Chapter 213: Furong's invitation

The ensuing days were as usual as usual, and it couldn’t be more bland, the students took various classes that were boring or exciting, and the warriors were waiting for the first project at the same time in the process. .
It is worth mentioning that in the first black magic defense class after Pansy’s return, Professor Moody almost had a conflict with her, because the
sensitive
black magic defense class teacher thought Pansy’s walking posture It was deliberately imitating him, mocking his lame leg.
Fortunately, Malfoy quickly explained the reason.
After clarifying the "misunderstanding," Moody said: "The black wizard will not care whether you are fighting with injuries. They are not gentlemen. I hope that this lady can stick to the class and not be absent because of her injury."
"Of course, this is your own choice. After all, it's normal to ask for leave when you have a physical problem, not to mention you are still a girl." Moody coughed a few times, just like the opportunity to think at Pansy.
"What happened to the girls?" Pansy said angrily.
So Pansy decided to persevere, try not to get special treatment, fight against certain spells, and not have high requirements on the health of the body. After all, the part where the wand was waved was not his leg.
"Not bad willpower, there is much to do in the future." Moody said with appreciation, then frowned at Malfoy where Pansy was invisible, looking at his mouth, as if to say "girlfriend" or something. word.
Malfoy only thinks that this guy may have been in Azkaban for a long time, and his psychology has become repressed and distorted under strong pressure. In Hogwarts, he has to imitate an already nervous Auror before he can use this time to vent unbridledly. Your own emotions.
In addition, while the man was giving a lecture, he dragged his waste leg from time to time, wandering around the Malfoy desk, and then "inadvertently" used his cane in Malfoy's class. There were some marks on the table.
Look carefully-you can see that the scratches embedded in the wooden table are composed of the spelling of the word "Fire Dragon".
Day after day, time passed very quickly.
One afternoon, Hogwarts's low bell sounded as usual. After finishing the homework of the deformed class, Professor McGonagall announced that the get out of class would end, and many students came out of the classroom.
When Malfoy and Pansy were about to step out of the threshold, a silver bell-like female voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"I have something to tell you, as the Warriors of Booth Barton." Furong stretched out his wand at this time, blocking the two, and said to Malfoy.
She didn’t wear any special clothes today, just the ordinary school uniform of Booth Button. Even so, the fine silk woven clothes, the knitted blue lining collar, and a properly light blue canvas hat still set off Furong's elegant and calm temperament, coupled with her light smile, is enough to make people stand still and forget to return.
"I'm going too." Pansy said quickly.
"This is a discussion among the warriors." Furong immediately rejected Pansy's request.
"I will be back soon, just wait for me in the classroom, I promise." Malfoy felt that Furong's invitation was very serious and decided to go to the appointment, so he said to Pansy.
"Looking at how relaxed you are, you must already know how to deal with it?" Furong asked first.
"I don't deny it." Malfoy nodded gently. "Do you want to ask for information?" he asked. At the same time stopped his own pace.
At this time, the two had come to the lake and walked slowly around the lake. Because it was lunch time, no one was empty. It seemed very quiet. The only movement was that the center of the lake accidentally skipped the lake. Of unknown birds, waves of waves set off on the calm lake, and the ripples of the circle spread out.
"Of course not, I just want to provide some clues to someone who may not know, but obviously, the host of the information that the guests know must also know, you can now think that I am self-confident." Furong was helpless at this time. Say.
"Thank you for your kindness." Malfoy didn't know what to say. At least from now on, it seems that the girl has been greeting him. If she doesn't know the content of the game, she will reveal it to herself.
"I don't know if I can go back alive." Furong sighed, his emotions suddenly lowered, "Mrs. Maxim hopes I won, and I want to win too, but I have no confidence." Face life and death, this At that time, she suddenly showed her fragile side.
"Who wants to lose?" Malfoy asked back.
"Yeah, no one wants to lose." Furong said, "It's just that she desperately hopes to win Hogwarts once through this game. According to the history of the former Flame Cup, Hogwarts and Boothparton's score is 62 to 63, we are slightly inferior, as long as we win this time we will equalize.
"According to this, Demstrand should have never won once, and he wants to catch up again, at least for three hundred years." Malfoy could only comfort her from this angle.
Furong heard the words, and suddenly burst out laughing, the haze between the brows was swept away, the delicate face, the corner of the mouth slightly raised, the blue eyes narrowed slightly for the smile, the person who appeared bright for a while, it was just this She smiled back her bright smile quickly.
"I didn't pay attention to Demstrang's results, so they think they are really pitiful." Furong tried not to let himself appear to be gloating, because according to this calculation, the seven-hundred-year history of the top three competitions, the two schools Counting points, Destrom really hasn't won it once.
""But even so..." Furong sighed again, and his frowned look was particularly pitiful. "Now we have to admit that Hogwarts appeared under Dumbledore's development. Quite fast~EbookFREE.me~Our principal wants to take your principal to the altar through this game. "
"A woman with a strong heart is terrible," Malfoy said.
"He's just an ordinary old man. It's not a god. Why come to the altar?" He shook his head.
"Expecting to strike his reputation in this way is better than looking for Rita Skeeter to write the book "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" ahead of time, which may be immediate." But Malfoy Hold this sentence in my heart.
"Don't worry, Hogwarts' protective measures are very complete, you have to believe in your own strength." Malfoy can only comfortably say another way, now this may be the only thing he can do.
"Borrowing your good words, I also wish you a good result!" Furong said heartily and couldn't help showing a smile, suddenly feeling a lot easier.
In this school, either the boy who coveted her beauty or the girl who was jealous of her, such ordinary conversation made her very relaxed.
Maybe they can start with their friends first?
Furong's thoughts were a little erratic, then suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, have you read the newspaper?" Furong asked suddenly, his face flushed slightly.
"What newspaper?" Malfoy was a little strange.
"Oh, nothing, goodbye." The look on Furong's face suddenly turned cold, and then immediately turned around and walked away quickly.
"It's hard to guess." Malfoy shook his head, not knowing what offended her.
"I think it might be cold on the day of the game." Malfoy said softly as Furong's back was about to disappear from his eyes.
The slender girl's back suddenly froze, and then went on without looking back.
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