Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Tell me, what did you add to the compound decoction? My dear partner?" Moody asked eagerly to the boy in front of him.

In Moody's office, he was speaking gruffly to a teenager.

"Although the curved wine bottle allows me to refill the compound decoction on time and conceal my identity by the way, I still don't think it's safe enough." He continued, coughed heavily, and glanced at the bookcase hanging on the shelf. He took out the brown curved wine bottle, shook the liquid in it, and looked at it with his terrifying, magical eyes.

"Of course it was to fool them." The boy Moody was staring at responded to him at this time.

The boy is naturally none other than Malfoy who used the compound decoction in the second project.

Malfoy stood up casually from the armchair he was sitting on, walked to Moody's side, and pushed the wine bottle that Moody had put on the table back in front of him.

"I got the news of the second project from Ludo Bagman a long time ago, so I was prepared. As for the compound decoction, it is natural to prevaricate what they said." Malfoy shrugged, half-truth. Fake explanation.

"Okay." Moody said with a bit of disappointment, "I thought I could drink less of this nasty thing, but I didn't expect to continue."

Suddenly, Moody's brows furrowed, and he saw a small red flag on his desk begin to turn in circles.

"By the way, so... how did you get out of Dumbledore's hypnosis?" He quickly returned to normal, his brows stretched, he stopped looking at the flag, and seemed to be thinking of something puzzling. He suddenly looked at Malfoy with his penetrating eyes, and asked intermittently.

"Are you underestimating me?" Malfoy glanced at him sideways, "The old man's hypnosis can't do anything to me when I'm on guard, not to mention that he has to show his gentleness, After all, it's hypnosis for the hostages, so he shouldn't be too hard on him, right?"

"Okay." Moody scratched his chin, agreeing with Malfoy.

"By the way, I may also have a clue about the third project.?" Moody put the curved wine bottle into his cuff at this time, and said to Malfoy proudly.

"They trust me very much. It is so convenient to have such an identity. They will ask me for advice on almost any security issue. From the first time to the second time, I can always know in advance about the information about the game."

Moody showed his row of rotten teeth that were missing a few leaks,

The corners of the mouth twitched slightly.

Before Malfoy could respond to him, Moody started chattering again. If anyone who knew him was here, he would definitely be surprised. Mad-Eye Moody, who has always been stern and vigilant with a hideous face, would do this to a student.

"I gave that Mr. Savior a lot of help before, and I helped him a lot with the information I got before." He began to stretch out his five fingers and count.

"First, the information on the fire dragon, it seems that their students are still a bit high-level, and they have also found a lot of ways to deal with it. The mixed-blood giant also played a role, which saved me some snacks."

"It's not a bad thing if this savior really died at the mouth of the fire dragon. Unfortunately, he still needs to be used in planning." Moody sighed and said regretfully.

A rustling voice came from the door of the office, and Moody's magic eye glanced in that direction imperceptibly.

"As for the second project, I really put a lot of effort into reminding him without showing any traces."

"I deliberately mentioned scuba and gill grass in front of his companions, and also reminded him himself. Of course, I didn't think it would be too smooth for him, and I did some little tricks in the lake, look. That schoolgirl from Beauxbatons should have picked up some bargains, and that Mr. Savior has spent a lot of time with Durmstrang's warriors."

"That's the best way. Too much attention can lead to suspicion. The mediocre savior's performance one after another is too suspicious, isn't it?"

"But make sure he passes the game." Moody patted his forehead with a distressed expression.

"But right now, the priority is to welcome one of our uninvited guests."

Moody's voice suddenly tightened, and at the same time he suddenly stood up from his desk and limped towards the door. He seemed to see a slight gap in the door outside.

"Hey, how come there is a beetle here?" He pretended to be surprised, and then took a step by step towards a black beetle lying on the floor.

Hearing this, Malfoy raised his brows and followed Moody's gaze.

The beetle knew that someone had found him at this time, and began to drive its strong thick legs to escape, desperately trying to get into the gap between the bookcase and the ground, it thought it was just the old man's whim, as long as he could not catch Wherever you go, the man will lose interest in it.

But it seems to forget something, Moody's magic eye can break through almost all disguise, even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the three holy relics, will be invisible under his magic eye, an Animagus's Is it too difficult for the spell to deceive him?

"Quickly imprisoned!" "Fainted to the ground!" Moody's magic arm brought a gust of wind rubbing against the air, and two strong and powerful spells hit the beetle with great precision, raising the floor by the way. There was a lot of dust on it, making the whole house smoky.

His faltering appearance was just to numb the eavesdropper and let him relax his vigilance.

"Have you seen the little flag beside you? As long as someone breaks into this room, it will turn to call the police. I thought the previous instruments were too noisy, so I locked them in the box. It seems that this object's The effect is also good.”

"Okay, let's take a look at the true face of this Animagus." Moody glanced at Malfoy with a smile, then pointed to the ground and said, "The whirlwind sweeps away!"

The dust had been cleared away, and a woman with curly blond hair lay face down, in a state of embarrassment, lost consciousness.

"You don't seem surprised at all?" Moody pulled out his chair and sat back at his desk.

"Maybe you didn't see it when I was surprised, and maybe, Mr. Moody."

"Oh?"

"Just when you said there was a beetle," Malfoy said flatly.

"Okay," Moody said, "I can't see her face on my tummy." He raised his hand with another spell, hitting the woman, who then bounced off the ground with a swish. , turned over his body, and fell straight from the air.

At this time, she turned her face up.

"Oh, gossip female reporter." Moody said sarcastically, he was still quite impressed by this vulgar woman, especially her exaggerated red lips, big golden waves and all the time. Has a strong perfume smell.

"What do you think I should do with her?" Moody asked maliciously at Malfoy.

"This is your captive, Mr. Moody." Malfoy nodded slightly, "but if possible, I suggest keeping her alive, because she is keen to fight against Dumbledore, and I think until the plan is completed. , we should avoid extracurricular branches."

"Makes sense." Moody smiled, and then the smile turned cruel and twisted in an instant.

"This should be a good toy, enough to keep me entertained for a while." The man looked at the unconscious Rita Skeeter and said expectantly.