Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 425: The finale

"Draco is awake?"

"How is his injury?"

As soon as Dumbledore stepped out of the room, the concerned words of several girls faintly came from outside the door, making Malfoy a headache.

Should he continue to be in a coma, or should he be in a coma, or should he be in a coma?

This is a less difficult choice.

"Is he awake?"

When Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked out of the ward, several girls suddenly gathered around, their faces filled with melancholy and worry.

"He was badly injured before." Dumbledore's face was heavy, "He is still in a coma."

"Nagini's toxin is more terrible than expected. It took so long to be treated. Although it is cured, there are still sequelae. I believe Miss Furong knows this better than me."

Furong nodded helplessly and admitted.

"None of these are the most critical. He finally overdrawn his deep energy to manipulate those dementors, so even if the physical trauma healed..."

Dumbledore pointed to his head suddenly and sighed: "I don't know when the injury here will be healed. The time to wake up may be unknown."

Hermione's heart suddenly cooled, and she sat back on the bench slumpingly, staring at the mottled wall in front of her with dull eyes.

"Can I go see him?"

Pansy suppressed his painful emotions and asked extravagantly.

"Of course, someone familiar with him may be able to awaken his will." Dumbledore nodded in cooperation.

"Maybe he doesn't like me very much, and he's not very interested in me." The old man shrugged helplessly, looking serious.

"Let's go and see him, his life is no longer in danger, thanks to Miss Delacour's superb medical skills."

"Yeah." Furong nodded, showing no humility at all.

"It's best to go in one by one, he can't be stimulated by too much sound, you decide for yourself."

The old man left soon, and Dumbledore still has a lot of things to deal with. Although he is also a sick person, he is also the backbone of everyone.

"I'll go first!" The three girls looked at each other and said in unison.

"I...the last one to go in." Luna looked around in a circle, then stepped out of the circle, smiling lightly.

"Forget it, I have taken care of him." Furong took a step back.

Pansy and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter took a step back out of guilt.

Pansy opened the door first logically, then closed it, and walked gently to the bed.

The whole room was filled with the fragrance of herbs. Malfoy was lying on the hospital bed, his body was covered with white sheets, and his chest was undulating regularly, indicating that he was still alive.

The boy's face was extremely pale, his face seemed to be swollen, and his sharpened chin looked much rounder from a distance.

"It's a pity that I didn't help me in the final battle. I didn't even see you fighting heroically. I only saw you embarrassed." Pansy gently sat on the chair and gently squeezed Mal Fu has no injured arm.

She didn't dare to sway like a spoiled child, but just put them together gently.

"I didn't trouble you this time." She took a deep breath and said softly.

"When you were a teacher, I was wondering if I would keep going like this."

"At that time, I was still studying furniture and observing the display in your office."

"It is best to have a circular living room for the living room, and for the bedroom...the garden should..."

The girl couldn't help counting with her fingers, like a little wife at home, thinking about the future that belongs to them.

She smiled blankly, and unknowingly mentioned the configuration of the furniture: "If you like reading, you have to make a large study room filled with bookcases. What material is the bookcase made of? Mahogany? Apple wood?"

"But you are very busy every day, so I'm not in the mood to listen to these words."

"Then suddenly one day, you told me that you were leaving again."

"It's worthy of praise, at least it didn't keep me in the dark."

"I can vaguely guess what you want to do, otherwise, I'll just follow you. The Dark Lord will definitely accept me, after all, my father still has some influence."

"But you want me to stay."

"It can only mean that it might be more dangerous to be around Voldemort." That person died, and Pansy didn't care to explain the name of the mysterious man Voldemort.

"I..." Pansy wanted to say something, but she always felt something was missing.

The difference was communication. She had been talking alone all the time, and Malfoy did not respond at all.

"It's really boring to talk unilaterally." Pansy said distressedly, tapping his head lightly with his fist.

"Then let's have a scene where the princess kisses the sleeping prince." A smug smile appeared on her face.

She leaned over gently, leaving her mark on the boy's lips.

There was no resistance this time, and she got what she wanted.

But she was very contradictory in her heart, hoping that she would return without success. For example, Malfoy suddenly woke up and pushed her away.

"I wish you a speedy recovery, Draco." Pansy stood up, staring at the boy in front of her, staring at her, her shoulders trembled, tears burst out of her eyes, and then she ran away without looking back. To this ward.

The second person who entered the ward was Fleur. She raised her wand and pointed it at Malfoy, looking condescending.

Furong took a deep breath.

"There is nothing to say, Mr. Malfoy." Fleur raised an eyebrow. After leaving these words pretending to be cold and indifferent, the arrogant girl decisively left.

Showing her most arrogant temperament.

After all, there is still a long time to come, she is the one who takes care of him for the longest time.

Then Hermione walked into the room in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, I owe you a lot. Can I pay it back slowly?"

She recalled a lot of the past, only to realize that she seemed to be the one who was the most hindered, and she had to confront him almost every time.

"Hey, it's okay to bite it back for you." She stretched out her white arm and reached Malfoy's mouth.

It was dimly at the time, and I heard him say: "You really like biting people."

Thinking of the invisibility cloak that killed Voldemort, Hermione remembered that the person who invaded Hogwarts should be him.

I have to say that Hermione’s move was silly and inexplicably cute.

"Also, although I added a lot of chaos to you in the process, the final result may not be bad. Without me, you were also hanged by Nagini at the time. It should be able to offset it, right?"

"Or, do you still have to pay back my kindness?"

"So, wake up quickly and prepare to repay."

"By the way, I still have something to ask you to settle accounts."

"You actually said I was in heat?"

Hermione's tone changed from apologetic to a bit coquettish.

"That's my Animagus, do you know? It was not to monitor you, would I be like this?"

"In the third grade..."

"In fourth grade..."

The girl seemed to want to talk too much, but Malfoy still showed no sign of opening his eyes.

From hope to disappointment, Hermione finally left with reluctance.

Maybe he needs some time.

The last girl was Luna. She briskly pushed open the door of the ward and walked to Malfoy~IndoMTL.com~, found a chair and sat down.

"Don't forget what you said before, you will go find the horned snorer with you, as a reward for the previous help."

"I don't just want to be rewarded.""

Luna pursed her faint lips and shook her head, her face flushed a little.

"And..." Luna quietly moved her face towards Malfoy.

She saw it clearly just now, when Malfoy's bare fingers twitched outside the bed.

"Well, our hero is too sleepy, maybe I need to sleep a little longer."

Luna stared at Malfoy's "sleeping face" and blinked suddenly, smiled playfully, and shook her white palms in front of him.

"Pretending to be asleep is not a good habit, Mr. Draco."

——(End of the book)