Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

On February 24th, the day when the second event of the Triwizard Tournament started, the sky was a little dark, the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, and occasionally a few rays of light were revealed.

On the day of the game, Malfoy came to the arena early, his face was pale under the short blond hair, and looking at him from time to time made him more restless. He saw the seats that surrounded the Fire Dragon Field last November. Lined up in layers on the other side of the lake, it is still empty now, and reflected in the lake below. Next to another table covered with a golden tablecloth by the water, there are also several chairs, perhaps for referees.

Furong was wearing a silver and noble robe and walked over with light steps. She was accompanied by Madame Maxime. They were one of the first few people who came. Furong's face was full of confident smiles. She looks radiant, and it seems that she still doesn't know that her sister has been locked at the bottom of the lake, otherwise it will definitely not be such a comfortable expression.

Of course, the happy smile on her face disappeared immediately after seeing Malfoy, her expression immediately turned cold, then she took two steps back, leaned towards Madame Maxime's seat, turned her head away, and looked at The bottomless Black Lake was dumbfounded, not knowing what he was thinking.

And Malfoy didn't seem to react at all to her performance, and he still looked into the bottomless, bottomless black lake on his own, which made Fleur even more offended.

As time passed, the number of people in the stands began to increase, and Karkaroff, the principal of Krum and Durmstrang, also slowly walked to the table, and then the latter found a chair and sat down , put the fingers of both hands on the tablecloth, and looked at the black lake at the moment impatiently.

"This kind of small pond is far from the big lake on our Durmstrang campus, isn't it? Viktor?" Karkaroff suddenly spoke loudly and deliberately, asking as he was waiting for the game to start. Krum.

"Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Headmaster." Krum looked at his headmaster with some displeasure. He was still brooding about what happened before. He wanted to introduce Hermione about Dem at the ball before. Some of Strong's messages were interrupted by Karkaroff's unpleasantness. The reason was that he had leaked the secrets of the school. Now that it was replaced by himself, he began to leak the information without caring.

But out of politeness, he responded hypocritically a few times.

Ludo Bagman also walked steadily. He was wearing a neat black suit and a neat tie. The expression on his face was also a little excited. If anyone knew some knowledge about clothing, they would find him. The clothes on his body are quite expensive, and they are made of some quite advanced fabrics.

Mr. Crouch did not come. He was absent again due to illness and sent his assistant, Percy Weasley, to replace him to perform the duties and powers of the referee.

I saw the only "official fan" in the Weasley family,

At this time, he swaggered, arrogantly, and walked slowly to the referee's bench. Along the way, he frequently waved and nodded to the audience in the surrounding auditorium. He looked even more arrogant than Mr. Crouch himself.

In the end, Dumbledore also quickly appeared in the referee's bench with a smile.

"If there is no objection, can we start the game?" Bagman glanced at everyone in a hurry, and then looked at the watch in his hand. The three needles on it happened to overlap - the game can start. .

"I don't mind, after all, one less person is good for us." Furong sneered at this time, which made Bagman react. He counted the number again, and realized that there was a warrior who had not yet arrived.

"Harry Potter? Harry Potter?" he shouted, looking around, "does anyone know where this warrior is now?"

Coincidentally, not far in front of them, a panting boy ran over at this time.

"I...I'm here..." Harry said breathlessly, slipping in the mud before he could barely stop, but accidentally splashed Fleur's robes, and Fleur was a little bit dirty. Looking at the brown mud on his robe angrily, he took a few steps back, his face unpleasant.

"Sorry." Harry gasped as he apologized to Fleur.

"Where have you been?" a domineering voice asked Harry suddenly and resentfully. "The competition is about to start!"

The owner of this voice is none other than Ron's brother Percy, who is now fully exercising his powers as a referee.

Harry really wanted to say that he wanted to get into the game as soon as possible more urgently than this man, and he felt that Percy, as a brother, cared about Ron even less than he was an outsider.

Of course, he didn't know whether the referee knew about the hostages, he just subconsciously guessed that they might know.

"He's not late again, is he?" Bagman began to round the field, smiling, and said in his characteristic magnetic voice.

Percy had to give up, but his face couldn't help but be a little smug, as if declaring that his opinions could no longer be ignored by others, which made him further taste the wonderful taste of power.

Respected, no one can ignore his words, which strengthened his determination to continue on this path.

"Okay, everyone, now it's time, please line up the warriors on the shore, each about ten feet apart." Bagman said to the four warriors.

Then he turned back to the referee table. Pointing his wand to his throat, as he did at the Quidditch World Cup, he said, "Boom!" and his voice, like thunder, swept across the dark lake and into the stands.

Krum was wearing swimming trunks at this time, revealing his sturdy upper body. The year-round Quidditch competition made him look very strong. Many girls in the audience stared with wide-eyed eyes. His tendon flesh watched.

The eyes of the other half of the group in the seat were all looking at Furong. The tight swimsuit originally wrapped in the loose robe was now displayed, outlining a slender and beautiful figure.

Harry also changed into a pair of normal swimming trunks, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

No one seems to have noticed that Malfoy is still in the same solid black robe, and has not changed into a suit suitable for diving.

"Listen, everyone, our warriors are in place. As soon as I whistle, the second project begins. They have a full hour to take back what was stolen from their hands. I count to three. One...two Three!" Bagman's voice resounded throughout the audience.

High-pitched whistles echoed in the cold, still air. There was a burst of cheers and applause from the stands.

The game officially started.