Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Harry woke up from his slumber, gasping for breath, as if he had been running, and pressed his hands tightly to his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was burning with pain. , as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, clutching the scar with one hand, groping in the dark with the other for the glasses on the nightstand. He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clear. The light from the street lamp outside the window through the curtains enveloped the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.

It was obvious that he might have had a nightmare and saw something else.

It was not the first time during this holiday that he often woke up from his sleep. He was sure he saw it, but he couldn't believe it.

One of his hands fumbled to get his glasses from the bedside table, and then put them on, the blurry scene in front of his eyes gradually became clear in his eyes.

The light from the streetlights outside the window shone through the curtains, shrouding the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, still in severe pain. He turned on the lamp beside him, rolled over and got out of bed, walked across the room, opened the wardrobe, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the cabinet door. A thin fourteen-year-old boy was looking at him in the mirror, green, bewildered eyes beneath his tousled black hair. Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and saw nothing unusual, but it still ached.

He desperately recalled the scene in the dream, even if it was just what he had just dreamed about, Harry found that he couldn't grasp the key point at all.

There were two men he knew, Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort.

Harry learned from the former's name for the latter.

Harry felt like he was stuffed with a piece of ice just out of the fridge in his stomach, and fear gripped his heart.

In the desolate courtyard of these two men, the night was cold. Harry wanted to hear what they said, but found that he didn't remember much. The only thing that impressed him was Peter Pettigrew's flattering tone and panic. .

Make him gag.

He wished it was a dream, but it was so real.

Shaking his head, Harry sneaked to the toilet, turned on the faucet, washed his face, and calmed himself down.

He cautiously groped back to his room to avoid waking up several of his relatives, but Dudley's snoring was so loud upstairs that it was unnecessary worry.

Back in his room, with the neon light outside the window, Harry stared blankly at the photo on the bedside table, which was hanging in the frame, and several boys in the photo were looking at him with smiles on their faces.

It was not brought to him by Hagrid two years ago, but by his godfather who found it out of the house and gave it to him.

"Fortunately my parents didn't destroy it." Sirius said happily when he handed the photo to Harry at the time, all the decorations in his room were spelled by him himself, not his own words, even if It was Dumbledore who had come, and it might have taken a lot of work to get these pictures down.

Sirius knew that Harry wanted to know more about his parents, so Sirius chose to send him the photo.

Harry is very confused now, not knowing what to do with the pain in his head, should he ask his friend or his godfather for help.

Hermione would definitely suggest that he seek help from Professor Dumbledore, or find a thick tome telling him of some magical injury he might have, or suggest that he go to St Mungo's Hospital .

And Ron is expected to become nervous, and may immediately tell Mrs. Weasley the news, and then the Weasley family will know that he has a headache.

Maybe George and Fred will also give him some "special" treats.

And what about Sirius? Harry thought it was a great person to ask.

Harry missed him more and more.

His friends and the godfather who had cleared his wrongs had been by his side not long ago, when he was extremely determined that this vacation would be the happiest summer he ever had.

A letter suddenly appeared in his hand through the delivery of the owl.

"Harry, maybe it's a little hard for you to accept, but I have to tell you that you need to go back to your uncle's house immediately, because I can't tell you in detail for the time being, but I hope you can listen to me, this is It's for your safety." The handwriting was left by someone he knew very well.

At the end of the letter and on the cover of the envelope, Albus Dumbledore's name is written in cursive script.

If it wasn't for the last sentence, when Dumbledore added that he would still be able to go to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry felt like he would have broken down.

Even if he was reluctant, in the face of a letter from Dumbledore, Harry chose to follow it, so the four of them parted ways and agreed to reunite after the Quidditch World Cup.

Harry walked to the window, stared at the heavy dark blue sky outside the window, and suddenly saw a black spot in the distance, and then the black spot gradually grew in his sight, from far to near, and finally to the one in front of him. window.

Harry could see clearly now that it was an owl, the one Sirius gave to Ron at Hogsmeade at that time, and Ron had not named the owl at the time, so Harry didn't know either. How to call it.

"Come in." Harry quickly opened the window and let the owl in, it should be cold outside at this time.

Hedwig was in the cage, eyes wide open, staring straight at this same kind, but his eyes were not very friendly.

"This is Ron's owl, his new pet," Harry whispered to Hedwig, as if introducing, and took a letter from the owl's claws.

"Harry, are you still doing well? I thought we could spend the whole vacation together, but I really didn't expect that your relatives wouldn't embarrass you after you got home, right?" It says so on the parchment.

"I'm fine," Harry whispered, even when Ron wasn't around.

Compared with some kind of weird magic, the effect of murderers is more deterrent. At least this family is still in awe of criminals who flout the law.

After he came back, Harry heard his uncle say at the dinner table from time to time if he should call the police and catch the murderer.

Of course, Harry had to hold back his laughter when he heard this, or he might be punished again.

Azkaban couldn't keep his godfather, how could a Muggle prison keep him?

Most likely, of course, the police couldn't even see his face.

Harry's eyes continued to look down, and Ron's letter continued: "The letter from Professor Dumbledore was really disappointing, but fortunately we will meet again soon, the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon. Here it goes! My mom and dad keep talking about you, Harry, by the way, and George and Fred, they invent some weird stuff, waiting for you to experiment, um, of course, I will To warn them, let them be more restrained, and it is said that the Ministry of Magic made some moves when you came home. They're all worried about it, and I don't know what he's worried about, who else is willing to do that dirty work besides him?"

Even these trivial things, Harry watched with relish, he could imagine what Mrs. Weasley's expression was like.

"It turned out to be a false alarm. It seems that only a few idlers who often make mistakes were fired." Harry was relieved when he saw this.

"I also heard that Malfoy's dad donated a lot of money to St Mungo's Witch's Hospital, it's unbelievable, I didn't believe their family would be so generous, but my dad told me later that their family was for fame , Malfoy's father has only entered the Ministry of Magic, and he needs to be more stable in his position."

Seeing this, Harry remembered the unpleasant things that happened in Sirius' ancestral house before.

Most importantly, of course, he had driven Lupin away, which was unforgivable to him.

"By the way, my dad also got some of the best tickets from the Department of Magic and Sports, and Sirius must have accepted the invitation, so we can go to the game together."

Just after Harry read the letter, he felt a little hungry, and he bent down and took out a large box from under his wooden bed.

This is the food that Sirius gave him.

Dudley has been on a diet for the entire vacation because he is too fat, perhaps to accommodate Dudley's emotions, and his own food is limited.

Of course, there should be very few times when you can eat enough.

As long as he stayed for a few more days, he could leave this ghost place.

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After the love agent incident that day, Malfoy's punishment for Pansy was finally left unfinished. Maybe he thought that Pansy's encounter with this kind of thing at that time could be regarded as the biggest punishment.

"You take all this as if it never happened, do you hear? Draco." Pansy said with a blushing face after laying down on the bed and drinking a glass of brown sugar water to regain some strength.

"In my opinion, this is a sign of maturity, even though I'm still a little girl in my heart. At least the body is still developing." Malfoy used a flat tone to explain a topic that made Pansy almost mad with shame.

At this time, Malfoy didn't know what to say. He originally planned to punish her in a way to make her remember, but now there are no feasible conditions.

"It's like you're not the same age as me." Pansy thought angrily, but she still put on a pitiful look on her face.

"I definitely won't be able to get married in the future," she said tearfully. "So you are responsible, Draco." She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, but there was still a slight gap between her fingers. One eye opened secretly, watching Malfoy's reaction.

However, Malfoy still had that unflattering expression. He didn't respond to Pansy's question, and instead said, "You rest here, when are you ready, when are you discussing your whimsical ideas."

Then he walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's pitiful look.

"Headache." Malfoy closed the door with a "click", leaned his back against it, and sighed softly.

The love of youth, who can predict? If so many things hadn't happened, Pansy should still be a carefree and unruly young lady now.

Well, it is now, but it should be a little cuter.

When I accommodated her, I just wanted to leave some more changes in this world, to change the people, things, and things around me.

Try not to lose your way, and know what to do and what to protect, so she chose to influence her in a subtle way.

Malfoy also knew that Pansy was working in her own way, and she now understood what was right and what was wrong.

But feelings are not right or wrong.

He's not that slow, not just the love potion this time, he already knew Pansy's mood earlier, she always showed it clearly, but he always turned a blind eye.

Because he felt that this was just a vague admiration for the opposite sex when he was young. If he was older, he might not be so focused. If his mental age and physical age were the same, he might still be indulged in this atmosphere. Play a couple game with Pansy.

But he is not, he is a transmigrator, his mentality is that of an adult, and his accommodation to her before is more like tolerance like a sister, rather than a lover.

Moreover, Pansy couldn't keep up with the road he was going to walk. It would be better to say that the less she had to do with him, the safer she would be in the future.

Voldemort would use close people to coerce others, even his own staff.

This is also the reason why Malfoy chose to treat Hermione coldly at the beginning. At that time, the first-year candy store should have been dizzy for a while and made such an impulsive behavior.

But the subsequent troll still made him soberly realize that everything he did would have an irreparable impact on the world, so that it might hurt the innocent people around him.

"Maybe I just don't want to see girls cry." Malfoy shook his head, a little bitter in his heart: "Although I did cry a lot later."

He quickly realized that this was not good for either party, so Malfoy decisively used the excuse that was not an excuse to disconnect from Hermione.

Friends have always understood each other, just because of that kind of prank-like reason, it's really absurd, the only explanation, this is his active behavior.

After an unknown amount of time, Malfoy's eyes regained firmness and clarity.

With a "crunch", the door was opened again, and Malfoy saw Pansy, who had gotten out of bed secretly, lying back in a panic.

"I just got up to take a look," Pansy explained hastily.

"Let's have a good talk, Pansy." Malfoy ignored Pansy's perfunctory apology, but stared at her intently and said deeply.