Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

But just as he raised his foot to step out of the dining room, a tall black figure stood in front of him.

"Mr. Draco, in view of some of your behavior outside of school, Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you alone." Looking up, it was Snape's sallow face, but it was different from the difficult tone of Gryffindor. Malfoy even felt a touch of kindness.

"The principal's office is on the eighth floor, wait for you to go by yourself." Snape looked hurriedly, as if there was something waiting for him to do.

"That's right." Snape had turned and left, as if suddenly thinking of something, turning his head and saying: "The password is butter beer, don't forget." Then he strode out of the restaurant, not knowing which direction he was heading.

"The one who should come will always come." Malfoy felt a little weak.

"Are you okay?" Pan Xi punched his shoulder, and obviously she had heard the conversation just now.

"Silly girl, what can I do." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, comforting her."It is estimated that he will just ask some questions casually, don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has already been punished."

"Okay." Pansy puffed up her cheeks, obviously not satisfied with the answer, and instinctively told her that things were not that simple.

"Go to bed, girls really need sleep." Malfoy used his assassin.

"Yes!" Pansy patted her cheek suddenly."I went to bed late on Christmas Eve. I have to make it up early today." He said that he hurried to the direction of the Slytherin girl's bed, and didn't forget to turn around and said, "If I get criticized. Tomorrow I will comfort you, so don’t worry."

"How do I feel that she wants me to be criticized." Malfoy stroked his chin and thought.

Then Malfoy stepped up the stairs and walked to the eighth floor. The corridor was empty. Only a stone monster stood by, which was very eye-catching.

Malfoy came slowly to the stone monster.

"Butter beer!" he said.The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing an active spiral staircase behind it. Malfoy stepped up, as the staircase revolved, rising higher and higher, and finally came there. In front of Dumbledore's office with a brass door knocker.

"What a weird taste." Malfoy muttered as he looked at the brass door knocker shaped like a lion and eagle.

"Boom boom boom." Malfoy clicked the door softly three times.

"Come in." It was Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, Professor." Malfoy said as he approached Dumbledore's office.

He carefully looked at everything around him. It was a wonderful room, spacious and full of style. The magical thing was that the room was still round. The walls were covered with portraits of old principals, men and women, all in their respective frames. Snoring softly inside.There is also a huge table in the room. The legs of the table are in the shape of claws. There are many exquisite silverware on the table with long slender legs. They rotate, emitting a small puff of smoke, on the shelf behind the door. Inhabits his pet-Phoenix Fox.

"Child, sit down and relax," Dumbledore said kindly.

"Principal, I'm sorry that this happened." Malfoy did not sit down, but bowed to Dumbledore first.

"Oh, I believe this is just a misunderstanding." Dumbledore waved his hand, the blue eyes behind his glasses flickering constantly, wondering what he was thinking.

"I called you here today, just to communicate with you. I seem to pay too much attention to Harry. I almost forgot to care about our best student in the first grade." Dumbledore said, pointing his ten fingertips at each other. together,

"The professor praised." Malfoy said modestly, but there was a chill in his heart: "Old glass, you still care less about me, okay? Your Harry is about to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Of course he didn't look at all. Will show it.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore fell into a deep thought, as if thinking about something.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly and came to the corner. As Dumbledore moved, Malfoy's sight shifted.

"I think you will find it interesting." Facing the corner, Dumbledore whispered a spell, and the black cloth hung on an object suddenly flew away, and the concealment appeared.

This is a very magnificent mirror, the height reaches the ceiling, gorgeous golden frame, underneath it is supported by two claw-shaped feet.Engraved on the top is a line of words: Erisstraheru Ait Ubi Kafru Ait Unvoges.

"The Mirror of Eris." Malfoy quickly came to a conclusion.

"Go to it and tell me what you saw." Dumbledore's voice was still gentle.

"Okay, Professor." Malfoy could only respond.

This is a mirror that can make people see the most urgent and strongest desire deep in their hearts. Harry saw his family in it, and Ron saw that he had become the chairman of the student council with the college in his hand. Cup and Quidditch Cup.This short distance seemed very long. Malfoy walked very slowly. He thought nonsense: "Voldemort guesses that he sees the omniscient and omnipotent God in the mirror, so what is my desire?"

No matter how long the road is, it will always end, not to mention that it is too close here.

Malfoy stood still in front of the mirror. He closed his eyes first, then opened them slowly.

"Haha." Malfoy couldn't help but laughed awkwardly when he saw the sight in the mirror.

"Child, what did you see." Dumbledore's voice floated slowly, seeming to be magical, and it made people unconsciously want to say something. Malfoy couldn't help turning his head and looking at him, his eyes fixed on Mal Fu, the eyes are sharp and bright, very penetrating.

"I saw..." Malfoy's answer seemed to be blurted out, but his eyes suddenly began to struggle, and after a short while, his eyes became clear.

"Despite the mind?" Just as Malfoy was about to blurt out the answer, he regained his sanity, and at the same time clenched his fist, an angry flame burned in his chest.

"My thoughts cannot be explored by anyone," he thought."If you want to see it, then watch it." Malfoy held his breath and closed his brain decisively, then visualized a plausible image.

"Cough cough." Dumbledore coughed suddenly and violently, and his silver-white beard couldn't help shaking with it, and the pupils under his blue eyes shrank sharply, obviously shocked by the image.

"Professor, I think it's not a good habit to use dementia with students." Malfoy sneered.

"You actually learned Occlumency." Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, and helped his glasses.

"Otherwise, my secrets will be seen completely today." Malfoy said grimly.

He can understand Dumbledore. The current magic world can no longer tolerate the rise of a new Voldemort. This will be a devastating blow to the entire wizarding society. It is understandable for Dumbledore to kill the signs in the cradle, but understanding is one thing. What's the matter, tolerance is another thing, not to mention that this is related to his biggest secret, he can't open his memory to him, he can only choose to confront.

"You look like a person." Dumbledore said quietly. "Even better than him." After speaking, Dumbledore seemed to be exhausted and sat on a chair, as if he was a few years old out of thin air.

"I am different from him, I have love in my heart." Malfoy left these words indifferently, and then turned to leave. Today's exchange was not a good experience for the two of them.

"What's the matter with that scene?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"You can understand it as a dream of mine."

"He wouldn't do it."

"Who knows? Maybe it's not the Dark Lord that he hates most, it's you!" After leaving the last sentence, Malfoy slammed the door shut, with a loud noise, and it seemed that the whole floor was shaking.Even Fox on the shelf seemed to feel the unusual atmosphere and began to sing.

The song of the phoenix has magical power: it can strengthen the courage of the pure-hearted people, and release the fear for the dirty-hearted people.

After a while of singing, Dumbledore's mood calmed down, but his expression remained complicated. He looked at his silverware collection quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, but a faint wry smile appeared from time to time.

"I hope so," he muttered in a low voice.

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There was still a hustle and bustle in the Gryffindor lounge, and the students at school and the students returning home were all telling their own stories about Christmas.

"Hermione, you don't even know if you're not in school. Harry and I saw a magical mirror. That mirror is amazing." Ron said excitedly at the table.

"Yes." Harry nodded."I still saw my parents in that mirror."

"I saw that I became the president of the student union, and I also took the Academy Cup and Quidditch Cup!" As if to show off, Ron said what he saw again.

"Ron, that's just an illusion," Hermione said.

"I know, but this still looks great, doesn't it?" Ron continued to chatter.

"One can't live in dreams, don't rely on dreams and forget about life, can you?" Hermione said.

"Dumbledore said something like that, and I think so. It's an illusion after all." Harry nodded again, and then said, "We should face reality, but Ron, my dream may never come true. There may be hope for your dream efforts." Then Harry encouraged Ron.

"Let him learn to finish his homework seriously." Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood, got up and left, looking like she was going back to the bedroom.

"Can't she say something nice?" Ron patted the table, obviously unhappy.

"Actually, I think she makes sense." Harry whispered.

"Harry, even you said the same." Ron covered his forehead in pain. "Well, I see, I will work hard."

Hermione was about to step out of Gryffindor's lounge and return to the women's dormitory, but was yelled by a weak voice.

"Hermione!"

"Neville? Is there anything wrong with you?" Hermione turned her head to find that Neville was calling her.

"I heard what you said just now, I think you are right." Neville said slowly.

"What did I say?" Hermione was strange.

"It's what happened in the restaurant just now, I know you mean Malfoy." Neville lowered his voice."I also believe he wouldn't do that kind of thing."

"How did you know? Do you believe him so?" Hermione's face changed, and then she asked.

"He helped me."

"You are pure blood."

"But my pureblood is not even better than an ordinary Muggle." Neville continued: "He helped me find Toad and got a crystal ball. I believe he is definitely not that kind of person." He paused."Hermione, you think so too, right? Malfoy is a good man."

"I will explain to Harry and the others if I have the opportunity. I believe him." Neville said slowly and firmly, raising his fist, and then walked out the door.

"Are you good?" Hermione murmured."Am I not even as good as Neville?" Hermione's heart was mixed. She admired Neville's courage and regretted her cowardice.

Back to the bedroom, Hermione sitting at the table, fiddled with the piece of paper under the thin orange light, staring at the few lines on the piece of paper, not knowing what she was thinking.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

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