Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the dimly lit room, several sides of the wall were covered with medieval-style adventure tapestries and a portrait of Slytherin himself, covering almost the entire wall, and green silk wall hangings were also dissatisfied, and a few cots were covered with silver. silk sheets, and the ceiling is full of silver-white lanterns. "Hunting" Net WWW. ΔLie Wen. Cc

Today, the Slytherin students here all left their dormitories because of Christmas, and now there are only one person and one mouse left.

"How's it going? Are you in a state of desperation now that you're scared to death by a dog bark?" Malfoy squatted down and looked at the big iron cage in front of him. The next cage, the size of an adult man, now only contains a mouse, curled up in the corner.

"Oh, look." Malfoy pretended to be surprised, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, covered with detailed maps and words, and shook it in front of the mouse, "Isn't your name Banban? Why is Peter displayed on this map?" Malfoy said jokingly, his eyes narrowed.

"It seems that Weasley has treated you very well, and has given you another name that is commonly used by people, right?" Malfoy said, tapping the large iron cage with his hand, and the well-polished jet black iron rod was on it. The blackness was so deep that it almost absorbed all the light around it.

Scared with the shaking of the cage, Banban fled desperately. He felt that he was doomed. When he saw the map, he understood everything, and no longer wondered why he was halfway down the road when a man fell from the sky. The cage was covered and strange.

"You are thinner than I thought, and if you were thinner, the gap in this cage might not be able to hold you." Malfoy said while rubbing his chin.

"How about you, haven't been to Slytherin's bedroom yet. Does the smell here make you more used to it than Gryffindor's bedroom?" Malfoy stood up and opened his arms.

"But even betrayal is rare in our Slytherin Academy, and it's something worth spurning."

Every time Malfoy said a word, Banban's heart became more and more nervous and frightened. The huge fear was like a giant python, and he might be told to swallow it at any time. He even wanted to change back into human form and begged for mercy directly, but this cage It completely restricted the operation of the magic power in his body, making him unable to return to his original appearance. Now he can only scream desperately, showing his unease and fear.

"Are you right? Peter Pettigrew? Lord Dark Lord's not-so-faithful servant?" Malfoy's eyebrows twitched.

"It's also possible that you prefer the name Wormtail." Malfoy pretended to tilt his head and thought, as if he was really worried about what to call him.

Peter Pettigrew now shrank back into the corner of the cage,

Unceasingly shivered, the hair all over his body stood up like a hedgehog. On his pointed nose, those small black eyes were rolling around in the deep concave sockets, as if thinking of a way to escape.

"You must be curious now, right? Why do I know this secret." Malfoy said slowly, but the tighter his tone became, the deeper his eyes became.

"I'm very lucky." Malfoy continued, "The twin brothers of your current master gave me a very useful map." Malfoy sighed, "Big feet, prongs, wormtails , Moon Face... When you were involved in making this map, did you ever think that one day you would be counted by this map?"

Peter Pettigrew's trembling body gradually stopped.

"You must have been to Filch's office quite a few times, right?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "I have a good relationship with him now, and he often complains to me about a rat disturbing him, and his Madam Norris's soul has been hooked away."

"Want to get the map back? Run away from Black?" Malfoy sneered. "You are still so timid, you have never considered taking the initiative to solve the problem, you can only escape, and if you can't escape, you choose to betray." Malfoy applauded, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like she really appreciates it. .

"I should be able to answer the questions in your heart. Why do you think I know this secret?"

"I'm thinking about what to do next now." Malfoy held his chin on the wand in his hand with a thoughtful look.

"Do you think a dog-and-mouse fight looks good?" Malfoy asked, and then he laughed. "I'm looking forward to what happens when you two are put in a cage." Malfoy's wand pointed under his own bed, and the little boy Peter Dwarf involuntarily followed the direction of his wand and looked over.

In an instant, he only felt that he had nowhere to go.

Playing as a mouse for many years has taught him night vision skills. Under the dark bed, he saw another cage, bigger than the one aimed at him, laying a black dog he knew all too well, that's all The fundamental reason why he has behaved like this since days.

After finally stopping the trembling body, it began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt that in front of this boy, his deep-seated, unbearable secret was like an onion that was peeled off piece by piece, nakedly revealed.

He doubted that if he got along with Blake in this state, he would be bitten off his neck immediately.

He was so terrified that he scratched the hard floor with his claws desperately, making an unpleasant noise, trying to leave a mark on the ground.

"Perhaps you can go the same way as Black." Malfoy ignored Peter Pettigrew's manic actions now that he had lost his mind, and continued to say to himself: "I have a little bit of Veritaserum left here. , it's delicious, do you want to try it?" He took out a small transparent bottle from his arms, and there was still about one-tenth of the liquid in it.

Malfoy shook his head and sighed, and said with a finger: "His willpower is very tenacious, as expected of a man who has been tortured by Dementors for more than ten years and still remains sane. I filled him with half a bottle of him. Start telling the truth."

Malfoy gave Peter a contemptuous look, then said, "You, one drop is enough?"

Peter finally knew how Malfoy had learned the secrets about him.

But under the pressure of fear of death, Peter Pettigrew's head began to fly, and he was thinking about how he should beg for mercy in order to seek a chance for his own life.

Just as he was thinking, a magic wand suddenly inserted into the gap between the iron bars of the cage, and the tip burst out violently with a fierce blue-white light. Dasheng's light pierced his eyes and had to close his eyes.

The rat's small mouth kept screaming sharply.

His little black body twitched wildly on the floor, another dazzling flash, and then—it was like a quick shot of a tree growing. A head appeared on the ground; limbs also stretched out; after a while, a man was standing on the spot where the mouse was, cringing his hands, shaking like a sieve, his narrowed eyes kept looking around. , just didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the boy in front of him.

"How long has it been since you took a bath?" Malfoy's eyes were full of disgust, but he took a few steps closer to the cage and said in a light tone that was completely different from before: "But, I have to say, you are lucky , Peter."

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Compared to Peter Pettigrew, who is lucky, Sirius Black's luck may not be so good.

Even a cunning fox can't fight a good hunter, because from the innate position, the hunter is already invincible. If the hunter does not catch the prey, there will be no serious consequences, but once the prey is caught, the final result can be imagined. Know.

Back in time earlier, on the vacation Malfoy was discussing with Fudge.

When Malfoy and Fudge had concluded their discussions, he braved the snowstorm and returned to the castle, and got a surprise.

Filch happily ran over with his oil lamp to inform him that the big black dog he wanted to catch had been caught, and then Filch took him to his room, which was still dilapidated and full of Went to the office of grilled fish smell.

"Look, this one is right," Filch said proudly.

A cage was placed on his desk, and a large black dog was staring directly at them. It was hard to imagine a dog making such a focused expression.

It's still the same iron cage, but compared to Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black's stature is much larger. There is no fear or panic in the black dog's eyes, but instead shows ferocity and indifference. "

Sometimes, asking for help appropriately will make the person helping you feel more fulfilled and trust you more.

So Filch was asked by Malfoy. Malfoy said that recently, a black dog has always appeared in the dormitories of various colleges, and it always haunts at night, not barking, disturbing their sleep.

This may be the first time Filch has been asked by a student, giving him the first taste of being recognized.

So he approached the job with more enthusiasm than Malfoy.

In addition, Malfoy often studied the route that Blake took when he entered the school against the Marauder's map, and found out the law of Blake's movement.

Intentionally calculating without any intention, the one who was able to escape Azkaban prison was planted in an iron cage so easily.

"How about handing him over to the principal?" Filch said excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"Then I guess Professor Dumbledore will be "forgiving" and let it go again." Malfoy said with a shrug.

"No, it took me so long to catch it." Filch quickly shook his head and refused. The secret passage in the school with Malfoy was almost full of traps, and he himself often went to inspect, and only today The dog was caught, and it was unacceptable to let him go so lightly.

He looked up at Mrs. Norris, whose whole body was hanging from the chandelier, and said with love in her eyes: "It's because of this dog that his spirits have been sluggish these days. Look at how pitiful she is. ." Mrs. Norris yawned lazily when she heard the words.

"How about dog meat hotpot." Malfoy snapped his fingers.

"Is this thing edible?" Filch stared at the cage and swallowed.

"Of course." Malfoy nodded, and then made a few more polite words with Filch before making an excuse to get the cage back.

But after that, he didn't go back to his dormitory, but walked along the long stairs, wanting to go higher on the floor, until the eighth floor.

"I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place, I need a quiet place." Malfoy kept thinking in his heart, and in front of him was a huge tapestry, a huge and ugly monster Beating the silly Barnabas in front of him with a stick, Malfoy kept walking up and down the aisle, as if waiting for something.

A sleek door suddenly emerged from the wall.

"It's hidden here, isn't it?" Malfoy said, looking at the black dog in the cage.

In addition to the iron cage, Malfoy in this room pushed the door directly with the cage in his arms, and the unpleasant smell of dust came from his nostrils, which made him cough a few times.

"This is my first time here." Malfoy thought to himself, casually keeping the cage on the ground, making a dull thumping sound, and then began to look at it.

It's not so much a utility room as it's a city with high walls... There are crumbling piles of broken furniture along the streets... There are thousands of books, no doubt* *, books that have been scribbled or stolen; there are winged slingshots and maces, a few of which are still hovering feebly over the mountains of forbidden objects; some broken bottles contain frozen potions; And hats, jewelry, capes….

Room of Requirement.

"Well, this place isn't bad," Malfoy said, bending over to Blake in the cage. "The absolute silence and secrecy allow me, a Hogwarts student, to communicate with a fugitive from Azkaban in peace."

"Introduce myself first. My name is Draco Malfoy. In terms of seniority and blood, I might call you uncle. Oh, of course, it may be uncle. I have never been interested in these names." Malfoy straightened up and began to introduce himself.

Black's front paws slowly lifted and dropped again, breathing heavily, and those indifferent eyes kept watching Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, I look like I forgot something." Malfoy said, waking up from a dream, then put his wand into the cage and began to chant a spell, and the black dog in the cage followed the spell. Gradually growing up, the black animal hair slowly faded, and Blake gradually revealed his angular face and tall and thin body.

Because of the latter, he had to curl up in a cage to get a place to stay. (To be continued.)