Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this time, Bagman's voice resounded through the audience again, interrupting their conversation: "Please wait a moment, everyone! We need to clean up the battlefield at this time and create a relatively fair environment for the three warriors in the future. Now The venue is in a state of chaos!"

After a while, Ludo Bagman's voice came over in a vigorous voice:

"The next warrior will be invited to appear. As the only lady among the four warriors, how will Miss Delacour perform? Please wait and see! The fire dragon she will face is Welsh Green. dragon!"

"Okay, we have to go back now, how about it, two principals, should your doubts be explained clearly?" Dumbledore asked at this time.

Karkaroff threw his robe fiercely, making a piercing sound, and then followed Dumbledore back, while Mrs. Maxim trotted back all the way, with a nervous expression on her face, and her neck Ornate opal ornaments chirped crisply as they ran, for the next champion was Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons, her beloved disciple.

And Moody's magic eye turned lively at this time, looked at Malfoy with admiration, and seemed very satisfied, and the cane stomped on the ground.

"Good job," he said approvingly.

"Go and see Madam Pomfrey, maybe there is something you can't see injured, you didn't notice it." Professor McGonagall said with concern.

"Yes, yes, Draco, come on, the emergency tent is over there." Narcissa agreed.

Madam Pomfrey was standing at the entrance of the second tent at this time, looking anxious, wearing a white nurse's uniform and a white hat, looking in the direction of the venue from time to time, she listened to Bagger Mann's commentary felt that the first warrior should be here soon.

Sure enough, she immediately saw Malfoy walking towards the tent where she was, with steady steps, not looking like he was injured.

"My God, Merlin's blessing, it's really not hurt." After a cursory examination, Madam Pomfrey looked extremely surprised, and she couldn't help but show a little joy on her face.

This tent is divided into several small compartments by several strips of white canvas. Since Malfoy is the first to appear, he is currently the only one here.

"Come on, warrior, give you a towel and wipe off your sweat." The kind head nurse handed Malfoy a white towel, "Although there is no harm, just clean it up, those big fire dragons are very Love is not clean, they will not like brushing their teeth and bathing.

Speaking of those dragons, the lady's face was immediately filled with disgust, and then complained, "Last year it was a dementor, this year it was a fire dragon, what else are they going to bring into this school next?" I sincerely hope the next warrior will be as lucky as you. "

This is the occupational disease of medical staff, and there is an instinctive disgust for the danger that will cause patients.

"There may also be fried tail snails hybridized by Mr. Hagrid, an expert in the cultivation of dangerous organisms." Malfoy kept this sentence in his heart and did not say it.

Suddenly, a burst of singing penetrated through the tent, and the melodious female voice was like weeping.

Suddenly, the beautiful singing came to an abrupt end, and then the boiling vocals burst out, mixed with Bagman's commentary, and came in through the tent.

"This warrior from Beauxbatons succeeded! The fire dragon seemed to be completely fascinated by her! She fell into a deep sleep! Of course, I think the audience was the same, involuntarily intoxicated, I I think she will be able to hold a separate concert in the future. At the same time, I have to say that the warrior's costume is also very correct today! It looks very capable and neat, and has a simple beauty. I bet that just now If she was wearing a long dress, she would never have been able to pass that dragon easily, even if it was almost asleep."

After a short while, the audience's voice stopped. Furong should have left the arena at this time and walked towards the tent.

"Child, come in!" Madam Pomfrey hurried to the past at this time, took Fleur in from the tent door, led her to a chair, and then put on a thick coat for her. It seemed that he was shivering a little because of the cold air outside.

"Thank you." Furong said, her face was still pale, the match just now was still a bit difficult for her, and she felt that her fate was out of her control. She was afraid that she would wake up the fire dragon with one mistake.

But she still succeeded, even quite perfect, and after hearing the applause of the audience and the approving smile of Madame Maxime, she felt that it was all worth it.

"Congratulations, it looks good." Malfoy's voice crossed the canvas, congratulating Fleur.

"Thank you," Fleur said, and just as she was about to ask Malfoy how he got through, Madam Pomfrey lifted the canvas and came over with some steaming potions.

"I took a look. Your ankle is a little sprained. You still have to drink some medicine. It's not good to affect the second task." Madam Pomfrey shook her head and said, then pointed to another steaming cup and said: " This is freshly boiled sweet ginger juice, don't catch a cold."

Then Madam Pomfrey took out her wand and waved it gently in the direction of Fleur's wound. Fleur immediately felt a cooling sensation spread up from her calf, and the hot pain eased immediately. The long and narrow wound also began to heal slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if the fire dragon was asleep, its tail would still wave subconsciously to defend, and she was injured just to avoid it and hit a piece of gravel.

Suddenly, a wave of trouble came to Fleur, using Veela's inherited talent to cast spells on the fire dragon, it seemed a little reluctant to her, and it was very exhausting, plus the medicine that Madam Pomfrey brought might even add more. With some calmness, she quickly fell asleep on the chair.

After a while, the third warrior Viktor Krum also finished his mission and walked into the tent. He was in good condition, but his face was a little ugly and a little depressed.

The last warrior, Harry Potter, ended the battle faster than they thought. Almost Krum stepped into the tent with his forefoot, and he followed with him, but he was not as lucky as Krum, There was some wound on his shoulder, and Madam Pomfrey washed him with a smoky, unpleasant-smelling purple liquid, then she poked Harry in the shoulder with her wand, and he felt the wound heal immediately. healed. ()