Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy walked through the corridor, feeling the heat from the double-sided mirror in his arms.

During the class just now, Dumbledore kept sending signals looking for him.

It was obvious that the mirror had to be carried around, and when talking to him, it must not be exposed to the public.

The location Malfoy picked was the House of Requirement.

He came all the way to the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry where the troll stick beat Barnabas the fool. He concentrated on thinking about the venue he needed, and after wandering in front of it a few times, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Malfoy pushed in.

He found a space between two abandoned bookshelves, and finally took out the mirror.

"Hello, Mr. Principal, do you have anything to do with me?"

Malfoy put the mirror in front of him, stared at the old man, and whispered.

"How is it, are you used to it? Draco? Or is life at Hogwarts easier?"

Malfoy looked cold.

"I hope you didn't come to me for such trivial matters."

"The mental state of a student is not a trivial matter, especially when your task is so heavy." Dumbledore was still smiling.

"It's really not light." Malfoy did not deny that the work to be done in the future is a bit difficult.

That was supposed to be done by Snape, and now he did it.

"It's hard work." Dumbledore suddenly coughed a few times. .

"If nothing. I'm going to do my homework. Professor McGonagall has assigned a lot of homework." Malfoy said coldly, pretending to take the mirror back.

He didn't want to hear an old man gossip.

"Oh, . exam? I guess it can't be hard on you."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy held back his impatience, and Dumbledore's laid-back attitude made him feel inexplicably anxious.

Although he also knew

The old man's behavior is completely inconsistent with his heart.

But he just couldn't control his anger.

"Okay, let's talk about our results first, we are lucky." Dumbledore said with a ruddy face.

"We got the approval of Snake Wood first."

"Is it that snakewood from Ilvermorny College?"

"Yes, I suspect Voldemort may have made this his target."

"You took it away?"

"Well, it took a lot of effort to keep it temporarily."

Malfoy believed that this was just his modesty, that one of these two old mages could stir up the storm, let alone act together.

"I don't care about that, I just want to know about your Horcrux... what are you going to do with it." Malfoy's tone was a little low.

"That basilisk, I will find a way..."

"Not a basilisk."

"I still have time to think about it." Dumbledore's smile faded.

"It's not the Dark Lord who can't afford it now. If he realizes that the Horcrux is almost destroyed, then..."

The question now before the Dark Lord is:

That disobedient elder wand.

The reason for disobedience is simple.

Dumbledore had "lost" his wand to Grindelwald before.

Voldemort didn't really beat Dumbledore at the time. .

Furthermore, even though, the master at that time was no longer Dumbledore, but Grindelwald.

This is also the reason for the abnormality that Voldemort noticed when confronting Grindelwald.

Of course he didn't know the complex logic, and thought the Elder Wand had some other mystery.

But even so.

And only infidelity against the master

Most of the time, Voldemort is acknowledged as a powerful wizard and master of the Elder Wand.

At least he won't be resisted, as for now, he is still trying to explore the secret

He wanted to find Salazar's wand, the snakewood of Ilvermorny.

That's one of the reasons why he left.

Moody's life-threatening deception at that time indeed interfered with his decision to a great extent.

The unknown magic power contained in the wand is unbearable.

It even made him temporarily forget the great cause of unification.

"Take some time to think about that snake, Dumbledore, I don't see it at school right now."

"Voldemort has vanished without a trace now," Malfoy said quickly.

"Albus, look at what this is?" Grindelwald's old voice sounded from the mirror.

"I may have to end this conversation first." Dumbledore frowned, and there seemed to be something wrong on his side.

"I have no opinion," Malfoy said flatly.

A conversation that ended in vain, without discussing any constructive results.

Soon, the exam is coming. Every student was called over to talk by the dean of their college.

About employment advice.

their future aspirations.

Obviously, the results of the test will largely determine the future direction.

As a wizard "police".

The police in Muggle society are equipped with guns, and an aspiring ordinary person has undergone professional training, and with a gun, it can also cause repression

But for wizards, the application of magic is obviously to determine the direction of a battle.

Occupation in which one's abilities are greatly displayed.

It is also the occupation with the highest risk factor.

"Professor Snape is still the same."

"He read all my previous grades to me once, told me to think about it, and then let me go."

"It's irresponsible," Pansy whispered to Malfoy.

"By the way, he told you to go now, and I'll tell you when you come back."

Pansy seemed to remember something.

In the dark room, a candle flickered and flickered brightly.

"Hello, Professor Snape."

"Hello, Draco." Snape sat, hiding in the darkness, and started a very polite opening

"I have passed on the latest information for you."

"But the Dark Lord didn't respond."

"Of course not, he's in America now," Malfoy said, nodding in agreement.

"Employment advice means nothing to you, right?"

"You go first..."

What an embarrassing conversation.

As soon as Malfoy came out of the office door, Pansy came over.

"Why did you talk to him shorter than me?"

"Maybe he thinks I'm more promising, don't worry about it." Malfoy smiled and said nothing.

Compared to Snape, who let students "follow themselves".

Professor McGonagall in Gryffindor seemed more worried.

"Longbottom, I suggest you give up your potions, it's probably difficult, just try not to make it so ugly on the transcript, your herbalism is good, Professor Sputter said she would be happy to see it in sixth grade you."

She pointed to a piece of parchment printed with all of Neville's grades, and said seriously.

"Potter, if you want to go the Auror's way, you must have a good enough transcript."

She pulled out a small black leaflet from under the pile of stuff on the desk and unfolded, "I know, . . . certificates, grades can't be lower than 'good'. Then you have to go through a series of rigorous characters in the Auror office. And smart quizzes. It's been a tough career path, Duter, and they only take the best. Actually, I don't recall anyone getting hired in the last three years..."

"You have to learn advanced potions..."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is a must, but I'm not worried about you in this class."

"There is also a transfiguration class, I hope you can get excellent."

To Harry, Professor McGonagall also said a long paragraph.

"Granger, you're the student I'm least worried about, but I still hope you can go from good to excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Remember my promise." Professor McGonagall's bark-like face showed a rare smile.

"Good professor" Hermione nodded obediently. Even Professor McGonagall didn't know what her favorite student was thinking.

Student after student entered her office and then left smiling or dejected.

Professor McGonagall is quite dedicated

As for Ron, it was the dejected latter.

"As a prefect, your grades are very unsatisfactory, or, even if you are an ordinary student, your grades are quite problematic."

"If you can't guarantee some progress, I think it's time to change the prefect"

Ron was scolded for a while, and then walked away in despair.