Furong was lying on Gabriel's short desk in a bit of sleepiness. She was already a little tired, and being questioned was also a very painful thing.
Especially when she clearly felt that everything was fine with her.
The female doctor asked very unnutritious questions.
"Sister, how much is this?"
Gabriel slipped into the room quietly, trotted to Furong's body, and held up a tender white finger.
Dangling in front of Furong.
"one"
Furong said weakly.
What about this one
Gabriel held up another finger.
"two"
Fu Rong lowered her head and sighed.
"I'm suspected of losing my memory now, but I'm not stupid." Fu Rong rubbed Gabriel's hair affectionately, patted it a few more times, and said angrily.
In the days that followed, Fu Rong was "caught" by her parents and taken to a magical hospital in France for a comprehensive examination.
Regardless of her best efforts to fight.
After examination, there were some minor abrasions and sprains on the legs, and a mild cold.
Other than that it's fine.
They are all wondering.
What has she been going through these days
Perhaps England's St. Mungo's magic injury will be more effective? It was the most famous and outstanding 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 not good for oneself, which has nothing to do with magic.
Another stage of inspection has come to an end.
Furong's mother found the female doctor from last time outside the ward. This beautiful blond woman wanted to ask something, but she was a little embarrassed to speak, and she hesitated to speak.
"The thing you wanted to ask didn't happen. Except for possible amnesia, she is normal." The female doctor saw Furong's mother's thoughts and shook her head.
"It's not like she has selective amnesia after being stimulated." The female doctor gave her own judgment.
"Sister, don't you remember that villain at all?" Gabriel asked in front of the hospital bed at this time. At this time, Delacour's family was staying in the hospital. disease**.
She felt that her body was going to rust these days.
"Who is that? Why do you all think I should remember him? Is he famous, or is that my boyfriend?" Fu Rong also remembered the insinuating questions her parents kept asking her before.
Said impatiently.
Gabriel's little face immediately became bitter, she bent down, and secretly pulled out a stack of newspapers from behind her.
A copy of the Daily Prophet.
The above is a preview of the Goblet of Fire competition.
A group photo of the four warriors was printed on the title page. In the photo, Fleur was standing beside Malfoy, looking like a snuggle, smiling brightly.
These were all secretly hidden by Gabriel, and her parents had long since discarded the previous reports about Malfoy.
"Little boy?"
Fu Rong sneered proudly.
I'm not interested in this kind of person.
Gabriel could only look at her sister with some fear, lamenting the fickleness of women.
Maybe it's not fickle, it's just that my sister has lost her memory.
What about the note from before? Gabriel remembered the note at home again.
Of course Pansy will not know the truth behind this news.
All she knew was that Malfoy was still missing.
The girl came back safely, but what about the person who "kidnapped" her
Pansy put down the newspaper, then sighed, pushed open the stone door, and walked to her bedroom.
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, just treat it as you are late. I will criticize you well when you come back. You have to be prepared to be scolded by the prefects,"
"It's the fifth grade now, and the exam is really troublesome. I remember that you are not afraid of the exam, and there are many questions I want to ask you, but you are not here.
"The Gryffindor students are still so annoying, shamelessly cursing you."
"But I gave him a hard lesson." Pansy laughed softly when she thought that Ron was hit by her spell, and his whole head was pressed to the bottom of the bowl, causing the soup to overflow.
"I will still wait for your return, as long as there is no definite news."
"Today I was happy in vain again."
After writing the diary, Pansy put down the pen and took a nap in **.
Afternoon is Mad-Eye Moody's class.
"Potter, come to the podium," Moody called from the podium as soon as class started.
Harry also stood up nervously, and walked up tremblingly.
"Potter, knock me down." Moody didn't call Ron again this time, but chose Harry Potter.
Compared to Ron's inability to fight back, Harry's performance was much better.
Iron Armor Curse, Disarming Charm, used alternately back and forth, Harry's on-the-spot reaction and spell-casting skills are much better than Ron's.
Suddenly, Harry caught Moody's weak point, and decisively used a soft leg curse on Moody. Moody had no defense, and the white light hit Moody's legs and feet, as if he lost his balance. , just when he was secretly delighted by this.
"Disarm you."
A ray of light quickly passed by.
His mind wandered, and Moody quickly disarmed his wand.
I also took a few steps back and then fell to the ground.
"You're much better than Weasley, and you're not stage-frightened." Moody glanced at Harry.
"It's just a lack of insight." Then he said hoarsely.
Moody looked at the bewildered Harry before he lifted one of his trouser legs.
It was a wooden leg, Harry remembered now.
Only then did Harry suddenly realize that he knew his loophole.
"Looks like you learned something from last year's Triwizard Tournament." Moody still acknowledged Harry's skill with spells.
"But not everyone is as lucky as you, Potter."
"Everyone's talent is 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 ultimately a battle between people."
"I didn't expect you to be able to fight against some powerful dark wizards. 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 my "carelessness"." Moody rolled his blue eyes and said slowly and seriously.
"To get carried away with the victory that is at hand," he added.
Harry lowered his head in shame.