Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy leaned back and fell down and fell into Hermione’s arms.

At this moment, the sky was dull, and there were occasional crows flying over the sky. The wind of gloomy whizzed past.

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

A girl is running hard on the grass. Because she is running too fast, the white nurse’s hat on her head accidentally falls down. The long hair of the waist and the waist are gently placed. She has no time to take care of these and run. Move, while holding the long hair to one side, finishing, and tied into a ponytail that is easy to walk.

This is Fleur Delacour, who has been helping patients in the first line.

Now she arrived at the position where Malfoy fell down.

“Let’s get out!” She pushed Hermione impatiently. I don’t know why. She saw this person injured inexplicably violent, and the girl was driven to the side and almost fell.

Malfoy was quickly flattened on the grass by Fleur, and then she quickly opened his eyelids with his fingers, the blood of the scarlet scarlet, his eyes.

The girl then took his arm and touched his body with wand.

“He has a very serious Stunning Spell and Binding Curse.” Fleur gave his judgment.

“Is it just hit by the Dark Lord?” She turned her head and asked Hermione.

Hermione’s face turned into a momentary white, and the culprit was not Voldemort.

Fleur then found that her palm had some moist feelings. Her tall nose sniffed and moved, and a faint bloody smell rushed into her nose. Her sense of smell told her that the boy was not only affected by this. hurt.

Looking for the scent of the scent, she decisively tore off Malfoy’s upper body, a bright red blood soaked in a white ribbon that caught her eye.

“Which idiot is bandaging him! It’s just a mistake! Want to make him disabled?” Fleur hated.

Simply put, the medical system of the wizard has an excellent effect on pure physical damage.

Exaggerated, even if you break your hand, you can still pick it up.

But when you encounter some problems, you will often be helpless.

For example some magic curses and poisons.

Mad-Eye Moody’s blink of an eye, apparently because of some curse, could not be restored, and chose to embed the magic eye.

At this time, Fleur’s memory has not recovered, and it is purely to look at the problem from the perspective of medical personnel. It’s because of this that it’s just not merciless.

The last vague blood of Hermione’s face disappeared completely.

She began to blame herself.

If he is really disabled, or …..?

She didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

“It’s really troublesome, and there is snake poison.”

“It’s not poisoned deeper, luck is good.” She was finally relaxed, although Hermione’s dressing technique is general, but white flavor and Phoenix tears are real.

Fleur didn’t notice the constantly changing expression of Hermione on the side.

She called Hermione: “Let’s help him put him on the stretcher and transfer the position. It’s not the place to do surgery.” She said, while untied the bandage error, observing the affected area bitten by Nagini. .

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

Hermione helped Fleur, and several professors around him rushed over and sent Malfoy to the school hospital in Hogwarts.

Entering the ward, a long operation begins.

“Draco? What happened to him? Who can tell me.” A girl wearing a Slytherin uniform robes and a Prefect medal on her chest stumbled and ran to the ward. Everyone asked on the way, expression 憔悴.

She only learned from the mouths of others that Draco was a hero and the hero was seriously injured.

“He is still undergoing surgery.” Hermione squeezed Pansy’s shoulder. “Quiet, he will be fine.” Comfort Pansy.

“Do you know what, right? Are you coming back with him?” Pansy seemed to have grabbed the straw and swayed Hermione’s shoulder.

The battles of the previous battles have turned and changed several times. Those who are not present are completely unimaginable. In a short period of time, there are so many reversals that they cannot be clearly described.

“I don’t want to say it.” Hermione’s tone was full of embarrassment. She turned her head and faced the stone wall. The memories echoed in her mind were those memories that were lost.

Pansy sat on the bench and looked at the ceiling, thinking about the farewell that day.

After class, Malfoy asked her to go to the Madama Puddifoot Teahouse. Just as she sat in her chair and fantasized about various romantic reasons, Malfoy showed her a showdown:

“I may have to go again.” Malfoy raised the teacup at the table and took a sip of tea.

“Where are you? You know who is there?” Pansy immediately stood up and asked in a panic.

“I can only tell you this information and let you have a mental preparation.”

“You grew up, I think you are the one who can keep secrets with me.” Malfoy touched the girl’s head gently.

“Trust me, I will come back safely,” Malfoy said calmly.

Then I left.

Saying goodbye to some rushes, and even a little bit of brains, but that was the last time that Pansy was in contact with Malfoy.

The girl did not act unreasonably to do something to retain, but chose to accept.

Because she knows that the boy’s character is better than letting him concentrate on doing his own thing.

“Is this what you said is safe to come back?” The girl suddenly began to twitch and wipe her tears with her hands.

Suddenly a pair of cold hands caught her shoulders, gently stroking and comforting her.

“Draco will be fine.” Luna’s mouth was filled with a touch of faint smile, but the gray eyes were still worried.

In the next few hours, every minute was a torment. Two girls were afraid to hear the bad news. Only Luna’s mood seemed to be good, and the whistle of the unknown tune was gently blown.

Pansy finally fell asleep on Luna’s shoulder, and Hermione looked numbly at the wooden door.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and the three girls suddenly stood up and surrounded Fleur, who had just left the house.

“Draco, is it okay?” Pansy asked anxiously.

“Small voice.” Fleur didn’t give them a good look. “It’s temporarily out of danger, but you still need to observe. If you argue again, his injury will worsen.”

As soon as this statement came out, Pansy immediately caught his mouth.

After learning that he was not in danger, the girl’s face appeared with a smile from the heart, and the dry eyes seemed to start to gather tears again.

Hermione rested on the chair with relief.

“Then he woke up?” Luna asked.

“No, I said, now the patient has to rest,” Fleur rubbed his shoulders tiredly.

During the operation, she was surprised to see Draco’s willpower countless times. It was so surprising that such a serious injury and the suppression of the curse could actually hold against Voldemort.

“It’s not a little white face, I take back this comment.” She silently thought of the words she had when talking to her younger sister.

She walked quickly and opened the girls who were worried.

Just as she walked around the corner and wanted to get some gauze, it seemed to hit something on her foot.

“Dobby pays tribute to you.” A house elf raised her head and shook her head and said something to her.

“Master Draco has a letter to give you, and there is a bottle.”

Fleur took the envelope and the bottle, her fingers involuntarily pinched the two things, a pale yellow envelope was crumpled, and the silver white gas was flowing in the bottle.

The envelope was written in black with a straight handwriting – a letter to Miss Delacour, looking at the line of text, Fleur’s heart leaping, the deep purple lacquer seal was tightly attached to the seal, Fleur tried to tear open Then there was a slight burning sensation on the fingertips.

If it wasn’t for her own dismantling. The envelope will ignite spontaneously and swallow the letter.

She began to read slowly.

The letter says:

To Fleur Miss Delacour,

I am very sorry, in fact, I saw that your life is so calm and full, I really don’t want to disturb, just like casting a stone on the calm lake, picking up a ripple, and then rolling up the storm.

But from the standpoint of a trustworthy custodian, you should still return your memory.

Professor Dumbledore’s meditation basin should be available for borrowing. He is very generous, and it can directly return your memories.

Finally, I want to say.

The days of adventure with you are very enjoyable.

Even if you always give me trouble.

– Draco, Malfoy.

Some of the yellowed parchment in Fleur’s hands began to tremble, and her heart began to scream.

She used to think that missing a memory in her life seemed irrelevant to her life.

Don’t worry about the regrets of the past, live in the moment.

Don’t have to be sentimental for the regrets of the past, hurting the spring and autumn.

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

“Meditation basin, Mr. Dumbledore, I need to borrow your meditation basin.” Fleur found Dumbledore the first time, the old man was lying in a nearby ward, lying in a hospital bed, looking at the latest “The Quibbler.

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

“Right, how is Draco’s surgery done?” the old man asked loudly behind the girl.

“Perfect!” Fleur said without looking back.

Then many people saw this young girl untied her nurse’s white hat, squirming long silver hair, running in the aisle, and soon, the ugly stone statue jumped out, the girl entered the office and found the meditation basin.

The meditation basin played its role

The silver white gas drifted away in the basin, Fleur deep took a deep breath, decisively buried his head.

The memory began to flash, and it took me to retrieve the memory faster than reading other people’s memories. Soon, Fleur raised her head and revealed her swan-like neck.

She was sluggish for a while, and the twinkling blue eyes were a little moist.

All lost memories have returned to their minds.

Her thin, white fingers clenched and her heart hung up.

I always thought about drawing a line with him, but in the battle, the last moment was so close.

Fortunately, he did not add any trouble to him.

Her heart fell again.

The memory of the past seems to be entangled with the current memory, like the deer wandering in his arms, and like a naughty little messy wool yarn ball. The cat uses claws.

It took a lot of effort to be smooth, after clearing my thoughts.

“Is he safe now?” Her first reaction was to rush to the boy lying on the bed and reconfirm his physical condition.

Even though the surgery itself is full of her operation, she knows her injuries very well.

And her two slender legs have been eager to start running again.