Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"What I saw before was fake, right? Malfoy?" the male student asked in a panic, his short curly black hair was covered in sweat, one can imagine how much fright he had experienced before, of course there were also May be caused by running too fast.

At that time, he threw the book away almost immediately, fled from the library as if he was running for his life, even regardless of how many bookshelves and other students he bumped into, he found Marr in the lounge, who was cooking around the fireplace. Fu, this is their backbone, and he wants to get a negative answer from him.

But he didn't even say what was wrong.

The fire in the fireplace was so strong that their faces were flushed with the rising flames.

"What are you looking at?" Pansy asked curiously, leaning over her little face.

"What are you talking about." Malfoy frowned, showing a hint of doubt, but he had already guessed what happened, which was faster than he expected.

"It seems that Slytherin students still love to study and go to the library." He thought silently in his heart, but his face still showed a confused look.

"Follow me." The male student grabbed his wrist, trying to pull Malfoy out of his chair and rush to the library to verify whether what he saw was true or false.

"I can walk on my own, my strength is slack!" Malfoy's other hand picked up the wand and tapped it, then released his grip, and turned his wrist to move a bit before saying: "It's hard for me to imagine that Is there anything that can make you so rude, I remember your courage is not small, what? Did you find some new black magic in the library?"

Malfoy said in a playful tone, apparently on purpose.

"Black magic?" Hearing this slightly taboo word, the other Slytherin students who were resting in the lounge all gathered around at once, staring at the boy with burning eyes.

"No, no, it's not black magic." Seeing so many people crowding around at once, the boy started stammering, not knowing how to explain, his intuition, if the secret he saw was true, then if so many people at the same time You know, the results will never be great.

"Then let's go take a look together and see what black magic made you look like this." Malfoy waved his hand, and everyone present walked out of the lounge in a mighty manner. Spectacular.

"Don't, don't be like this." The boy looked at the group of high-spirited students in horror. He felt that he might have made a big mistake and wanted to refuse, but he was still surrounded and carried over.

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"Nonsense." Next to the bookshelf, Malfoy said confidently, but the wand that followed him with a trembling hand had already exposed his emotions, panic and panic.

"It's not easy to be an acting school." He sighed inwardly, but he still made this gesture on the bright side, making himself appear overwhelmed and trying his best to restrain himself.

"Tell me, what are your intentions, you dare to carefully compile such a ridiculous lie, to slander the great ... that person?" Malfoy's hand suddenly stopped shaking, and he lifted it up quickly, moving smoothly. In a blink of an eye, the wand in his right hand had been directly pressed against the male student's throat, and his light gray eyes looked coldly at the student in front of him, as if a dead soul was about to be born in the Hogwarts library in the next moment. .

The rest of the students were silent, and no one dared to stop them.

"I didn't, I swear!"

"I also think it's fake,

That's why I came to you for confirmation! "Faced with the threat of death (he thought), the male student's voice began to become hollow, his feet were trembling constantly, and he repeatedly reiterated that he just discovered this book by accident, and also expressed his attitude.

"You should be thankful that there are so many people here today." Malfoy retracted his wand from his throat, wiped it, and said lightly.

This Slytherin student only felt that he had just walked through the gate of hell, and the cold sweat had soaked the robe behind him. Now he just wanted to take a deep breath, and at the same time cursed himself in the bottom of his heart, why did he go stupid? Ask this question and pretend that you don't know anything about it.

Some secrets are really never known.

"We've never been to the library today, have we?" Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he glanced around the audience, all of whom were beating drums and their heartbeats quickening.

"I have been in the dormitory today, I have to go back and write the homework assigned by Professor Flitwick." A tall, thin student patted his head hastily, showing a stunned expression, and then hurriedly hurried squeezed out of the crowd.

"I should be doing my Potions homework now..."

"I've been training at the Quidditch pitch..." everyone said, and then scattered, the strong sense of oppression left a deep imprint on their hearts, and they decided to keep it secret and rot the secret to themselves in the stomach.

However, there is only one person who knows a secret, and two people can only call it a secret.

So many people know at the same time, even if it can be kept secret, what's the point?

"But I can't forget it now, Draco, are you going to kill me?" The students who gathered together ran away in a blink of an eye, and only Pansy was left beside Malfoy, looking at him pitifully. He looked like he was about to cry, as if he was really worried about his own safety.

"Then I don't mind taking some tough measures." Malfoy raised his wand without looking at Pansy, and said softly, "Forget it..."

"It's just a joke, are you really willing to use a spell on me?" Pansy immediately waved his hand, stuck out his tongue at him playfully, and then quickly showed a deeply beaten expression and lowered himself eyelids.

"Look, haven't we been dating in the library all the time? We haven't touched a single book." She whispered, looking at her fingertips silently.

"It's a coincidence, I'm just joking." Malfoy put away his wand calmly. "You have time for jokes and worry about the game against Ravenclaw this afternoon."

Malfoy touched his chin and said with some regret: "I think the morale of our academy team today may be the lowest in history. I hope you won't lose too badly."

"No." Pansy said depressedly, and his mood immediately dropped.

"Don't worry, you guys behave well, I'll give you a surprise at Christmas." Malfoy then patted her head comfortably.

"Maybe." Pansy replied with little interest. The victory and advantage she won in the first game was wiped out like this, which still made her very uncomfortable. (To be continued.)