Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy fell backwards, onto Hermione's arms.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and occasionally a few crows flew over the sky, and the gloomy wind whistled past.

Everything was similar to Pansy's original dream, but it was still different after all, without the terrifying laughter of Voldemort.

A girl was running desperately on the grass. Because she was running too fast, the white nurse hat on her head accidentally fell off, and her waist-length silver hair was gently laid down. She had no time to take care of this, and while running While moving, he pushed his long hair to one side with his hands, tidied it up, and tied it into a ponytail that was easy to walk.

This is Fleur Delacour, who has been on the front lines helping patients.

Now she was the first to arrive at the position where Malfoy fell.

Get out of the way! She pushed Hermione away impatiently. For some reason, she saw that the man was injured and was inexplicably irritable. The girl was driven aside and almost fell.

Malfoy was quickly laid flat on the grass by Fleur, and then she quickly opened his eyelids with her fingers, scarlet bloodshots that filled his eyeballs.

The girl then took his arm and tapped his body with her wand.

He was hit with a very serious stun spell and petrification spell. Furong gave her own judgment.

Did he just get hit by the Dark Lord? she asked Hermione, turning her head.

Hermione's face turned pale in an instant, and the culprit was not Voldemort.

Furong then found that her palms felt a little wet, she sniffed slightly with her tall nose, moved, and a faint smell of blood rushed into her nasal cavity, her sense of smell told her that the boy was not only suffering from this. hurt.

Looking for the trail of the smell, she decisively tore off the clothes on Malfoy's upper body, and a bright red blood soaked white ribbon caught her eye.

Which idiot bandaged him! It's full of mistakes! Do you want him to be disabled? Furong said bitterly.

To put it simply, the wizard's medical system has an excellent curative effect on pure physical damage.

Exaggerated, even if the hand is broken, it can still be connected.

But when encountering some problems,

Often helpless.

For example some magical curses and poisons.

Mad-Eye Moody's blind eye was obviously caused by some curse and could not be recovered, so he chose to embed the magic eye.

At this time, Furong's memory has not yet recovered, and she is purely looking at this issue from the perspective of medical staff. He blurted out, but it was precisely because of this that he was merciless.

The last faint blood on Hermione's face completely disappeared.

She began to frantically blame herself.

If he is really disabled, or...?

She didn't dare to think about it any longer.

It's really troublesome, and there's snake venom.

It's not that the poisoning is deeper, luck is good. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Hermione's dressing skills were average, the Baixian essence and Phoenix tears were genuine.

Fleur didn't notice Hermione's changing expressions on the side.

She ordered Hermione: Let's help him put him on the stretcher and move him to another position. This is not a place for surgery. As she said, she untied the wrong way of tying the bandage and watched as she was bitten by Nagini. wounded area.

The wound is bright red and not black, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

Hermione helped Fleur, and several surrounding professors also rushed over and sent Malfoy to the school hospital at Hogwarts.

After entering the ward, the long operation began.

Where's Draco? What's wrong with him? Who can tell me. A girl wearing a Slytherin uniform robe with a prefect's medal on her chest stumbled to the ward and asked everyone on the way with a look haggard.

She only knew from the mouths of others that Draco was a hero, and the hero was badly wounded.

He's still operating. Hermione pinched Pansy's shoulder. Be quiet, he'll be fine, comforting Pansy.

You know what, right? You came back with him? Pansy shook Hermione's shoulders as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

The battle just now turned around and changed several times. Those who were not present could not imagine that there were so many reversals in a short period of time, and it was impossible to describe it clearly.

I don't want to say it. Hermione's tone was full of guilt. She turned her head and faced the stone wall, all those lost memories replayed in her mind.

Pan Xi sat blankly on the bench, looking at the ceiling, recalling the goodbye that day.

After class, Malfoy invited her to Mrs. Padiff Teahouse, and while she was sitting in a chair and fantasizing about various romantic reasons, Malfoy showed her a showdown:

I might be leaving again. Malfoy raised the teacup at the table and took a sip of the tea.

Where to? Where is the mysterious man? Pansy immediately stood up and asked in panic.

I can only tell you this information to prepare you mentally.

You've grown up, and I think you're someone who can keep secrets with me. Malfoy stroked the girl's head gently.

Trust me, I'll be back safely, Malfoy said calmly.

Then left.

Farewells were a bit hurried, even a bit mindless, but that was Pansy's last encounter with Malfoy.

The girl didn't do something to keep it unreasonably, but chose to accept it.

Because she knew that the boy's character might as well let him concentrate on his own affairs.

Is this what you said about coming back safely? The girl suddenly began to sob, wiping her tears with her hands.

Suddenly, a pair of cold hands put on her shoulders, caressed gently, and comforted her.

Draco will be fine. There was a faint smile on Luna's mouth, but there was still worry written in those gray-white eyes.

For the next few hours, every minute and every second was torment. The two girls were afraid of hearing the bad news. Only Luna seemed to be in a good mood, whistling softly in an unknown tune.

Pansy finally fell asleep leaning on Luna's shoulder, while Hermione stared numbly at the wooden door in front of her.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the three girls suddenly stood up and surrounded Furong who had just left.

Draco, are you all right? Pansy asked anxiously.

Be quiet. Furong didn't give them a good face. I'm out of danger for the time being, but I still need to observe. If you keep arguing, his injury may worsen.

As soon as this statement came out, Pansy immediately covered her mouth.

After learning that his life was not in danger, the girl's haggard face showed a sincere smile, and the corners of her dry eyes seemed to start to gather again.

Hermione sat back in her chair with relief.

Did he wake up then? Luna demanded.

No, as I said, now the patient has to rest, Furong rubbed her shoulders wearily.

During the operation, she was amazed countless times by Draco's will. Under such a serious injury and the suppression of the curse, she was still able to fight against Voldemort, which was really surprising.

It's not a little white face, I take back this evaluation. She silently thought of the words she had said when she talked to her sister before.

She walked quickly, shaking off the worried girls.

Just as she was walking around the corner and trying to get some gauze, something seemed to hit her foot.

Dobby salutes you. A house-elf said something to her, looking up and shaking her head.

Master Draco has a letter for you, and a bottle.

Furong took the envelope and the bottle, her fingers involuntarily pinched the two things, a pale yellow envelope was crumpled, and the bottle was flowing with silvery white gas.

On the envelope was written in black straight handwriting—a letter to Miss Delacour. Seeing this line of words, Fleur’s heart skipped a beat. The dark purple lacquer seal was tightly attached to the seal. Attempt to tear, and a slight burning sensation in the fingertips.

If it wasn't for her to take it apart. The envelope will spontaneously ignite, consuming the letter.

She began to read slowly.

The letter reads:

To Miss Fleur Delacour,

I'm sorry, actually I see your life is so peaceful and fulfilling now, I really don't want to disturb it, it's like throwing a pebble on a calm lake, causing faint ripples, and then rolling up a storm.

But from the standpoint of a trustworthy custodian, your memory should still be returned.

Professor Dumbledore's Pensieve should be able to be borrowed and used, he is very generous, and it will directly bring your memory back to its original place.

Finally I want to say.

It was a great time to be on an adventure with you.

Even if you always give me trouble.

—Draco, Malfoy.

The yellowish parchment in Furong's hands began to tremble, and her heart began to beat wildly.

She had always thought that the missing memory in her life seemed irrelevant to her life.

Don't worry about the regrets of the past, live in the present.

There is no need to be sentimental for the regrets of the past, hurt the spring and mourn the autumn.

But now, she suddenly felt that that memory might be extremely important to her.

The Pensieve, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your Pensieve to use. Fleur found Dumbledore immediately. The old man was in a nearby ward at this time, lying on the hospital bed, looking at a book The latest The Quibbler.

My office is on the eighth floor, and the password is sour soda.

By the way, how's Draco's surgery going? the old man asked loudly behind the girl.

Perfect! Furong said without looking back.

Then many people saw the girl untied her white nurse cap, tied up her long silver hair, and ran in the aisle. Soon, the ugly stone statue jumped away, and the girl entered the office and found the Pensieve.

Pensieve does its job

The silver-white gas drifted and escaped in the basin, and Furong took a deep breath and buried her head in it decisively.

Memories began to flash, and it seemed that retrieving memories was faster than reading other people's memories. Soon, Furong raised her head, revealing her swan-like neck.

She was sluggish for a while, those azure blue eyes were a little wet.

All the lost memories came back to his mind.

Her slender white fingers clenched tightly, and her heart hung up.

I always wanted to draw a clear line with him, but when it came to the battle, at the last moment, I was so close.

Fortunately, I didn't cause him any trouble.

Her heart fell again.

The memories of the past seem to be entangled with the memories of the present, like a fawn rubbing around in his arms, and like a ball of wool that has been messed up by naughty little ones. Cat with paws.

It took a lot of effort to smooth it out, after clearing my mind.

Is he safe now? Her first reaction was to rush to the boy lying on the hospital bed to confirm his physical condition again.

Even though she performed the entire operation itself, she knew her injuries like the back of her hand.

And her slender legs started to run impatiently again at this time.