Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After a very detailed questioning and testing, the female doctor shook her head in confusion and left the room, presumably communicating with Furong's parents outside the room.

Furong was lying on Gabriel's small desk, she was a little tired, and it was very painful to be questioned.

Especially when she clearly felt that everything was fine with herself.

The female doctor asked some very unnutritious questions.

"Sister, what time is this?"

Gabriel slipped into the room quietly, trotted to Furong's body, and held up a tender white finger.

Dangling in front of Hibiscus.

"one"

Furong said weakly.

What about this one?

Gabrielle held out another finger.

"two"

Furong lowered her head and sighed.

"I'm suspected of having amnesia now, but I'm not stupid." Furong rubbed Gabriel's hair affectionately, patted it a few more times, and said angrily.

In the days that followed, Furong was "caught" by her parents again to a magic hospital in France for a comprehensive check-up.

Regardless of her struggle.

Checked down, there are some minor abrasions and sprains on the legs, and a mild cold.

Other than that, no problem.

They were all wondering.

What has she been through these days?

England's St Mungo's Magic injury might be more effective? It was the most famous and best magic hospital in the wizarding world.

The doctor's explanation here is that there may be a self-protection mechanism that selectively forgets some things that are unfavorable to oneself, and has nothing to do with magic.

Another phase of inspection has come to an end.

Furong's mother found the last female doctor outside the ward,

What the beautiful blond woman wanted to ask was a little hard to say, but she hesitated.

"The thing you want to ask didn't happen, except for the possible amnesia, she is all normal." The female doctor saw Furong's mother's thoughts and shook her head.

"It's not like she has selective amnesia when she is stimulated." The female doctor gave her own judgment.

"Sister, don't you remember that bad guy at all?" Gabriel asked at the bedside. At this time, the Delacour family was staying in the hospital, and Furong, as the sick patient, was lying on the white bed. hospital bed.

She felt like her body was going to rust these days.

"Who is that, and why do you all think I should remember him, is he famous, or is that my boyfriend?" Furong also remembered the constant questioning of her parents before.

said impatiently.

Gabrielle's little face immediately became bitter, she leaned down, and sneakily pulled out a stack of newspapers from behind.

A copy of the Daily Prophet.

Above is a preview of the Goblet of Fire match.

On the title page is a photo of the four warriors. In the photo, Fleur is standing beside Malfoy, looking like they are snuggling, smiling brightly.

These were secretly hidden by Gabriel, whose parents had long since discarded the reports of Malfoy.

"Little white face?"

Furong sneered proudly.

I have no interest in this kind of person.

Gabrielle could only look at her sister with some fear, sighing at the fickleness of women.

Maybe it's not fickle, it's just that my sister has amnesia.

What about the previous note? Gabriel remembered the note from the house before.

Of course Pansy won't know the truth behind the news.

She just knew that Malfoy was still missing.

The girl came back safely, but what about the person who "kidnapped" her?

Pan Xi put down the newspaper, then sighed, pushed open the stone door, and walked to his bedroom.

In the afternoon is Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, take a good rest and take it seriously.

Just before that, she still opened her diary.

"Hogwarts has started, but you still haven't come back, so treat it like you're late. I'll criticize you well after you come back. You have to be prepared to be reprimanded by the prefect."

"It's fifth grade now, exams are really troublesome, I remember you're not afraid of exams, there are still many questions to ask you, but you're not here either.

"Gryffindor students are still so annoying, shamelessly cursing you."

"But I taught him a hard lesson." Pansy laughed softly when she thought that Ron was hit by her spell and his head was pressed to the bottom of the bowl, causing the soup to overflow.

"I will still wait for you to come back, as long as there is no definite news."

"Today I was happy again for nothing."

After writing the diary, Pansy dropped the pen and went to bed in the morning.

The afternoon is Mad-Eye Moody's class.

"Potter, come to the podium," Moody called from the podium as soon as the class began.

Harry also stood up nervously and walked up tremblingly.

"Potter, knock me down." Moody didn't call Ron again in this actual battle, but chose Harry Potter.

Compared to Ron's lack of strength, Harry's performance was much better.

Iron armor spell, disarming spell, used alternately back and forth, Harry's on-the-spot reaction and spell casting skills are much better than Ron's.

Suddenly, Harry seized Moody's flaw and decisively used a soft-leg spell on Moody. Moody had no defense, and the white light hit Moody's legs and feet at once, as if he lost his balance. , just when he was secretly rejoicing about it.

"Except your weapons."

A light flashed quickly.

He lost his mind, and Moody quickly disarmed his wand.

I also took a few steps back one after another and fell to the ground.

"You're a lot better than Weasley, and you don't have stage fright." Moody glanced at Harry.

"It just lacks some insight." Then he said hoarsely.

Moody looked at the bewildered Harry before lifting one of his pant legs.

It was a prosthetic leg made of wood, Harry remembered only now.

Harry suddenly realized that he knew his own vulnerability.

"Looks like you still learned something from last year's Triwizard Tournament." Moody still admitted Harry's skill at using spells.

"But not everyone has your luck, Potter."

"Everyone's talents are different, and their own conditions are also different"

"Like you, Mr Potter."

"So I hope that you can help some students who are not very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts after class."

"It's a battle between people after all."

"I didn't think that you would be able to fight against some powerful dark wizards, but I just hope that you can protect yourself when you encounter some minions." Moody said slowly.

"Observation is an important factor."

"For example, today, Potter was careless because of the "carelessness" I showed." Moody rolled his blue eyes and said slowly and seriously.

"Get carried away by the upcoming victory," he added.

Harry bowed his head in shame.