Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Hermione walked slowly to Malfoy's seat, and sat down as if he could play understatement.

"Huh?" Perceiving the movement around him, Malfoy glanced at her, and then he didn't look away.

Hermione's heart felt tight."Is there something flawed?" Hermione felt her whole body tighten.

"Well, the dean is amazing, this robe is completely invisible with ink." Malfoy was looking at her robe."By the way, didn't that Potter come back with you?" He continued to ask.

"He's still being mentored by Professor S.." Hermione was relieved, and then replied. Snape almost blurted out a sentence just now, which made her feel relieved and almost hanged again. Fortunately, she changed it back. .

"Our dean really "cared a lot" for Potter," Malfoy said with a smile but not a smile. He remembered the YY of those rotten girls in the past life, and couldn't help but get goose bumps.

It is said that he himself is also a disaster victim in the BL industry.

"Well, I think you must be in no mood to eat anymore. Should we go back to the lounge?" Malfoy asked Hermione after teasing himself.

"Okay." Hermione tried to let herself talk as little as possible, and that was just what she wanted, and it was only convenient to talk about it when there were fewer people.

Malfoy only felt that his brain was about to explode, so he decided to relax."Teaching." Pansy should be a good way to relax. He thinks it is necessary to test his teaching results today.

The departure of the two did not cause much attention, and most of the students' attention remained on the food in front of them.

They turned one by one, and finally came to an empty, damp stone wall. Through this, they could reach the Slytherin lounge.

"Purebred," Malfoy said.

A stone gate hidden in the stone wall slowly opened.Malfoy strode in, followed by Hermione.

This is the first time Hermione has come to the common room in Slytherin, and perhaps the last time. This is a long, narrow and low basement. The walls and ceiling are made of rough stones, round and glowing The green light was chained and hung from the ceiling.Under a beautifully carved mantelpiece in front of them, there was a crackling fire. Perhaps it was too early. Most of the students were still eating in the auditorium, except for the two of them. No, the light of the flame in the fireplace reflected Hermione and Malfoy.

"Old rules." Malfoy approached Hermione and said to her.

"What is he going to do?" Hermione felt that she blushed like a cooked crab. Only then did she remember that it seemed that Malfoy and Pansy had always been close to each other, and she felt inexplicably sad when she thought of this. .

"Well, the face is so red, is it a fever?" Malfoy reached out to Hermione's forehead."No, the temperature is normal." He looked at Hermione for a while and then said, "I don't want to take your shame. It's useless to pretend to be sick. You can't be sloppy." Reach to her.

"What the hell is he going to do, is he going to be stronger?" Hermione only felt that her heart was about to explode. Teenage girls were ignorant of that, and it was normal to think about it.

"Okay." As if thinking of something, Malfoysson returned his hand, "I forgot you didn't wear a wand." Malfoy touched his chin, swept his gaze to the other side, and walked over. Picking up an ordinary wand, it is estimated that one of Crabbe and Gore landed here.

"I'll use it." Malfoy threw it over and to Hermione."Don't be in a daze." Malfoy saw Hermione standing there in a daze after catching the wand, not beating.

"Except for your weapons!" A red light suddenly appeared at the tip of Malfoy's staff and shot sharply at Hermione.

"Armor for body protection!" Hermione thought she had been discovered, her heart felt like a tangled mess, but she subconsciously cast the iron armor curse.

The spell was bounced off, rushed to the flame in the fireplace, and disappeared invisible.

"Not bad." Malfoy's frowning brow stretched out, his tone very happy."The progress is not small," he said.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and now she had guessed the reason for his performance just now, and she became even more enthusiastic about the shameful thoughts she had just now.

"Isn't this a good opportunity to get into the topic?" Hermione flashed brightly, and said in a complaining tone: "But it's useless if you meet a basilisk." Her heart was like a heavy hammer. I’m afraid to hear something like: "It’s okay, I control it anyway."

Malfoy looked at Hermione with a strange look and said, "You actually care about the basilisk? You didn't always say that I and Dumbledore can protect you before, are you not worried at all?"

Hearing this, Hermione felt regretful in her heart, feeling that she had rushed in again, and she began to nervous again, fearing that she would be seen through.

But Malfoy only said that, and he then added: "Indeed, it's useless if you really encounter basilisks." He seemed to think of something headache, and he took a breath and said, "The basilisk has very skin. It may have the same characteristics of armor as dragon skin, and it can reflect the spells hitting it. Only its eyes and mouth are the only weak points of defense." He shook his head, "Although it is very reluctant, the wizard faces He, maybe only physical damage can succeed, and the weaker spells may be reflected."

"But don't worry, the basilisk will only target non-pure blood wizards. You are safe."

Hermione's mood was a little happy and a little disappointed. It was a pleasure to see this answer. Malfoy was not the one who controlled the basilisk. What was disappointed was that she had not found the truth, but she still asked: "Naro... The one in the Sly's house is also petrified."

Malfoy glanced suspiciously at Hermione: "You are a little strange today, don't you usually care about this?" But he continued, "He should have other reasons." Malfoy said unclearly, and let Hermione live. Suspicious.

"How could he know that there were other reasons, could it be..." Hermione was a little unwilling to imagine it anymore, and she was obviously suspicious of her life and could only talk about other things.

One question and one answer, but everything was fine, but Hermione felt her doubts deepened. Malfoy’s answer made people suspicious. Hermione felt that she was further away from the truth. She even wondered, "Is he even Are the closest people hiding it?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. It should be other students who came back. Hermione estimated the time and the effect of the compound decoction was about to pass. She had to find an excuse to leave. Any results made Hermione even more dazed.

Just as Hermione was looking for an excuse to leave, something happened.

"What did you just say?" Malfoy asked a female student who had just entered.

"I said I heard that Professor Lockhart was near the girls' bathroom. He said he seemed to have found a clue to the basilisk there." The female student showed an admiring expression.Lockhart is now like a savior for the welfare of the people, giving up the rare Christmas holiday and taking risks for the safety of students.

It must be abnormal enough for a male teacher to stroll in the girls’ bathroom, so he has to find a reasonable excuse.

"The opportunity is here." Malfoy was excited, and Riddle was finally about to make a move, and then he held Hermione's shoulder and said, "I have something urgent right now, you just stay here and don't go."

The human brain's ability to supplement is powerful. Before the truth is known, any behavior can make people's brains make up for a thousand miles of "truth".At this moment, Malfoy was in Hermione's eyes as if he had been spotted by Achilles with his heels exposed, desperately trying to cover his weakness, and her heart picked up again.

But she nodded forcibly calmly and said, "Okay."

Malfoy got up immediately, sprinted all the way, and ran out the door, but the excitement on his face in Hermione's eyes changed to another meaning.

"No, I want to stop him." Hermione said to herself."Professor Lockhart is there."

After a while, when Malfoy was far away, she hurriedly left the Slytherin common room. She didn't even have time to change her clothes back. She was afraid that she would have another victim later. She didn't even think of reporting to other teachers, because Lockhart was there and she believed him.

Maybe she also brought a little selfishness, hoping that if someone can get lost, only one or two people will know his repentance, so that he will not be expelled.

Hermione walked through the dim corridors. The walls of those corridors were still flashing with the words left by the basilisk when they came out to harm students. Her heart was very anxious. She walked to the crying myrtle’s bathroom. At the door, suddenly she heard a syllable that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was Malfoy's voice.

Instinct told her that she should write these down. Just as she remembered, she recalled that these syllables seemed to be the weird sentences Harry said on stage. This made her even more confused: "Harry is also with this Is it related?" She shook her head, believing it was just a coincidence, and Harry should be being told by Snape now.

After a while, the voice stopped. She rushed into the bathroom and found the crying Myrtle sitting on the cistern of the innermost toilet, shivering.

Hermione thought that ghosts shouldn't be afraid.

"The third!" Myrtle's voice sounded extremely weak, "The person who came here today, you are the third." Her voice reminded one of fear, and she herself seemed to recall a very bad one. memory.

"Where are they?" Hermione couldn't help asking, she needed to hurry up, and if it was usual she might choose to flatter and compliment Myrtle, and then make a statement.

Myrtle pointed to the pool in front of her.Hermione hurried over to the pool, which looked normal.She checked it inside and out, up and down, and never let go of the water pipe below.

"This faucet never comes out of water." For some reason, Myrtle's tone suddenly became happy.

"Where were those two people just now?"

Myrtle’s face was full of fear again, and she whispered, “Both of them said something I don’t understand to this faucet... and as a result...” Myrtle seemed to think of something. With a scream, he rose into the air, turned around, and plunged head down into the toilet bowl, splashed water on Hermione, and then disappeared.

Hermione had no choice. She knew she could no longer ask for other valuable clues from Myrtle, so she closed her eyes, took a breath, and started to imitate the sound she had just heard.

This sound is strange, like the sound of a snake hissing.

Suddenly, the dragon's hair gave out a dazzling white light and began to spin quickly.Then, the pool moved.They watched as the pool slowly disappeared from sight, revealing a very thick water pipe that could accommodate a person in it.

Does Gryffindor fear in the face of danger?of course!No one is not afraid of danger, but will they shrink from it?The answer is also obvious.

Hermione got into the pipe without hesitation.

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