Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On the morning of the first day of the new semester, almost all the boys understood what Professor McGonagall's warning meant yesterday.

The lucky few among them, in the morning, rubbed their eyes frantically with their hands, suspecting that they had hallucinated.

The Beauxbatons warrior who appeared in the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur Delacour, actually appeared in their school today?

Have breakfast with them in an auditorium?

In one corner of the long table, Furong cut the food elegantly and precisely with a knife on the silver plate, dine alone, ignoring the fiery gazes of these students, and usually left after the meal, as if nothing had happened.

Only their endless reverie was left.

Did she transfer? This is the first thought of many people.

Not right? It's all seven-year teaching. If Beauxbatons can participate in the Warriors of the Goblet of Fire, she can't be a repeater?

By the fourth grade, she was already a seventh-grade graduate of Beauxbatons.

If only one person said that he saw her, it might be a hallucination, but it is unrealistic to have a collective hallucination. More than one student swears that he saw the figure of Furong in the auditorium.

That means real.

Although her iconic long silver hair was coiled up and hidden in a white nurse cap, her azure blue eyes that seemed to have magical powers were still so moving, and the white nurse costume set off her The graceful figure adds to the dignified temperament.

The two qualities of charm and holiness are intertwined, and there is a kind of poison-like magic.

She went to the auditorium very early today, but even so, a few boys saw it, which was enough to cause a stir.

The message went viral.

They soon learned that Fleur was a medical staff member of the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, taking care of those patients in the school hospital.

At lunchtime, in front of the long table in Gryffindor, Ron chewed beef patties in his mouth, cutting the corbel in front of him with a knife and fork in his hands, chatting non-stop.

"I really want to catch a cold now so she might have to take care of me."

"You might have to saw off a leg first.

' said Hermione sarcastically.

"If you can get it back, it's worth it." Ron said shamelessly.

"Mrs. Weasley heard that, and may really break your leg first."

But the wish is good.

To everyone's disappointment, she didn't show up at noon.

Because she seemed to know it would cause a riot.

This is not the result she wants, she is just here as a "nurse".

Seeing the patient moaning in pain, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Although it was hard work, she also seemed to really understand that there are some things in the world that are painful and happy.

As for those fiery gazes, it may have been a process of boredom and enjoyment, but now it may be completely ignored.

"Mr. Moody, your injury is probably fine." Fleur said formulaically.

There is a smell of disinfectant in the ward at the moment.

Moody was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin cup, and wearing a blue and white striped hospital uniform from UI. The scarred face was no longer hideous, but looked pale and weak. .

"After resting for a while, you can participate in surgery."

It is said that the prosthetic leg is about to be damaged, of course, it is more than this injury, but it is lucky not to be bitten

Furong's eyes stayed on the medical record book in front of her, recording it on it, while speaking to Moody.

"Then it's the surgery." Furong nodded, inserting the quill she used for recording into her pocket.

"Mr. Moody, what kind of prosthesis do you want to make? There are peach wood, apple wood, walnut wood, rosewood, etc. Before, you used elm wood, which has a higher hardness." Furong stood in Moody's In front of the hospital bed, he asked skillfully.

"You figure it out." Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently with his eyes closed.

"Then choose elm for comparison. Although it may be slightly harder, you will be more comfortable with it. What do you think, sir."

"I'm a professional in catching dark wizards and evil creatures, and in curing diseases, you are a professional doctor. I don't like to meddle in fields that I'm not good at." Although it was a word of trust, Moody's tone was a little anxious.

It may be that I have been lying in bed for a long time and are a little bored.

Now is the time to need him.

He coughed violently.

"Sorry," Moody said suddenly, feeling impatient at the response.

"No trouble, this is what I should do." Furong said politely, then turned around and prepared to leave the room to plan the operation.

"It's not because of this." Moody stood up and changed from lying flat to leaning on the head of the bed. Whether it was the normal eye or the magic eye that penetrated everything, they all stared at Furong. .

Furong didn't feel anything. She didn't commit a crime, so she didn't feel the panic of being punished at all.

As for nausea?

She has seen so many more disgusting things these days.

Her heart has been exercised quite strong

"It was an earlier question, as an Auror I didn't notice..." Moody began to mention the Goblet of Fire.

"I don't even remember, sir, if it's for this matter, it would be better to apologize after my memory is restored." Furong shrugged gracefully, smiled, and left the room.

Sitting on a bench outside the ward, she took off the other white gloves, rubbed her eyebrows, and fell into the memory of not long ago.

It was almost the end of the holidays...  

The sky was dark, and the clouds rolled like layers of marshmallows sprinkled with ink.

A group of sturdy rune horses lined up in an orderly manner. They dragged the carriage, fluttered their wings, flew in the sky, shuttled between the clouds, walked in the air, showed a vigorous posture, and ran towards the UK.

Most of the patients were asleep, in the carriage.

Because the rune horses fly quite smoothly in the air, this ensures their comfort and does not feel any bumps.

In the interior of the carriage, almost all the decorative accessories were taken away because they took up space, leaving only a chandelier for lighting.

A lot of blue and white cloths are supported on iron frames, and many compartments are separated for placing hospital beds.

On the side near the fireplace, a little space was vacated, a small coffee table and two chairs were placed.

After the last patient was settled, Furong covered her mouth, yawned slightly, and sat down on a round stool in front of the coffee table.

Madame Maxime had been sitting on a chair waiting for her at some point, and her tall figure made the headmaster of Fleur had to bend her waist and bend her legs to sit here reluctantly.

On the round coffee table, the spout of a stoneware teapot was steaming hot, and the aroma of tea permeated the entire room through the spout.