Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Aside from completely forgetting the fact that they also had a daughter, the Grangers lived as normal.

Every family has family troubles, and society has social troubles.

Especially hospitals as public service facilities.

Compared with the school that has certain holidays every year, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is not so easy. For example, there is another difficult patient.

Hospitals do not have a fixed holiday every academic year like students do.

"Quick, Pai! Hold this patient's feet in place! He's got a leg shake!"

In a ward on the fifth floor of the Curse Injury Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Augustus, the attending physician, was holding his wand nervously, checking the patient's injuries.

"Is that so?" A cold and sweet female voice came from behind him.

Suddenly, a few white bandages flew out of the medical box, firmly binding the patient's struggling legs to the bed board.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the entwined appearance is somewhat beautiful and artistic.

"That's it! Fasten it, don't let him break free!" the man said excitedly.

The melodious and slightly charming female voice is so recognizable, but because the doctor is too invested, he didn't notice it.

Augustus muttered words in his mouth, constantly waving his wand, relieving the pain of the patient.

The patient struggled for some time.

The shaking bed gradually calmed down.

"Huh." He let out a sigh of relief.

"Good job today! Didn't stab me."

Augustus wiped the sweat with his cuff, and turned around to pat his assistant on the shoulder twice to encourage him, but after seeing the person helping him clearly, his arm stopped in mid-air.

"Miss Delacour?" The man's tone was full of surprise.

The assistant who likes to poke shit is no longer here.

"I am bored,

Look everywhere. " Fleur said with a smile.

She found a pure white nurse hat from somewhere and put it on her head. The long silvery flowing hair was twisted up and hidden in it at some point.

If it was said that her temperament was charming and moving, now it is holy and dignified, almost covering up the charm brought by the Veela blood.

He was still wearing the pure white hospital gown.

"You are a patient, how can you help!"

"Where's Pai?!" The man's anger gathered.

"He's accepting new patients, and there's been a lot of them lately, and he's so dizzy."

"And I do it voluntarily." Furong nodded gracefully.

His anger, like a deflated ball, quickly subsided.

After Voldemort's return, although there was no official appearance, many restless wizards also became active, and there were many vicious crimes for a while.

Naturally, it is the injured patient who rises with it.

"Alas." Augustus shook his head, a little helpless, the lack of manpower has been bothering him.

"If you don't have enough people and don't mind, you can let me try."

"This..." Augustus seemed a little embarrassed for a while.

"It's nothing, I'm free now, I'll make it clear to my parents."

"According to normal circumstances, it's time for me to find a job." Fleur smiled, the course at Beauxbatons was indeed drawing to a close.

"You are a patient yourself, how can you let you come..." Augustus looked extremely hesitant.

"Isn't it just amnesia?" Furong didn't care.

"It's just a small memory, it's fine for me, and it doesn't matter if I can't remember it."

"Compared to these patients, I don't think I'm any more normal."

Her parents didn't want her to recall those bad memories, and some bad ones would be forgotten.

They are afraid of other effects, such as later memory, or whether certain memories have been tampered with.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is well known throughout the wizarding world.

Memory is involved after all, in case later.

However, after observation, apart from the memory of this year or so being completely forgotten, there is really no other impact.

Furong's parents have even begun to go through the transfer procedures.

Because the British wizarding world is quite uneven now.

However, they did not expect that the temporary transfer would allow Furong to find a future job, and she would not be able to go back for a long time.

It is worth mentioning that for a long time after that, she did a pretty good job.

She didn't get used to it very well at first, because those strange illnesses really couldn't make people relax.

Sometimes she had to deal with the vague flesh of her patients, all sorts of disgusting abscesses, limbs twisted beyond imagination.

Even with the help of magic, the smell of blood and stench is a great challenge without having to touch it in person.

But a lot of things can make people feel sick just by looking at them.

She got over it.

She is also very strange. In the past, she might have vomited, disgusted, and fainted because of nausea, but now she can control herself.

The wand in his hand was gripped firmly and precisely without trembling.

In the process, she also achieved a lot of sense of accomplishment.

Especially seeing the patient smile after recovery.

Maybe it's the meaning of her hard work.

Everyone has a different destiny.

Compared to Miss Fleur Delacour who found a job beyond the value of life.

Those who "taken" her memory in disguise were not so lucky.

At this time, there were several wolf howls from time to time in Malfoy Manor.

The courtyard in front of the living room is now overgrown with weeds. It was originally deliberately trimmed and maintained. The flat lawn has been torn to pieces. The arrogant peacock who likes to pace back and forth does not know where to hide. The fountain in the center seems to have dried up. Like, a little bit of water sprayed weakly.

The occupants here are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there will be conflicts even with the previous ones, not to mention the groups that lack effective means of communication.

The Dark Lord was gone, and the order that had been barely maintained by his prestige and strength soon fell apart.

If it weren't for the existence of a dead order and no unorganized activities allowed, it might have become a pool of stragglers that would have been wiped out.

Malfoy's parents had moved to Grimmauld Place by this time, and the Black family's ancestral home was temporarily living in

And the home here has been "consecrated" to the Dark Lord as a base

even so.

The place Malfoy was looking forward to was still the Wiltshire manor, not Blake's old house.

He needs to grasp the movements of the Dark Lord. If he has any action, he should appear here as soon as possible.

At this moment, in a hidden cellar, the furniture is uniquely placed in an orderly manner.

The vanishing cabinet leaning against the wall seemed to have just been passively used, and the cabinet door was slightly closed.

The chandelier did not glow, the fluorescent flickering light was extremely thin, and a faint halo tried to illuminate the entire room.

With the help of the dim light, Malfoy could be seen sitting on a solid cherry wood armchair, with a wooden table made of tulip wood in front of him, and the corners of the table showed an elegant curve.

The upper outer layer of the drawer under the table is engraved with several brass mushroom-shaped handles.

His face was extremely pale now, and he held the handle and drawer mechanically numbly in his hand and pulled open the drawer, stuffing the chocolate into his mouth. What should have been a snack for leisure became a substance that had to be replenished.

He leaned back on the chair, panting from fatigue, dizziness came in waves in his brain, and all kinds of negative emotions, each time he chewed, it was slightly relieved.

The rich taste of cocoa permeates the entire dim room. If someone who doesn't know it comes here, they might think that this is a hidden chocolate factory.

After resting for a while with his eyes closed, Malfoy calmed down and felt the soothing effect of chocolate, and regained some sobriety.

Many days have passed since the holidays, and he has been alone for a long time.

There are no leaps and bounds in the progress of the plan, it is just a step-by-step process.

He stared at an abstract mural hanging on the center of the wall in front of him, his thoughts wandered, as if he had thought of something.

Two quills suddenly floated into the air, and three pieces of parchment were spread out on the long oak table, and they were written separately.

For someone, the holidays are now busier than school life

Malfoy stroked his chin, trying to figure out his tone.

One of them begins: "Mrs. Maxime..I am...I am at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries...hope you can help."

The other begins: "Minerva, I am Olim Maxime..."

The last letter begins with: "Dear..."

Just as Malfoy was manipulating the quill to write the letter, a quarrel was being staged at Hogwarts, thousands of miles away.

It is not so much a quarrel as it is a one-sided accusation.

"Ms. Minerva, we can't stand it any longer. Unknown evil creatures are devouring our territory." This was the voice of the centaur Firenze, which was extremely harsh in the room, as if roaring.

His hooves stomped out on the floor of Professor McGonagall's office.

"The scope of our residence is getting smaller and smaller, and the pervasive depression is about to drive me and my clansmen crazy." He complained incessantly.

After returning all the students safely to platform nine and three-quarters, Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts.

After an unhappy marriage, she didn't remarry, and Hogwarts was half her home.

Only now in her office, she had to endure the complaints of a certain Forbidden Forest dweller.

Firenze's handsome face was so angry and irritable, which was very different from the gentle and graceful look of the past.

Those deep sapphire-like eyes were filled with anxiety and anger.

The students are gone, and he doesn't need to keep things secret. Before, he had to worry about these students, but now that the students are all gone, he can also fight for it.

"I went with you once before. It does have some unpleasant smells, but we can't find the source. Firenze, I also want to help you solve this problem."

"The agreement established by the founder of the school and our ancestors..."

Professor McGonagall looked embarrassed and troubled.

"If we don't solve it, our centaurs will find another way out!" The strong horse's hoof smashed the floor hard, and Firenze walked away angrily.

In the end, the negotiation broke up.

Less than two minutes after Firenze left, a new guest was welcomed into Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor McGonagall? Are you there?" Hermione's voice came from outside the door, and she knocked the door softly, making a thud

"Come in." Professor McGonagall said gently.

"Miss Granger, you are very punctual."

"Have you and your parents agreed?"

"Yeah." Hermione's expression quickly lost a moment of imperceptible expression, and then nodded firmly.

"Here's their license." It had her parents' signatures hanging on it, which, of course, was a forgery.

Professor McGonagall looked at it and nodded.

"Firenze?" Professor McGonagall knocked on the table, and suddenly called out to the door. The centaur who had just left turned back in a blink of an eye.

"I'll deal with that as soon as possible.

"But you have to do me a favor"

"Take her to the Forbidden Forest to experience it."

Firenze walked slowly along the way, allowing Hermione to keep up with him.

"Miss Granger?"

"You are a friend of the Savior Potter. I have an impression." He opened the conversation, and Firenze kept complaining along the way.

He also worked part-time as a free drudge, using a sickle to cut down some weeds and roads that hindered his progress.

"Be careful not to get scratched by the leaves," he reminded.

"Go away!" The handsome centaur waved his weapon scythe fiercely, and the side of the blade slammed into the spider's thick furry legs and slapped it away.

The gigantic spider was frightened, the sturdy legs swam back quickly, and the chubby body was unusually flexible.

"They are also groggy these days. They used to stay in the depths of the forbidden forest, but now they are forced to go outside." He just said, and Hermione just listened.

Finely broken stones, muddy paths, trees obscuring the sky, vast fog, and low visibility.

Since Professor McGonagall called it "feeling", Hermione was also feeling it with her heart. Animagus was a kind of animal deformation and had to be integrated into nature. .

Strange reptiles crawled over his shoes.

Shelled insects, slippery mollusks.

Hermione was thankful that she was wearing a pair of high boots.

Suddenly, Hermione saw Firenze stop herself, and she stopped too.

Hermione subconsciously covered her shoulders at this time, and all around, cold negative emotions came, and she felt inexplicably depressed and painful.

"You feel it too, right?" Firenze raised his thick eyebrows vividly.

"This atmosphere keeps interfering with our astrological activities!"

"Our living environment is further compressed."

"I also know that Minerva has been very busy recently, but my people can't bear it anymore."

"Alas." The centaur's patriarch seemed very worried. He keenly sensed the uneasy atmosphere nearby, and a deeper sniff told him that the outbreak of war was not far away.