Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Furong, are you alright?" Madame Maxime looked at her student with concern. Her face seemed very bad, with no blood at all. Her whole body seemed to be shaky, as if she would fall down at any time. .

"Are you sick?" she asked.

At the door of the carriage, Beauxbatons and a group of students were preparing to leave and follow their principal to the triwizard competition award ceremony.

Fleur Delacourt, one of the contestants, was on the list.

"My sister's face has not been very good since last night." Gabriel added.

"I might have a cold, it's fine." Furong patted Gabriel on the head and said softly.

"That's good." Mrs. Maxim still looked at Furong suspiciously, and then Furong "coincidentally" coughed a few times, and Mrs. Maxim completely believed it.

Gabriel looked at her sister suspiciously. Her sister cared about her the most. If she knew she had a cold, she would definitely not have slept in the same bed with her last night, because it was very likely to be contagious.

At this time, Furong gave Gabriel a proper look. Even if the little girl wanted to say something, she could only stop her words.

"By the way, Furong, remember to stay away from them as much as possible when the awards are presented. If there is an emergency, just hurry back." Mrs. Maxim whispered in Furong's ear.

"Okay, Madam Maxime." Furong nodded, trying her best to hide her abnormality.

The award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament was set for the evening, and the setting sun had already sunk below the horizon at this time, and the faint golden and red intertwined brilliance sprinkled on the castle of Hogwarts and all over the campus, which seemed peaceful and peaceful.

By convention, all major ceremonies are held after dinner, and today is no exception.

"Draco, your appetite looks good today?" Pansy looked at Malfoy and said in surprise, she straightened up to get some food, put it in her mouth, and chewed it.

"It's still very ordinary." Pansy frowned in confusion and shook her head, "It's a little richer than usual," she said.

"Maybe I have a good appetite today." Malfoy smiled, and continued to take food from the plate.

"How did the final exam go?" the boy asked, seemingly unconcerned.

"Not bad." Pansy tilted her head, lay on the table, and replied weakly, "I can't ask you to help me review, you still have to work on your game, don't you?"

"Let's work hard next semester." Malfoy sighed softly, and reluctantly put the empty dinner plate back on the long table in front of him.

"Draco, you're a little weird today." Pansy noticed Malfoy's abnormality sensitively, "I always feel like you're a little weird." The girl moved closer, as if she was going to look at him carefully, seeing that something to come.

"I don't think second place is as happy as first, right?" Malfoy waved his hand, trying to change the subject without a trace.

"It's not for this reason. I think you must be hiding something from me, just like before." Pansy turned her head away and seemed a little angry.

"The fourth grade is coming to an end, don't you think of me as a child?" Pansy was a little annoyed, and her face turned a little sullen crimson because of the complaining activities in her heart.

"It's such a petty temper, and I won't feel it for a while." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, his mind turned, and he glanced at the old man in the guest seat.

Suddenly Malfoy realized that someone was watching him.

It was Fleur Delacour, who was enjoying an elegant dinner with Madame Maxime at a long table specially set up for guests. Her dazzling silver hair was pulled into a low bun, which looked simple and elegant.

Those charming eyes glanced back and forth on the Slytherin table from time to time.

Malfoy felt that his heart suddenly beat uncontrollably, not because of the throbbing caused by the ambiguous factor that people often imagined, but a faint helplessness about the future.

Malfoy didn't shy away from looking at Fleur, who quickly moved his gaze away unnaturally.

The brief eye contact made him not get any other information. Except for the "artificial respiration" of Oolong, the two did not have any more interactions in the subsequent games. Both pretended that nothing happened. the same.

This may be the best way to deal with it, and everything else may be a waste of embarrassment.

But no one will know that the goddess of fate who loves mischief will design some unexpected plots.

In the teacher's dining table, Professor Turneroni was in a prayer posture, chanting words in his mouth. The whole person trembled wildly, and even made the whole long table shake. Professor McGonagall's face was displeased.

"Sybil, what are you doing, it's dinner time." Professor McGonagall frowned, tapped the long table with his fingers, and asked in a slightly disgusting tone.

"A big event will happen tonight! Minerva!" Professor Turnerone shook his head, folded his hands on his shoulders, and said in horror.

Her large pair of glasses were hanging crookedly on the bridge of her nose at this time, and her hair was more messy than before. It seemed that she hadn't eaten at all, and lost her appetite because of panic.

"What's the big deal, is it unknown? You say this at least six days a week, but none of it comes true. Or, do you think it's ominous for a broken plate or a knife and fork to fall on the ground?" McGonagall The professor was very dissatisfied. As long as he had a table with this woman, he would not even be able to eat cleanly.

"This time it's true, you have to believe me." Professor Tenelawney folded his hands together, making an expression of anticipation, looking at the teachers around him, as if trying to win over her supporters.

Snape glanced at her indifferently, and then his dark and deep eyes were cast into the bowl of broth in front of him. It seemed that observing the bowl of broth was much more interesting than listening to Tenelawney's alarmist words.

"Oh, so it was all fake in the past." Professor McGonagall said coldly.

"Oh, hehe." There was a burst of cheerful laughter from the long table, and Flitwick, Sprout, and several other professors couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

But Professor Turneroni didn't feel embarrassed at all, and just continued to repeat some prayers in a low voice. )!!