Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

There is one thing in the world that spreads faster than anyone thought, and that is rumors.

Malfoy sat in his seat, and didn't even need to prick his ears to listen carefully, as the words came into his ears:

"Have you heard? Draco's wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic."

"why?"

"I heard he used a spell to torture Muggles and was discovered."

"No, he is usually a gentleman, and he looks very personable." Some girls said.

"If you don't believe me, go and see if his wand is still there."

Naturally, some girls pretended to pass by his seat unintentionally, and then ran away in a panic, apparently believing most of them.

Malfoy was happy and clean, anyway, Slytherin's image has always been like this.

"Is anyone here?" came a gentle female voice. "If you don't mind, I'll sit here." A girl sat in the seat next to Malfoy.

"I haven't agreed yet." Malfoy was a little bit dumbfounded."Also, I just tortured a Muggle a few days ago, classmate Qiu Zhang, aren't you afraid?"

Qiu Zhang shook his head and stared at him and said, "I still believe in my own judgment." Then she asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

"No comment." Just kidding, it would be terribly bad for Voldemort to know this kind of thing someday.She had a history of leaks in the last world line.As for a casual lie, Malfoy had no interest.

Qiu Zhang let out a disappointed cry, but insisted, "No matter what, I still believe you."

"Thank you." Malfoy replied politely, nodded slightly, and then started flipping through the latest issue of "The Contradictory".

The journey seemed short-lived, but when Malfoy returned to Hogwarts, the setting sun radiated the last light, and it was already dinner time.

Walking on the campus, people come and go.Some students were afraid to avoid him. The students who walked in front of him avoided looking at him because they were afraid of being remembered by him. The students who passed by behind would always find opportunities to go around from other places.

Of course, a small number of students in green robes followed him from a distance. Obviously, Malfoy in the rumors was very appetizing. The previous performance of the academy showed that he is very strong. The snake academy relies on the strong. This is Tradition.

"It's over, get yourself in." Malfoy sighed inwardly."Now Old Deng will probably call me to the office to educate me." Malfoy is now a vivid copy of Voldemort's boyhood.Followers, talents, and certain tendencies to be misunderstood were enough to make Dumbledore vigilant.

"Take one step at a time." Malfoy comforted himself and walked slowly towards the restaurant.

The banquet seems to have just begun. The plates in front of many people are still full. Hogwarts always has so many reasons to hold a banquet, and Christmas is over.

As soon as he found a seat and sat down, Pansy's face moved closer, and she asked concerned, "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Malfoy smiled and waved his hand to explain that he was fine.

Seeing that he smiled naturally, unlike a strong face, Pansy relaxed, leaning forward, sitting back on the chair, and whispered: "I know you are all right. Some of the stories you used to tell me didn't emphasize much. Racial equality or something." She paused, and then said, "But I still hate Muggles."

Malfoy was noncommittal, and the change of concept was not a matter of one day or two.

"I'm very dissatisfied with the Christmas present you gave!" Pansy knocked on the table, seemingly trying to attract his attention."Aren't you supposed to give the pen and ink to the mud..." As if thinking of something, she stopped the conversation abruptly, "Give it to the Muggle witch?"

Before Malfoy could answer.

"And you have a conscience." Pansy glanced at his hand quickly and whispered.

Malfoy raised his hand and looked at the pair of weirdly matched gloves with some threadballs.

"Put it down." Pansy said hurriedly with a flushed face when he raised his hand to look at it.

"You dare to knit, I dare to wear it, are you afraid of others watching it?" Malfoy smiled. He thought Pansy was so cute now that people couldn't help but amuse it.

"Laugh again! Give it back to me." After saying this, Pansy wanted to get up, and it seemed that he really wanted to get the gloves back.

"Isn't someone still confident when he writes?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"Don't mention it." Pansy's head drooped suddenly, her tone indescribably low."I took a photo with my camera as a souvenir. My mother saw it and she actually laughed at me."

Then she started and said seriously: "You really give it back to me, I will change it again, it will definitely look better." Malfoy clearly saw the fighting spirit in Pansy's eyes, obviously comparing with his mother. Excited.

"There is no reason to take back the gift I gave out. I will keep it well until the day I die." Malfoy looked at the glove with a cherished look, with indescribable affection.

"Disgusting!" Pansy flushed even more, and the blush even spread to the roots of her ears.

"Okay, I won't tease you." Malfoy corrected his expression, and then said: "Thank you very much Miss Pansy for knitting this pair of gloves for me in her busy schedule. I am very honored, but given this first gift. Because of its particularity, I decided not to return it."

"When did you become so slippery! Give me back that silly goose before." Pansy said bitterly.

"Growth is irreversible, Miss." Malfoy smiled.

In the end, the glove was still worn on Malfoy's hand and was not taken off, and Malfoy was not stared at by Pansy.

"Harry, have you heard that?" The Gryffindor table was also full of heat, and Ron reached into the middle of the table and took a pancake and said to Harry.

"I heard what?" Harry asked without looking up, he was destroying a chicken leg.

"It's spread all over the academy, don't you know?" Ron first glanced at the Slytherin table, then whispered to Harry, "Draco was caught by the Ministry of Magic. Gua uses magic to torture. I think if it wasn't for his father, maybe he is already staying in Azkaban now."

Ron was a little gloating.

"But even so, his wand was confiscated." Ron continued.

"That's a fluke." Harry couldn't help touching his chest, and he felt his heart beating violently."It's hard to imagine, I actually proposed to ask him who Nico Lemay is, Ron, you really helped a lot."

"Of course." Ron raised his head at this time, feeling a little proud.

"It's not like that." Hermione suddenly slapped the table and said loudly, causing the Gryffindor students to look at him, and even some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students turned their eyes.

"What's not like this?" Ron asked her.Obviously they didn't expect Hermione to speak for the Slytherin, he thought maybe Hermione was just thinking about a certain problem.

"It's nothing." Hermione said weakly. The sentence just now was her impulse. As soon as she finished speaking, she vented her suffocated breath. She didn't have the courage to admit that she was helping him. Look at her.

"Hermione, we were worried about you before, but we didn't find a chance." Harry intervened."You seem to be in a bad shape at Christmas." Harry paused, then said, "But now it looks like you are much better."

"Yeah." Ron nodded.

Hermione would not tell them that she was happy because she received the note, even though there were only a few thoughtless sentences and a spell on the paper.

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