitely not sleep in the same bed with her last night, because it is very likely to be infected. .

At this time, Furong gave Gabriel an appropriate look. Even if the little girl wanted to say something, she could only stop her words.

"By the way, Furong, when you are waiting for the awards, remember to stay away from them as much as possible. If you encounter any unexpected events, you should hurry back." Madam Maxim whispered in Furong's ear.

"Okay, Mrs. Maxim." Fleur nodded, trying to hide her anomaly.

The award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament was set in the evening, and the setting sun had sunk below the horizon at this time. The faint golden and red intertwined brilliance scattered on the Hogwarts castle and all over the campus, looking peaceful Peaceful.

According to practice, all major ceremonies are held after dinner, and today is no exception.

"Draco, your appetite looks good today?" Pansy looked at Malfoy and said in surprise. She straightened up and took some food, threw it into her mouth, and chewed. .

"It's still very ordinary." Pansy frowned in confusion, and shook his head. "It's a little richer than usual," she said.

"Maybe I have a good appetite today." Malfoy smiled, then continued to hold the food from the plate.

"How did the final exam go?" the boy asked seemingly inadvertently.

"Not bad." Pansy tilted his head, lying on the table, and replied feebly, "I can't ask you to help me review, you have to work on your game, don't you?"

"Work hard next semester." Malfoy sighed softly, putting the empty dinner plate back on the long table in front of him a little bit reluctantly.

"Draco, you are a little weird today." Pansy noticed Malfoy's anomaly sensitively. "It always feels like you are a little weird." The girl moved closer, as if to look at him carefully. , See what is coming.

"I don't think the second place will be as happy as the first place, right?" Malfoy waved his hand, unobtrusively trying to change the subject.

"Not for this reason, I think you must be hiding something from me, just like before." Pansy turned her head away, and seemed a little angry.

"The fourth grade is about to end, don't you think of me as a kid anymore?" Pansy was a little frustrated, his face was a little sullen crimson because of the inner complaining activity.

"It's such a small temper, and I won't feel it for a while." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, his mind turned, and he glanced at the old man on the guest seat.

Suddenly Malfoy noticed that someone was looking at him.

It is Fleur Delacour. She and Mrs. Maxim are enjoying dinner elegantly at the long table specially set up for the guests. The dazzling silver hair is turned into a low bun, which looks simple and simple. elegant.

The charming eyes, but from time to time glanced back and forth at the Slytherin table.

Malfoy felt that his heart was beating suddenly and uncontrollably, not because of the throbbing caused by the ambiguous factors that people often imagine, but a kind of unsure of the future.

Malfoy glanced at Fleur without evasiveness, and the latter quickly moved his eyes away unnaturally.

The brief eye contact made him not get any other information. Except for the oolong "artificial respiration", the two did not have more intersections in the subsequent games. Both of them pretended to be something. It has never happened.

This may be the best way to deal with it, and everything else may just add embarrassment.

But no one will know how the goddess of fate, who loves pranks, will design some unexpected plots~IndoMTL.com~Professor Tenilauni in the teacher’s dining seat is making a prayer posture. The whole person shuddered crazily, and even caused the entire long table to shake. Professor McGonagall was displeased.

"Sybil, what are you doing again? It's dinner time." Professor McGonagall frowned, tapped his fingers on the long table, and asked with a slight disgust.

"Something big will happen tonight! Minerva!" Professor Tenilauni shook her head, folded her hands on her shoulders, and said in horror.

Her big glasses are hanging crookedly on the bridge of her nose at this time, and her hair looks messier than before. It seems that she didn’t eat anything, and she lost her appetite because of panic. .

"What major event, is it unknown? You will say this at least six days a week, but no day will come true. Or, do you think that a plate is broken or a knife and fork fall on the ground is an ominous thing? "Professor McGonagall is extremely dissatisfied, as long as he is at a table with this woman, he can't even eat cleanly.

"It's true this time, you have to believe me." Professor Tenilauni closed her hands and made an expression of expectation, looking at the teachers around him, as if trying to support her.

Snape glanced at her indifferently, and then cast his dark and deep gaze into the bowl of broth in front of him. It seemed that observing the bowl of broth was much more interesting than listening to Teniloni's alarmist words.

"Oh, are they fake in the past?" Professor McGonagall said coldly.

"Oh ha ha." There was a burst of jovial laughter on the long table. Flitwick, Sprout, and a few other professors couldn't hold back and laughed.

Professor Teniloni didn't feel embarrassed at all, but continued to repeat some prayers in a low voice. )!!