Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 393: Rehabilitation

"Thanks for your hard work, how about a cup of black tea?" Mrs. Maxim gently raised the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the cup.

"Thank you." Furong gently took the porcelain cup with the rose pattern, and the steaming tea in it was steaming. She took a sip, and the fragrance of black tea flowed through her teeth, making her tired. Some of his spirit has been relieved.

"Why are you here?" Then she put down the teacup and suddenly asked her principal.

I've been dealing with the transfer of these patients just now, and she didn't have the time to ask.

Ms. Maxim's wide face also showed a confused expression.

"Didn't you call me? Furong?"

"Me? How could it?" Her delicate face also showed a look of doubt, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Mrs. Maxim quickly pulled out a letter from her wide cuffs.

"Look, I was strange when the owl was delivered. I remember you don't use owls."

She lifted the envelope, the red paint was damaged.

You can see Juanxiu's handwriting faintly above.

I haven't written it before, Furong said in surprise, but it was clearly her handwriting.

Under the faint candlelight, the text on the envelope is faintly visible.

Just as the letter was taken out of the envelope, a ray of sparks suddenly spread from the middle.

"What's the matter?" Furong was taken aback and threw the letter in her hand.

Then sparks spread quickly, and the whole piece of paper was dyed into ashes in mid-air, and the embers were scattered on the table.

"The whirlwind swept away!" Furong knocked on the table, and the ashes soon fell into the trash can outside the door in an orderly manner.

Here are all patients, it is necessary to keep clean.

After doing this step.

The two looked at each other.

"Did you remember wrong?"

"I have a good memory... I still remember that I had honey tea and macarons for breakfast two weeks before the weekend. The patient I picked up the day before yesterday was stung by a poisonous scorpion..."

Furong was a little flustered for a while, trying to prove herself as much as possible.

"What does the letter say?" she asked.

"Ask me for help, just like my behavior today."

"But the results look good, this hospital is indeed being monitored."

"You said that the next target of the Dark Lord might be the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Ask me to help you." Madam Maxim's thick voice was low.

Furong's expression was very strange immediately.

She really thought so, but she didn't act on it.

"Then where are we going?" Furong asked suddenly.

"The suggestion in the letter is Hogwarts, you know, I have crossed the border now, there is no proper reason and formal procedures, after sending you over, I will go back to France as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause international Dispute."

"This is also the safest choice at the moment, or "you" told me in the letter."

"Regardless of true or false, I think this is a good choice."

"Are you going back with me? Your parents and sister miss you very much."

"It may take some time."

"I think so too." Madam Maxim nodded and looked around the patients around her.

Furong withdrew from her recollection and looked at the mottled round stone pillars on the left and right sides of the corridor in front of her. I have to say that it was very strange.

After thinking about it, I was at Hogwarts somehow, and still a little lamented about the impermanence of life.

Occasionally take a break, and when I'm bored, I think about the boy who "kidnapped" her. I heard that he was a few years younger than her.

It's really a shame.

Are you so useless? Will be subdued by junior students.

Amnesia, just no emotion.

Of course, this is what she thinks. It is said that she still competed here?

Furong shook her head, still really impressed.

But I can visit the scenery here again as a first-time visitor, maybe it’s not bad

But wait until the work is done.

Relieved the sleepiness, then stood up again and walked to another ward.

As soon as she resumed work, all the instigators were also entangled in asking some troublesome questions.

In the Slytherin lounge, Pansy suddenly put down the magazine in her hand, staring at the boy in front of her curiously, and finally asked:

"Draco, don't you go and see the hostage lady you kidnapped? He is in the school hospital now."

She uncharacteristically encouraged Malfoy to approach other girls.

But I don't even want to look at it as a kind act.

"She doesn't remember it. No need. I don't want to be treated as a botched striker." Malfoy said flatly, his eyes still on the book.

Of course, my heart is not as calm as it has shown.

Speaking of surprise, his surprise is not inferior to any student at Hogwarts.

The once spoiled, arrogant eldest lady pulls down to take care of the patient, which is indeed shocking.

His original three letters, one was sent to Mrs. Maxim in Boothbatten, thousands of miles away.

One was sent to Professor McGonagall as a link.

Another one was sent to Gringotts to remind them.

But it seems that the latter did not follow his suggestion.

After much deliberation, Voldemort's possible future goals are nothing more than these two locations.

The former was not carried out completely according to his ideas.

His idea was that after sending the patient with the help of the rune, Fleur followed Mrs. Maxim and went back on the way, but he did not expect to stay as such.

Pansy was a little disappointed when she heard that, she also wanted to see if the girl had really forgotten everything.

"Although I don't want to see her very much, you did give me a chance."

"What?" Pansy suddenly had a bad premonition.

"It's time for your feet to be reviewed? Isn't it?" Malfoy stared at the girl's calf and shrugged.

The ward at Hogwarts is a bit crowded now, even if it is expanded, there are more people.

"Miss Parkinson, recovery is pretty good." Augustus's voice came from the ward.

Just when Furong was about to change a bandage to a patient, she heard the conversation in the ward and opened the door.

The Malfoy student half leaned against the wall, and after looking at Furong, he was shocked for a moment, then fleeting.

The strange thing is that she saw the somewhat thin and pale face, and there was an inexplicable guilt in her heart.

Make her feel like she has hallucinations?

The feeling of guilt can't justify her.

Did this student use any empathy magic on her?

After looking at each other in silence~IndoMTL.com~Furong Dangdang changed the gauze to a patient and left the ward decisively.

Find something to say or something, she is not in the mood, or because she has forgotten, she has no desire for revenge at all.

If she really remembers, maybe she will ask her questions clearly.

Malfoy was not too entangled, sentimental, entangled in emotions, not his character, all this was Fleur's choice, and he certainly respected it.

"It's okay." Malfoy's gaze and the girl met each other. What she cares most about now is Pansy's injury.

"Of course." Pansy smiled briskly, jumped a few times on the floor, indicating that he had fully recovered, and gently shook his arm.

"That's good." Malfoy nodded, a rare smile on his face.