Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dark metal armor reflects a cool brilliance under the dim corridor lights, and the metal joints on the body squeeze and collide, making a series of crisp sounds. spread out.

Then the armor, which had been walking stiffly, suddenly stopped in front of an oil painting frame.

The armor began to melt, deform, creaked, and gradually shrank. The luster of the metal finally faded away, and the height finally dropped to a normal human shape.

With Luna's help, Malfoy avoided a lot of trouble. Instead of confronting a few professors head-on, he mixed into the pile of armor and was confused.

In the end, they naturally fell behind, out of their search.

The searched area is now empty, and now it seems very safe.

But just when he, relying on his own memory, lifted the spell that covered the vanishing cabinet under the oil painting and was about to return to the warehouse in his home, Malfoy's heart suddenly sank.

The vanishing cabinet is no longer in its original position, and there are traces of being moved.

The vanishing cabinet that was just under the center of the oil painting was now a few meters away.

He has firm confidence in his memory, and long-term training coupled with his inherent talent will prevent him from making mistakes.

"Restore as usual!"

He approached the cabinet and checked it quickly.

The door has signs of being broken by the collision.

Fortunately, only the door was broken.

"Confused!"

"Hidden away!"

"Restore as usual!"

After casting a series of spells and finishing the process, Malfoy remained alert enough, his nerves were highly tense, and then he decided to step into the cabinet resolutely.

There was another strange squeezing feeling. The shuttle in space was so magical that even though I had already experienced it once, I was still a little dizzy.

When Xiwei's light entered his eyes, he knew that someone had come here before him.

There shouldn't be any light in the warehouse here.

"Fluorescent flashing!" Then he also cast this magic to illuminate himself,

When he stepped on the hard slate ground, his wand was already pointed forward, ready to subdue this "unlucky" intruder.

The secret of the vanishing cabinet needs to be kept secret.

It was only when Malfoy's throat had begun to vibrate and uttered the syllables that symbolized the incantation spell, he stopped abruptly.

What did he see?

A short-haired girl in a black-green robe was bent over and wandered in front of a solid iron door. The rust on the door was a deep red, almost corroding most of the door.

She held a magic wand in one hand to illuminate herself, and the long sleeves were naturally rolled up under the action of gravity, revealing a white and tender arm, and the other hand was fiddling with the iron lock.

In his mouth, he kept muttering in a somewhat depressed tone: "Araho hole is open! Alaho hole is open"

It seems that ordinary unlocking spells are useless to the locks here.

She seemed to hear something, her body trembled nervously, and with the help of the faint light, she turned her head and looked back.

The eyes of the two met.

Time may stand still at this moment.

The only sound left in the warehouse was the walking sound of the broken clock hands - "click, click."

"Draco? Is that you?" Pansy's voice was trembling and surprised, and the girl's face was revealed in the dim light, her face full of unbelievable joy.

Then the still time began to flow again, and the girl left the dark iron door, trotted all the way, and threw herself into his arms.

With this cry, Malfoy's heart beat uncontrollably.

At the moment when his eyes met, of course, he also recognized the appearance of the girl in front of him.

What is this? unexpected surprise?

He was also speechless,

In less than an hour after returning to school, he actually met so many people who were deeply entangled with him.

"Uh... long time no see?" Malfoy, who was on guard, was inexplicably relieved and greeted the girl.

"Six months and thirteen days." Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she said excitedly.

Malfoy fell into a brief silence.

"How did you get here?" He suddenly changed the subject and asked.

This has to be figured out.

"I just wanted to go to the nearest bathroom to wash my face. The dust raised by the funeral fire was so annoying, and I was all dusty."

"Suddenly, of course, they were all attending the funeral, but it's almost over."

"And then halfway through, I saw the Iron Guards in the castle corridors come alive."

They swept around like crazy, aggressive.

"Knocked me over."

"I thought it was some secret passage from Hogwarts."

"I don't know what's going on in the corridor now. I don't dare to go back, so I can only stay here."

Such a simple coincidence really made Malfoy at a loss for a while.

"Where you are now, this is an underground warehouse in my house." He then explained casually

"Your house?" Pansy said in surprise, then looked at the light from the tip of the wand again.

No one has been here for a long time. The dust has been accumulating for a long time. The slate is covered with a very thick layer of ash. Some sundries are placed in a mess. It has been eaten by insects and has a few portraits with insect eyes. Some are missing strips. Legs of desks, chairs, benches, tattered bookcases.

Pansy glanced around, then leaned in, his wand raised a little higher, and the light brighter.

Then she cast her eyes on Malfoy's face again.

"You look a lot darker... These days have been very hard, right?" Pansy suddenly wiped the corners of her eyes to stop the tendency of tears in her eyes, and then suppressed her mood and asked worriedly.

The wind and sun in those days made his pale and sickly skin slightly darker. In fact, after balancing it out, it is normal now.

"That's what a healthy complexion looks like, so white is scary, isn't it?" He smiled and comforted Pansy.

The girl was still sobbing and sobbing, and her words stuttered.

"Don't cry, am I fine now?" Malfoy stepped closer and stroked the girl's short black hair.

"And you, you've grown a lot taller, and are your feet better?" Malfoy asked with concern.

This vicious curse will decay as the mana grows.

The magic level of the fifth grade is quite close to that of an adult.

"Almost there." Pansy nodded obediently, then raised her head suddenly and looked at Malfoy.

"Where have you been these days?" she asked suddenly.

"Stayed in France for a while, and some places in Germany." Malfoy didn't shy away from the girl's question.

"So far?" Pansy exclaimed first.

"France..." and then repeated as if he had suddenly come to his senses.

"You are willing to come back now? Did you have fun with that Miss Delacour? France, it must be very romantic, right?" Pansy's tone became a little sad after the surprise.

The emotional turn is so natural, it's unexpected.

Malfoy suddenly felt a headache.

Luna asked the same question not long ago, but the tone of the two was completely different.