Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

This is a smaller classroom, and most desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle. But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desks were five chairs, one of which sat Ludo Bagman.

A man with a big belly was holding a large black camera with a slight smoke in his hand, and was watching Hibiscus out of the corner of his eye.

What's your wand made of? Draco? Fleur inquired as if asking an ordinary thing, the two of them sitting very close to each other in their chairs now.

Miss Delacour, can I understand what information you are spying? Malfoy raised his eyelids in a bit of trouble and made a joke.

Is there anything worth keeping secret, isn't it going to be made public later, aren't we here today to let them check the wand? Furong said with some resentment.

It seems that the two warriors at Hogwarts and Beauxbatons have a very good relationship. There was applause from behind the two, and Fleur quickly turned around and saw a witch in a magenta robe facing them both. man smiling.

Ah. Malfoy sneezed at this time, Fleur turned around suddenly, and the slightly shampoo-smelling hair brushed the tip of his nose, making him feel a little itchy.

Who are you? Fleur asked.

Master Malfoy, we meet again! The woman approached the two of them with a mocking smile, ignoring Fleur's question for the time being.

Mr. Lucius would be proud of you, she said flatteringly, before reaching out to Fleur and saying, Hi, my name is Rita Skeeter, and I'm a special guest for the Goblet of Fire this time. Journalist, the Daily Prophet needs me to write a few small articles for them.

Vulgar powdery air, vulgar taste. Furong took a step back in disgust, looking at the middle-aged woman in front of her, she didn't even bother to maintain the most basic politeness.

Her hair was in delicate, stiff, grotesque curls, and it looked so awkward to match her big-chinned face. She wears a pair of bejeweled glasses. The fat fingers were clutching the crocodile leather handbag, and the nails were two inches long and painted red.

When she was at the door just now, Furong didn't quite feel it, but now that this woman was approaching, she was startled to realize that a strong sense of disgust suddenly appeared in her heart.

Oh, hehe... Rita showed an embarrassed smile at this time, not sure if she was used to it or for some other reason.

This is the famous Mr. Viktor Klum. You are more handsome than you look in the photo. Can I interview you with a few questions? In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Rita chose to switch targets. Targeted the silent Durmstrang warrior in the corner.

Krum closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

Someone worthy of hating, it is impossible for only one person to hate her, but Krum's way of using it is so euphemistic.

Harry Potter! At this time, her savior finally came. She found an interviewee who should not reject her. Harry was coming in from the door sideways when he saw a middle-aged woman excited. Pounced on him.

Everyone is here now, hurry up, let's start, the referees can't wait. Ludo Bagman stood up at this time, ready to lead the Warriors to the next inspection.

Can I have a few words with Harry before we start? she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry, youngest warrior, you know...to add to the article color.

No problem! Bagman exclaimed, that's--I wonder if Harry objected?

Um— Harry said.

Well, that little devil is a little pitiful. Furong showed a rare sympathy at this time. I almost suffocate the smell of that inferior perfume. Then she waved her hand in front of her, as if to drive the smell away.

The kid you're talking about should be in the same grade as me. Malfoy shrugged.

Of course you're different. Furong looked straight at the boy in front of her, and her heart was a little complicated.

She never imagined that she would also have a day when she would dedicate herself to a boy. It had always been the other way around before, the stars holding the moon was her treatment, and even this boy was a few years younger than her.

Maybe it was Malfoy's indifference to her looks that had aroused her conquest, or maybe it was the goodwill that he had done a few times before, but the situation had developed like this.

In fact, Malfoy was not as calm as she imagined. He had no idea how many times he had gotten along with this girl these days. The enthusiasm and initiative of Fleur from France made him a little overwhelmed. Needless to say, there is still a time when the charm bonus from Veela blood makes him feel very headache.

There is also the issue of age. Furong's age will not make him feel guilty at all.

Flour? A woman's voice came in from outside the door, and Malfoy saw Fleur stand up from her chair immediately, guessing that the voice was from Madame Maxime.

It should be the principal and the referee.

Sure enough, after Madame Maxime entered the room, several other related personnel were actually hiding behind the shadows behind her.

There is also a new face - an old wizard with a medium stature. From all aspects, he is ordinary, but the wise light and self-confidence from those two large light-colored eyes make people want to be convinced.

People who have studied to the extreme in a certain field generally have such characteristics.

Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander. Dumbledore sat down in the referee's bench and said to several warriors, He is one of the three largest wandmakers in Europe, and at our invitation, he served as the Goblet of Fire. Wand testing is working and soon he will be checking your wands to make sure they are in good condition before the game.

Ollivander stood by the window, nodded slightly, and smiled at Malfoy, his former customer.

Oh, we should wait a little longer, there is another warrior not present. Dumbledore looked around at this time and found that there was one person missing.

Potter is giving a brief interview with Rita Skeeter. Ludo explained, just as he was talking, the door was suddenly opened, and Harry was trying to escape from the woman behind him The distance, slammed into it.

Okay, everyone's here now, let's start, can you, Mr. Ollivander? Dumbledore pushed his frame, then put it down, maintaining his usual fingertip alignment posture, turned his head and asked.

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