Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 392: The riots at the beginning of school
On the morning of the first day of the new semester, almost all the boys understood what Professor McGonagall’s warning meant yesterday.
One of the lucky few of them, in the morning, rubbed their eyes frantically with their hands, suspecting that they had hallucinations.
The Busbarton Warrior, Fleur Delacour, who appeared in the Triwizard Tournament, actually appeared in their school today?
Have breakfast with them in an auditorium?
In a corner of the long table, the Furong dining knife cuts the food in the silver plate elegantly and accurately, dinning alone, ignoring the hot gaze of these students, and usually leaving after the meal, as if nothing happened.
Leave only their endless daydreams.
She transferred? This is the first thought of many people.
Not right? They are all taught in the seven-year system. Boothbarton can participate in the Warriors of the Goblet of Fire, she can never repeat the grade?
In the fourth grade, she was already a seventh-grade graduate of Busbarton.
If only one person said that seeing her, it might be an illusion, but the collective hallucination is unrealistic. More than one student vowed to say that he saw Lotus in the auditorium.
That means truth.
Although her iconic long silver hair is coiled up and hidden in the white nurse's hat, her fascinating, magical blue eyes are still so moving, in white nurse clothing. It sets off her graceful figure and adds some dignified temperament.
The two temperaments of charm and holiness are intertwined, and there is a kind of magical power like poison.
She went to the auditorium very early today, but even so, a few boys saw it, which was enough to cause a sensation.
The news spread virally.
They soon learned that Furong was a medical staff at the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, taking care of those patients in the school hospital.
At lunch time, at the long Gryffindor table, Ron was chewing beef patties, while cutting the corbel in front of him with a knife and fork in his hand, he chatted endlessly.
"I really want to catch a cold now, so she might have to take care of me."
"You might have to saw off one leg first." Hermione said sarcastically.
"If you can pick it up, it's a good deal." Ron said without shame.
"Mrs. Weasley heard, maybe you really have to break your leg first."
But wishes are good.
To everyone's disappointment, she didn't show up at noon.
Because she seems to know that this will cause riots.
This is not the result she wanted, she just came here as a "nurse".
Seeing the patient's painful groan, I feel unexplainably uncomfortable.
Although it is hard, she also seems to really understand that there are some things in the world that are painful and happy.
As for those hot gazes, it may have been a process of boredom and enjoyment, but now it may be completely ignored.
"Mr. Moody, your injury is probably no longer a problem." Furong said formulaically.
At this moment, the ward smelled of disinfectant water.
Moody was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin cup, and wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown from UI. His face covered with scars was no longer hideous, but pale instead. Looks a little weak.
"If you rest for a while, you can participate in the operation."
It is said that the prosthetic leg was damaged. Of course, it is not the only injury, but it is lucky if it is not bitten.
Furong kept her gaze on the medical record in front of her, recording on it, and said to Moody.
"After that, it will be an operation problem." Furong nodded, and the quill pen used for recording was inserted into the pocket in front of her.
"Mr. Moody, what kind of material do you want to make a prosthetic? There are peach, apple, walnut, rosewood, etc., before you used elm, which has a higher hardness...." Furong stood In front of Moody's hospital bed, he asked skillfully.
"You figure it out." Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently, closing his eyes.
"Then choose elm, although it may be slightly harder, but you will be more comfortable with it. What do you think, sir."
"I'm professional in catching dark wizards and evil creatures, but in treating diseases, as doctors, you are professional. I don't like to intervene in areas that I'm not good at." Although it means trust, but Moody's tone A little anxious.
Maybe it's been lying in bed for a long time, a bit boring.
Now is the time to need him.
He coughed a few times.
"I'm sorry," Moody said suddenly, feeling a little impatient with this response.
"No trouble, this is what I should do." Furong said politely, and then turned around, ready to leave the room, to plan the operation.
"It's not because of this." Moody stood up, changed from lying down to leaning against the head of the bed, whether it was the normal eye or the magical eye that penetrates everything, it's tight Staring at Furong.
Furong didn't feel much, she didn't commit a crime, and she couldn't feel the panic of being punished.
As for nausea?
I don't know how many more disgusting things she has seen these days.
Her heart has been tempered quite strong
"It was the previous question. As an Auror, I didn't notice it..." Moody started to mention the Goblet of Fire.
"I don't remember, sir, if it was for this, it would be better to apologize after my memory recovers." Furong shrugged gracefully, smiled, and left the house.
Sitting on a bench outside the ward, she took off the other white gloves, rubbed her eyebrows, and fell into the memory of not long ago.
That is the day when the holiday is about to end...
The sky was dark, and the clouds rolled like layers of cotton candy sprinkled with ink.
A group of strong rune horses are arranged in an orderly manner. They are dragging the carriage, waving their wings, flying in the sky, shuttled among the clouds, walking in the sky, showing a vigorous posture, running To the UK.
Most patients are asleep~IndoMTL.com~ is in the carriage.
Because the rune horses fly quite smoothly in the air, this ensures their comfort and can't feel any bumps.
In the interior of the carriage, all the decorative ornaments were taken away because they occupied space, leaving only a chandelier for lighting.
There are many blue and white wide cloths supported by iron frames, and many compartments are separated for hospital beds.
On the side near the fireplace, there was a little vacant space, a small coffee table and two chairs.
After setting up the last patient, Furong covered her mouth, yawned slightly, and sat down on a round stool in front of the coffee table.
Ms. Maxim had already been sitting on a chair waiting for her for some time. The tall figure made the headmaster of Furong have to bend over and bend his legs to barely sit here.
On the round tea table, the spout of a stoneware teapot is steaming, and the fragrance of tea permeates the room through the spout.